Mickey shrugged, his round shoulders and doughy chest pinching his chins as he smiled lazily. “Oh, had a huge meal with some friends… gosh, I…” he frowned softly. “Hey, uh, Donald…? You’ve been looking really, uh, fit lately… think you could help me get back into shape, help me diet? I think I put on a little… weight…” he nodded off again. “I underestimated Mr. Mouse!” Theo chuckled, clapping Donald on his wide, rolling shoulder. “He has quite an appetite.” Donald scanned every part of the mouse, from his enormous black mountain, the hints of a massive rear end poking out from either side of his love handles and thighs as it filled the couch. His arms, swaddled in lard, hung limp, propped up by fatty sides. With each rumbling snore, his marshmallow-like chest wobbled. His cheeks were as round as his ears, marring his chipper, young looks, but making him oddly jolly and cuddly. “Ah, I’m afraid he has had quite a day, though. Look at him, poor thing!” Theo tutted. “Listen here, you- you really think so?” Donald grinned a bit. “Of course, Mr. Duck!” Theo patted Donald on the head, strolling out the door. “Now, don’t forget to give Mr. Mouse a very large breakfast. We don’t want him getting too ambitious, now. I entrust him to your care; do see that he… keeps up his figure, as it were.” Theo winked. “I will be dropping by, Mr. Duck, so don’t let me down. I’m counting on you to make sure Mr. Mouse is well looked after.” “Where are you going now?” the duck asked. “Oh, you know… take in the rest of Toontown. Don’t be shocked if some of your neighbors or friends are sporting… well, new looks.” Theo disappeared in a flash, leaving only his smile leering at Donald. “I have big plans for this city.”