Picking The Mouseketools In Pluto's Best | HOT |

The final challenge was the worst. The vacuum sat in the middle of the finish line, growling and sucking up the tennis balls Pluto was supposed to fetch.

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

"Don't worry, Pluto," said Minnie, patting his head. "We'll pick the right Mouseketools." picking the mouseketools in pluto's best

"Don't forget the Mouseketools!" Mickey sang. He looked at the feather duster. "Soft, not scary." He tied it to a stick and gently brushed Pluto's nose. Pluto wagged his tail—it tickled! Then Mickey used the feather duster to sweep the leaves out of the tunnel. Pluto saw the light at the other end and zoomed right through.

Pluto dropped the tennis ball, wagged his whole body, and licked Mickey’s face. Then he grabbed the banana from the leftover Mouseketools, peeled it with one happy chomp, and shared it with Toodles. The final challenge was the worst

Pluto growled back but wouldn't go near it.

The crowd cheered. Goofy tossed his hat. Daisy clapped. Pete grumbled, "Lucky dog." "Don't worry, Pluto," said Minnie, patting his head

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.