It is the stroke of midnight, New Year’s Eve 2066, and the sky above the Magic Kingdom is alive with fireworks.

“Gorgeous, Mick!” she says, her eyes reflecting the colorful fizgigs above.

He smiles and takes her gloved hand. “So long as you’re here.”

Goofy stumbles along a monorail track, oblivious to the pyrotechnics. A liquor bottle falls. “Gorsh!” he hiccups. “Happy New Year!”

In a high castle tower, a duck watches a princess. His eyes narrow. “Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syne?”

“Please don’t hit him!” Huey cries. “Not on New Year’s!” “Stay out of it, boy!” Big Pete says, raising the belt above Pluto.

Somewhere, a golden bear hugs a pot marked “HUNNY.” Somewhere, a red-haired mermaid gazes at the revelry and weeps.

The first bomb drops at 12:01 EST.

Afterward there is dust in the air, and silence. Days pass.

The balding hunter, eyes stinging, climbs a grassy hillock. “Wh-what happened?” From out the smoke comes a reply: “Sufferin succotash!”

Meanwhile, the rabbit, who has seen it all from afar, wipes the grime from a carrot and turns his eyes to God. “What’s up, doc?” he says.