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If getting up to the temple was hard, getting back down without his walking sticks and a small army of children was almost impossible. But he had to manage. He had to, the children needed him, and he needed to get Scrooge back to his proper age so Donald can yell at him. His leg was screaming at him to stop and rest, but he wouldn't. Not out here in the jungle where there was so many dangerous animals that could easily snatch a child away in a heart beat. He had to be on his guard, no matter how many times his leg had almost collapsed under him. Which it decided to do at that moment. The duck went down, biting back a scream of pain. He didn't want to scare the children or worry them too much. The little ones around dropped to the ground, taking the fall as a signal for a break.
"Papa? Are we almost back home? Scrooge and ovver Scrooge are getting very tired."
Donald smiled sadly at the deaged form of Bentina Beakley. The little girl was only about seven years old and already she was displaying great maturity. Although one thing that Donald couldn't quite under stand is why all the deaged children seemed to think he is their father. It was very odd and slightly uncomfortable to hear Uncle Scrooge call him 'daddy' or 'papa'. Leaning back with his eyes closed and his ears open, Donald prayed desperately for aid.
"Are you sure this is the way?"
Panchito glanced back at his Brazilian friend.
"Sí! Donal' was last seen going this way! I hope we can catch up to him, it has been so long since the three Caballeros had gone on an adventure!"
José rolled his eyes at the exuberant Mexican Rooster. He really did hope they were going the right way. Something in his magic told him Donald needed help, but not urgently, as if a future task would need more hands then normal. Either way, Panchito was right. It had been a long time.
Donald stilled. In the distance he heard a noise, like someone walking.
"Kids. Come here."
The sole adult hissed out quietly. Whatever or whoever it was, it wasn't going to get these children without a fight. The undergrowth erupted as a spotted form lunged out.