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A Disney Carol

Unforeseen Warning

It was the day before Christmas and you could find the spirit of it in any town. Everywhere you looked there was at least a touch of Christmas decorations, trees where anyone could see, tinsel around windows, and signs and lights in the shape of snowmen, reindeer and the lovable St. Nick. And of course no matter where you may go, the sounds of carolers singing was always heard. Which just ended up pumping people Christmas spirit even more.

Being that time of the month, snow freely fell from above, honoring the great tradition of a white Christmas as it created random patterns in the air before landing on the large sum of snow already there.

And what would Christmas Eve be without the bringing of people together and the laughter of joy? Yes, as children ran around and played, singing a carol or two, enjoying Christmas Eve without a care in the world, the adults sat near a heat source, shipping on tea or hot coco, relaxing on the sofa or telling their children to cover up, even though they knew it was somewhat pointless for the younger children.

Knowing what tonight would bring, children all over the world seemed to gain energy to spare as the excitement of an old, overweight, bearded fellow to come in his red sleigh and his reindeers, bearing gifts for the good. Many adults seem to enjoy that part a little too much at times, being it's the only few days when a child isn't misbehaving, trying to be on their best behavior for good old St. Nick. Even going to bed early to awake for the next day sooner, or to hope and trick Santa Claus and catch him during the night.

Meanwhile, while waiting for later tonight, many children played in the white snow alongside each other, building snowmen, having snowball fights, making snow angels or even just catching the light fragment of snow in their hands or mouths and watching or feeling it dissolve.

However some kids took full advantage of the snow that cover the streets and footpaths and grabbed out their skis or snowboard and started to sled through the large Town known as Disney Town.

The town even had a festival to help boost the holiday spirit. Yes, nothing could destroy this day, no, villains, Heartless or Nobodies could disturb this feeling of joy and love.

"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, please donate to the poor and ill." An cheerful mouse said, dressed up like the old and lovable Santa Claus. Mickey Mouse and his trusted dog with antlers and a red nose, which he's now calling Pludolph, walked the streets with a money bucket that wasn't even half filled yet.

The small mouse smiled as a young, blue hair women wearing a red dress that stopped just above her knees and showed off her shoulders with a black belt with a silver buckle and red arms warmers, white fur lining them, put twenty dollars into the bucket.

"Thank you." Mickey called after her as she walked off. "Oh and Merry Christmas." The young women smiled back and waved at him.

"Merry Christmas." With that she left. People all over Disney town had sure been generous the past few days. Even though there was barely any money in the bucket right now, the past few days the donations had been at a decent size. Sure, there was still a lot who just walk past without a second thought or gave some excuse if Mickey asked them but at least he knew there was still generous people out there like that young woman.

Hearing sound of footsteps behind him sinking into the snow, Mickey twirl around with another smile and turned to the tall figure.

"Sir, will you please donate to the less fortunate?" Mickey asked a young man with brown hair wearing a black coat and brown pants. The man's hard eyes soften at the little mouse and dog before going through his pockets, searching for something to give to the mouse but after a minute of searching he pulled out his hands, looking glum.

"Sorry, I don't have anything to give." Terra replied, smiling sympathy down at the sadden Mickey. "I wish I could."

"It's ok sir, wish me luck for next time." Mickey responded, putting on a brave face, and becoming optimistic for the next person that came his way.

"Well Pluto it's look like the less fortunate won't be getting much this year." Mickey told his loyal dog/deer as he looked down to the snow, tears starting to build for the less fortunate, Pluto stared at his master before mimicking Mickey's sadden expression.

"A hundred and one, a hundred and two…" Mickey's head shot up from the ground, along with Pluto at the sound of someone passing them, flipping through what seemed like an endless amount of money, hope quickly rebuilding in the two as they looked at each other and back to the figure.

Mickey and Pluto watched the duck, wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt with red flowers, walked straight ahead, not bothering to look where he was going or where he had been. The only thing he did paid attention to was the money that he held in his hands.

Mickey and Pluto's frowns went upside down as they turned to face each other. "Come on Pludolph!" Mickey yelled with new faith as he rushed towards the duck, while dragging Pluto by his leash as the dog sat their dumfounded at the name.

"Excuse me Sir, I mean… Merry Christmas Sir." Mickey greeted nervously as he took off his hat and bowed his head slightly. "Will you please donate to the less fortunate. I'm sure they would appreciate you for helping improve their Christmas." Mickey asked stepping in front of the counting duck, watching him halt in his place in shock as Mickey brought his bucket of money to his face.

Donald Duck, starred questionably at the mouse's smiling, hopeful, pleading face before staring down at the bucket before staring back at Mickey. Now if anyone saw this they would have just laughed at Mickey's attempt. Everyone knew Donald Duck was never the one to throw away money nor was he for one to celebrate a day that he believe was a waste of a holiday.

Registering what was happening Donald clenched his eyes at the mouse, about to explode when a thought came to mind at seeing the hopefulness that filled the mouse eyes. He grinned mischievously at the idea before looking sympathetically at the mouse. "Let me get this straight you're donating for the less fortunate?" He asked getting an nod and a ha from the mouse as Donald pointed at him. "And you're saying whatever I give will go back to them and help their lives?" Mickey nodded his head again, his smile growing larger and larger by the second, while Donald gestured towards himself and then pointed to the mouse once again, before going into a thinking gesture. "Well thaaaannnnn… NO!"

Mickey yelped in surprise, dropping the bucket as he stepped backward a few paces, waving his arms around as he lost his balance and fell on his butt. Laughing and pointing at Mickey's dumbfounded face and hilarious actions, Donald quickly went into a coughing fit before the now devastated mouse.

Thinking that wasn't enough, Donald pocketed his money before making his way over to the mouse, grabbing Mickey from the back of his shirt, lifted him up off the ground and kicked his butt, sending the mouse flying. Afterwards Donald turned to his side and leaned towards the direction Mickey was sent with his hand beside his ear, smiling amusingly as he heard Mickey scream before face blunting with the snow with his bucket of money.

Pluto stared in shock as he watched his master get up out of the snow and onto his knees, gathering what money he could find on the ground. Snapping himself out of shock, he turned around and glared at the now laughing Donald, bearing his fangs as he growled dangerously at the duck.

Donald stopped his laughter and stared at the growling dog, not faze by him at all. "Oh shut up!" Donald ordered waving him off before grapping the surprise dog by the collar and did the same to him as his master.

"Merry Christmas." Donald spat hatefully at the words. "Humbug." He grumbled, making his way to his shop, reading the sign on the door saying Doof and Duck.

"Oh yes Doofenshmirtz, has it already been 5 five years?" He asked, smiling sadly at the thought of his deceased friend. "You robbed the rich and poor, caused mayhem on Third Street and even took over the tri-state area for a short time before being defeated by an unknown hero and died that night." He continue before turning the door knob and pushed it open, stepping inside.

The aging Duck reopened his shut eyes and looked around the small, but reasonably sized, comfy shop. It had a coat and hat rack by the door, two desks for himself and his employee and a fire place, which he noticed his employee was sitting by and not doing his work.

"Hey I paid you to work, not to lounge around!" Donald roared as he walked over to his desk, glaring daggers at his stumbling employee.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Duck, but my whole body felt as if it froze." The aging brunette man replied, tightening his black coat around him, trying to get warm.

"I don't want to hear excuses James, I want to see you working." Mr. Possible quickly snapped into action, rushing away from the fireplace to his desk in a panic, and placed his pen to the paper, quickly returning to his work.

Shaking his head in annoyance, Donald went around his desk and sat in his seat that awaited for his return and started counting his money once again. "Now where was I… Oh yeah, hundred and three, a hundred and four…"

Once and awhile, when doing his work, Mr. Possible gained the confidence to take a peek at his boss, drifting his gaze back and forth from his work back to his boss. Mr. Possible tried to figure out the duck face, trying to read if he was in a good or bad mood, while trying to gather enough confidence to ask the question he was hesitant to ask him.

"Excuse me Mr. Duck… I've work here for several years now… and I always work over time since the day I started…. I was wondering if… if I" The nervousness was clearly heard from the man's tone of voice as he frightenedly asked his question. His nervousness only intensified at the annoyed and bored facial expression the duck held on his face, resting his head on his right hand with his elbow being supported by the desk. Donald was also getting impatient, which again didn't help James Possible as Donald used his left fingers to tap on his desk.

"No you can't have a raise." Donald roared, outraged by the man, cutting him off before he could asked the question, who now sat up straight, leaning a little off his seat away from the duck, waving his hands in defense, sweat beading down his forehead.

"Oh no Sir, I didn't want to ask that… I-I was wo-ndering if I could have to-tomorrow off?… it is Christmas after all."

"Weeeellllll, since you put it that way… NO!" Donald snapped, pretty much jumping over his desk, not bothering to mess around like before. Seeing the saddened James Possible go quietly back to his work, Donald went back to his money.

The temped duck wasn't sure why he had looked up, taking a glance up at his employee, maybe some form of pity or kindness he hadn't shreded away yet, however when he saw the depressing sight in front of him, his face seemed to soften. Trying to hide his moment of weakness, he hardened his face once again and buried himself back into his work. However this only worked for awhile, he soon caught himself occasionally staring back at his employee. He grumbled under his own breath in annoyance as that moment of weakness slowly became a problem. He again returned back to his work, not accepting defeat from whatever was happening to him and tried to ignore the saddened man. Again a moment later, he raised his head and glanced at his employee and didn't know what had started this annoying feeling of his. His thoughts led him to guess it to either because of how depressed the man looked or it could be what he calls a waste of a holiday, was getting the upper hand on him, but whatever the case the white duck sighed in defeat before looking up to his employee once more.

"Fine, you can have the day off tomorrow but you must be back here by Monday." Mr. Possible smiled at this, nodding his head with excitement, while bouncing in his seat. Sometimes Donald wondered if the man was actually a kid in a man's body.

"Thank you Sir, you're very kind." With That James Possible went back to work happy. Donald nodded his head before recounting his money.

James was extremely pleased with this. He never had a day off before and now getting one on Christmas day of all days, he couldn't hold back his joy, especially now since he got to be with his loving family and create new memories with them.


After what seemed like eternity Mr. Possible packed up his things while Donald placed his money in his giant, silver volt, before the two left and closed the store down for the night.

"See you on Monday Sir and Merry Christmas." Mr. Possible said chipperly as he skidded the three steps and ran down the road, waving goodbye to the duck.

"Oh Humbug." Donald replied waving the man off with a frown before making his leave. As Donald walked back home up the hill he watch as kids still played out in the parks and streets, trying to stay out as long as they could before their parents yelled them in. He also watched as carolers sang their songs. Grumbling under his breath how he hated the song, Donald stared upwards hearing the sound of three familiar voices yelling from atop the hill.

His anger rose once again, knowing exactly who were up there. Donald groaned, knowing his nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie were around. Knowing them they weren't up to anything good and he didn't want to put up with their childish and dangerous antics.

Meanwhile up on top of the hill the duck brothers sledded the snow as fast as they could on their skis and snowboard, grinding the gutters or jumping over lumps in the snow and items that been left out. Each one was wearing winter clothing with each one still wearing their signature colours.

"I can't believe it's finally here." Huey, the one wearing red, shouted, looking beside him to see his brothers smiling back at.

"You can say that again, I thought it would never arrive." Louie, the green clad one, replied, just dodging a car door that flung open, ignoring the abusive shouting and the complaints from the man, yelling at him to watch where he was going.

"Yeah and I can't wait for that party at Sora's place later, I can't believed he manage to change his mother's mind." Dewey, the blue one and the only one that was riding on the snowboard, spoke up, jumping over a discarded toy that was on the footpath.

"Well bros this is going to be the greatest Christmas EVERRRRR!" Huey yelled, hitting something hard and solid underneath the snow. Stumbling forward with a yelp and managed to trip his brothers over along with him. The next thing they knew they were rolling down the hill together, becoming a giant snow ball that rolled down the hill on a direct collision course with of course… Donald Duck.

"Stupid holiday." Donald grumbled, not noticing the rolling ball of doom, which was quite amazing since the triplets were screaming their heads off. As Donald raised his head, just now hearing the ruckus, he looked upwards, eyes going as wide as dinner plate at the sight of the snow ball of doom.

Just before it collided, Donald brought his right arm behind his back, his eyes seeming to pop out of their sockets and his face getting even paler, if possible, before quickly out stretching it beside himself, revealing a sign saying MUMMY!

As the ball collided, it exploded in impact, forcing the four ducks flying, all screaming their lungs out while surfing the white wave of snow, before crash landing in four different positions at the bottom of the hill.

Dewey was the first to pull his head out of the snow, being that half his body was covered in it, and looked at the damage, seeing Huey on the hood of a car, Louie managing to land on the footpath and Donald legs swing in the air while his head and upper body was stuck in the snow.

As Huey gained consciousness and sat up shaking his head of the pain, he turned, his gaze turning to his younger and now glaring brothers. "Hehe, my bad." Huey laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile before the three heard rumbling coming from the snow.

"Oh man, Uncle Donald!" The boys cried, quickly springing into action, grabbing Donald's swinging legs and pulling him out. "Are you ok?" Dewey asked concernedly.

"Why you little brats. I aughta…" Donald shouted, rambling on as his face went red and his body started to heat up and melt the ice. The duck brothers actually gave out a small chuckle as they watched their uncle slowly sink back within the snow.

"He's ok." Huey confirmed as the three duck brothers gave each other a look before going to gather their things.

"Hey uncle Donald, we're going to Sora party, do you wanna come?" Louie asked placing his feet back into his skis, stopping his uncle rant.

"Why would I do a thing like that?" Donald questioned, climbing out his self made hole and standing up, glaring at his nephews.

"Because it's Christmas!" Huey said.

"Because it'll be fun." Louie continue.

"Because he's your friend." Dewey answered.

"Oh Humbug." Donald grumble as he dusted himself off and stormed up the hill once more.

"Uh-oh Uncle D is in his 'I hate Christmas' mood again." Dewey told his brothers.

"What should we do?" Louie asked, scratching the back of his head in question while turning to his brothers for advice.

"What any great nephews would do… we go to Sora party and hope he's in a better mode when we come home." Huey replied as the three ducklings smiled at each other before taking off, with the younger two shouting in agreement, behind their older brother.

"Here here!"


"Christmas this and Christmas that, what a bunch of whoee." Donald grumbled as he made his way up his porch and started his search for his key, not realizing that his doorknob changed appearance to an ugly old man.

"Doooooonnnnnaaallllld Duuuuuuccccccck, Dooooooonnnnnnaaaaalllllld Duuuuuuuccccck." The face said in a creepy tone until... "Hey watched where your grabbing me, Ahhh that's my nose."

"Waaaaaah!" Donald screamed, terrified as he took several steps back, throwing his hands everywhere. His face paling, he stared at the doorknob that no longer held his partner's face. "What in tarnation?" Donald questioned, raising an eyebrow before shrugging it off, figuring it was just his imagination.

"I must be tired from all that hard work today." Twisting the doorknob, this time without a spooky voice lingering around, Donald opened the door and walked in. Placing his keys on the table beside the door while closing and locking it behind him, Donald continued on his way up the stairs and entered his bedroom.

Changing out of his Hawaiian shirt into his nice, comfy Pjs, Donald crawling into bed and placed the covers over him.

"Ahhhh much better." Donald told himself, cuddling up to his pillow as he awaited for sleep to come. But unknown to him fate had other plans. With a thump in the dark, the rattling of metal and the cliché spooky "Wwwwwwwwwoooooooooooo." Quickly awoke Donald.

"Waaaara!" Donald jumped in fright, leaping out of his pyjama pants and flying to the ceiling, digging his nails into the ceiling, feathers standing on end as he stared wide eye at the door.

"Doooooonnnnnaaallllld Duuuuuuccccccck, Dooooooonnnnnnaaaaalllllld Duuuuuuuccccck." The man said in his creepy voice once more, Donald noting he sounded like a broken record.

"W-w-who's t-th-there?" He tried to demand, but was too shaken with fear to be threatening, as he continued to hover over his bed.

"Doooooonnnnnaaallllld Duuuuuuccccccck, Dooooooonnnnnnaaaaalllllld Duuuuuuuccccck." The mysterious, spooky voice revealed itself as a pale spirit phased through the door revealing a man with short hair wearing a lab coat, with chains wrapped around him, tying him down to a cannon ball and a Barbie doll. "Dooooonnaallldddd Duuccc…. Wait… sorry, just a minute…. Ah much better" The ghost quickly ruined his creepy moment as he struggle to move with the cannon ball and doll.

"Wait a minute… Doofenshmirtz?" Donald asked, eyeballing the man with a raised eyebrow, dropping from his spot on the ceiling and landed on his butt before getting back up and staring at his old friend once more, questions flooding through his mind. "How are you here? you're dead and why are you talking like that? And why are you hunched over?" Donald questioned, no longer shaking in fear and now with his hands by his hips with his eyes frowning at his partner.

"What? I thought it'll add more effect." Doofenshmirtz replied, breaking the mood. "And I am dead, I came back to give you a warning."

"A warning?" Donald questioned, stumbling onto his backside as his deceased friend pointed his finger at him, fear returning as his feathers stood on end and his body began to tremble.

"Donald Duck, three spirits shall visit you tonight and show you the ways of your crimes and if you don't change you'll end up like me, having these heavy chains on you for all eternity." The ghost warned before stopping in thought. "Actually maybe not like mine, yours is probably going to be heavier than mine seeing all the stuff you have done in the past and how you treated your fellow man plus with this warning, your chains will be twice as heavy as mine, but anyway we're getting off track and you get the drift."

"Wait, three visitors?" Donald question, integrating his question with three fingers.

"Aha." Doofenshmirtz replied simple, showing no concern to his old friend while examining his finger nails.

"No anything but that, Please! OH PLEASE! You know how much I hate guest, unless they're at the counting house and customers, then more the merrier. But anything but visitors." Donald pleaded, going onto his knees, hands together and begging.

"Too late, they're already on their way, so remember to change, or don't, I don't really care. Well see ya Donald" And with that Doofenshmirtz disappeared from sight, leaving a shaken Donald on his knees.

"Visitors… Oooooohhhhhh no!"


Which shows the characters came out of:

Kingdom Hearts: Mickey Mouse, Pluto, Aqua, Terra, Donald Duck, Sora (Mention)

Kim Possible: James Possible

Quack Pack: Huey, Dewey, Louie Duck

Phinease And Ferb: Doofenshmirtz

Recess: Third Street (Mention)