Oh fuck, we had this when my brother and I were little brats. It was our absolute favorite; we played that bastard until it died (and just about drove our poor mother to distraction).
I should probably point out that we didn't actually buy our copy. We had a dual casette-player, and made a copy of the one my mother checked out for us from the library.
And then we played that copy until something inside it broke and it wouldn't play anymore.
I'm envisioning a woman on the brink of tears with an eyeglass screwdriver slid carefully into a cassette tape, committing audio sabotage with the skill of a surgeon, whispering "Lord, forgive me for what I've done." Just then, the phone rings. The library has been destroyed in a fire, an apparent case of arson. The policeman's questions coming over the tinny speaker are drowned out with sobbing and whimpered curses of "let's do the bugaboo...shake a leg or two.."
There was a whole series of these, and they were among the first promotional items for the Disney Channel, back when it was a pay station.
At this time in my life, ANYTHING with the Mickey Mouse logo on it thrilled me. I was around three or four. I grew into preferring Popeye and the Fleischers a few years later, but for the first five or so, Disney was solid gold.