The bridge was a series of rolling logs. Pluto stepped on one and slipped, his paws sliding sideways.
And the clubhouse sparkled, because in Pluto’s best, friendship—and the right Mousketool—always won. picking the mouseketools in pluto's best
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. The bridge was a series of rolling logs
"Hot dog!" Mickey laughed. "See you real soon!" But Pluto was nervous
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.
At the starting line, the tunnel was dark and rustled with leaves. Pluto refused to go in.