“That’s not a tool!” Donald squawked. “That’s a beverage!”

The slide uncoiled. The Handy Helpers returned to their places. The music played forward again. And somewhere in the distance, Pete grumbled about how even a mouse’s indigestion got a song and a parade.

“A HIC —scare?”

All was right in the Clubhouse. At least until lunchtime.

Before Mickey could object, Goofy leaped from behind the Thinking Chair. “BOO!”

The screen flickered to life. Toodles appeared, his face concerned. “You’ve got the Hiccups, huh, Mickey? Let’s see… today’s Mousketool is…”

“It’s not a sneeze, Minnie. It’s the HIC —the hiccups!”