DippedNChocolate

Uncle Scrooge’s words kept me up for the next two nights. I had decided to interfere this time, and due to that, the studios were giving me the final say. For once. And boy, what a time to give me that right. I kept staring at my phone, at the studios and at home, debating on whether to call Dan back in or not. I met up with the team I spent the pitch with, and they all agreed that it was only fair that I had the final say. Thankfully, they let me sleep on it. Or you know, try to. “Mickey,” Minnie whispered the second night, as my absence from bed woke her. She turned on her lamp and looked at me as I paced back and for