Warm sunlight permeated the chilly morning air, ushering in a new day in Toontown. It was still early, only around six, when Pluto began to scratch at the kitchen door, whining to go out. The detectives themselves were still in bed, split among two rooms. Mickey and Oswald shared one with Donald and Goofy right across the hall. Stretching awake with a yawn, Mickey rubbed his eyes and stepped out of bed, his tail jolting at the feel of the cold hardwood floors against his feet. He trudged to the kitchen to let Pluto out for the morning, rubbing his eyes and leaving the door open to air out the house before padding to the coffee machine.