Author's Note: Max Goof, Goofy's son, is in this story. Here, he is a child, like in Goof Troop and Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas.
Apology: I have been procrastinating on writing this story, and I managed to finish all the remaining chapters on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, something was wrong with my flash drive and I couldn't save them to it (I could save them to my hard drive just fine, however). And so, here it is: the rest of my story, long overdue.
Donald lay awake in bed, trying very hard to fall asleep. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch forty winks. He was too freaked out by his previous experience to sleep. He nervously sipped a cup of Mad Hatter Brand Tea, which had been poured into a cup decorated like Chip Potts. As Donald was about to take another sip, he heard the strangest noise. "BOING-OING-OING-OING!" Donald leaped up and let go of his cup. It fell to the floor with a CRASH! as millions of tiny pieces were scattered across the room. Donald scampered to his bed and hid under the covers, shaking. "BOING-OING-OING-OING!" The sound got louder and louder. "Go away!" Donald cried, "Go away and leave me alone!" But the sound did not go away. It kept on going. In fact, it was louder than ever before. "BOING-OING-OING-OING-OING-OING-OING!" Then, without warning, a figure resembling a tiger with a long, springy tail crashed into the room and pounced on Donald. It got off him and bouncing around, singing a strange song. It went like this:
The wonderful thing about Tiggers,
Is Tiggers are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs
Their bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is I'm the only one!
I'm the only one!
"Who are you?" asked an exasperated Donald. "You want to know who I am?" the figure replied, "You want to know my name?" "Yes," Donald said, getting annoyed, "Even so," the figure answered, "It's only manners for me to ask who you are, first!" "Well, I'm Donald Duck" the confused duck replied, "Now just who are you?" "Well, he asked for it!" the figure said to himself, and broke out in song again. "The wonderful thing about..." "You don't need to do that again!" Donald interrupted. "Well, anyways, they call me The Tigger of Christmas Present!" the figure answered, "That's T-I-double "guh"-er..." the figure paused for a moment, and then said "...of Christmas Present! Or Tigger for short." "Tigger?" Donald asked, somewhat flabbergasted. "Yes, Tigger of Christmas Present!" Tigger answered. "What are you gonna' do?" Donald asked, unexcitedly, "Give me presents?" "Heck no!" laughed Tigger, "I'm gonna' show you what's happening now!" Before Donald could answer, Tigger grabbed him by the hand and bounced off, all the way singing.
Tigger came to a stop and let go of Donald. "What's this place?" asked Donald. "Don't ask me," said Tigger, "Just look inside". Donald peered through the window to catch a glimpse of what was going on. He saw several young children dancing. Donald looked up and saw a big white banner. Written on it in big red letters was:
CHARITY BALL TONIGHT!
TICKET MONEY GOES TO A NEEDY CAUSE!
"So why did you take me here?" Donald asked. "Something involving the punch bowl" Tigger pointed out. Donald drew his attention to the punch bowl. There, he saw Huey, Dewey, and Louie drinking punch. "Too bad Uncle Donald had to miss this!" giggled Huey. "The stingy grouch cares about cash more than he does anything else!" yakked Dewey. "I'll bet he's still at that desk, counting his $100 bills!" guffawed Louie. The three ducklings laughed and laughed. Their mother, Della, came over. "How are you, boys?" she asked. "Fine," replied Huey, "Aside from the fact Uncle Donald's missing out on the fun". "Mom, why does Uncle Donald hate the holidays?" asked Louie. "Well," explained Della, "Your uncle just isn't in the holiday spirit. Some people are like that". "Why are they?" Dewey asked. "Nobody really knows," replied Della, "But sometimes, if your spirit is bright and you believe hard enough, Christmas miracles can happen." The triplets hugged their mother and got back to the party. Donald hardly believed his eyes. "Their having fun... without me?" Donald chocked in shock. "Well, it's not so much their fault as it is yours," said Tigger, "After all, you did say you had plans". "Yeah, but I..." But before Donald could say another word, Tigger grabbed his hand again and bounced off, only not quite as fast. During the bounce, Donald could see Panchito and Jose throwing darts at a picture of Donald's face. Tigger came to a stop and presented to Donald a little house. "Where am I?" asked Donald. "This is the home of Goofy, your ex-employee" Tigger explained. Donald noticed Mickey and Minnie Mouse at the front door. Goofy answered the door and let them in. Donald peered inside to get a better look. Mickey and Minnie had brought a tray of deviled eggs. "Thanks, Mickey!" Goofy cried. "Well, we heard times were tough," replied Mickey, "So it only seemed right we help". "I'd do the same for you, Mick" Goofy guffawed. "Hey, Max!" Goofy called to his son, "Dinner!" "Coming!" Max called back, as he trotted down the steps with a cough or two. The group sat down and folded their hands. Donald took off his hat in respect. Goofy repeated a few verses while everyone sat, hands folded. "Amen," he concluded, and opened the pot to reveal the feast. It wasn't a very appetizing meal. Other than the eggs Mickey brought, all they had was one chicken drumstick, two peas, a small heap of mashed potatoes, half a pickle, and one measly spoonful of pudding. However, they dined with sheer delight, as if it were fit for a king. Max coughed once or twice during the meal. "What's wrong with him?" Donald asked the spirit in fear, "A lot," answered Tigger, "And if these shadows remain unchanged, let's just say it'll be T.T.F.N." Donald was horrified. "You mean, Max...?" but before Donald could say anything else, Tigger had disappeared. All that remained were two footprints. The cold December wind blew past his feathers. Donald was more frightened than ever before.