"You did a good job again, Donald Duck. Yes, you did," the overconfident boy complimented, at his own reflection. He had just finished a movie with his two new friends, José Carioca & Panchito Pistolas. After the film ended, the guys decided that they would go out for a celebratory dinner. So Donald went to his dressing room to freshen up, only to be distracted by his own reflection in the mirror.
"You gotta look good for tonight. Aww shucks. I already look good!" He laughed to himself. He began to adjust his bowtie when, all of a sudden, he heard the door slam, causing him to jolt up. When he turned around to see who it was, he saw José. He slammed the door behind him and barricaded the door with his back like his life depended on it. He was gasping for air as sweat dripped down his horror filled face.
"What the-What are you doing in here!?" Donald shouted.
"Oh. Donald!" The frightened man cried out as he reached out to Donald and held him tightly by his shoulders. "You have to help me! He's gone louco!" Irritated, Donald tries to push him off, but to no avail.
"Who!? Who's gone louco?!" He asked.
" P-Pan-Panchito's gone louco!" José stuttered. Donald was baffled.
"What happened, Jose?" Donald pushed him away again, this time he let go.
"Whe-When you went to go get ready, Panchito wanted to show me a new dance that involved his sombrero. But when he tried to get the sombrero from his head, it was gone!" José wiped some sweat from his forehead and fanned himself with his yellow hat. "The weird part is that it was on his head a second ago and next thing we know, it's gone. Then we heard a loud thud. We turned around and the book to Mexico was closed. So we thought the wind might have blown it into the book. I told him that we can go find his sombrero, but he started to curse and blame it on me!" Jose started to grow red with anger. "He pulled out his pistolas & tried to shoot me! So what did I do!?" He asked. Donald nodded. "I ran away from him as fast as I could. And when I looked back, he was gone." Jose took in some deep breaths, calmed down, and turned back to his original light color. "So I did what any normal guy would do."
"Which is?" Donald asked.
"Ask for an amigo's help." José smiled a cheesy smile at his friend.
"First, you barge in here without knocking. Second, you're telling me to fix a problem that doesn't involve me. And, you put your smelly sweat all over my shirt!" Donald ranted at the green haired man. "Why should I help you?"
"Because amigos help amigos out no matter what!" Desperate for his help, José lunged for Donald's legs and held on to them. "Por Favor! Please help me find his sombrero!" Jose pleaded.
"The answer is n-." His sentence was interrupted by a loud thud that came from the door. Both men let out a small, girly scream and tuned to the door to see the door pulsing violently. Someone was trying to break the door, and out came a gaping hole with an arm extended in it with red sleeves and black gloves. The arm retracted back and a face popped up. It was the tan skin and brown eyes that belonged to only one person they knew.
"Here's Panchito!" The crazed man roared. Scared, José hid behind the irritated Donald. Panchito continued his rampage, punching the door again until the hole was big enough for him to get through. He pulled out his pistols from his gun pouches and shouted, "Your dead meat, José Carioca!" He aimed the pistols at José, not caring if Donald gets mixed in the crossfire.
With anger building up inside him, Donald erupted, "What the freggin freck! You guys come barging in here & get me involved in something I don't want to be a part of! Get out!"
After hearing what the furious boy said, Panchito grinned and pondered this idea, "Alight, I'll leave, but you have to give me the green haired man behind you."
José shrieked, "Donald, you won't let him shoot me, would you?"
Donald said to himself aloud, "Hmm. If I give him José, he'll leave my room and I won't get involve." Donald clapped his hands together and smiled, "Alright, he's all yours." Donald managed to fumble his way out of José's grip and hid in his clothing rack.
"Donald!" José shouted, terrified. Not letting the opportunity o to waste, Panchito aimed his guns at José & placed his finger on the trigger. José tried to protect himself by opening his umbrella as a shield. Panchito pulled the trigger. *Click*. Nothing happened. He tried again a couple more times, but results were the same. Both José and Donald peeked from their "shields" to see what's going on. Frustrated, Panchito put his pistol back in their pouches.
"If I can't use my guns, I'll use my hands!" He proclaimed. He extends his arms & aims for José's neck. To protect himself again, José lifted up Donald's dresser and threw it at Panchito, causing the bloodthirsty redhead to fall back with the dresser on him. Both men watched the dresser, looking for some sign of life. Fearing the worst, they lifted the heavy dresser, threw it out the broken door and found Panchito, lying still.
Jose checked for a pulse on his neck and let out a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, he's just unconscious." Jose states.
"That's just great! What do we do know?" Donald asked.
"Like I said in the beginning, before I almost died!" José exaggerated. "We should find his sombrero."
Donald crossed his arms and pondered, "The answer is no!"
"Bu-But he's not louco anymore, he's unconscious," José asserted.
Donald held to his answer. When he thought all hope was lost, José thought of an idea. "Fine. If our not coming, then I guess me and Panchito will hand with the beach babes all by ourselves."
Donald's eyes lit up. The thought of his Latin friends flirting with beautiful beach babes made him rethink his answer.
"And since you've made your answer very clear, I'll just grab my unconscious friend over here and head off."
José grabbed Panchito's ankles and started to drag him out the door when Donald blurted, "Wait! Y- You didn't let me finish." Donald started to nervously chuckle. "I was going to say, 'no I won't go without bringing the magic serape. You know, to find the sombrero faster."
"Oh. You don't say," José sarcastically remarked. "I'm sorry for misjudging you."
"See, this is what happens when you jump to conclusions, " Donald grinned & José rolled his eyes at the boy.
"So, you're in?" he asked.
"You bet!" The overzealous Donald said, making José chuckle a bit. Donald grabbed a hold of Panchitos under arms and both started to carry the unconscious man to the
"So, what's the plan?"
Jose took a few breaths of his cigar and gave this idea, "I think we should go check out Veracruz first and see where the journey takes us from there."
"Good idea, but don't forget about the beach." Donald added.
"Of course, but what do we do about him?" José asked looking at the redhead. "What if he attacks us again?"
Donald scratched his head and gave another idea, "How about we tie him up?"
Jose shook his head up and down, "Yeah, we can tie him up. Quick, get the rope over there." He pointed behind Donald. When Donald left to get the rope, he had unintentionally drops Panchto's arms, making his head fall on the floor hard. "Donald! Be more gentle!" He shouted, but Donald couldn't hear. Jose whistled for the magic serape to come. When it arrived, he grabbed Panchitos right arm and placed it over his shoulder. Then, he used his free hand to grab a firm hold of his waist, so he doesn't fall over. Jose gently placed Panchito on the vibrant, colored serape and waited for Donald.
"I got the rope!" Donald hollered. Both men tied the unconscious redhead with the long pieces of rope. They tied his arms, his hands and his legs as a precaution. When they finished, Donald began to open the large book and José jumped on the serape next to Panchito.
Donald flipped through the book and found the Veracruz page and proclaimed, "Alright, operation get Panchitos sombrero and hang with beach babes it under way."
José laughed and held his stomach, "That's a very funny name for a mission! Ha-ha. Hilario." Donald laughed too. He hoped on the serape with his amigos and flew to Veracruz.