Petetronic

As Petetronic lumbered around after Gus, he turned his back on Mickey. Now the mouse could aim directly at Petetronic's tanks. Mickey shot more and more paint at the tanks, until the reservoirs were completely full. Finally, drenched in paint, Petetronic stopped his attack.
"Mickey, old pal," he said, his grin broadening. "So glad you could drop by. Was there something I could help ya with?"
Mickey blinked and then stared at the paintbrush.  Wow. It really *could* turn an enemy friendly.

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