[ WP ] Disneyland is run by the Mafia . Create a Godfather-esque thriller .

In the highest tower of sleeping beauty's castle, the figure of a mouse stands in front of the window, looking out over the crowds of laughing children. He slowly turns around when the sound of a knock on the door fills the room. `` Come in.'' He says with a squeaky voice, that still somehow sounded raw from age. 
 
 The door opens to reveal a plump, balding man with a white mustache and a pair of goggles on his head. `` Excuse me, Don Mouse.'' He says as he kisses the hand that's reached to him. 
 
 `` What is it that brings you before me Maurice?'' The Mouse asks. 
 
 It took a moment for the old man to find the words. `` It's my daughter.'' He eventually said. `` She was promised to this prince guy, but too much time in the real world has left her corrupted. She does n't respect the old ways anymore. Now she's seeing this outsider. This monster.'' 
 
 `` And what do you expect me to do about it?'' The orange dog, laying in the corner raised his head when he heard the squeaky voice of his master getting angry. `` You come in here after letting me down with your inventions, time and time again. You do n't honor me with the title of godfather and then you dare ask me for help.'' 
 
 Maurice bows his head. `` My apologies godfather. But I have no one else to turn to for help. I have always been loyal to you, since the beginning. Please, I bag of you father. Bring my daughter back to me.'' 
 
 The mouse lowers himself in a seat, holding his chin in a white gloved hand as he overthinks the situation. `` Very well, you are right old friend. You have been loyal. I shall do this thing for you now, and when the day comes, you shall return the favor.'' With a wave of his hand he dismisses the old man from his presence. 
 
 When the old man walks out a white duck in a black suit walks in. He stands tall, waiting for his boss to speak. 
 
 `` Send some guys to speak to this beast. I would say Gaston. Make sure they pursuance him to leave Belle alone.'' The mouse slowly instructs. 
 
 The duck slowly nods at the instructions of his boss, but makes no move to leave. 
 
 `` Is there something else?'' The mouse asks. 
 
 `` Yes.'' The duck slowly states. `` It has been brought under our attention that there are some new players in the kingdom.'' 
 
 `` I have heard about these players. They seem like small time characters. Nothing to worry about.'' The mouse dismisses the comment. 
 
 `` I'm afraid they're more of a problem than we initially thought.'' The duck quickly answers. They're using new methods and they're taking more and more territory. Maybe we should start matching them with their own techniques.'' 
 
 The mouse holds his hand up to stop the duck. `` We have done things without these new techniques for years. We will survive. Bring in Genie, I would have a word with him.'' 
 
 The duck pauses a second, but nods. `` As you wish, godfather.'' 
 
 A couple of minutes after the duck left, a puff of smoke appears in the mouse's office. When the smoke clears a big blue guy is standing in the room. `` You called for me godfather?'' He says with a deep voice. 
 
 `` Genie.'' The mouse opens his arms to embrace the hulking blue figure. `` My most loyal enforcer. I might be in need of your services once again, old friend.'' 
 
 `` Whatever you need father.'' The genie answers. 
 
 `` I guess you have heard about those new characters strolling in, like they own the place.'' The mouse states. `` Have you any idea of what their strengths are?'' 
 
 In the blink of an eye the blue giant changes in a normal sized blue man with a bushy head of white hair, a mustache and bunch of books floating around him. `` Ja, ja.'' He starts of with a German accent as he flips through the pages. `` They definitely have a great following and some impressive feats of magic and strength. Mind control, telekinesis, fighting abilities, technology and creating life. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.'' 
 
 The mouse mulls over this information. `` Do you think we can beat them if it came to war?'' 
 
 Genie spins around for a couple of seconds, absorbing all the books. When he stops he became a man of small stature, wearing a large hat. From his coat pocket he pulls out a big map and hangs it in the air. While one hand stays resting in his vest, the other uses a stick to point on the map in random locations. With a French accent he starts explaining. `` We have the park here, here and here. That means that...'' 
 
 The mouse holds up his hand, stopping the genie in his tracks. `` Can we do it?'' 
 
 The genie stares at him for a second, before transforming back in his original self. Putting the tips of his index fingers together, and studying this closely in shame he slowly says. `` Well it could be done, but not without significant losses.'' 
 
 The mouse nods slowly. `` We should try and find a peaceful solution first.'' He states. `` Arrange a meeting. I want to meet with the leaders of these other groups. Each can bring one bodyguard, I expect you at my side.'' He points at the genie. `` Find out as much as you can about these people. I want to know everything about Elsa, Stark and this Skywalker fellow.''
