Our story opens up at Duckburg Park, where we see Donald and Jose having a witty conversation together when they saw Gladstone sitting on a bench.
"Hey cuz, see you brought company." Gladstone said smugly. "Didn't think you could?"
"Gladstone, as if I didn't have enough problems already." Donald glared at his cousin.
"Saludos, Gladstone." Jose waved at the goose.
"So, tell me about that Rio de Janeiro?" Gladstone joined in on the conversation.
"Well, it's filled with tropics, savory cuisine, the samba music, and of course, the Carnaval." Jose explained. "It's our biggest festival of the year. Why do you ask?"
"Because I just won an all expenses trip to Rio for next week and I figured a guy from there could give me a few tips on what to expect." Gladstone smugly said. "Sure you could afford a nice vacation, huh cuz?"
"Yeah, with a goose population being 0.0 percent!" Donald retorted. "And as far away from you as possible!"
"Chill out, Don." Gladstone said. "I'm already meeting Daisy for a nice rendezvous."
"WHAT?!" Donald screamed.
"Yeah, we're gonna go for a dinner at Chez Quackmore and then afterwards go to a chick flick with a lot of make out scenes." Gladstone smirked.
"How can you even afford all those things?" asked Jose.
"I found a wad of hundred dollar bills on the street the other day, I'm pretty sure I got it covered." Gladstone showed off a wad of hundred dollar bills.
Just as Donald was about the put the hurt on the smug goose, there was a honking noise. It was Daisy in her car, waving to Gladstone.
"Sorry cuz, but I gotta get going." Gladstone said as he got into the car with Daisy and drove off.
"Now, now Donald, perhaps it's just a pity date and Daisy doesn't want to go out with Gladstone..." Jose tried to massage Donald's shoulders.
"I've had it with Gladstone!" Donald threw his hat on the ground. "He's always getting everything and now he's stealing my girl! If I ever see that smug little rat again..."
Donald got angry and kicked a trash can down really hard.
"Aha! Litterbug!" A cop came and wrote down a ticket. "You'd better pray this will be your last ticket, cause the next time I see you kicking public property, it's to the slammer for you!"
The cop slammed a ticket in Donald's face.
"If I had Gladstone's luck, everything would go my way all the time." Donald grumbled.
"Well, if Gladstone is lucky, we should try getting it." said Jose. "Maybe Professor Von Drake can help us."
The boys went down to Professor Von Drake's lab and talked to him about their situation.
"Ah, I see..." He said. "So, you want a piece of Gladstone's luck?"
"That's what I said, Professor." Donald nodded.
"Well, if you ask me, luck is nothing but a load of baloney." said Ludwig. "However, I have reason to believe that this 'luck' may come from some supernatural gene that runs on his side of the family. All I need to do is a sample of his DNA and I might have something that will transfer his luck into you."
"We're right on it, Professor!" Jose saluted. "Let's go, Donald!"
Jose grabbed Donald's arm and they ran out the door to find Gladstone.
Over at Chez Quackmore, Gladstone and Daisy we're enjoying a fancy lobster dinner together.
"Thanks for taking me out to dinner, Gladstone." Daisy said. "But these prices are awfully expensive. Are you sure you can pay?"
"Sure I can, I was the millionth customer here, so you and I can eat here for free for an entire year." Gladstone smirked.
Little did they know, that Donald and Jose were spying on them from outside the bistro.
"Look at him!" Donald growled. "Putting the moves on my woman and giving her that fancy schmancy dinner!"
"Do not worry, amigo." Jose assured him. "We will get his DNA sample and your luck will change."
Disguising themselves as waiters, Donald and Jose infiltrated the bistro and went to take Gladstone and Daisy's order.
"Bonjour, mom ami." Donald said in a fake French accent. "Would you like to order the numb-numbs now?"
"Of course my good man, I will have the steak." Gladstone said.
"And what about you, mademoiselle?" Donald asked Daisy.
"I will be having the lobster." Daisy said.
"You know, you look kinda familiar, do I know you from somewhere?" Gladstone asked Donald.
"Mai...nope." Donald gulped.
"No, you look just like my Cousin Donald." Gladstone said. "He may be my cousin, he's nothing like me. He's unlucky and can't even afford the gum underneath the seats in this joint."
As Gladstone kept rambling and gloating, Donald started fuming up, while Jose tried to get his feather sample.
"...and don't get me started on his voice." Gladstone laughed. "I mean, come on. Who could understand that? I know he's a duck and all, but seriously-"
"Alright! Listen you!" Donald grabbed Gladstone by the neck.
"Thank you for your time, senor, but we'd better be going!" Jose grabbed Donald and stopped him from strangling his cousin.
"Lemme at him! Lemme at him!" Donald tried to get back to letting out his anger.
"It's okay Donald, I got the sample." Jose showed one of Gladstone's feathers. "You're luck is going to change."
"Hey, I didn't finish ordering." Daisy said as she saw Donald and Jose leave.
The duo went back to Professor Von Drake's lab and gave him the sample. He began the process of converting Gladstone's feather into some sort of potion. While that was occurring, Donald and Jose waited on a bench.
"So...seen any good movies lately?" Donald asked awkwardly.
Jose thought for a bit. "Last weekend, I saw-"
"Boys! I'm done!" Professor Von Drake came out with a vial. "This vial contains Extract of Luck. You will drink it and become as lucky as Gladstone."
"Does it work?" asked Donald.
"One way to find out." Ludwig chugged the bottle down Donald's throat.
"So, how do you feel?" asked Jose.
"I don't feel any different." Donald shook his head. "Do I look any different?"
"You look the same to me." Jose shrugged.
"Well that was a waste of time." Donald grumbled.
Just as Donald was about to leave, his foot stepped on something.
"Ooh, twenty dollars!" He said as he looked at the bottom of his foot and took off the bill. "Hey! Wait a minute..."
"It works! It works! My potion works!" Professor Von Drake danced. "Donald Duck is now the luckiest duck in the world!"
"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" Donald cheered. "It's the good life for me! Who gets stuck with all the good luck? No one, but Donald Duck!"
Over the next three days, Donald had begun experiencing all the luck that a duck could have such as finding twenty dollars at his feet, getting a year of free food from a fancy restaurant, winning a shopping spree, and even not being cranky in the morning.
But that all changed the very next day when Daisy arrived for their date.
"Oh Donald..." She said. "I'm ready to go!"
"Coming toots!" He said as he went downstairs.
As soon as Donald got downstairs, Daisy saw something was different about Donald.
"D-D-D-Donald?" She stuttered.
"What is it, Daisy?" asked Donald.
Daisy reached into her purse and opened up her compact mirror.
"Aaahhh!!!" He screamed as he saw his reflection.
Back at Professor Von Drake's lab, the nutty professor was finishing up his latest concoction.
"Aah..." He tasted it. "Nothing like a little noodle soup to help you come up with a new invention."
Just then, the lab door opened up to reveal Donald in his new condition.
"Whoa! Gladstone, what happened to you?"
"Gladstone? I'm not Gladstone!" Donald yelled.
"Great Scott!" Von Drake exclaimed. "Donald? Is that you?"
"Yeah! What happened to me?!" Donald demanded.
"Ooh, did I forget to mention that the effects of the potion will cause said subject to change into the person I extracted the luck from?" asked the professor.
"No!" Donald said bluntly.
"Oh..." said the professor. "Oh well, I can whip another batch that will change you back to normal. I will just need a sample of your DNA. Of course, that will mean no more luck for you."
"I don't care!" Donald said. "I'd rather be unlucky than look like that idiot, Gladstone anytime!"
In no time at all, Donald was back to his old self again.
"Well Donald, it seems you won't be getting lucky anytime soon." said Jose.
"Actually, I'm kinda glad I don't have Gladstone's luck anymore." Donald said. "I want my own luck. Not the same one as that palooka cousin of mine."
"Too bad." Jose joked. "That look was an improvement on you."
Donald nodded. "Yeah, I guess it-Hey!"
THE END!
Author's Note:
Well folks, I guess Donald is better off trying to win instead of having things handed to him. Or is it wanting instead of having? Either way, he's gonna keep going on. Stay tuned for more adventures!