This made me laugh :'D I think I'm developing a penchant for wanting to write the Disney characters in drabbles...
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The first thing Donald saw upon arriving in Radiant Garden was the community square surrounded by shops, which he'd often seen the many times before that he'd been here with Sora.
... well, that would have been the first thing he saw, but in actuality, the first thing that he did see was the blurred, ridiculously close faces of his three nephews, who had all squawked "Uncle Donald!!" at exactly the same time, and had then made a beeline for him - which had ended up with him being bowled over to the ground, in what should have been a hug, but now was a dog pile; with him at the bottom.
"Uncle Scrooge," he heard Daisy say above him - she'd came with him from the castle, wanting to see the family as well - and from the sounds of things, had successfully managed to avoid the tackle run of the three ducks that were still on top of him, instead turning her attention to Scrooge, instead.
Why was he always the one at the bottom of the pile?!
"Ah, lass, it's so good to see you!" Scrooge said - whatever he was doing, Donald couldn't see, attempting to disentangle himself from his nephews, pushing one aside from in front of his face to only have the face of another one replacing it.
"Sorry we're so late," Daisy said apologetically. "We would have been here sooner if Donald had stopped to ask for directions." Donald felt the subtle jibe hit him in the side, and that was all the adrenaline rush he needed to propel himself upright.
"You said you knew the way!" he retorted, before having his face knocked back down on the floor by Huey-- well, he thought it was Huey-- with a crash! against the tiles.
Daisy 'hmphed' once, but then she chuckled. "Boys, I think you better get off Uncle Donald," she suggested.
"Yes, lads," Scrooge concurred. "You won't be able to do anything with your uncle and your aunt if you keep swarming over him like that."
The boys all stopped at the same split second, before hopping off Donald, each of them holding out a hand to help him up. "We're sorry, Uncle Donald," they said together. "We just haven't seen you for a long time."
"It's only been a week!" he squawked, leaping upright without even taking hold of their hands, the flames of a fire in his eyes. The three of them, immune to the threat (or perhaps just plain used to Donald’s outbursts), all ran over to Daisy, shaking her hands pleasantly in turn, utmost polite. Donald grumbled. Only he got the bowling over treatment. Of course he did. Guh.
"Boys, didn't you have something you wanted to say?" Scrooge said to the three of them - now Donald could see him, he was leaning against his walking stick, looking bemused by the whole situation.
"Oh yeah!" said Duey. Huey nodded, and Louis dashed off behind Uncle Scrooge.
"What is it?" asked Daisy, moving over to stand next to Donald once again.
"It's a surprise!" came the muffled voice of Louis, who stuck his head back out from behind Uncle Scrooge to stare at his brothers. "Are you going to help or what? It's heavy!"
After all three of them disappeared, they soon returned, tugging along a cart - but whatever it was, Donald couldn't quite make out, as it'd been wrapped so haphazardly it was impossible to tell when one sheet of paper ended and another began, let alone what was inside. Together, the three nephews looked at their aunt and uncle, before they nodded, and pulled back the paper, to reveal--
"A cake!" His anger was forgotten. Oh, a cake. A cake!
"It's a present! Since you came to visit us out here," said Louis. "Because we love you, Uncle Donald, Aunt Daisy!" they chorused.
"Oh, boys..." Donald grinned, with Daisy looked elated beside him - they were sometimes a handful, and sometimes coming to visit the family meant he ended up with more bruises than when he was fighting Heartless, but he wouldn't replace his nephews for the world.
... Besides, maybe it was worth being thrown to the ground if he got cake out of it.
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Date: 2010-05-03 04:41 pm (UTC)---------------
The first thing Donald saw upon arriving in Radiant Garden was the community square surrounded by shops, which he'd often seen the many times before that he'd been here with Sora.
... well, that would have been the first thing he saw, but in actuality, the first thing that he did see was the blurred, ridiculously close faces of his three nephews, who had all squawked "Uncle Donald!!" at exactly the same time, and had then made a beeline for him - which had ended up with him being bowled over to the ground, in what should have been a hug, but now was a dog pile; with him at the bottom.
"Uncle Scrooge," he heard Daisy say above him - she'd came with him from the castle, wanting to see the family as well - and from the sounds of things, had successfully managed to avoid the tackle run of the three ducks that were still on top of him, instead turning her attention to Scrooge, instead.
Why was he always the one at the bottom of the pile?!
"Ah, lass, it's so good to see you!" Scrooge said - whatever he was doing, Donald couldn't see, attempting to disentangle himself from his nephews, pushing one aside from in front of his face to only have the face of another one replacing it.
"Sorry we're so late," Daisy said apologetically. "We would have been here sooner if Donald had stopped to ask for directions." Donald felt the subtle jibe hit him in the side, and that was all the adrenaline rush he needed to propel himself upright.
"You said you knew the way!" he retorted, before having his face knocked back down on the floor by Huey-- well, he thought it was Huey-- with a crash! against the tiles.
Daisy 'hmphed' once, but then she chuckled. "Boys, I think you better get off Uncle Donald," she suggested.
"Yes, lads," Scrooge concurred. "You won't be able to do anything with your uncle and your aunt if you keep swarming over him like that."
The boys all stopped at the same split second, before hopping off Donald, each of them holding out a hand to help him up. "We're sorry, Uncle Donald," they said together. "We just haven't seen you for a long time."
"It's only been a week!" he squawked, leaping upright without even taking hold of their hands, the flames of a fire in his eyes. The three of them, immune to the threat (or perhaps just plain used to Donald’s outbursts), all ran over to Daisy, shaking her hands pleasantly in turn, utmost polite. Donald grumbled. Only he got the bowling over treatment. Of course he did. Guh.
"Boys, didn't you have something you wanted to say?" Scrooge said to the three of them - now Donald could see him, he was leaning against his walking stick, looking bemused by the whole situation.
"Oh yeah!" said Duey. Huey nodded, and Louis dashed off behind Uncle Scrooge.
"What is it?" asked Daisy, moving over to stand next to Donald once again.
"It's a surprise!" came the muffled voice of Louis, who stuck his head back out from behind Uncle Scrooge to stare at his brothers. "Are you going to help or what? It's heavy!"
After all three of them disappeared, they soon returned, tugging along a cart - but whatever it was, Donald couldn't quite make out, as it'd been wrapped so haphazardly it was impossible to tell when one sheet of paper ended and another began, let alone what was inside. Together, the three nephews looked at their aunt and uncle, before they nodded, and pulled back the paper, to reveal--
"A cake!" His anger was forgotten. Oh, a cake. A cake!
"It's a present! Since you came to visit us out here," said Louis. "Because we love you, Uncle Donald, Aunt Daisy!" they chorused.
"Oh, boys..." Donald grinned, with Daisy looked elated beside him - they were sometimes a handful, and sometimes coming to visit the family meant he ended up with more bruises than when he was fighting Heartless, but he wouldn't replace his nephews for the world.
... Besides, maybe it was worth being thrown to the ground if he got cake out of it.