Personal Narrative-Bob Oswald The Rabbit

"Look at my master piece! Finally my own creation!" I exclaimed in excitement.
In pure excitement of creating my own little cartoon, Oswald the Rabbit. Here is a fluffy, loving, caring, cutest little cartoon I have ever made.
"Millions I tell ya. MILLIONS! He will made me a fortune," I said. "No one will ever have my creation," I told everyone.
That's what I thought. Sadly no having the copyright on my magnificent Rabbit. Oswald was taken away by someone else claiming to take my creation. This heart break was the worst, felt like I lost a loved one, a son. NO! I am not going to stop everything because of a Rabbit. Even though I loved it with my dearest heart. I not going to give up.
"What do you think you are doing!" I yelled at the people
I woke up to someone shaking me.
"Mr. Disney, we are all done," Bob one of my employer I made stay here.
After that I shoot up, "Where is it!" I yelled at Bob.
I looked at Bob. He had fear in his eyes, when mine have urgency in them. Bob did not speak just pointed only to the table in the middle of the creating center. I ran there like my life counted for it. On the run I almost ran into a couple of desks. Finally, I got there, and there he was my new creations. I know the perfect name for him. Everyone meet Mickey Mouse.
"How did you make him," I asked Bob.
"We just used Oswald. We shortened the ears, padded the middle, and stretched the tail. Then, tada a mouse was made," Bob said like it only took five minutes not one full night.
"Now, no one will take him away from me," I yelled while I ran down to get my employer back.
Running in to the development of my ex-employees I was gassing for air. Multiple people came around to see the big commotion. I looked up from my position with my hand on my knees and my head hanged low breathing in deeply. When my eyes landed on my ex-employees I just gave them the goofy Walt Disney
. . you better . . . get ready . . . to come . . . back to . . . work," I said in between breathing.
All they had to do was just look at each other and grin.
Stepping out of my car ready to go to work. Finally I am allowed to say that word again. Now that I have my own creation and NO ONE CAN STEAL IT FROM ME EVERY AGAIAN! Sorry. You can just see that I am very happy. Mickey Mouse is going to be a star from me. This is the creation that will make me millions.
"Okay. Welcome to work. We have a new creation Mickey Mouse. Now let's start on a new cartoon," no one moved after I said that. "NOW!" I yelled and they scattered like scared cats.
Working all night and all day to finish this cartoon.
"Sir no one is really enjoying the mouse," said Bob when he poked his head in my office.
"What?" I asked him.
"We need something more that will give him a pop. We need to make him one of a kind," he told me.
"And how do you say we do this because it is your magnificent idea," I said with a sarcastic tone.
"How about we make him with sound," Bob said with a straight face.
I think my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "What!" I said with a surprised face and to be honest I was