Чтож... Это довольно странно.

Donald: .. And that's how I learned to fluff my tail without hands. Of course, I didn't use this skill much, but hey! It's cute.

Pete, who realized halfway through the story that he liked Donald's voice and didn't listen to everything else, wondering when and how he managed to fall in love with this quacking madness: Yeah... I bet it is...

Man: Excuse me, ma'am, did you see three boys running past in a skirt?

Donald in a skirt (in a real voice): I don't think so, sir.

Man: Wha-?! Another freak?!

Donald: what.

Man: You're a freak! A real man doesn't wear those dumb skirts and pink! And-!

Scrooge: Are you done?

Man: Mr. McDuck?!

Scrooge is also wearing a skirt: Well?

Man: Wha-? Wait? *started to stutter*

Scrooge: If you are all. Then I will ask you to leave my nephew alone.

Man: *leaving*

Donald: ...

Scrooge: ...

Donald lifts up the skirt, under which the triplets were hiding in skirts: So, what have you done again, you little jerks?

Donald, rubbing their temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.

Della: But Donald, we don't smoke.

Donald: Cut the crap, Della. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.

Donald: *points at Gladstone* One! *points at Fethry* Two! *points at Gyro* Three! *points at Fenton* Four! *points at Della* Five!

Donald: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!

Gyro: *puts a cigarrette in Donald's hand*

Donald: Thank you. ...Light?

The Squad: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*

Pete: What. The. Fuck.

Donald: *fucked up is a huge blue Bible duck with lots of eyes, gold rings, arms and a pair of wings*

Goofy: He broke his staff and all his magic returned to his body.

Pete: ...

Pete: Hm...

Mickey: DON'T YOU THINK FUCK HIM!

Pete: Still...

"I find your motivation slightly amusing"

Scrooge kicks down the door: Are you fucking sex?!

Pete doing origami with Donald: Do we? Duckie, why didn't you tell me? I would put down the paper.

Shen: Can you shut up?! I do not want and will not try to make your father forgive me! He knows I'm sorry, but he doesn't have to forgive me! We are adults and we understand the difficulties of this situation, so don't let him forgive me if he doesn't want to!

Po: Then why did you even agree to correctional therapy?!

Shen: FOR TAI LUNG'S SAKE, OF COURSE!! I want to improve for Tai Lung! He is the love of my life! I've never loved anyone so much! All the things that I feel because of him are both so painful and pleasant.. I want him to get everything he deserved and he DESERVES more! And first of all, he deserves a good life! But he doesn't think so! I want to change to show that if even a bastard like me can improve, then why can't he?! It's important to me that he feels worthy of the best, because that's how it is! I love him!!

Mickey would definitely tickle Donald

that would be funny

Every time you're lonely, I'll always be there for you.

Donald fails again on Valentine's Day with Daisy. At the moment of his weakness, when hope has left his body, leaving everything to despair, there is someone who can support him.

Relationship: DonPete (Donald Duck × Pete)

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Valentine's Day is one of the many holidays that Donald practically hated because of his girlfriend. More precisely, an ex-girlfriend.

On this day, he just needed to book a table at the most expensive restaurant, buy 101 damn roses, a fucking lot of chocolate and not be Donald.

But Donald just doesn't have enough money, unlike his temperament. So he tried to improvise, to show his love in a different way, so that Daisy would understand that he loved her, even though he was penniless.

But everything was always "wrong."

No matter what he do he still got the same thing.

He had a picnic at sunset, with tea and snacks!

"Are you serious, Donald? It's such a cliche!"

He made a romantic candlelit dinner!

"It would be much tastier in a restaurant, you know.."

He gave a cute bouquet of different flowers!

Well... He was just beaten with this bouquet.

And so it is every Valentine's day.

...

But today everything should be different!

After the boys appeared in his life, Daisy stopped being so demanding and all the Lovers' days passed quite peacefully!

Except for Gladstone..

Donald genuinely didn't understand why this damn gander kept trying to steal his girlfriend. Start your own personal life, you idiot!

Anyway, this Valentine's Day should be wonderful!

He, Mickey and Minnie were going to the amusement park, even Goofy and Clarabel were going to join!

And then, he wanted to take Daisy on a picnic (you can't blame Donald for not having money and new ideas) and talk to her about the wedding! Yes, to talk. He can't afford a wedding right now, but instead of a ring, he sewed her a pretty beaded bracelet with her name on it.

Everything should be fine!

.. He hoped so much...

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

Everything went wrong.

Mortimer, Horace and Gladstone joined their group date.

They calmly pulled the blanket over themselves as if it was their date!

He was hurt many times. And apparently Daisy was enjoying it (Minnie didn't look like that, she was trying to get rid of Mortimer too).

And if Donald's luck is usually terrible, then with Gladstone it becomes catastrophic.

At least Goofy and Clarabel were enjoying themselves. Horace, on the contrary, even tried to make their time even more romantic.

But Donald was not discouraged! He still had his basket of sweets and he was sure that it would be enough for Daisy to pay attention to him.

But, apparently, stubbornness, love and faith in his partner were not enough.. Especially when that same partner doesn't love you himself.

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

— Leave us alone, Donald. — Daisy looked at the duck with disgust in half a turn of her head. — We have a date.

These words shocked Donald. Daisy was hugging Gladstone's arm and didn't even bother to turn to him.

— B.. B.. B-but Daisy! — he stuttered, completely confused and uncomprehending. — A picnic! — he picked up and opened the basket to at least persuade the departing girl, but instead of all the goodies that he cooked with all his love, they turned... into the porridge...

Daisy chuckled smugly.

— Come on, Gladstone. — she turned away from the duck in the sailor suit and led her new partner away from her ex.

Gladstone was smiling tightly, trying not to look back at his cousin. He won again, but was it worth it?

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

— What a nice day. — Pete exhaled the phrase along with the smoke.

He was always surprised that Valentine's Day was going pretty well for him.He used to spend it courting or dating some girl. But Mini is dating Mickey and Pete thought that already at his age it would be too stupid to try; and his exes got together and were somewhere in France instead with children.

But even so, he was not discouraged. When he didn't have a partner, Pete just either relaxed at home with a TV and love programs, or walked all day and enjoyed the atmosphere of love.

... Or spoil the day for all lovers, according to the mood.

However, there was a time when he could not do either the first or the second.

In the Navy.

— Heh. — Pete grinned, taking another drag on his cigarette.

He spent Valentine's days with... Donald.

They hung out with each other and shared letters from their loved ones. Back then, Pete felt love even in such a cruel time of his life.

"Speaking of Donald.." — Pete finished his cigarette. — "Isn't he there?" — He threw the bull in the trash.

Pete cautiously approached the duck, which was curled up in a ball.

"Am I at a bad time?" — It was... It's unusual to see Donald in such a state.

Donald was sitting on a bench, hugging his knees with his hands and hiding his face in them. And... he was crying.

Of course, it was very easy to make him angry, but to make him cry? It really needs to be done, I mean REALLY try.

Pete carefully put away the picnic basket and sat down next to the crying Donald (he still couldn't believe that the sailor was in such a state)

Donald stopped crying. He just froze when he felt someone sitting next to him.

— Come on, Don-Don. — He spoke with surprising gentleness in his voice. — I'm here. — That's not what Pete wanted to say.

But Donald snuggled up to him anyway and hid his face in his shirt, so it's okay.

— Just let it all out, I'm not going anywhere. — Pete patted Donald lightly on the back, opening the basket with his other hand.

And Donald let all out.

He released everything that had accumulated over a long time, no longer caring that anyone would hear him crying. Pete was there and that was more than enough.

Gradually, he calmed down, until eventually he just sobbed softly, still hiding his face.

— Just let me guess. — Pete began tapping the duck lightly with his fingers, causing the latter to tickle slightly. — Another bad date with Daisy?

— Mhhm.. — Donald grunted in agreement and rested his head on Pete. — She didn't like my food..

— This food? — He looked up and noticed that Pete had been eating food from his basket all this time!

— Hey, what the hell?! — Donald stood up and glared at him. — Have you been eating all this time?!

— Well, yeah. — Pete shrugged and answered calmly. — Do you think I should just sit and listen to your tears while I can at least eat?

Donald looked indignantly at Pete, angrily opening and closing his beak, but not finding anything to say, he just plopped back down with folded arms.

— Is it at least delicious?

— Very.

They sat in silence for a while while Donald muttered to himself. Suddenly, he realized the last two phrases.

— Really? — He looked at the calmly chewing cat in surprise.

— Yeah. — Pete nodded.

— Even though it is... it look a little shitty?

— Even so.

— Wow.

— Why are you so surprised? Have you ever been told that you cook delicious?

— No.

— No? — Pete's eyebrows went up in surprise. — Show me these idiots.

In response, Donald just laughed and punched him lightly in the stomach.

— Will you? — After his "Ouch," Pete offered Donald's basket.

— Why not? — he's shrugged his shoulders.

It was the last Valentine's Day, which was terrible and which he spent with Daisy. And the first one with Pete.

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Dawn, I know I'm late, but here

Pete: *Super cool passes through the security system of the McDuck mansion*

Phantom Blot: *evil laugh* Yes, Pete! Keep up the good work and I'll finally be able to get my hands on this damn artifact!

Pete: *stops right in front of the front door*

Phantom Blot: HAHAHA! Wait, what are you doing?

Pete: *takes out a bouquet from under his jacket*

Phantom Blot: Wait, no.

Pete: *sprays himself with perfume*

Phantom Blot: No, stop.

Pete: *licked his palm and smoothed his hair*

Phantom Blot: Pete, no.

Pete: *wipes his hand on his pants and puts mint in his mouth*

Phantom Blot: I'm serious, Pete.

Pete: *presses the doorbell*

Phantom Blot: Oh Gods, I beg you...

Donald opens the door: Hello?

Pete with a big smile and the most seductive smile he's capable of: *hands the bouquet to Donald* Hey~

Phantom Blot: PETE, YOU WET CAT, F-