oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!

Superhyenas! … and wine glasses.

makemineacubsandwich:

“I want a sidekick.”

Shenzi stared at Banzai. “… If ya want to train the kid to –”

“Naah. Not that way.” Banzai rolled his eyes. “Just … I mean, we’re superheros, ‘n superheros need sidekicks. Every superhero has a sidekick.”

Ed furrowed his brow. Did Superman have a sidekick?

“He doesn’t count”, Banzai stumbled. “… If I had a sidekick, I’d want a singing dragon.”

Shenzi stared at him, blinked – and heard some dog-like creature scream: “Mildred, replace the handset, you don’t have to call the window reparation, it’s repaired! Amazing!”
She pursed her lips. Now, the window reparation wouldn’t get money –
“Eddie? What’re ya doin’?”

Eddie wiggled his tail, yipped and pointed at –

“Donald Duck. Oh no.” Banzai rolled his eyes. Why him? Why him? He of all people. Dammit.

Shenzi glared at him. “Be nice.”

“– I’m not goin’ to greet him.”

“Ohh, ya will.”

Ed already ran to him.
“We can’t let Ed go alone ta him.” Shenzi pulled Banzai on his ear with her.

Donald felt it in his bones. Something bad would happen.
When he saw Ed approaching, a shiver ran down his spine; Ed was alright - but clumsy. He tried to hide the packet behind his back and forced a smile.
‘No. You wouldn’t smile at them if nothing was wrong. So don’t smile. Don’t - smile!,’ he told himself and the smile faded; he glared at Ed, kind of venting his emotions.
“Oh. It’s you, Ed.” He balanced the package, praying that the hyenas would vanish soon; he also hoped that he wouldn’t have to fight with Banzai.
That was always a fun thing, Donald had to admit, but today he just wanted to go home.
“What is it, Ed? Oh … you’ve brought your friends. Well, great to see ya, I better g-“

(Source: 1313webfootwalk)

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makemineacubsandwich:

OOC: … Biene … <42

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Superhyenas! … and wine glasses.

What a great day. 
Donald had visited a flea market today where he had spent many hours, just browsing the stalls - and finally, he had found something he’d been looking for forever: Old wine glasses.
Might sound boring - but to Donald, it wasn’t.
Not that he was much of a wine drinker but he loved the style of those glasses. He wanted to store them in a cabinet, look at them - and maybe drink a glass of wine from time to time. Yeah, that sounded like a great plan.
Nothing could damp his spirits. Nothing.
He was walking down the street to get home when he spotted the hyenas. 
There was something different about them. They were still too far away but he felt that something wasn’t the same though he couldn’t tell what it was; he picked up pace to get home faster. He had paid enough for this glasses - he didn’t want anyone to touch or even see them before they were safe at his home.
Hopefully, they wouldn’t notice him … 

@Darla

wakeupfishy:

Darla was shocked at the amount of hate he had for children, I mean, kids were a million and one times better than ducks. Who needed ducks anyway? Some were cute (though, not in this case) but they served no real purpose in this world except to eat bread. She sneered at him, “We’re brats?! Look who’s talking! You act like a girl AND you sound like one too!”

She smirked at his next comment. She didn’t attack people that much, only when they really deserved it… which was like 98% of the time. Absolutely everything - from giraffes to toys to people - was just so annoying at the best of times.

“WHAT? OF COURSE I DON’T HAVE RABIES! WHY WOULD YOU ASK SUCH A STUPID QUESTION?!” Unperturbed by her sudden outburst, as they happened quite frequently, she rolled her eyes and continued as normal, “Okay I didn’t ask for your life story - I thought anything could get rabies and no offense but you look like you’ve got it!” She cracked her knuckles habitually before sneezing three-times-in-a-row in Donald’s direction. Laughing manically and without giving so much as an apology to him, she carried on walking. To where? She did not know. All she knew was that she wanted an ice cream… a BIG ice cream… with extra sprinkles.

As she walked she suddenly wondered how old the stupid creature was. She didn’t know how long they lived for; it could be two years or one hundred years for all she knew. “So, how old are you? From the way you act I would guess about two but you look as old as my granddad!”

“Saying I have rabies … look at yourself! That hair and that face and …! A girl? WHA-! Let me tramp on your foot and see who’s cryin’ harder!” Donald rolled his eyes.
When she left, he smiled gladly. 
Peace, eventually! But she turned around. She came back; no peace at all. Sigh. 
“Your granddad? So your granddad looks like a duck, interesting.” He snickered at his own joke, but became serious straightaway: “I’m … I will not tell you my age, you, a … a, well, a … brat! You are two years old!” He was running out of arguments though he didn’t care.
“So immature! I’ve meet preschoolers more mature than you! Though … judging by your behaviour, you’re younger than a preschooler! Hah!”
He drew himself up to his full height. “Why don’t you go back to Kindergarten where you belong? Stupid little nag- well, how old are you, Darla? Not any older than five, I suppose …”
He grinned again. Well, he could just leave, but he could as well just spend some time with her arguing - in the end, “I’m gonna win anyway.”
His grin faded. ‘Did I just say that aloud?’ Coughing, he tried to overact it: “Uh, I mean, I’m more mature anyway. Even if I was younger. Which I’m not. I’m not as old as a grandpa. I’m a young duck, I have the perfect age. And you’re just a little child, pshaw.” 

(Source: 1313webfootwalk)

ooc:

Sorry for disappearing for a week. I’m back now. Will continue the open thread now - sorry again.

@Darla

wakeupfishy:

“Serves you right!” Darla said with an air of superiority. “Next time you’ll think twice before messing with me! You’ll get far worse than you did today, trust me – just ask Bessie at school!” She punched his arm lightly to confirm that she wasn’t just all talk with no action. Even though she got just as much as she gave from Donald (well, maybe slightly less) she suspected he was in more pain than she was… in fact the pain from where he pulled her hair had more or less disappeared by now.

There was silence for a few moments, apart from incomprehensible mutterings coming from Donald; she was hoping she wouldn’t have to be the next one to speak. Luckily for her, she wasn’t. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOR A GI-” Her momentary irritation quickly vanished and she hesitantly restrained herself from attacking him again. Continuing in a hushed voice she said, “Self-taught. The kids at school aren’t exactly nice about my braces so I have to be tough.”

She laughed awkwardly, “Anyway… so ya got rabies or something?”

He hissed when she punched his arm. “Don’t touch me. Do. Not. Touch. Me.”
Keeping silent, he observed her. Eventually, he replied, talking slowly.
“I see. So you figured that kids aren’t nice. That’s great and exactly what I think. Good.” Affecting a smile, he added: “There’s still people in this world who expect kids to be nice. Hah, not really. They’re brats. All of them. Most of them are worse than you.”
Reconsidering, Donald corrected: “Though you are kinda bad. But there’s - well, there’s children as bloody bad as you are.” Despite his pain he smirked. “You’re okay I suppose. It’s a plus you’re not attacking me right now.”
He remembered his schooltime and felt the sudden urge to punch something; those memories weren’t exactly great either. He decided to grit his teeth, counting to ten.
“Rabies!” He burst out into a laugh. “I’m a duck! Welll … I don’t know if there’s any danger of rabies for ducks …” He hesitated and thought about it, then simply explained: “I don’t have it, that’s all. … Or do you? That would be - awkward.”
Limping (and unsuspicious as he hoped), he inched a little.

(Source: 1313webfootwalk)