Back to Brazil

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters- all rights go to Disney. I just came up with this particular story.

A/N: Hey guys! Just so y'all know, being that this takes place in Brazil, there is some Portuguese. It's pretty obvious as to what it means, but be warned that I don't personally speak it and used Google Translate for a lot of the words, so it may not be completely accurate. Also, I'm going strictly by Saludos Amigos and The Three Caballeros movie as well as The Three Caballeros Ride Again and The Magnificent Seven (Minus Four) Caballeros comics by Don Rosa. I also used some characters from the Zé Carioca comic book series for plot's sake, but just as a fair warning, they will most likely not be accurate considering these comics are not really available in the US. This also means any plot lines from this particular comic book series won't be relevant here. Keeping that in mind, enjoy!


The sun was shining brightly down upon the city. Mobs of tourists and natives alike were enjoying the weather by relaxing on the beach, getting a bite to eat or something cool and refreshing to drink, and socializing among neighbors. The most beautiful girls were out, rocking their bikinis, and all the men definitely seemed to take interest. The classic game of hard-to-get was in action. It was just an ordinary day in the glorious place called Rio de Janeiro.

"I am so glad you decided to come down to Brazil, Donal'!" José Carioca exclaimed. "It's been quite a long time since your last visit, no?"

"Oh, trust me, I wanted to come down much sooner, but you know I've been really busy," Donald Duck answered, lugging his suitcase through the crowds. The two birds made their way down the city sidewalks, getting many looks-both confused and excited- as they did. José was quite the popular parrot in this area, and of course everyone knew Donald. However, while José was perfectly fine with the staring girls, and never hesitated to smirk or say "¡Olá!" back at the prettier ones, Donald was a little uncomfortable.

"You look stressed," José commented, glancing back at his friend to make sure he was still there.

"I have a girlfriend, Joe!" Donald groaned.

José smirked, "Do not tell me you are not enjoying the attention! We used to love getting all of the meninas, eh Donal'?"

"Yeah, but Daisy's only six thousand miles away..."

José chuckled and winked at a fawner passer-byer. "So, meu amigo, tell me: how's life in the USA going?"

"Good, I-" Donald started to say something, but was stopped when someone almost tripped on his rolling suitcase. The person glared and kept walking the opposite direction. Donald frowned. "Why'd we have to walk? Couldn't we have gotten the taxi to take us all the way from the airport to your place instead of dropping us off way back here?! This is ridiculous! How much longer do we have to go?!"

José shrugged. "Don't you see all the traffic, Donal'? We'd still be stuck all the way back there. Besides, this is way more entertaining!" He laughed to himself as Donald continued to struggle to maneuver his luggage around the people. The duck rolled his eyes and glowered.

Within the next ten minutes, the two finally passed the tourist attractions and got to a more secluded street of various apartment buildings. José walked into the first one at the corner and made his way straight towards the stairs. "It's on the fifth floor. You can drag that thing up that many flights, no?"

Donald blinked. "Five flights?! What about the elevator?!"

José shrugged. "Out of order. That happens fairly often. Desculpe, amigo...eh, need help?"

Donald shook his head and started dragging his large bag through the lobby. The building was pretty empty and...grey. Not nearly as much life on color on the inside as the outside streets did. There were even cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling. "No, Joe, I got it..."

Donald and José walked up the stairs, Donald noticing just how tiny and cramped the place seemed to be. This was the first time Donald had ever been to his flat and he realized it wasn't anything like he'd expected. Then again, with José, he wasn't really sure what he had expected. A fan club of girls in the area waiting outside his apartment, maybe?

"Are you still a singer at those nightclubs?" Donald asked about the third story up.

"Oh, sim! I go to Club Rio a maior parte do tempo," José explained. "Tonight I have off, but tomorrow I shall be there. My show is getting mais e mais popular after our last adventure here. You should come to my show; maybe find a señhorita."

Donald rolled his eyes. "Like I said earlier, I've got a girlfriend, Joe!"

"Who is thousands of miles away and would never know!" José chimed, smirking as he looked at his friend.

"Oh, shut up, Joe!" Donald snapped. He honestly wasn't sure if José was kidding or not.

José chuckled. "And this girlfriend, Daisy...you two are really-what you Americans say- serious?" Donald nodded. "And then your sobrinhos are with whom? Your rich uncle whom you go on all those adventures with?"

"Yeah, they're staying at his mansion for the time being," Donald answered. He heaved his suitcase up to the fifth floor and began to follow José down the hall. "They stay there a lot anyway, so no biggie."

"Right, right..." José nodded. He stopped in front of room 513 suddenly, causing Donald to bump into him.

"This, meu amigo americano, is my flat," José announced, pulling out a key and unlocking the door. He opened it and motioned for Donald to walk in first, followed by him. Donald gazed around the living area.

It was nothing fancy, by any means. The walls were an off-yellow color with a stucco-like texture. There was a three-person couch, a coffee table with a small lamp, and a television. A tiny kitchen connected. There was one hallway with four doors.

"Here, Donal'," José said, motioning for Donald to come down the hallway. "This room-" He opened the first door on the right. "-is the guest bedroom." He pointed to the door directly across the hall. "That is the bathroom. Then down there-" He motioned towards then end of the hall. "-is my room on the left and a closet on the right."

Donald nodded. "Okay."

José smiled. "Fantástico! I'll let you unpack and get comfortable."

José left and Donald, with one big heave, lifted his belongings onto the bed. He looked over to the window to see a nice view of...the next door building. He sighed and went back to his bag, unzipping it and pulling out various belongings. For the first time since before the plane ride, he was able to contact his family from back home.

His nephews had told him to call as soon as he arrived in it was his responsibility, Donald closed the door to his room and dialed for his nephews on the phone on the nightstand. He'd pay José back for the long distance calling fees later.

The other end picked up within the first few rings. "Unca Donald?"

"Hey, Huey," Donald said, sitting on the bed. "Dewey and Louie there, too?"

"Hey, Unca Donald!" two more voices sounded. "We're on speaker phone! How's Rio?"

"Just got here, but so far just as good as the time you boys sent me here without me knowing," Donald said, laying on the bed. He really was tired. A sixteen hour flight could really be exhausting. "How's Duckburg?"

"Same as always. Unca Scrooge is mad about something, but we really don't know what he's talking about half the time," Huey said.

"Well, that figures," Donald said, rolling his eyes. His uncle was a nightmare, sometimes. He had a habit of firing Donald almost weekly, then hiring him the next day to get more use out of him.

"Oh, and Daisy came to visit!" Dewey said. "She's sorta upset, too. Not like at you exactly, but I think she just wants to go to Rio. She said something about the fashion and shopping...all that yucky girl stuff."

Donald sighed. "I would have taken her, but I'm staying with José and she doesn't really know him and he's only got one guest bedroom...look, boys, I'll talk to her about that. If she's desperate...I don't know, maybe she can fly down later. I'll even pay for the ticket." He really wasn't planning on that, but if it got the boys to shut up about it. And even if she insisted, he was the famous Donald Duck, and paying for one plane ticket wasn't a ridiculous request...

The boys ended up blabbing about various things happening in the US for a while, until Donald heard José call his name from the living room. "Oh, boys, I've got to go. I'll, uh, call you later?"

"Bye, Unca Donald!"

Donald hung up and headed towards the living room. There he saw his friend saying something rather quickly in Portuguese to a rather beautiful girl. She said something back with what seemed like a slight edge in her voice, but Donald couldn't really judge. That's when they noticed he had walked in.

"Ah, Donal'! I wanted you to meet my girlfriend, Maria Vaz!" José exclaimed. "Maria, este é o Pato Donal'." He said something else, probably about Donald, to her and she nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh, so you're the famous friend of José?" she said in perfect English-even better than her boyfriend's, looking at Donald up and down. Her pink feathers were slightly ruffled, but it didn't look bad. In fact, she pulled it off quite nicely. Her black hair was in a impeccable bun. her clothes-the few she had on-were quite obviously expensive. She wasn't too bad looking. But...since when had José been one for settling down? He had just talked about having fun with all the girls on their way to his apartment!

"Yup. And you're Maria. I've uh, heard lots about you," Donald said, shaking her hand. Actually, he had heard nothing about her previously. She seemed to realize this.

"Probably not, but whatever. He's busy," she said, shrugging. She sounded pretty calm about not having a loyal boyfriend. "He's a good guy, José."

"Provavelmente no?!" José exclaimed, ignoring the fact that she seemed so nonchalant. "Não é verdade!" Maria said something in Portuguese and the two bantered a moment. They ended up laughing by the end of it, though.

"Well, I just wanted to stop by quickly to see if it was true that you were here and to say hey," Maria said in English, probably so Donald wouldn't feel so left out. "I've got to get going...but I'll be at your show tomorrow!" She kissed José. "Adeus!" With that, she left. Donald looked at his friend curiously.

"So...you have a girlfriend?" he said.

"Well...sim," José said. he sat on the couch, pulling a cigar out of his pocket. He picked up a box of matches from the coffee table and lit it. "You seem surprised."

"You could say that," Donald said. "I mean, it just...doesn't seem like your thing."

José shrugged. "Of course I love all the ladies...but having one that is more important...that is not bad."

"I guess," Donald said. There was a short period of silence. "Well...I'm going to finish unpacking."