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Donald had finally been informed by Scrooge that Della was gone. She didn’t make the trip due to the meteor shower. His stomach had dropped, as his anger went up. He wanted to kill Scrooge for letting his sister go up there. And now, he looked over at the three eggs. He had no idea what he was going to do with them, how he was going to raise his nephews without their mom.
“How dare you lose her!” Donald started yelling at Scrooge, quacking angrily at him, “I should walk out on your right now!”
“Well, maybe you should!” Scrooge yells back, “Family is nothing but trouble, I don’t want to see you again. I don’t want to deal with those kids. Leave.”
Donald angrily growls; he didn’t wanna hear another word from Scrooge, his uncle walking back into the console room. Donald turns to his nephews, staring down at the unhatched eggs, he pushed the carriage away; walks them outside and gets them strapped into car seats in the car. He had no idea what he was doing or where he was going; he wasn’t fit to raise three kids. He had anger issues and he was very scared that he would let them all down.
He called the first person he could think to come to mind that had shelter, which Donald could stay at for a few days until the ducklings were hatched; he would then find somewhere the four of them could live. It was going to be tough, but Donald knew he could get jobs.
Donald listened to the buzzing of his phone it was finally picked up, “Panchito here, how can I help you?”
“He Panchito I-”
“Just kidding I didn’t answer your call.” It then made the voicemail ding, Donald rolled his eyes as he calls the next person.
It was picked up right away, “Hey Donald!” He heard José say, a smile popping the duck's face.
“Hey, José I need to go to your apartment, please. It’s an emergency.” Donald says, “I have the eggs with me.”
“Okay Donald,” José replies, “the door will be unlocked for you. Just come on in.” He then hung up.
Donald started up the car, and then made his journey to José’s apartment, making sure to drive slowly and carefully so the eggs wouldn’t crack. As he pulled up to the apartment, which was only a few miles outside of Duckburg; he got outside of the car and loaded the eggs into a carriage, then made his way to José, opening the door like Josésaid and walking straight in.
It was almost instant until Joséwalked over to him, “Why do you look so sad? What’s wrong?” He asks as he moves the eggs and Donald to the living room, having Donald sit down.
“She’s gone,” Donald says.
“Who?” he asks.
“Della.” Donald just whispers, an oh sound coming from José. “Scrooge kicked me out. I thought I would lounge here until I can get me and the ducklings on our feet.”
“Well,” José and Donald both look up as Panchito walks out of the kitchen, drinking some salsa out of a container.
Panchito smiles, “Hey-” he soon to notice Donald’s frown, sitting next to him, “Everything okay?”
José puts his finger against his beak to inform Panchito not to ask. “Panchito is staying here as well, he got kicked out of his apartment.”
“That’s okay!” Donald responds, “I can sleep on the floor, I have furniture for the ducklings, but of course this is a one-bedroom.”
“No, no, no,” Panchito says, “You’re not sleeping on the floor. You’re a father now, I can give up the couch.”
“Are you sure?” Donald asks.
“Si,” Panchito responds, “I’ve been sleeping in the bathtub anyway.”
José looks at the duck “Do you want some food, Donald?”
“No, I’m not hungry,” Donald replies.
“Okay, well I’m turning in,” He stands up, “I’ll help you tomorrow Donald. Goodnight boys.” José then walks to his bedroom; shutting the door behind him.
“Goodnight!” Donald and Panchito reply, Donald already laying down on the couch. It was pretty late, he hadn’t even noticed. It was 2 in the morning.
Panchito got up and went to the bathroom. Donald stared at the eggs in the stroller, watching all three of them. He hoped he could give them a good life; as he drifts to sleep.
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“Donald!” Donald wakes up to Panchito’s voice; “The egg!”
Donald looks over to the eggs, and his mouth dropped. One of them was cracking. He instantly sat up and watched; his heart in his throat. They were coming now.
José walked out of his bedroom, “What are you doing at 6-” he then noticed the egg, and promptly took a seat next to Donald, “Is it happening?”
Donald nods, as the egg soon hatches, a small duckling coming out of it. Donald picks the duckling up, as his cries start to fill the room. He holds him gently. It didn’t take longer than 3 seconds for the next one to hatch; Donald’s hand going over to pick up him too. He now had 2 of them; he almost started to cry at how adorable they were. But, then he looked at the third one, and it wasn’t even moving. Not even a hint of it; his stomach dropped, he started to worry that there must be something wrong.
“This one must be a slow one,” Panchito says, “too lazy to climb out. Do you have names?” He yells over the chirps of the ducklings already in Donald’s arms.
Donald nods, Della had given him some names, but he didn’t like them. So, he came up with 3 names of his own; which he was going to convince Della to use, but, where is she?
“José, can you get some blankets for them?” Donald finally speaks, José getting up to grab some blankets so Donald can warm the two already there. As soon as José brought the blankets back, the third one finally started hatching.
The duck felt his world clear, as he wrapped a red blanket around the first duckling and a blue one around the second. As soon as the third one was out, it was wrapped in a green blanket.
“So, what are their names?” José asks, sitting down as he stared over at the ducklings.
Donald pauses for a second, “The first one, the one in red, I want to name him Hubert. Then the one in blue is Dewford. The last one, the baby of the bunch, he’s Llewellyn.”
“Come again on that last one?” Panchito says.
“Llewellyn, it’s Welsh,” Donald replies, picking all three of the birds up again. They had all swiftly gone to sleep.
José pauses for a second, “Would their nicknames be Huey, Dewey, and Louie?”
Donald confirms this, nodding his head, “I don’t know what to do,”
“Well, we need to get a doctor probably, to give them shots. But for now what kind of furniture do you have? Do you have any outfits for them? Do we need to go shopping?”
“I have a couple of outfits and furniture. I don't have any cribs or bottles. Or bibs. I didn’t think they’d come so soon.”
José stands up, taking Panchito’s hand to lift him, “Well, we will let you have some alone time with the ducklings while we get them what they need. Okay?”
“Okay,” Donald responds, not even looking at his two friends. He was too enthralled with how adorable his nephews were.