"Oh, boy!" said Donald. "He needs grip."
"Hot dog!" Mickey laughed. "See you real soon!" 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. "Oh, boy
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. He looked at the feather duster
Mickey knelt down. "You did it, Pluto! You picked the best path, and we picked the best tools."