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Mickey snapped his fingers. "The duct tape!" He ran over and wrapped two strips of duct tape sticky-side-out around Pluto’s paws. Now, every step stuck to the logs like a climber's shoe. Pluto trotted across, steady as a statue.

"Hot dog!" Mickey laughed. "See you real soon!" 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. Mickey snapped his fingers

The bridge was a series of rolling logs. Pluto stepped on one and slipped, his paws sliding sideways. a wobbly bridge