Backstory: This was requested by Cici, and is in fact her story. I'll try to give it justice with the summary.

Minnie is an aspiring baker who lives with her older friend Donald since her parents are gone, mom dead and dad mysteriously vanished. One day Minnie fished through her mom's things, hoping to find her mother's recipes and be as good a baker as she was. Instead, Minnie finds a strange book and instead of making Devil's Food Cake, she summons a demon duke! Duke Mickey is a spoiled brat of a demon who loves to eat sweets, and once he tastes what Minnie can make, he not only decides to stay with startled Minnie and angered Donald, but is set on making Minnie his bride.

Things only get worse when Mickey's fiancé, Daisy, shows up to find out just where Mickey has been staying, and winds up falling for Donald. All four heroes have to find their own ways of growing up if they want to be with the ones they love. In this scene, Daisy officially intrudes in their lives.

Onward!


Donald's alarm clocks always had to be the sturdiest things available, for he was prone to breaking them when he tried to turn the alarm off. He never blamed himself for these accidents, though certainly there had to be better methods than slamming a fist down on it. His argument was that nobody liked mornings, and so his early anger was justified. Lately, he felt more justified than ever, and this morning in particular there was no trace of guilt when he destroyed the phone underneath his hand. As his groggy eyes adjusted to the flashing numbers of time, he hoped as he hoped every morning that the past month was just some horrid dream. Wouldn't that have been fantastic?

A month without that bratty demon invading his and Minnie's life, eating them out of house and home, and constantly harassing little Minnie. Yet every morning as he went to make breakfast, he'd find the demon already sitting at his table, in his chair, chewing cakes as Minnie tried to get ready for school. He had a bad feeling this morning would be much the same, which is why he grumbled as he sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He sat there for a good minute, grumbling and growling about the entire state of affairs, and wondering how he'd handle the demon today. So immersed was he in his own problems that he didn't realize something was trailing up and down his arm several times until a voice cleared its throat. He blinked, wondering if he was still in a dream, and looked at who was touching him.

There in his bed, which he knew had only contained him when he went to sleep the previous night, lay the same female duck he had seen at Minnie's school the previous day, only now she was just wearing a thin pink and black frilly nightgown, and her ponytail was now messily drooping on her shoulders. She was halfway under the covers, and happily petting his arm. "You're finally up!" She chirped pleasantly, perhaps ignoring the stunned look on Donald's face. "Now, for breakfast, I'd like eggs, bacon, a stack of pancakes, and do you have any orange juice left?"

Down the hallway, Minnie, in her bedroom, was startled awake by the sudden shrieking of Donald. She scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping in her pajamas, trying to get to her door. She yelled her friend's name, stricken with horror. What could have happened? Was Donald hurt? Was it a burglar? As she entered the hallway, she saw Mickey stumbling out of the guest room without a trace of concern for Donald's well being. He rubbed his nose, and his bat-like wings flapped in irritation. "What's he yellin' about so early in the mornin'?"

"He might be in danger!"Minnie answered, and she took down the hallway to head for Donald's room, Mickey following out of angered curiosity. Minnie thrust open Donald's room, but then froze in place as she saw the scene. Donald, by this time, had jumped out of his bed, and was sticking to a corner of his room, pointing wildly at the woman in his bed. When he saw Minnie and Mickey staring, his flailing only became wilder.

"It's not what it looks like!" Donald was still screaming, his face bright red. "I just woke up in my bed and she was there! I don't know what's going on! Why is she in my bed?" He then addressed the culprit. "Why are you in my bed?"

"That's actually a good question." Mickey yawned, stepping into the room. "What are ya doin' here, Daisy?"

Daisy began to tie her hair back up, nonplussed by all the screaming. "And a good morning to you too, Mickey." Once enough hair was out of the way, Minnie and Donald could clearly make out small horns sticking out of her head. "Besides, isn't it obvious? You're going to marry a mortal, and so am I."

The horns and the use of the word 'mortal' clicked something within the tired Minnie's mind. She blinked hard to make sure she was getting this right. "Wait a minute… are you… another demon?" When Daisy had arrived at their school yesterday, her behavior was slightly off, but Minnie merely thought she was eccentric. She never would have guessed another demon had come to the mortal plane. Frankly, she was still shocked from the first one.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Donald lowered his arm as he tried to put the pieces together in his head. "We didn't summon you, like we did that brat!" He jabbed a thumb towards Mickey, who stuck out his tongue in retaliation. "How did you get up here?" He too hadn't suspected another monster to enter his life. When he had picked up the mice from school, he encountered Daisy for only the briefest of moments, and while she was pretty, he thought nothing of her. He was too busy ranting at raving at Mickey for the troubles he had gotten Minnie into.

Daisy slipped out of bed, and smoothed down her nightgown. "We don't actually need to be summoned to get into the mortal world… we can come and go as we please anytime. I came up here to see why Mickey was in the mortal world for so long." Her eyes then transfixed on Donald, and he felt a hard chill go down his back. "And now I can totally understand." She happily flounced towards Donald, who found he couldn't back up further against the wall. She took his hands, swinging them back and forth. "And so I decided I'm going to stay here too, so I can be with my beloved!"

Donald flimsily tried to yank his hands back. "Are you out of your mind? I barely know you, and there's no way I'm letting more people invade my house!"

Minnie looked to Mickey, worry still set in her face. "Mickey, we can't let her stay here! What will we do?"

Mickey had gone quiet for the time, watching Daisy and Donald. On the one hand, having another demon vanish from the demon world would raise more eyebrows, and make it harder to see his sweetheart. On the other hand, if Donald was distracted by Daisy, it'd mean less chances for Mickey to be interrupted wooing his own darling. That line of reasoning caused him to smirk, his demon fangs sticking out. "I guess we don't have a choice. And she came all this way, it'd be rude ta say no."

"I'm saying no!" Donald snapped, and grabbed Daisy by the shoulders, trying to shove her towards the doorway. "No, no, no! No more demons! We don't even have a place for you to sleep!"

Minnie timidly nodded in agreement, trying to speak up. "He's right, Daisy… we only have one guest room, and Mickey already sleeps there."

Mickey volunteered by raising a hand. "Easy solution. Just let me sleep in Minnie's room and - " The combined glare from both Minnie and Donald promptly shut him up.

"I'll sleep with my darling, of course." Daisy suddenly slipped out of Donald's grasp, and sat on his bed, taking the bed sheets and wrapping herself up in them. "It is what lovers do, after all."

Donald's temper was reaching its peak, and he furiously pointed at the doorway. "Get out of my bed! Gt out, or so help me, I'll…"

Daisy met his threat, looking him right in the eyes. "Or you'll what?" This was also companied by a flutter of eyelashes.

"… Or… or I'll…" The duck stammered, his mind cooling down. It became fairly obvious to everyone in the room for that all the fights he picked with Mickey, he could not bring himself to forcibly harm a woman, even a demonic woman. Mickey's smirk grew even wider at this revelation, and Minnie began mentally counting all of the aspirin she could put alongside Donald's breakfast.

Daisy smiled, letting some of the bedsheets slip past her shoulders. "I can make a few suggestions if you can't think of anything, darling."

Donald sputtered, and nothing that even sounded close to a real word escaped his beak. After a few more spits of frustration, he turned his back to her, and stormed to the doorway, taking Minnie by the hand. "W-w-w-we've wasted too much time! You have to get ready for school!" Minnie glanced back, but didn't object, following her older friend.

Mickey waited until the mortals were out of earshot before walking up to the giggling duck. "So… are ya tryin' ta help me out, or are ya really after the bird-brain?"

"Both." Daisy dangled her legs over the bed. "You know I never wanted us to get engaged, but this is even better! Why didn't you tell me you started living with such a handsome boy?"

"Cause the only handsome boy livin' here is me." Mickey snorted, crossing his arms. "I dunno what ya see in that jerk, but if it means he'll be too busy ta bother me and Mins, I'll support ya."

"He will be busy, I guarantee it!" She giggled, fingers rubbing together as she already imagined the future for her lover. "It'll be wonderful, maybe we'll even have a double wedding! And this can work both ways, you know?" She playfully poked Mickey's nose. "I'll tell Minnie what a catch you are, and you make Donald know just how wonderful I am."

"Demons aint supposed ta be miracle workers." Mickey swatted her hand off of his nose. "But I just worry how ya can handle the mortal world. It aint like the demon world, we aint as important."

"Oh please, I can totally handle it." Daisy slipped off the bed again, standing on her feet. "I managed to survive a day of school, how hard can it be? And it's such a romantic setting too!" She sighed dreamily, letting the bed sheets drop to the floor. "Love letters in lockers, study dates, secret meetings under the bleachers… I'll have Donald proposing to me in days!"

Mickey looked to the empty doorway in thought. "I dunno about that… mortals can be surprisingly stubborn." He was surprised Minnie hadn't submitted to his charms, and refused so many of his advances. The sooner Minnie realized she belonged to him, the better off they'd all be, but she was taking her time in learning that lesson. "We have our work cut out for us."

"Which is why we should work together to get what we want." Daisy held out a hand. "The mortals have a weird saying… you scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours."

Mickey cautiously eyed her hand. Daisy was a good friend, but sometimes she could be an even worse brat than she was, by way of being an airhead. Still, this was an offer he couldn't refuse. Smiling, he took her hand, and shook it. "Welcome to your new home, Daisy."

Off in the kitchen, Minnie and Donald felt another hard chill down their backs.