It was 4:15 in the afternoon and there layed Donald duck still sleeping in his bed. His feet stuck out from under the covers while he tossed and turned. "I should be…the leader of…the club." He mumbled as he pulled the cover close to him. Suddenly two figures crept into the room. One of them holding a can of shaving cream and the other, a feather. Donald slept as his hand was dangling off the side of the bed. Psssh! The shaving cream was piled onto his hand. "Do it." The figure whispered. The other man nodded as he started to run the feather on Donald's beak. Donald twitched as he wiped it away with his free hand. Again the feather ran all across his beak and then….SPLAT! Donald shot up as he looked at his hand. "Wha…shaving cream?" He said aloud. Suddenly he looked up to see the two figures staring straight at him. "WAK!" Donald screamed. "It's you guys!"