HERE IN DUCKBURG

I'm so normal about them, trust me.

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Donald's Quacky Duck! Duck! Duck City! coasters from Tokyo Disneyland

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I’m not the only one who thinks Pete is hot, right?

Dewey: How many partners have you had?

Donald&Scrooge: Male or Female?

Tai Lung: Okay, Shen, meet my new friend Scott

Scott: Hi!

Shen: You look stupid.

Scott: :(

Tai Lung: *wtf Shen*

Shen: I like that in a men.

Scott: (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)!!

Tai Lung: *wtf shen2*

Tai Lung and Shen: *wearing "Gay Propaganda" T-shirts*

Po and Tigress: *wearing "Protection of Gay Propaganda" T-shirts*

Кто-нибудь заметил его голос??? Будто он сейчас заплачет??

Has anyone noticed his voice??? Like he's going to cry??

"How worthless you have to be for your own flesh and blood not- not to love you, even a little?"

I agree that this wouldn't have been a better take for the movie but I'm losing my MIND OVER THIS BEING A FULLY RENDERED SCENE???? AND HE LOOKS AND SOUNDS SO PAINED TOO

Okay, guys, an important question

Which of the Bad Guys is Mr. Trans?

You: Hey, what have you got there?

Me, holding back the flow of my thoughts about Donald×Pete: Nothing.

Art

It's a nice day. The birds are singing, the oblochka are flying.

Up to this point...

CRASH

The door in the office opens abruptly, almost falling off its hinges and an angry duck stomps inside.

- "Damn Glomgold, stupid Rockerdak, unbearable Magic.. Was it really necessary for you to disturb my quiet day?" thoughts raced furiously through Scrooge's head as he threw his top hat on the hanger. Batista had already gone far away to finish the job and not get caught in the hot hand of his employer.

Scrooge angrily looked around the office, looking for his nephew — the only person who can calm, resist and withstand the anger of his uncle (depending on the mood of both of them).

McDuck's eyes sparkled with rage and the sparks slowly ignited the fire when old duck thought to himself that Donald was skipping work again?! He spun around and froze like a statue. All the heat and fervor died out in Scrooge's eyes, giving way to emotions unexpected for his character: tenderness and love.

Donald was lying on one of Scrooge's money bags, curled up like a kitten on his stomach, his legs dangling gold coins down to the floor, and his arms were crossed and the sailor's head was lying on them, pressing his cheek against his own sleeve.

Scrooge felt the butterflies flutter and he clenched his beak faster and tighter so as not to squeal, but still could not stop himself from shaking his hands in the air.

"You're a stupid nephew, Donald! How dare you be so sweet when I'm so mad at you?!" — Old duck thought to himself, not a bit angry at the whole world anymore.

Scrooge finally pulled himself together and crept as quietly and quickly as possible to his desk. He took out a notebook and a small pencil case from one of the old, almost unused drawers. McDuck quietly pulled over the nearest other money bag and, getting comfortable, began to draw.

The room gradually filled with Donald's quiet snuffling and his uncle's even quieter giggling, which captured another calm but important moment in his life.

Batista opened the door to bring new papers for Scrooge, but when he saw that his employer was already busy with something else, the dog simply put on black glasses and grabbed the nearest broom, walked away while no one saw him, tapping the back side on the floor.