Author's Note: * Salutations! I've never written a fan-fiction for anything before but I have been reading them for a good chunk of time. I just wanted to say - no flames, please, but constructive criticism is more than welcome. I also wanted to give a million thanks to Quimby (a.k.a. Cake Eater) for helping me out with this story. I really wouldn't have done it without her encouragement - thanks so much. Oh yeah - I don't own any of the Ducks - Disney does. But Kevin Chiu-Wu is based after a friend of mine - who happens to be named Kevin Chiu (pronounced "Chew"). The story takes place approximately 70 years after D3 and is set in China Town, Montreal. It all goes down in a Crazy Korean Old Man Shop owned by Ken Wu (if you have no idea what I'm talkin' about feel free to ask me or Q). Ken Wu deals marijuana, you will understand why that's important to the story soon enough - and no, I'm NOT on crack! Thanks, and I hope you all enjoy the story. R&R. Oh yeah - read Kevin Chiu-Wu's entire dialog in a crazy Asian old man accent!

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The bells rang as the door closed. "That is our fourth 'customer' in the past hour!" Ken said excitedly. "Kevin, darling, where on Earth did you gain those mad advertisement skills?"

"He he he," giggled Kevin Chiu-Wu, "I have my sources."

"Yeah you do," stammered Ken. He loved it when Kevin giggled like that. That was what made him fall in love with Kevin all those years ago. But sometimes Ken wondered if his life with Kevin was worth giving up all he had worked so hard for in his youth.

But those thoughts were shaken from his mind with the jingling of the door. Ken ran to the storage room to get some more bud and bring it out front. As the door swung behind him, a man with shaggy gray hair and blue eyes entered the store. Ken watched the man saunter from aisle to aisle. There was something so familiar about those eyes.

"Can I help you sir?" questioned Kevin Chiu-Wu as he bowed gracefully.

The customer smiled at the little old Asian man in the cotton-candy pink kimono. "Yes," he answered, "I'm looking for some pain killers *wink*"

"Ah, yes sir. To the counter please," replied Kevin with a bow.

At the end of the "transaction" Ken reached into his back pocket and double toe-looped to the counter, cracking his back as he executed the move.

"Thank you for your business, please come again," Ken said as he held out his card. The man reached out for it and read it to himself:

= Primo Cannabis-Good Weed Indeed =

= Kenneth Wu and Associates =

= China Town, Montreal, Canada =

The man looked up in an astonished manner, "Ken? - Ken Wu? - Wu Wu Wu Kenny Wu?"

A light went off in Ken's head. "Charlie!" Ken exclaimed as he attempted to run around the counter, but ended up hobbling around it instead. "Charlie Conway! I knew you looked familiar!" The two held back tears as they embraced.

Charlie stepped back and looked his old friend up and down. "You look great, Ken. For a crazy old Korean, that is."

"Not so bad yourself *wink wink* ahw!"

Just then, Kevin Chiu-Wu busted out some James Brown. "I feel nice (dadadadadadada) sugar and spice (dadadadadadada) so nice (dada) so nice (da) I got you (babababa) AHW! - I mean...ahhhhhhhhhh, Charlie-san, I have heard so much about you. I cook, I clean, and I sew for Ken. And if anybody touch my Ken I go ninja on dey ass! It is an honor, and privilege, to make your acquaintance." Charlie stared, confused, at Kevin.

"This is my life partner, Kevin," Ken piped in as he strutted over to the sexy old Asian man, the love of his life. "Charlie, it's been so long, almost sixty years."

"Sixty years tomorrow since we all graduated from Eden Hall - well, with the exception of Fulton and Dean, that was a year later. They spent too much time playing kissy-face to study."

"Damn Spazway! You are way to meticulous," he laughed. "So, what have you been up to since you quit the NHL?"

"Well, I coached pee-wee hockey for a while, but then they told me if I didn't coach the Hawks they would fire me, so, I quit." Ken shook his head in disgust.

"Bastards..." muttered Kevin under his breath as he walked into the upstairs apartment to hem Ken's pants.

"No big deal, I guess. Anyway, after that I taught water aerobics to senior citizens. I retired a few months back. It became just too much for these old bones. Damn arthritis - but that's why I came to you, Ken. Well, enough about me, what have you been up to?"

"Well, if you really want to know, and you've got the time to spare, let's head to the basement and smoke a bowl or two."