Hey! I'm back! Thanks to KaliAnn and Average Everyday Sane Psycho for reviewing the last chapter.

See chapter one for the disclaimer and let's crack on!

19/03/2020

The next day I woke with the sense that SOMETHING was going to happen. When I got downstairs it was clear Donald was still pissed at me about Goofy. I mean, c'mon! Sure, I know I messed up, but does that really warrant you not talking to me for ages!?

Apparently it did.

The boys were in a bit of a mood as well, which I suppose I better get used to seeing as they're nearly teenagers. Huey was the main one sulking. Apparently Dewey had looked at the J.W.G without permission [for reasons known only to himself.] and poor Louie was caught in the middle of it. At one point Louie got some sugar and asked – clearly as an afterthought – if anyone wanted some. Both Huey and Dewey immediately said yes, at exactly the same time in that slightly unnerving manner us multiples sometimes do [I can see why people were so freaked out when Don and I did it.] and Louie did a brief impersonation of someone watching a tennis game before practically throwing it at Huey, who took a moment to smirk at his immediate younger brother.

Then it was Dewey's turn to sulk.

After breakfast finally ended I rang Goofy and apologised. I'll be honest, I'm still not sure exactly what the hell I'm apologising FOR – he's the one who wouldn't give me a straight answer! But whatever, I'm a mature adult – I'll get over it.

Anyone, phoning Goofy turned out to be worth it, because he had some great info. It took quite a while to get there though, because he kept going 'H-yuck!' or going of in tangents in the middle of it, so I've cut all that out and just given the bare facts seeing as this thing only has so many pages.

"Della, I've been thinking about what Officer Cabrera said and she put a lot of empathis on talking to friends, right?"

"Right..." I said, wondering where he was going with this.

"So...I hope you don't mind but I rang Mickey."

"Mickey!?" I exclaimed. "Why Mickey!? Mickey doesn't know anything about art! Do you not remember he once told us he thought an oil painting was painted with ACTUAL oil?"

"Well he was young." Goofy said, [16. Not that bloody young.] "And anyway, I didn't want him for that. Mickey knows a lot of people, I thought he might have some idea what Cabrera was talking about."

My heart leapt into my beak as the little bell in my head that goes 'incoming adventure!' every so often started to ring. "And did he?" I asked.

He did! Horace! I had completely forgotten about Horace, but he's one of Mickey's oldest friends - probably the oldest actually now that I think about it - and apparently keen enough on Art to have an entire collection, in which is on of the sister portraits of the one the women stole. Apparently there's five in the collection and they were stored at five different point around the world.

The women has managed to steal them all. There was one in Australia - the first one she stole - one in England, one is South Africa and two in America. And all of them except two - the one in the museum and the one in Australia - were in private homes. And Horace Horsecollar has the last one.

"Do we like Horace or not?" I asked Donald later on.

Donald frowned a little. "He's alright." He said, after a few minutes thought. "I've met worse. The issue with Horace is he's quite self-centred. Not as bad as Gladstone, but up there." He sighed. "Mickey thinks it's all front. But he would. They've been friends forever."

I nodded. Me and Donald made friends with Mickey in middle school and he already knew Horace then. Horace was a few years older than us and met Clarabelle soon after. Horace - I've always got the impression - was a sort of big brother/cousin figure to Mickey and that's part the reason why however annoying Horace gets [and that's very.] he'll never ditch him.

Horace and Clarabelle also have the honour of being the first proper wedding [of friends] that I ever attended. They married at 24 which I remember thinking was very young. I kept expecting to hear they'd divorced, but they're still together 16 years on, so what do I know?

Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that Horace owns a painting that The Women wants. Cabrera has been in contact with him to warn him and together they've hatched some sort of plot. So we're going up there next weekend - officially just to visit Horace and Clarabelle - but unofficially to help. Goofy and Max have decided to sit this one out, but Mickey and Minnie should be there.

I'm SO excited! Once again adventure calls! See you next week, diary!

So yeah. Horace and Clarabelle. I've been looking for a way to include them for ages and this seemed the best way. I've got a few ideas for them. Horace especially I think could be quite fun to write. I need to think it out though, so may be a little while.