Mc Tuff

What if Mickey wasn't born in Sunny California? What if he did not turn out to be the poster boy for Disney and settle into a multi billion dollar empire?
Meet Mick Mc Tuff. 
Born on the wrong side of Detroits rusty tracks, mutated at an early age from sniffing diesel and smelting computer memory. This desperate wretch finally found employment in a tin button factory, where he hit upon the idea of smuggling out factory rejects and selling them in alleys with his mug plastered on them. Sales were, at best, abysmal, and he now resides in a doss house awaiting trial for theft of his employers property.
Oh but for a few miles difference, and the right light on a sunny afternoon in a downtown pet shop.