Captain Cleaver was going to be a toon cop in the original draft for Who Framed Roger Rabbit. In the original story, Roger Rabbit was murdered, and Captain Cleavage rivaled Eddie Valiant in uncovering who killed Roger. Cleaver firmly believed Jessica Rabbit to be the culprit.

In Wasteland:

If Fallen into Wasteland, Cleaver would have been a policeman, likely stationed in Ostown due to Ostown’s similarities to Toontown from Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

[Ch. 1] - Epic Mickey 3: Sealed in Ink

(by waltsluckyrabbit and 09alih [on DeviantART])

“I don’t get it, Ortensia,” Oswald muttered as he leaned against a wall. “I can tell something’s bugging him and I’m tryin’ to help, but every time I bring it up, he acts like I’m threatenin’ to punch him in the nose. And frankly, I’m gettin’ close.”

Ortensia smiled at him as she herded a group of bunny children outside to play. She knew he was just concerned, even if he wouldn’t admit it. “Now, Oswald, I don’t think you’ll have to do that. Why don’t you just ask outright?”

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[M!A] Unseen and Unheard (Blot)

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After emerging from his house in Ostown, Oswald had tried calling out for help, but it seemed no one could hear him. In a panic, he ran all the way to Mean Street, desperately hoping to find a solution. He didn’t bother avoiding the townsfolk as he hurried through the street, figuring he’d phase right through them, until suddenly, he bumped against one of them. He stopped abruptly, his eyes going wide as he watched the toon get startled and look around in bewilderment. He could touch people! With this sudden realization, he quickly began tapping people on the shoulder, trying to communicate with them, but they all either ran off in terror, or hastened their pace, muttering under their breath about ‘escaped Bog Easy ghosts’.

Dismayed by the reactions he received, Oswald desperately looked around for someone he knew well, or at least someone who would stop and listen…er, feel. Upon turning the corner, he spotted a familiar large figure in the middle of the street.

“Blot!” he cried out in relief, even though he knew he wouldn’t be heard. He ran up to the creature and began poking his leg over and over again, trying to get his attention.

A Leader’s Uncertainty


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It wasn’t long before the Gremlin found himself in OsTown. He hesitated for a moment, considering how upset Oswald might be if he was wrong; then again, even if he wasn’t the one sending those notes, Gus figured he would still want to know that someone was asking about whether people thought he was fit to lead. Brushing his doubts aside, Gus knocked on the door and waited.