Dust swirled along the path at the center of the little town, and all was unnaturally quiet. That is, it was quiet until he rode into town. His duck waddled, which meant that the ride wasn't exactly steady, but hey! It worked, so who cared? Keddly quacked, and he nodded solemnly. Cowboys stereotypically went to bars. However, this town was famous for having its inhabitants head over to a certain fruit stand, rather than a bar. However, what he'd heard about the fruit stand was highly suspicious. Keddly agreed. Keddly, in case you hadn't noticed, was a mobile rubber duck. Or a duck that looked like a rubber duck. Or something.
Keddly then decided that he didn't like the narrator, and sat down in the middle of the road. Luckily, the fruit stand was right there, so no harm done. At least, no harm done until the fruit stand person whipped out a gun and fired. "No! You killed Keddly you jerk!" He whipped out his magnifying glass, then a pipe, then finally his gun. "Say your prayers you disciple of Satan!"
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Someone shook him, and he flew upright and gripped the tails of their bandanna. "HURT KEDDLY AND YOU DIE!" he shrieked.
"Um... dude? Who's Keddly?" Don's face went bright red with embarrassment.
"N-no one," he stammered, backing off.
"Oh no dude, that won't work. Who killed Keddly by the way?"
"The fruit stand guy," muttered Don.
"Who's Keddly, and who were you in the dream? Deadpool?"
"No," said Don, having no idea who Deadpool was. "I was a- a detective cowboy," said Don, looking utterly embarrassed.
"And?"
"Keddly was a mobile rubber duck." Mikey stared at Don for a moment, then burst out laughing. Soon, the orange-masked brother was on the ground, rolling around with tears of mirth rolling down his cheeks.
"Dude! Are you serious?"
"Yes! PLEASE don't tell Raph and Leo!" Don's face had anxiety practically carved into it.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Don should have known that the smile on Mikey's face said otherwise, but he'd just woken up, cut him some slack.
XxXxX
Leo frowned. "Where's Donnie, Mikey?"
"Oh he's up, he was just having a dream."
"Of what?" asked Raph.
"Come closer, grasshopper, and all shall be revealed..."
XxXxX
Don did not like the smirk on Raph's face. "G'mornin Don. Where's Cuddly?"
"Keddly," he corrected automatically. As Mikey burst out laughing again, Raph grinned.
"You were right, Mikey."
"I'LL KILL YOU MIKEY!" Don yelled, grabbing his staff. Mikey screamed and ran.
"Don should really set his alarm next time," said Leo.
"You're tellin' me," said Raph, glad that Mikey had never managed to catch him muttering about HIS dreams. Swishy the goldfish was still safe, thank goodness.