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He's WHAT?!
Tbf, we all know the fate of Quackmore. He was beheaded by Peg Leg Pete.
On the family meeting...
Scrooge: Okay... I want to be honest. Next time, I won't come alone.
Matilda: Oooh~ With your Goldie-girl?~
Scrooge: ...
Scrooge: No. With my Gold-boyfriend.
Louie: I have boyfriend.
Gladstone: Actually... I have a girlfriend.
Fethry: I have a girlfriend AND boyfriend!
Della: HA! SIKE! I HAVE TWO GIRLFRIENDS!
Quackmore: Wow...
Quackmore turned to Donald: What's about you, Donnie? How much partners you have? Haha.
Donald, absolutely calm: Three boyfriends and two girlfriend.
Sweet dream
Characters: Donald Duck, Della Duck, Hortense Duck-McDuck, Quackmore Duck
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— Della! Stop stealing my food! — Donald hissed angrily when his sister took his sandwich and quickly stuffed it into her beak.
— Della, behave yourself. We're on a picnic, not in a pigsty. — Hortense scolded her daughter menacingly, sitting surprisingly elegantly and holding her cup.
Quackmore carefully brought the kettle and poured tea for his wife. He kissed Hortense on the cheek before putting the kettle away, earning a quiet giggle from the red duck.
Donald mimicked his mother's elegant pose, also sipping tea while Della lay on her stomach sipping strawberry juice.
— Tea boy.~ — She teased her brother by straightening a golden curl from her hairstyle.
Donald swung to hit Della, but he was stopped by the stern look of his parents and instead, the sailor took an apple.
— You're 36, Donny. It's time to stop being led by other people's provocations. — Quackmore reproached his son while peeling a tangerine, putting the slices on a plate, and the peel in a bag.
Donald pouted in embarrassment and looked away.
— It's not my fault that everyone loves to piss me off so much! Let them know what will happen if they contact Donald Duck! — at the last words, the sailor proudly puffed out his chest.
Della rolled her eyes in annoyance, but she couldn't say anything because Hortense beat her to it.
— Better tell me, how are things at work? Is Scrooge still hurting you? — The red-haired duck asked worriedly.
Donald waved his hand dismissively and rolled his eyes in response.
— Of course, he is! Our relationship is always like this! — He chuckled and tossed a couple of chocolates into his beak.
Hortense growled angrily and shook her fists in the air.
— Arrgh! Stupid Scrooge!! Tormenting my beloved son!! — She opened a jar of jam that Quackmore couldn't open.
— Why don't you leave Scrooge, duckling? You can move into your houseboat and work for someone else, for example, Rockerdack? — Papa Duck asked affectionately, smearing bread with jam.
Donald chuckled softly and picked up an apple.
— How can I leave, Pa? I'm practically the only one who can handle Uncle Scrooge. — He took a bite of an apple and offered it to Della with a sly smile. — Plus, I love him too much to leave that damn old palooka. — The sailor laughed when he saw his sister make a face and throw an apple at him.
— It's sour, you're a problem on your feet!! — Della screamed in frustration and began to drink her strawberry juice aggressively.
Hortense and Quackmore exchanged glances after hearing Donald's last words.
Hortense was surprised and puzzled by them, and Quackmore just smiled tenderly at his wife, as if saying, "I told you so."
Their picnic continued.
Donald talked enthusiastically about the adventures he got into with his family or on his own. With parental care and love, he boasted of the boys' merits to Della. And playfully shared various embarrassing Scrooge stories with Hortense.
Suddenly a breeze blew and Quackmore gently put his hand on his wife's shoulder, looking sadly into her eyes.
— Oh... Is it time? — Hortense asked, calming down after another laugh.
Quackmore nodded and the red duckling sighed heavily.
Della got up first, brushing off the crumbs.
— Okay, Donny, we have to go. When are you leaving?
Donald sadly watched his family get up and get ready to leave. He didn't know where they were going, but he had a feeling he needed to let them go.
— I'll take a nap first before I leave. — The sailor replied, adjusting his hat so that it covered his eyes and put his hands behind his head, comfortably lying on the plaid.
Hortense giggled, secretly glad that her Donny was still so lazy and went over to him.
— I love you, Donny. Goodbye. — She whispered softly and kissed her son on the cheek.
Quackmore and Della followed her example and also kissed Donald gently on the cheek, saying goodbye to him.
— I love you all too. — The sailor muttered as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
He could hear the footsteps of the three ducks gradually receding until they disappeared completely and the space was finally filled with silence. It was so calm and peaceful that Donald didn't even want it to stop.
However, his pacification was interrupted by a strange sound. An annoying sound.
Donald tried to ignore it, but the sound was getting louder by the second and infuriating the sailor more and more.
— STOP IT ALREADY!! — He finally exploded and angrily looked around to figure out where the sound was coming from.
Donald was slowly enveloped in disappointment when he realized that he was lying in his bed in his room and the annoying sound was the sound of an alarm clock.
The sailor turned off the alarm clock with trembling hands and began trying to put two and two together to understand what had happened.
He was on a picnic with... Mom, Dad and Della...
— Of course, it was a dream... — Donald muttered to himself as he stared at his blanket.
He clutched the cloth with his trembling hands as his tears slowly fell down.
— Of course, it was a dream... — He whispered softly in his trembling voice as his eyes filled with tears more and more.
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I know this isn't the fanfiction I promised and I'm sorry, but for now, here it is.
How did the "Oh-phooey" come about:
Quackmore: *accidentally bumps*
Quackmore: Oh ffff!-...
Little Donald and Della: 00
Quackmore: Fffffff...
Hortense: *scary look*
Quackmore: Fffooey!
Quackmore: How clumsy I am!
Hortense: Don't worry, honey, I'm here.
Quackmore and Hortense: *show a scene full of love and support*
Later
Donald: *falling*
Donald: Oh-phooey!
Grandma Duck: *spits out tea*
Quackmore and Hortense: ...