"Oh Daisy!" called Donald as he entered the courtyard.
"Yes, Donald?"
"Did you hear the news?"
"Yes, I did Donald," she acknowledged. "I'm very proud of how you and Goofy helped Sora defeat the Darkness."
"Well what about dinner then?" asked Donald hopefully. "Let's say, half past seven?"
Daisy shook her head. "I'm sorry Donald," she apologized in a sweet tone, "but I have things to do tonight. I really am sorry." And with that she walked away.
"She hates me, she hates me," thought Donald as he shuffled to his room. "That was just an excuse, I'm sure of it."
"What's up Donald? Why are you looking so down?" cried a familiar voice.
Donald turned his head and could see Goofy wandering up from behind. "Oh nothing," replied Donald untruthfully.
"Y'know," said Goofy, "It can make you feel a whole lot better to tell someone what's troublin' you."
With hesitation, Donald finally spoke, "Oh all right. It's Daisy. No matter what I do, she refuses to notice me." He looked Goofy straight in the eyes, "What should I do?"
"Well for one thing you might wanna change that."
"What!" snapped Donald. "You think I need to change?"
"Geez Donald, I was only tryin' to help," answered Goofy as he turned to amble away.
'Wait!" yelled Donald. "Come back!"
"Okay Donald," agreed Goofy amicably. "Anyway, back to what I was sayin', you might wanna change that waddle of yours, 'cause I know that Daisy is looking for a gentleman."
Ignoring Donald's protests and grumbles he continued, "And maybe your voice, you might wanna change that too."
"Isn't that a bit too much?" enquired Donald, with rage plastered on his face.
"Not if she's worth it. Owp, look at the time. Gotta go, Donald."
Pensive, Donald found his way to his dormitory and sat on his bed. 'Daisy, your worth it," he finally decided. "I'm going to become a real gentleman, just for you."
"Yes, Donald?"
"Did you hear the news?"
"Yes, I did Donald," she acknowledged. "I'm very proud of how you and Goofy helped Sora defeat the Darkness."
"Well what about dinner then?" asked Donald hopefully. "Let's say, half past seven?"
Daisy shook her head. "I'm sorry Donald," she apologized in a sweet tone, "but I have things to do tonight. I really am sorry." And with that she walked away.
"She hates me, she hates me," thought Donald as he shuffled to his room. "That was just an excuse, I'm sure of it."
"What's up Donald? Why are you looking so down?" cried a familiar voice.
Donald turned his head and could see Goofy wandering up from behind. "Oh nothing," replied Donald untruthfully.
"Y'know," said Goofy, "It can make you feel a whole lot better to tell someone what's troublin' you."
With hesitation, Donald finally spoke, "Oh all right. It's Daisy. No matter what I do, she refuses to notice me." He looked Goofy straight in the eyes, "What should I do?"
"Well for one thing you might wanna change that."
"What!" snapped Donald. "You think I need to change?"
"Geez Donald, I was only tryin' to help," answered Goofy as he turned to amble away.
'Wait!" yelled Donald. "Come back!"
"Okay Donald," agreed Goofy amicably. "Anyway, back to what I was sayin', you might wanna change that waddle of yours, 'cause I know that Daisy is looking for a gentleman."
Ignoring Donald's protests and grumbles he continued, "And maybe your voice, you might wanna change that too."
"Isn't that a bit too much?" enquired Donald, with rage plastered on his face.
"Not if she's worth it. Owp, look at the time. Gotta go, Donald."
Pensive, Donald found his way to his dormitory and sat on his bed. 'Daisy, your worth it," he finally decided. "I'm going to become a real gentleman, just for you."