My headcannon: Donald has a very stormy imagination and imagination, but he draws terribly, but writes superbly. That's why he keeps a fanfiction account in his spare time.
Pete: :3
Donald: I'm not gonna call you "Good kitty", Pete. You bullied Mickey again!
Pete: :(
Donald: ...
Donald: But your origami is good... Good kitty.
Pete: ^^³
When your boyfriend does some shit again:
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-
Donald: Okay, time to work.
Next, Donald flirts with Pete all day. She pushes him against the wall, pulls him by his collar or tie, whispers all sorts of things in his ear (cute, vulgar, and both) and top him.
Donald: Okay, it's enough for today.
Pete, lying somewhere nearby with a completely red face, tattered clothes and fur, covered with kisses of purple lipstick: It was even better than fucking heaven.
Carrying the princess to the throne
Pete is on the phone: So, that's why I think..
PJ: DAD!!
Pete: What the-..
PJ: DID YOU FUCK A DUCK?!
Pete without hesitation: YES!! AND MORE THAN ONCE!
PJ: OH MY GOODNESS!!
The Phantom Blot on the line: Why...
I knew it
GUYS???? THIS ISNT ON FANDOM WIKI THIS IS THE REAL WIKIPEDIA PAGE FOR PANCHITO