Pluto growled back but wouldn't go near it.
"Don't worry, Pluto," said Minnie, patting his head. "We'll pick the right Mouseketools." picking the mouseketools in pluto's best
Inside, Mickey adjusted his bow tie. "Oh, boy! Today’s the big day! Pluto’s competing in the obstacle course, and we need to make sure he has everything he needs." Pluto growled back but wouldn't go near it
He grabbed the small fan. "The vacuum sucks air in. We'll blow air back!" He aimed the fan at the vacuum's side. The airflow confused the vacuum’s sensor. It spun in a circle, coughed once, and shut off. All the tennis balls scattered. "Oh, boy
"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.
Pluto saw his chance. He bounded forward, snagged the biggest tennis ball in his mouth, and crossed the finish line just as the timer hit zero.