Me: (To readers) Well, we're back again! I hope everyone had a happy Halloween! I'm so sorry yet again about the long delay, but well, my mom's side of the family are Mets fans and so...yeah, I had to watch some games with them. So sad that they lost the World Series! I guess there's always next year though! But the real reason this took so long was because I had something completely different planned for this chapter, but decided to save it for a later time so there was a lot to rewrite!
And I just want to reiterate that since I don't want to post an author's note in the place of a new chapter again since that seems a bit cruel...I'll message all of you who I know read this. But for whatever readers who read this that I don't know about...you guys can always message me for info about an update and I'll explain why the chapter's being delayed. I'm trying hard to fulfill the promise I made this time around, but...unfortunately, stuff comes up. I'm still unemployed and my chapters are usually quite long and thus take longer than most fics in this section. But at least, I'm trying to be consistent this time, right?
So yeah...if I put a date down and the chapter's not up by then, feel free to message me for info or I'll message you if I know you read this. That way I'll still be keeping you guys in the loop! But I'll still try my best to make sure the chapters are up at least close to the dates I list! And as always, Disclaimer: I don't own the Disney characters nor the fic's avatar image and I'm doing this purely for entertainment purposes not for monetary gain. Ok, with that out of the way, I'm thinking of doing something different for the author's note portion this time. I'm doing a Q & A portion for Pete and Donald!
(To Pete and Donald) How do you guys feel about that?
Pete: ...
Donald: ...
Me: Ugh! I'm tired of your stupid vow of silence! GAH! Well, how about this? If you guys don't answer my questions, then I'll just have to make it up for you!
Donald & Pete: (gives her a 'you-wouldn't-dare' look)
Me: I think you know me by now to know the answer to that! Now, my first question is for Donald! A little birdie *coughPhoenixRidecough* told me that your favorite pizza is pineapple & anchovies. Is this true?
Donald: (stiffens)
Me: Come on! To borrow a phrase from Pete, "Do ya do like it or do ya don't like it?"
Pete: Hey! Dat ain't right! What I said ta Mickey dat day he owed me rent money for the House of Mouse was, "Do ya do have it or do ya don't?!" (realizes that he spoke) Oooops!
Me: (triumphantly) Ahaaaaa!
Donald: (glares at Pete)
Pete: (smiles sheepishly) Sorry, pal.
Me: I'm gonna take the silence as a "yes!" (gets sneaky idea) So question #2 for Pete...How madly in love are ya with Donald? Go-to-prom-in-limo-in-love or smexy-mud-wrestling-in-the-hay-in-love? The world wants to know!
Pete: (knows Aggie's just tricking him) -_-
Donald: (gets switchblade) (to Pete) Answer that...and DIE! I CUT YOU!
Pete: O_O;
Me: (smirks)
Donald: Oh no! GAH! I've been double-crossed! (drops switchblade) I can't believe ya made me break my vow! And after we kept for two whole chapters, too! Grrrr...ugh, whatever! (arms crossed and back turned)
Me: Hehehe...well, anyway, since you guys broke it already...Now my real question for Pete is this...who did ya prefer for a neighbor, Donald or Goofy?
Pete: Hey! Dat's still ain't fair! Ya didn't give Quackers a deep question! All's ya asked 'im was what his favorite pizza was! I demand 'equity,' see?!
Me: 'Equity?' Oh...you mean, 'equality?'
Pete: Dat, too!
Me: Sigh! OK, fine! Then, how about this? If ya could only pick one food to hide from Goofy forever lest it be eaten, what would it be?
Pete: Awww...just one? Well...I guess it'd be Peg's soft pretzels! Bah! I never even got ta eat one before dat Goof opened up his vacuum mouth and swallowed 'em! I could just cry!
Me: And the last question for both of you! Now I know I made this fic slightly yaoi/strong friendship oriented, but...how would you guys realistically describe your relationship in your own words?
Donald and Pete: Complicated!
Me: (awkward pause) Details, men!
Donald: I don't know...Frenemies? War buddies? Yeah...I'd probably use those words to describe us. And I guess outside of this fic, I see Pete as kinda like a mix of big brother bully and tough-love parent/authority figure.
Me: Well, Pete? What about you?
Pete: Yeah, I guess I'd use dose, too. I mean...I don't have as big a beef wit the duck like I do wit the mouse. And the Goof's a good friend too sometimes, but most of the time he makes it too easy for me and never knows when I'm gettin' one over on 'im! Haha! Quackers here though, can give as good as he takes! (ruffles the feathers on Donald's head who grumbles) And I have the most in common wit 'im, but I don't think I could ever really love 'im in dat way...at least not seriously!
Donald: Yeah, ya see, Aggie? He doesn't love m-...wait! WHAT?! Whaddya mean "not seriously?!"
Pete: Well...I...uh...
Me: And...we'll continue this discussion later! Kudos to Phoenix Ride again for that bit of info on Donald's favorite pizza and leaving a review! Keep being awesome!
Donald: (takes out wallet to Phoenix Ride) I'll giva ya fifty bucks if ya don't divulge any more info on me!
Me: Hey! You can't bribe my reviewers! Put that away!
Donald: (reluctantly puts away wallet) (whispers to Phoenix Ride) There's more where that came from! Meet me tonight by the old-
Me: DONALD! NO! BAD!
[Song:]"I'm With You" by Avril Lavigne
Chapter 11: Stay…
Pete, Goofy and Mickey had been searching for hours on PJ's computer for any connection between Madame XX and the WWII experimental vials, but couldn't find anything. They tried looking for encrypted files, former aliases, underground criminal organizations, anything at all. But no such luck yet.
"Wow...this is takin' a while, ain't it?" Goofy asked, looking around the room with his short attention span as Pete continued looking up any information he could find online.
"Well, I guess Madame XX and whoever's helpin' her are doin' a great job at covering their tracks. It's almost like they know how to keep their activities quiet!" Mickey replied in awe.
Pete paused at that. He again thought back to his own criminal past. He vaguely remembered some of the criminal circles he used to run in. Most of the crooks he used to partner with like the Beagle Boys were idiots, true, but...there were others who were smart enough to know how to conduct their "business" in such a way that neither the media nor the cops would be able to trace them. Now he just had to remember which one of those crooks could have such a background that would help them cover their tracks? Hmmmm...it's gotta be someone smart. Maybe someone that's been a cop themselves or part of the legal system? Someone who knows how the "good guys" think and how to avoid their "business" makin' the headlines.
Suddenly, the big cat froze again as he remembered someone with just such a background.
"Pete? What's wrong?" Goofy asked, worriedly as Mickey stood by watching with an equally concerned expression.
W-wait a minute. A crook with a legal background? I...I tink I know who's responsible now.
"Sylvester Shyster," Pete said softly, his mind reeling with brief memories of all the years he himself had worked for Shyster as a crook. (1) Stealing, kidnapping and even...attempted murder. Some of their victims even included people who he now considered "friends:" Clarabelle, Horace, Goofy and of course Mickey! He shut his eyes tightly to will away some of those images. No! I'm...I'm NOT dat guy anymore! I may still be a two-bit crook when it comes ta lyin,' stealin' and manipultain' folks, but I AIN'T a murderer! At least...at least, not anymore.
Mickey's and Goofy's eyes widened at the familiar hated name.
"Did...did you just say who we think you said?" Mickey asked, rushing over to Pete and looking over his shoulder to see if his other main adversary was really involved as the cat claimed.
"I didn't put in his info yet, mouse, but I just know dat he's involved somehow! Think about it! He's smart and a lawyer and would know how ta manipulate the system so dat we don't find anythin' about 'em! Dat's how it used ta work for us and why ya neva used ta find anythin' on us until ya caught us in the act!" Pete explained, more and more sure that somehow his old partner was involved in someway. It also explained why this whole thing seemed so familiar ta me!
"Gawrsh, Petey...are ya sure?" Goofy asked, not having heard from Sylvester Shyster in quite a long time.
Pete entered his former partner's information although he didn't expect to find anything too incriminating about him, knowing that Shyster was too smart to let any information about his criminal activities make the media.
"All it says here is dat Shyster was spotted in Mouseton yesterday...and dat's the day when the vials were stolen! And knowin' 'im, he would hire someone else ta do his dirty work! I bet he's the guy dat hired Madame XX!" Pete said.
"I definitely wouldn't put it past 'im!" Mickey agreed, nodding.
"But fellers...Shyster's a lawyer, right? So he wouldn't know how ta use the vials either...r-right?" Goofy asked, actually using his noggin for once.
"Right, Goofy! And that means that there's at least one other crook involved in this whole thing...Probably a scientist or chemist who would know how ta use the vials!" the mouse reasoned, lost in thought with fingers tapping his chin.
"Well, I don't know about you guys but I don't know of any crook like dat," Pete admitted.
"Hmm...we don't know of anyone like that either. Right, Goofy?" Mickey affirmed while the Goof nodded.
"So...what we got so far is that Shyster might be involved, but we got no way to prove it and that there might be another criminal specializing in science or chemistry but we don't even know his or her name. Gee, Pete...I know you're tryin', but that's not much to go on. I mean...what do we do now?" Mickey asked, putting his hands in his shorts and looking at the floor dejectedly.
Pete frowned and replied, "Well, lucky for you, mouse, I got another idea!"
"Wow...another one? Must be a record!" Mickey teased.
The cat glared at him and warned, "Watch it, mouse!"
"Anyways...I tink...dat if ol' Squinty Eyes (2) really is involved in dis...he'll come ta me sooner or later ta join 'im and do his dirty work. I'll pretend ta work for 'im and den tell you guys what his plans are!" Pete suggested.
Mickey and Goofy stood there, nodding. That wasn't a bad plan at all.
"That's a good idea, Pete! And maybe you can find out who else is in on this! In the meantime, me and Goofy will ask Professor Ludwig von Drake if he knows anythin' about the experimental vials and what they do. He might be a little kooky, but he's the only guy I know who has a strong science background ta tell us anythin'. Maybe he can even come up with antidote!" Mickey said hopefully, his tail perking up.
Pete nodded, "Sounds good, Mick!"
"So, I guess that's all for today, huh? We should probably get goin,' Goofy," Mickey said, stretching a bit after spending all those hours hunched over Pete's shoulder.
"Ahyuck! Okie dokie, Mick! But...um...what about Donald? It's gettin' really late! Do ya think he's ok?" the Goof asked, looking concerned again.
Pete and Mickey looked out the window and indeed it was dark out already with the moon and stars shining.
The cat then glanced at the clock which read 11:47pm.
"He shoulda cooled off by now, r-right?" the Goof asked, a bit nervously as he remembered how angry Donald was.
"Maybe...but now unless he comes back...we don't know how ta find 'im! He could be anywhere!" Mickey said, trying to hide the bitterness he felt for Pete. Humph! The big oaf shoulda just listened ta me and we coulda gone after Donald before! Now we don't even know where he is! He's not from around here and could get lost! But then another voice reminded him: Just like YOU shoulda listened ta Goofy when he suggested you talk to Donald and Pete instead of spyin' on 'em. Remember, it's YOUR fault Donald ran off ta begin with!
Mickey sighed and hung his head at the bitter memory of his friend's icy anger and look of betrayal.
"Yeah, we should prolly go after 'im now. It's late and he's not from around here. The Goof and I know the area so we'll go look for 'im," Pete said, implying that Mickey was not welcome to come along.
"N-Now wait a minute, Pete! No matter what just happened between us...Donald is still my best friend and I deserve ta go with you guys and look for 'im!" the mouse said, a bit nervously since he knew he was already treading on thin ice with Pete but still standing his ground because he truly did still care for that stubborn duck and wasn't about to be left behind.
Pete frowned and asked, "Well, what if he sees ya and storms off again?"
"I gave 'im his space already, but I'll try not ta provoke 'im now. I just...I just wanna make sure he's ok," the mouse said softly, still ashamed of himself for the harsh words he said to his best friend.
The big cat sighed and after a moment replied, "Well, I guess ya can wait in the car at least until we know if he's still pissed at ya."
"I guess that's fair," Mickey said, hanging his head.
"But gawrsh, Petey. How are we gonna find Donald now? We don't know where he went and it's dark out!" Goofy said, pointing out the window.
"Hmmm...I tink I gots an idea of where he coulda gone. He's a duck so he prolly went where there's water like a river or lake! And I know where Spoonerville's river is! I go sailin' there all the time in my boat!" Pete said excitedly, ears perking up.
"Alright then, let's go!" Mickey said as Pete and Goofy nodded.
XXXXXXXXX
I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
Alone again on the bench, Donald sighed. It was already quite late, but he still didn't feel like turning back and possibly dealing with Mickey just yet. It was also getting quite cold, but he ignored it.
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
But just then, he noticed bright headlights in the distance that were getting closer and eventually parked near him. It was too dark to recognize the car, but he had a feeling he knew who it was and he got up, ready to bolt to be left alone if necessary.
Pete, Goofy and even Mickey got out of the car and they noticed Donald tense up.
The big cat leaned towards the other two and whispered, "Stay here, guys. Let me talk ta 'im first."
"Pete, he's our best friend. If anythin', we should be the ones goin' over there!" Mickey hissed back.
"Mickey! Look at 'im! Doncha see he's ready ta run away? He doesn't wanna talk ta ya right now! Just…just lemme see if I can calm 'im down, ok?" Pete replied, frowning.
"It's not fair! We're his best friends! Why does he respond better to you than ta us?!" the mouse snapped, obviously frustrated and close to tears.
Pete just stared at him, before taking a deep breath and saying, "I…I can't deal with dis right now! Goof, you deal wit the mouse! I'm talkin' ta Donald." And with that, he walked away from them, toward the duck who was still tense.
"Look, Mick. For whatever reason, Donald seems ta trust Pete. They prolly know secrets about each other from the war and they've gotten closer after the pre-school show we did. We just gotta respect that," Goofy said, trying to get Mickey to finally see reason.
But Mickey just glanced away and crossed his arms, still visibly upset.
Meanwhile, Pete had reached Donald whose feathers were raised and was backing away.
So Pete stopped walking towards him and instead sat on the bench Donald had been sitting on earlier.
"Look, Ducky…I'm not gonna make ya come wit us if ya don't wanna," he said, sadly.
Donald was about to run away, but stopped when he heard that.
"You're…you're not?" he asked, somewhat surprised.
Pete shook his head.
"A course not. But if ya wanna talk, I'm here ta listen."
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
Donald crept closer, almost unsure if he was walking into some sort of trap. After a few moments, he decided to trust Pete and walked back to the bench and sat next to him on the bench.
"They're waiting over there, aren't they?" Donald dejectedly asked, jerking his head in the direction of the car.
"Yeah, but I told 'em dat ya still needed your space so dey won't bother ya if ya don't want 'em to. But…the mouse is gettin' kinda jealous of all the time I'm spendin' wit ya," Pete responded, chuckling a little.
"Really?" Donald asked, beaming a bit, almost hopefully before remembering the harsh words that were said and saying firmly, "Well, tough! It's his own fault! He's the one that didn't trust me first! He can be sooooo annoying some times!"
Pete laughed at that. "Welcome ta my entire life wit the mouse!"
But then he turned more somber and continued, "But…ya know he really does care for ya. Everyone does!"
Donald's eyes widened and his beak hung open in shock.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ya mean you're actually defendin' Mickey! Well, now I've seen everythin'!" he said, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation.
"Hehehe…yeah! I guess it really is the end o' the world, huh?" Pete chuckled before stiffening as he remembered that maybe Donald wouldn't appreciate the subtle reminder of the Duck of Doom.
But Donald just sighed and looked down at his hands.
"That's another thing I gotta worry about, huh? It's just…it's just too much, Pete! Maybe if I run away…far from here…somewhere where Merlock will never find me. It'll be better for everyone-" the drake began before Pete grabbed his shoulders.
"Don't ya ever say dat! What about Daisy? Dat'll break her heart! What about your nephews?! I know their parents abandoned 'em! Are you gonna abandon 'em, too?!"
Before those words even left his mouth, Pete knew it was the wrong thing to say. Donald's sky blue eyes narrowed as he pulled aggressively away and tensed his entire body.
"You're one of the few people who can say that ta me without losing their teeth! Never say that again, Pete!" the duck practically hissed, almost raising a fist.
Pete remained quiet for a few moments as the duck's anger simmered before softly answering, "Beat me up if ya want…but I'm not sorry. Not if gets ya ta stay."
At this, Donald's anger slowly melted into confusion and finally desperation.
It's a damned cold night
Trying to figure out this life
"I…I don't know what ta do, Pete! I know that no matter what I do…someone's gonna get hurt!" he cried as the cat just watched and let him get out all his conflicting emotions.
"What…what would you do if our positions were switched?" Donald asked, softly.
"Ya mean if I was the one who was gonna change into an unstoppable killin' machine?" Pete asked.
Donald nodded.
Pete thought about it for a second and then honestly answered, "I'd prolly give in and enjoy havin' dat much power! But…you…you're different. You've always been better den me."
"Heh...I could be far worse! You know that. You've seen it," the duck almost whispered, glancing away in shame.
But then Pete gently grabbed his face with one hand and made him look at him him again.
"You're right. I've seen dese blue eyes o' yours fill up wit deadly fire, but I've also seen warmth and affection dere."
Donald jerked his face away and and stubbornly tried to keep his back turned to Pete, but the cat took the duck's hands in his own and began stroking his fingers.
"And dese same hands dat you used ta beat me up once,(3) you also used ta hug me with,"(4) the big cat said, affectionately.
Won't you...take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new?
Donald jerked his hands away, blushing before quickly responding a bit angrily, "Well…you did the same thing ta me, too! There were times when you looked like ya wanted ta kill me and other times where we got along! You also tried to beat me up in boxing (5) and…ya even hit me once!"(6)
Pete nodded sadly, knowing how terribly he treated the duck all those years ago.
"I know, Ducky…and I'm sorry. But dat's my point! We've seen the best and worst o' each other! I don't think dere's a side of ya dat I don't know about! And dere's prolly not a side o' me dat you don't know about!" the big cat argued.
Donald just stared hard at the ground. He knew it wasn't true. There were many more sides of him that Pete hadn't yet seen. Pete didn't know about his alter-ego, Paperinik, nor his adventures with his Uncle Scrooge and nephews, and not even some of his more dangerous Army and Navy missions. And he didn't quite know what Pete's life in Spoonerville was like. There was still plenty to learn about each other.
"And I meant what I said before…I'm with ya. Ya don't have to dis alone," Pete said, wrapping an arm around the duck.
I don't know who you are
But I'm…I'm with you
I'm with you…
The duck just smiled half-heartedly, before frowning down at the ground again. He wasn't expecting miracles. Promises were so easily broken. And even the closest of friends…and family can leave you all alone. Didn't the big lug know that?
"Do ya remember dat day we went to donate blood together? (7) Do ya remember what ya told me den?" the cat continued softly.
*Flashback*
I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know?
Pete had filled with dread when he heard about the company blood drive. Of course, not even the Disney company could force their employees to go and donate blood, but he didn't want his co-workers to think he was…(gulp) afraid! So, he took a deep breath and stepped into the nurse's office and looked around, trying to find out where he was supposed to sign in.
His heart beat quicker and his breathing became shallower. Maybe…maybe this was a bad idea? He wasn't ready for this! Who'd want to willingly give away pints of their own blood?! The more he thought about it, the more nervous and faint he felt!
His feline senses could smell the rubbing alcohol and sterilization chemicals as well as the blood itself. He should just turn back now and run away! Save whatever little dignity he had left…There didn't seem to be anyone there anyway, except nameless doctors in almost faceless masks. He'd be all alone…
'Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone
He was about to turn tail and run away until he noticed a very familiar duck in a very familiar sailor-suit who was sitting down in the first of a row of chairs, looking a little nervous himself.
"D-Donald? Dat you?" Pete asked, almost amazed that the little duck had also committed himself to something as intimidating and serious as giving blood.
"Pete? You're givin' blood?!" the little drake echoed, amazed himself that someone he once pegged as 'greedy' and 'selfish' was doing quite a big good deed.
"W-Well, sure! I…I ain't scared or nuthin,' see?! I mean, we've been through worse wit dat war! W-What's a little b-blood compared ta dat?" But Pete had paled and was visibly shaking.
"Relax…I'm nervous, too. I won't tell if you won't," the white drake said with a soft smile.
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
Then, Daisy and Minnie came out in pink nurses' outfits. Daisy was carrying a clipboard and called out his name while Minnie prepared the needle.
Pete stiffened and began shaking further.
It's a damned cold night
Trying to figure out this life
"I…I can't do dis!" he said and was about to turn and run away when Donald stopped him, arms outstretched and blocking his way.
"No, you're not! Come on, Pete. You're not a coward, are ya?" he asked, deliberately teasing the bigger cat.
Pete didn't appreciate being made fun of and growled threateningly, "Hey! Watch it, duck!"
But surprisingly, the duck didn't back down. Instead, he extended a hand and offered a small smile.
"Come on…I'll be with ya. We'll do it together, ok?"
Won't you...take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new?
And in the smallest, most vulnerable voice Donald ever heard Pete use, the cat asked him, "You'll…you'll do it, too? You'll be with me? Ya promise?"
"I'll be right here. Promise," the duck replied, gently.
I don't know who you are
But I'm…I'm with you
I'm with you
Pete took another deep breath and slowly nodded, but he was still so nervous and stiff that Donald had to physically push him (with an annoyed snort) toward the nurses who smiled as they took down his information while he awkwardly saluted them…
*End Flashback*
Donald chuckled, "Yeah, I remember. You were a real scaredy cat!"
Pete glared at him, "Hey! If I remember right, you were scared, too!"
The duck tried to stifle his giggles before nodding, "Yeah…I was."
"But…ya also really helped me out dere, ya know? And I wanna do the same for you, Ducky," Pete admitted.
Donald turned somber again and looked down at the ground. His mind was racing a mile a minute. He wanted to trust Pete. After all, Pete seemed willing to trust him. But he was still afraid of his darker side and what it could do. What if he accidentally hurt Pete…or worse, his family?! Pete would never forgive him…and he'd never forgive himself. It would be better, wouldn't it, to just run away from all this? He survived on the streets on his own before long ago. He could do it again! He didn't need anyone! R-right?
Oh, why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
He stood, his mind made up and was about to walk away and never look back.
But then Pete also stood up and stopped him, arms outstretched and blocking his way.
"Come on, Donald. You're not a coward, are ya?" the cat asked, softly.
The drake flinched, the familiar words taunting him and piercing him to the core.
"This…this is different than the time we donated blood, Pete. This is so much bigger than either of us! And lots of people we both care about could get killed!" the duck said and looked away, sadly.
"I know…But I still ain't lettin' ya do dis alone."
It's a damned cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Then, the cat extended a white-gloved hand and said, "Come on. I'll be with ya. We'll do it together, ok?"
Won't you...take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new?
I don't know who you are
But I'm…I'm with you
I'm with you...
Donald hesitated, almost tearing up at Pete's affection and trust for him.
"Ya promise?" the duck asked in a small, vulnerable voice.
"Promise," the cat swore instantly, hand still outstretched.
Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I'm…I'm with you
I'm with you...
Donald hesitated for just a second longer, giving one last glance towards the woods he was thinking about heading towards, before finally nodding, and taking the large feline's hand.
Pete smiled gratefully and led him toward the car where their other two friends were patiently waiting.
Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I'm…I'm with you
I'm with you…
I'm with you…
Me: Well, then, this was certainly a long one! Wow! And well, I updated my computer, including Pages so now it's harder to tell just how long my chapters are! Ugh! Oh well. I'll get the hang of it…eventually. (eagerly) So now, Pete…what was that you said about Donald? Do ya love him?
Pete: Yeah…but like a kid brother!
Donald: That's not how ya made it sound before!
Pete: Well…I mean, we did kinda flirt in a few cartoons. But it was harmless! It didn't really mean anything!
Donald: WHAT?! When was this?! Where was I?! What cartoons?! I got questions, see?! And I demand answers! (starts shaking Pete)
Me: 'See?' Uh oh…you're rubbing off on him, Pete!
Pete: (getting a little dizzy from the shaking and trying to get Donald off him) Dat's not good! Down, Quacky!
Me: Well…that's all for now! Oh and I almost forgot…since I've been kinda bad with my updates, I'll start putting up a date range instead of an exact date. That way I can give myself enough time to finish my long chapters but still give you guys a fairly accurate window of when you can expect my next update! So, my next update should be between 11/16/15 - 11/19/15! Hopefully, this system will work better! Until next time!
References
1) Sylvester Shyster first appeared in the Walt Disney & Floyd Gottfredson comic, "Mickey Mouse in Death Valley" and as partners with Pete. They would be seen working together in many other comics, including Italian ones. And many people think that Walt Disney's rumored issues with Jews began with this character since his full name was supposedly "Sylvester Shyster the Crooked Jew" and he was given the stereotypical long nose (he's a canine) and was a lawyer.
2) Pete's nickname for Sylvester Shyster in the comics.
3) Mickey Mouse Short "Tapped Out" (2014). Donald brutally beat up World Wrestling Champion Pete for accidentally ruining his nachos although it was really Mickey's fault.
4) Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episode "Mickey's Clubhouse Rocks" (2014). Donald asks Pete if he could join his band and when Pete agrees, Donald thanks him and hugs him! So cute!
5) "Canvas Back Duck" (1953). Pete tricks Donald into boxing him, but due to sheer luck, Donald wins and breaks Pete's glass jaw with a fairly weak punch.
6) "Donald's Charmed Date" (2001). Donald Duck claims not to believe in luck, but starts getting a lot of bad luck. He accidentally hits Pete (who only has a cameo) with a baseball but Pete punches him even after Donald tried apologizing. Bad Pete in this one!
7) The Gambia D1 stamp: "Disney Characters Community Blood Drive." Donald seems to gently hold up/push a nervous, saluting Pete about to give blood with Minnie and Daisy acting as nurses. I suppose seeing them together in such an intimate situation was so rare and surprising that the stamp details even misname Pete as 'Goofy!' But it's not Goofy! It's Pete! He's much wider/bigger than Goofy and doesn't have the dog-like ears or buck teeth. It's a cute, intimate moment with Donald and Pete.