The filthy lucre is spent on holographic grilles, genetically altered bitches and hoes that piss Hennessy and shit caviar, P. Diddy is hired to compose a song in their honor ("Blow My Mind," featuring a paid-for-and-cleared sample from "Hey, Mickey.") Nike is commissioned to design a pair of hightops to match the Abominable Charlie Brown's trademark yellow and black zigzag shirt.
Shit, in short is "sick."
But a "nigga" on the "block" can't do much for hisself before The Man tries to horn in on the action, and after waiting weeks for the Abominable Charlie Brown to leave his side, the Feds swoop in on Mickey and throw him in a van for a cavity search. Thinking quickly, Mickey strangles the agent with his prolapsed rectum and hops out of the moving vehicle before the dead man's partner can retalliate.
Mickey Mouse and the Abominable Charlie Brown figure that now is a good time to take that vacation they've been planning.
To pass the time at the Ann Coulter International Airport while waiting for their flight, Mickey and Chuck amuse a baby with their "Elephant Routine," which involves the two of them taking off their pants and Mickey Mouse hopping on the back of the Abominable Charlie Brown, who gets down on all fours. The baby is given a bag of peanuts to feed the "elephant." facing away from the child, Mickey then takes the nuts from the child with his prolapsed rectum and feeds them into the toothy rectum of the Abominable Charlie Brown, who ass-masticates them to the baby's glee, while Mickey makes elephant noises (which are actually the wails of multiple orgasm he is having from rubbing his pinpong ball-sized clitoris against Chuck's coccyx.) As an encore, the Abominable Charlie Brown vomits up a jar of Skippy and a rattle, which he presents to the child.
Fortunately for the performers, neither of the two security guards on duty at this gate nor the baby's mother are anywhere about, having all three smoked crack in a broom closet, and currently engaging in some good old-fashioned DP.
Soon enough, the plane has arrived, and the pair board the flight that will take them to where their journey truly is to begin - in the santorum-soaked nation of Fudge Pakistan. (Formerly Pakistan.) From there, they begin the dangerous trek by ass-camel (a cross between a dromedary and a donkey) into the dangerous country of Blakistan - a country currently given Most Terrorist Nation status, and subject to economic (except for arms) and travel embargo. Indeed, anti-American sentiment runs high here, and no American has set foot there, since the assassination attempt by a Blakistani man on Elvis Presley only one month after he finally came out of hiding and was made King of the United States in addition to his previous title of King of Rock'n'Roll. Adding insult to injury, though the bomb failed at regicide, the blast nearly castrated the rock legend, blowing off his penis and one and a half of his testicles.
Through the dangerous land of Blakistan, Mickey Mouse and the Abominable Charlie Brown planned to travel to the Mecca of Mack, the mystical land of Makistan. But to do that, they would have to cross through the land-mine infested territory of Kashmunny, whose ownership had been disputed for millennia in a bloody religious conflict between the Players in Makistan and the Thugs in Blakistan.
The plane hit the ground in Fudge Pakistan and pulled up to gate 69 at the Elton John International Airport, and Mickey and his zomborg partner prepared to deplane.
(Next: Mickey Mouse and the Abominable Charlie Brown in Fudge Pakistan. What sort of hijinks will ensue? Gee, I don't have a clue; but if I were Willard Scott I'd say the forecast might call for a high probability of "fudge" and the "packing" thereof.)

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