It was Mickey who figured it out. On the twelfth repeat, he noticed something. Scrooge, in every loop, was alone. No tree. No family. No laughter. And every time, he kicked away that tiny golden gear.
“Oh, very well,” he grumbled, putting on his top hat. “But I’m not singing the high part.” Mickey-s Once Upon A Christmas
And Pluto? He finally got his wish. A giant, squeaky bone-shaped bow, which he wore proudly on his nose for the rest of the night. It was Mickey who figured it out
Later that night, a magical thing happened. The clock on the Mouseton town hall struck midnight, and with the twelfth chime, a sparkling snowflake drifted down. It landed not on a rooftop, but on the spot where the gear was lost. he noticed something. Scrooge