Pluto's Best Repack | Picking The Mouseketools In

The crowd cheered. Goofy tossed his hat. Daisy clapped. Pete grumbled, "Lucky dog."

Pluto saw his chance. He bounded forward, snagged the biggest tennis ball in his mouth, and crossed the finish line just as the timer hit zero.

And the clubhouse sparkled, because in Pluto’s best, friendship—and the right Mousketool—always won. picking the mouseketools in pluto's best

Pluto growled back but wouldn't go near it.

"Don't worry, Pluto," said Minnie, patting his head. "We'll pick the right Mouseketools." The crowd cheered

He grabbed the small fan. "The vacuum sucks air in. We'll blow air back!" He aimed the fan at the vacuum's side. The airflow confused the vacuum’s sensor. It spun in a circle, coughed once, and shut off. All the tennis balls scattered.

Mickey snapped his fingers. "The duct tape!" He ran over and wrapped two strips of duct tape sticky-side-out around Pluto’s paws. Now, every step stuck to the logs like a climber's shoe. Pluto trotted across, steady as a statue. Pete grumbled, "Lucky dog

But Pluto was nervous. He whimpered and spun in three circles, his tail tucked. The course had tunnels, a wobbly bridge, and worst of all—a scary vacuum cleaner at the finish line that spit out tennis balls.