The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse are both the name of a cult of Disney Adults and a large building housing these cultists. These fanatics worship a jealous and tyrannical being they called a god: Mickey Mouse and his pantheon of friends who also manifest in the premises such as the Donald Dick, Goofy Gobbler and Scrooge McFuck, José Caranchovas and many more.
The Building
Appearance
The house has taken many shapes over the years, each time becoming stronger than the last.
It was first seen in the 20s and 30s as shitty dingy, shed looking summer cottage.
By the 50s, it looked largely similar but now looks like an actual house. With all of its wooden architecture replaced with a proper stone wall, decorative planks, a slated roof and more, the size also doubled.
And soon by the 80s it turned into a monstrosity trying its best to look like the tyrant rat, it is the most iconic depiction of the building thus far and had remained that way until it was finally burnt down by a fire caused by a raid.
Interior
The inside of the building is as terrible as the outside of the final form. Not only does it ever have any semblance of taste or soul to it, but everything there looks like it was made from children using ROBLOX as its 3D architect blueprint. Any sane human being will go mad staying there for more than a day. The thing looks more like the interior of a TARDIS than an actual home, which i wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.
The Ratshack version's interior
Modern Monstrocity interior
The TARDI- I mean the Clubhouse's Console Room of the Modern Monstrocity
The Raid on The Clubhouse
In the late 90s. A Japanese contemporary quickly rose to power, not only did he gain too many fans that will become furries. He also had more creatures to help market his influence and power, this yellow rodent would anger the jealous god's wrath, and commanded an smear campaign for the boomers on the west, in a desperate attempt to not share the pie. This failed however and The Great Horned One commanded his spineless slaves to attack the pokemon things, but even most, such as the Pooh's Adventures Fans had their autism infatuated with the adventures of the yellow majin and his pet: Ass Ketchup.
With no other choice, the Westoid rat commanded The Gadgetologists from Russia to invade Japan and burn all that's Pokemon. This in turn created a large revenge plot by the Pokemon fans to burn down the Clubhouse in 2005, and sucessfully razed the abomination of a building. The building had been attacked before tho by Japanese rats before, namely Gregory's sarin gas leak there in 2001.
The Mickey Mouse Funhouse
Disneyland
The Cult of People
As a cult with as history only a decade younger than the Ku Klux Klan it had many evangelists serving the Clubhouse, they're culture is described as coonsooming and almost as costly as Scientology, if not more. Many of them aspire to create more media for the Disney company and abduct as many intellectual properties from the public domain and buy out as many successful properties as they can, so that all arts will be under the intellectual possession of the big ears, the cartoon tyrant.
Notable Members:
- Alastor Crowley (Mickey's Left Hand Man 1898-99)
- Walt Disney (Farther of Mickey and friends and Mickey's Right Hand Man 1895- 1966)
- Winnie the Pooh (High Ranking Agent 1966-present)
- Sora (High Ranking Agent 2002-present)
- Odlaw (Mickey's divine interpreter to his food 1989-2003)
- The Boss Baby (Group Leader 2012-2015, 2020-present)
- Moguera
The Actions They Enacted
Their favourite activity is to actively removing competition from Disneyland, and attack and razing many Amusement Park attractions to the ground. Usually large ones. But will also attack small independent ones more for fun, or get their bloodlust fix.
The biggest threats they most often attack include Universal Studios, Legoland, and Alton Towers (see Super Magnetic Neo for reference). They thus far had plundered and burnt down 300 amusement parks!
Every 2 years on a summer solstice. They would offer a virgin sacrifices for the many, many mascots of The Clubhouse. The ceremony would look like a baby's toy channel, full of giant kinder eggs, toys and other plastic trinkets as offerings for the hoarding rat. And a saturation of mascots plastered across the room, enough to look like a Pooh's Adventure poster. The festival would operate like any other party, but at the height of celebration, they all kongregate towards a chalk drawing of a circle with two large circles for ears and chant their anthem: em-my-see-kay-ee-why em-oh-yues-see. em-my-see-kay-ee-why em-oh-yues-see. MICKEY MOUSE! (MICKEY MOUSE!) MICKEY MOUSE! (MICKEY MOUSE!).