DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING

Panchito let out a pained squeak when an ice pack was pressed against his sore head. Matt was formidable with a frying pan, that's for sure. José sat beside him and also made a pained noise when Cathy wrapped a bandage around his arm. They were a complete mess right now. After Walker…well, Donald passed out, the entire diner had went on a rampage in his defense. Luckily, Mr. Miller was there to break up the madness and everything was explained.

"Always…*snore*…together…*sigh*…"

Twin smiles appeared on the southern birds' faces as they watched Donald sleep peacefully in his bed. Even though they had nearly been beaten to death, it was all worth it in the end. Their best friend was finally back.

"So how long do you think Walk…er…Donald will be out?" asked Cathy as she put the first aid kit away. She was a little eager to meet Walker's true self. From what she had heard, the two ducks were completely different from each other, like night and day.

"Hopefully not too long. But the Donal' we know is never knocked out for long. I am sure he will wake up soon, and then we will be reunited once again!" José said cheerfully.

The waitress giggled at the two males' enthusiasm. It was wonderful to see them so happy after seeing them so depressed all the time. Her smile grew even larger when Donald mumbled something in his sleep and a small smile appeared on his beak. "Wow, even the way they sleep is different." When Panchito and José gave her a confused look she explained. "Whenever Walker went to sleep he would always whimper and mutter apologies in his sleep. More often than not he experienced a nightmare whenever he slept. We tried asking him what the dreams were about, but he could never remember them, only telling us that he always felt the need to say he was sorry."

Panchito sighed and looked up at José who was staring back with sad eyes. So even when the duck had lost his memories he was still plagued with sadness that he family had accidentally caused. It made sense because no one would be able to completely forget something so traumatic. With his memories now restored maybe the healing could begin and the nightmares would go away.

A few moments later Matt stepped into the room carrying a tray of food for the green and reddish brown birds to snack on while they waited for Donald to awaken. He offered the foreign birds an apologetic smile when he noticed the many bandages they had covering their bodies. He admittedly had something to do with the large bumps that they now sported on the top of their heads. He just couldn't stop himself from whacking them with his trusty frying pan when he saw the little duck fall to the floor.

"Still sleeping, ain't he," Matt said as he handed over the sandwiches and juice to the male birds and sat down in a free chair by the bed. The other three occupants nodded their heads silently as they began munching on their food.

"How's the crowd out there?" asked Cathy.

"They're no longer demanding blood, but they are anxious to hear of Walking Don's condition."

José choked a little on his sandwich at this. "W-Walking Don?" he asked in confusion.

The large chef chuckled at the green one's reaction. "Apparently that's our favorite duck's new nickname. That way everyone can get the best of both worlds."

Panchito laughed loudly at this, already taking a shine to the new name. "I cannot wait for Donal' to hear this! I'm sure he'll get a real kick out of it!"

'That or kick someone for naming him that,' added José silently in his head.

"But what I can't understand is why the little guy's feathers are blue," huffed Matt as he ran his fingers through Donald's blue feathers on his head. "We've scrubbed them down with so many shampoos and cleaners just to make sure he wasn't your missing friend, and no white ones ever showed up. But now that we know that Walker is Donald I wanna know how he turned blue in the first place."

"So far no one has been able to answer that question," mumbled the female.

"Hey, hey no need to get discouraged by something like this. I'm sure we'll find the answer soon enough. Who knows? Maybe Donal' can tell us when he wakes up," suggested Panchito.

Everyone nodded at this and went back to watching Donald sleep. Ten minutes later the waitress and the cook went back to work and Mr. Miller had shown up to see how Donald was doing.

"He still sleeps soundly, Senor Miller. We're not sure when he will wake up."

Miller rubbed his long beard and nodded. He had expected as much. Recovering from mental trauma such as this would always take a lot out of a person. It could possibly take hours for Donald to wake up fully. Despite everyone wanting Donald to wake up soon, it was best for him to get plenty of rest.

"Boys, I gotta ask you something." When the two birds turned to him he continued. "Why did you fellas never give up on him despite the fact that all the evidence was saying he wasn't the one you were looking for? What could've possibly tipped you off that he really was Donald?"

A thoughtful expression slid on the rooster's face as he thought about the question. There was always a deep rooted feeling that resonated in his gut that always convinced him that Walker was indeed Donald. No matter how different Walker was from Donald there was always something there that linked them to one another. When he glanced over to the parrot he could tell that José was thinking the same thing.

"Do you think it had something to do with that incident in Spain all those years back?" Panchito asked.

"I believe so."

Mr. Miller's eyebrows rose at that. "What happened in Spain?"

"One of our pranks went too far," José said with a sigh.

Flashback

"Come on, Donal', we have so many more sights to see and more people to perform for before our plane leaves," shouted José while twirling his favorite umbrella. "We must hurry and get a move on!"

"You guys go on ahead without me," Donald replied. He sat down near a fountain and rubbed his sore webbed feet. All this walking was making him tired. "I'll catch up with you guys later."

"Suit yourself, amigo. But try not to get lost like last time," said Panchito as he and the green parrot quickly disappeared in the crowd.

The white duck scoffed and muttered, "I didn't get lost, I just didn't know where I was at the time." Spinning around so he faced the fountain he dunked his feet into the cool waters. He let out a soft sigh and relaxed even further on the stone ledge of the water fountain.

*Crack*

"Oh no!"

Donald's head snapped to the sound of the noise. A little distance away he saw a young woman kneeling down over several fallen clay vases. Quickly he rushed over to her side and started helping her pick up the fallen objects.

"Thank you so much for your help, little pato," the young woman said as she placed her vases back on her little cart. "But alas, one of them is chipped. No one will ever buy it."

Donald picked up the damaged vase and inspected it. "Aww it doesn't look too bad. In fact, I think the crack gives it a little character." When the woman didn't looked convinced he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money. "I'll tell you what; I'll buy the broken vase. It'll be a nice souvenir to bring back to my nephews."

The lady's face lit up with joy. "Oh thank you, little pato," she said and gently pressed a kiss on his cheek. "But I feel that it is missing something from it." She then turned around and grabbed a bright red rose and placed it in the vase. "Now you have two souvenirs to bring home."

"Wow, thank you!" exclaimed Donald as he took a big whiff of the flower. Never before had he been given a rose from anyone. He still shuddered when he thought of his last attempt at getting a rose by singing to people. That didn't end well. "I'll treasure it forever." He waved goodbye to woman and returned back to his spot on the fountain.

Around ten minutes later Donald saw his two friends approach him with curious looks. No doubt they had seen his new possession. "Hey guys, check out my new vase. I bought it from this nice lady and she threw in a rose for free."

José inspected the flawed pottery. It was very nice vase, but the crack that ran from the lip to the middle was more than a little distracting. "Was this the last vase, or did the rest of them have cracks worse than this?"

Donald shook his head and cradled the vase close to his chest. "No, she had other undamaged vases, I just wanted this one."

"But why?" asked Panchito. He easily slipped the vase out of his friend's hands to look at it more closely. "A regular vase is already at high risk of breaking in your care. This one stands even less of a chance of surviving. And I especially worry for the rose."

"Says you!" Donald exclaimed as he yanked the vase back into his arms. There was a soft crinkle that forced the duck's attention back on the pottery. The crack had grown even larger. Even without having to look up Donald could just feel the looks that his friends had on their faces, that familiar 'I told you so' look. "I can be gentle. I won't let anything happen to them."

The parrot and rooster shared an unconvinced look before nodding. "Good luck, amigo. You will be needing it."

XxX

Donald nervously clutched the vase close to his chest, careful not to cause it anymore harm, but tight enough to keep it from slipping away from his grasp. His friends urged him along as they made their way through the crowd to get to their next destination. No trip to Spain would be complete without competing in the Running of the Bulls; at least that's what Panchito thinks.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Panch?" asked Donald.

"Of course! I live for exciting moments like this!" the rooster exclaimed.

When they finally arrived at their destination, José and Donald found a spot behind the many sturdy looking gates while Panchito stood with the other participants who were ready to run for their lives. The large crowd buzzed excitedly as the ground quaked from the thundering hooves of the bulls that were heading their way, and then the runners took off as fast as they could with the bulls close behind them.

"Go, Panchito, go!" cheered the parrot as he watched his friend dodge the pointy horns of the large beasts. "He is doing much better than the other guys, don't you think, Donal'?"

"I'll say," muttered the duck as he watched several guys get ran over by two large steers. Another was tossed high into the air by another bull. "Good thing we're safe behind these bars."

"What in the world is that rooster doing?!"

Donald stared open mouth at the sight of Panchito riding a bucking bull through the streets. Only his rooster friend would ride a angry bull rather than running away like the others did.

"Oh we must take a picture of this, Donal'!" shouted José with glee. Without waiting for an answer he grabbed his friend's hand and pulled them through the safety bars and onto the main street.

'Do we have to get so close?' the white feathered male thought as they got closer to the action. The crowd around them was cheering wildly at the spectacle.

"Hey amigos!" shouted Panchito. "Do you wish to ride the bull also?"

"We're just here for a photo!" José answered. He then took out a camera and began taking pictures. "Why don't you go join Panchito on the bull, so I can get a picture of the both of you, Donal'?"

Said duck took several steps back. "N-No way am I doing that!" But before he could make it back behind the safety bars a long rope had looped around his waist and had him flying off the ground.

"So glad of you to join me, amigo!" Panchito said with a smug grin as he hoisted the struggling duck aboard the bucking bull. "Now hold on tight and enjoy the ride!"

"I'll get you for this, Panchito!" screamed Donald as he clung to his friend for dear life. The large beast bucked violently at the added weight in order to toss them off. Donald could swear that he was about to be reminded of what he ate for lunch a few hours ago.

"You two are doing wonderful! Keep it up!"

"Wow I've never seen anything like this before!"

"Ole! Ole!"

After a minute of getting spun around the bull finally managed to throw the birds off its back. Donald fell flat on his back while Panchito landed hard on his bum.

"Ooh that was some ride, huh amigo?" the rooster asked with a dizzy grin.

"Yeah…a real hoot…" muttered the duck sarcastically. He slowly pushed himself and stared at the vase and flower in his arms. "But at least my things are okay."

*Snort*

Both males looked up to see the bull they were formally riding glaring down at them. Its angry red eyes darted back and forth between them before falling on Donald, more importantly his single red rose.

"Uh-oh…"

"Run, amigo, run!"

But it appeared to be too late. Before Donald could peel himself fully off the road the bull was already upon him. Without holding back the beast slammed itself head first into the duck's derriere, sending him flying into the air. The crowd gasped in unison as the duck crash landed back unto the earth.

"Ohhh…my aching everything," groaned the white feathered male. He slowly pushed himself and winced when a sharp pain came from his midsection. He gasped. Below him was his clay vase and red rose. Both had been crushed and shattered from the bull attack. Instantly he felt a wave of emotions wash over him, but the strongest one was anger.

"Hey! Look out! That bull is circling back!"

Everyone watched in horror as the mad bull raced towards Donald for the second time, horns at the ready to gore his feathered hide. Some of the spectators covered their eyes while others watched on only to see the white duck make a mad dash towards with a single fist winding up for a punch…

*POW!*

All eyes widened with shock as the five hundred pound bull was sent airborne before crashing through the iron barricades. Cheers and applause soon erupted from the crowd.

"Wow amigo, that was amazing!" Panchito laughed while slapping his friend on the back. "We should do this more often!"

"You two were just incredible!" José exclaimed happily. "I got pictures of the whole thing. I can't wait to show everyone back home. Won't your nephews be proud, Donal'?"

When their friend didn't answer they looked more closely at him. To their surprise Donald's face was contorted with anger, grief, and shock.

"Uh Donal'? Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not alright and you two are the ones to blame!" Donald shouted angrily. He saw his friends jump back from his outburst, but he didn't care. "Every time I'm with you guys I always seem to get hurt! And now my vase and my rose are completely destroyed all because you two didn't listen to me when I said that I didn't want to go on a bull ride!"

Both José and Panchito couldn't believe what they were hearing. Never before had their American friend snapped at them in such a way as this. The two watched as the duck bent down to gather the shards and petals of his clay and rose, noticing that he didn't seem to care that he was cutting his hands in the process. "W-Wait Donal', where are you going?" cried José.

"I'm going back to the hotel and I don't plan on leaving it until this stupid vacation is over!" With that said, he turned and walked away.

"Amigo, please wait!" shouted the rooster before running after his friend and gently grabbing his shoulder, but immediately let go when he saw Donald's tear stricken face.

"You guys are the worst," Donald sniffled softly before walking away again.

End Flashback

Panchito fiddled with his sombrero with a shame written all over his face as he thought of that memory. "That crushed look that was on our little pato's face was the very one that Walker always seemed to wear. So that is why we couldn't shake the feeling that those two were one and the same." He sighed. "Even though that incident helped us to find Donal', I still feel so guilty."

"You and me both," muttered José.

Mr. Miller watched as the rooster and parrot stared at the ground with sadness in their eyes. It must've been pretty rough going through that for all three of them. "So what happened next? I figure that he must've forgiven you two after some time."

"He did eventually. Lucky for us that we managed to find the same girl who gave him the rose and vase. She actually agreed to come back to the hotel with us to deliver new ones personally. It really made Donal' feel better and I guess we learned from that experience where to draw the line with our pranks."

Yeah, so in a way we actually grew closer because of it."

The room fell silent when Donald shifted in his sleep again and frowned a little. He then rolled over on his side and began mumbling something under his breath.

"What do you think Donal' is dreaming about?" asked José, worry painting is words.

"It must not be good if he is fidgeting like that," whispered Panchito. He reached out a hand to soothe the duck, but stopped when a loud scream echoed throughout the room.

"Mr. Miller we need help!" yelled Cathy from the other room.

All three males quickly got up and ran towards the sound of the young woman's voice. When they entered the main part of the diner they let out a gasp of horror at what they saw.

"Well howdy, fellas. I'm back and I brought friends."

END CHAPTER

Oy the chapters near the end are always the hardest to write. Sorry again for the long wait.

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