This story takes place at least a month or so after the sequel. Donkey has
moved away to help take care of his kids because Shrek thought they made
too much of a mess to stay at the swamp, but often comes back to visit.
Puss has built a house next door to Shrek's swamp so he can raise a family
with his mate, Fluffy, so he can have some of his own privacy and that
Shrek can be near his "pet". Shrek and Fiona are still living a happily
ever after (even though they're still big smelly, ogres), or so they
thought...
"DONKEY?! What are you doing here?" Shrek screamed after he found Donkey laying on his couch in his living room. Donkey yawned and sat up.
"I just wanted to make sure everything's going alright. Like, the house is clean, Princess Fiona is happy, little Pussy and his sweetheart aren't messing with you, and that you haven't gotten sick again from that onion." Donkey exclaimed.
"For the last time, Donkey, it wasn't the onion that made me sick!" Shrek replied.
"Shrek, it tastes icky, smells really bad, and has layers. What else could make you sick?"
"I haven't figured it out, yet." Shrek told him.
"Maybe it was that so-called 'pet' of yours. He does live next door to you. Maybe he or his honey gave you something." Donkey gasped. "Maybe your allergic!"
"I'm not allergic! He doesn't make me sneeze unless he rubs the feather on his hat against my nose." Shrek said. Princess Fiona came into the room.
"Good morning- wait a minute. DONKEY?! What are you doing here?" Fiona asked after she had noticed Donkey was sitting happily on their couch.
"I came over to make sure everything was running smoothly. I had to slip out early while the kids were still sleeping. Anyway, now that I know, I better get to work."
"You have a job?" Shrek asked Donkey.
"No, my wife wants me to mow the lawn." Donkey paused. "Hmm, maybe I could earn money by mowing peoples' lawns!"
"I wouldn't count on it. Maybe you should start your own talk show; you'd be very good at it." Shrek suggested.
"Hey, that's not a bad idea! I'll think about it. See you later, alligators!" Donkey walked out the door but got stopped by Puss.
"DONKEY?! What are you doing here?"
"Now, how many times have I heard that in the last five minutes? I just came to say 'hi'. I gotta go."
"Well, if Shrek won't let you use his', senor, then you could use our litter box." Puss offered. Everyone stared at him. "Oh, that wasn't what he meant, was it?"
"Well, I'm wasting time here just standing around doing nothing. Audios, amigos!" Donkey ran off.
"Austa la vista, baby!" Puss called after him.
"Yah!" The three heard a whip, hoofs clip-slopping down the road, and carriage wheels rolling along the path.
"So that's what happened to our carriage!" Shrek exclaimed.
"DONKEY?! What are you doing here?" Shrek screamed after he found Donkey laying on his couch in his living room. Donkey yawned and sat up.
"I just wanted to make sure everything's going alright. Like, the house is clean, Princess Fiona is happy, little Pussy and his sweetheart aren't messing with you, and that you haven't gotten sick again from that onion." Donkey exclaimed.
"For the last time, Donkey, it wasn't the onion that made me sick!" Shrek replied.
"Shrek, it tastes icky, smells really bad, and has layers. What else could make you sick?"
"I haven't figured it out, yet." Shrek told him.
"Maybe it was that so-called 'pet' of yours. He does live next door to you. Maybe he or his honey gave you something." Donkey gasped. "Maybe your allergic!"
"I'm not allergic! He doesn't make me sneeze unless he rubs the feather on his hat against my nose." Shrek said. Princess Fiona came into the room.
"Good morning- wait a minute. DONKEY?! What are you doing here?" Fiona asked after she had noticed Donkey was sitting happily on their couch.
"I came over to make sure everything was running smoothly. I had to slip out early while the kids were still sleeping. Anyway, now that I know, I better get to work."
"You have a job?" Shrek asked Donkey.
"No, my wife wants me to mow the lawn." Donkey paused. "Hmm, maybe I could earn money by mowing peoples' lawns!"
"I wouldn't count on it. Maybe you should start your own talk show; you'd be very good at it." Shrek suggested.
"Hey, that's not a bad idea! I'll think about it. See you later, alligators!" Donkey walked out the door but got stopped by Puss.
"DONKEY?! What are you doing here?"
"Now, how many times have I heard that in the last five minutes? I just came to say 'hi'. I gotta go."
"Well, if Shrek won't let you use his', senor, then you could use our litter box." Puss offered. Everyone stared at him. "Oh, that wasn't what he meant, was it?"
"Well, I'm wasting time here just standing around doing nothing. Audios, amigos!" Donkey ran off.
"Austa la vista, baby!" Puss called after him.
"Yah!" The three heard a whip, hoofs clip-slopping down the road, and carriage wheels rolling along the path.
"So that's what happened to our carriage!" Shrek exclaimed.