"Well, here we are..." LJ declared as he took in the scenery. "Duckburg, Calisota. Isn't it amazing?" he asked his friends/family.
Suddenly, one of the Pokeballs on his belt popped open, and out emerged a Heracross. "Indeed it is, my friend!" he declared in a heroic tone. "But somewhere out there, somebody needs a hero... And I... Yes, I! AM! THAT! HERO!" he added, striking a dynamic pose on each emphasis.
"It sure is something," Zofia added as she carried her Fennekin, better off known as Fiona. "I'm not sure about this place needing a hero though."
"Guess we better explore," Fiona smirked a bit. "It should be interesting."
"Well, alrighty then," Fishy Joe replied. "Let's get this show a-moving."
They soon walked along to go where they had to go.
"Just remember to keep the Pokemon under control." Zofia reminded the others.
"Sure, sure, no problem." LJ replied as he casually strolled into town.
"Looks like a pretty peaceful little town." Ash commented.
"Yeah, it does," Emi smiled. "Wait up, LJ!"
The group soon ran off happily to go and explore the town up close for themselves.
A paperboy pedaled past a yellow house. "Happy Birthday, Mr. Duck!" he called as he tossed the daily paper.
"No way... Couldn't be..." LJ muttered.
Out of the house emerged Donald Duck, who snagged the paper in mid-air. "Thanks, Mr. Paperboy!" he replied before he went back inside, humming "Happy Birthday" to himself.
"I think it might be." Zofia said to her brother.
Donald soon began to make himself some breakfast.
"I don't think I've seen anyone cheerful on a Friday the 13th other than your guys's mom." Ash said to LJ and Zofia.
"That's just Mom being Mom," LJ replied. "For Donald, bad luck always seems to worm its way into his life."
"Wouldn't someone who has bad luck all the time try to stay away from Friday the 13th then?" Emi then asked.
"It's hard to stay away from your birthday." LJ replied.
"I guess that makes sense." Emi shrugged.
Donald seemed to be having a great day so far, despite the date of course before his telephone rang, so he answered it. "Hello?"
"Happy Birthday, handsome!" A familiar voice greeted.
"Daisy!" Donald beamed as he heard his girlfriend's voice.
"I'm here at the downtown bus station, ready for you to come get me," Daisy's voice told him on the other line. "So we can spend your birthday together!"
"You got it, toots!" Donald beamed.
"Now hurry!" Daisy then told him. "This place is a little sketchy..."
"I'll be right there!" Donald smiled before he hung up and decided to dig into his morning meal. "After a little breakfast!"
Just then, the phone rang again, and Donald picked up. "I'm comin', Daisy!" he exclaimed.
"DONAAAAALD! WHERE ARE YOU?!" boomed a voice on the other line.
"M-M-Mr. Macklemore..." Donald gulped.
"You're late for work... AGAIN!" roared the man.
"B-But it's my birthday..." Donald explained. "I thought I had the day off..."
"DAY OFF?!" roared Mr. Macklemore, looking like flames would shoot from his mouth. "I got a line of shaggy-haired toddlers around the block, and NO barber! Get down here right now, OR YOU'RE FIRED!" he boomed, slamming the phone down.
Donald then hung up, about to get a birthday pancake for himself. The telephone then rang again, prompting Donald to answer it.
"AND ONE MORE THING!" Mr. Macklemore soon added before sounding a bit pleasant. "Happy Birthday." he then added before slamming the phone down to hang up.
Donald soon hung up the phone and blew out his birthday candle before packing up his breakfast and decided to rush out with it, not realizing that his tea kettle was left on and was still hot.
Sadly, Donald never got to eat his breakfast, but he did make it to his workplace in record time. He clipped, cut, and snipped every youngster's hair, but when the last came a-calling, he kept on moving his head out of the way, making it night-impossible for Donald to cut his hair. The group began to watch Donald.
"I feel a little bad for him." Ash said to the others.
"That's kinda the idea," LJ replied. "Nothing ever goes his way, so... Yeah."
"And on his birthday no less," Emi sighed. "You'd think he could get a little break on his birthday."
"I'm afraid that's just how it goes for Donald Duck," Zofia replied. "At least he has his fans like LJ. I think LJ is his #1 fan."
"That explains the marathoning of Donald Duck cartoons, not that I'm complaining." Fishy Joe chuckled.
"Exactly," LJ replied as Donald finally grabbed the kid by his hair and clipped off part of it, causing the boy to end up with a haircut that made him look like a monk.
"MAMA...!" The toddler wailed.
"Ooh, crying for your mama? I'm so scared..." Donald chuckled before he heard booming footsteps.
"Uh-oh..." The group muttered as that looked bad.
The boy's mother soon came over and growled, leaning over Donald in a threatening fashion.
"Uh-oh." Donald gulped to himself.
"TODAY IS SCHOOL PICTURE DAY, YOU HORRIBLE MAN!" The mother growled viciously.
"That's a mother?" Ash muttered to himself.
"Don't worry, I'll fix it!" Donald smiled nervously as he swept up the hair on the floor into a dustpan before deciding to sprinkle it over the top of the boy's head and began to spruce up the hair to make it an acceptable hairstyle. "Ta-da!~"
The boy smiled as his hair was now slicked up and looked almost like Elvis Presley's hair.
"Ooh!~" The mother gushed as she seemed to love it.
"Well, I guess even the universe can throw Donald a bone every now and then." LJ smiled.
"Well, that's good," Zofia sighed. "This was almost too hard to watch."
However, a loose hair seemed to fall onto Donald's beak which began to make him sniffle.
"Oh, no!" The group then panicked for the unlucky duck.
"Ah... Ah... ACHOO!" Donald then sneezed which blew the hair off of the boy's head and straight into his mother's face.
The mother growled from that before she nearly roared like a dinosaur. Mr. Macklemore then leaned over Donald's other side, putting him in a very unfortunate spot. The boy then blew a raspberry at Donald as he was being rough handled by the angry mother and his boss before he was soon kicked right out of the barber shop.
"YOU SNIPPED YOUR LAST WHIPPERSNAPPER! YOU'RE FIRED!" Mr. Macklemore snarled before slamming the door shut. He then came back a few seconds later and gave him one last message. "And Happy Birthday."
"...At least he said Happy Birthday..." Felicity shrugged. "He didn't need to, but at least he was nice enough to do that?"
"That's just insult to injury," LJ sighed. "And it usually means that as bad as things are now... For Donald, they're gonna get worse."
The others winced slightly from that. Donald sighed as he began to walk down the street, passing by a firetruck that raced down the road.
"No..." Zofia whispered in horror as she feared the worst for Donald's day so far.
Eventually, Donald came back home and was in a panic as he saw that his house was on fire. "MY HOUSE!" he then panicked as there was barely anything left.
The firemen gathered around together and began to chop at everything that was still standing, even perfectly good tea sets or a portrait of a couple, or the television.
"My fine china!" Donald cried out over what was getting destroyed. "My parents! Not my TV too! What happened?!"
"Uh, look, Chief," One fireman spoke up to some others. "Someone must've let the tea kettle on the stove!"
The other firefighters then laughed at that like it was a joke. LJ winced visibly at that, as Donald realized that it was his own fault that his home burned down.
"Incoming!" Fishy Joe warned the others.
Everyone went to duck for cover as Donald began to get steamed as he turned bright red with pure rage and anger.
Donald soon snatched an ax. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" he then glared at his tea kettle.
"Happy Birthday... WINK!~" Donald's derpy reflection beamed before winking at him.
Donald quacked and yelled out of anger before he began to chop down at the tea kettle before zipping all around to destroy more of his house as he unleashed his own weapons of mass frustration while the firefighters just stood there.
"It hurts me to see him like this..." LJ sighed. "I mean it really does..."
"I think I know what you mean." Zofia added at that.
"And I thought I got unlucky sometimes." Felicity said to herself.
Suddenly, the telephone rang which seemed to be another disaster just waiting to come raining down upon poor Donald.
"Hello?" One of the firemen answered the phone, taking it out of the ashy rubble. "Hang on, I'll check. Is there a Donald Duck here?!" he then called out.
Donald soon emerged from some smoke, breathing heavily once his name was called. "I'm Donald Duck."
"It's for you." The fireman told him, giving him the phone.
"Hello?" Donald answered patiently.
Daisy was heard on the other line, yammering and shouting as she was clearly upset.
"Maybe it's Audrey Rose." Felicity smirked to herself bashfully.
"Don't kid yourself." LJ shook his head.
Felicity looked bashful from that as she was trying to lighten the mood.
"Daisy!" Donald gulped. "Uh, I'm on my way!"
"DON'T EVEN BOTHER, DONALD!" Daisy huffed on the other line. "YOU ARE TOO LATE!"
"But Daisy!" Donald frowned. "What happened was-"
"YOU ALWAYS GOT EXCUSES, AND I HAVE HAD IT!" Daisy fumed.
"Jeez." Emi muttered from that.
"But Daisy!" Donald pouted.
"NO MORE 'BUT DAISY'S'!" Daisy argued. "CLEARLY YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYONE BUT YOURSELF! WHY DON'T YOU CALL ME WHEN YOU GET YOUR LIFE TOGETHER?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DONALD DUCK!" she then growled before hanging up sharply.
LJ sighed. "I keep saying she's bad for 'im..." he muttered.
"I never knew what to think before, but I see what you mean now." Zofia said to her brother.
Then, the phone burned to ashes and blew away in Donald's hand.
The fire chief gave an impressed whistle. "I been a fireman for 35 years, and I've never seen a burn like that," he remarked. "Well, time to get back home to our intact houses and significant others."
And with that, the firefighters exited the scene, leaving Donald in the wreck that was formerly known as his house.
"Aw..." Donald sighed sadly as he sifted through the dust, pulling out a briefcase, one of his sailor suits, a toothbrush, and a picture of himself with his sister, Della.
"We should go help him." LJ declared.
"Yeah." The others agreed from that before they went to go do just that.
"Mr. Duck?!" Zofia called.
"Oh, what now?" Donald groaned. "Some kids come to ask me for donations and they just swipe my wallet away?"
"Actually, no," Felicity told him. "We're here to help you out."
"Yeah, right," Donald groaned, but to his surprise, the others were actually helping him out before he saw one photograph that was in shambles with his head out, but there was his now ex-girlfriend, so he felt like crying. "Oh, Daisy..."
"She was no good for you anyway," Felicity advised. "You deserve so much better."
"They're right, you know," said a rabbit with long black ears, as he poked his head over the fence. "I remember plenty of times where Daisy kept on dumping you for your cousin Gladstone. You're always loyal to her, but she never stays loyal to you. It's like only YOU understand that relationships are 'give and take', but she only understands the 'take' part."
"Whatever, Oswald..." Donald sighed. "Either come and help me out or just go away."
"We'll help you." The young group decided.
"Thank you." Donald appreciated that deeply.
"I guess I'll help out a little bit," The rabbit shrugged before hopping over. "Oh... Hey, there, kids."
The group greeted the rabbit who seemed to come from nowhere.
Donald sighed, lamenting what little in life he had. "What're the boys gonna say when they come home from summer camp?" he asked before he flopped down. "...Happy Birthday, Donald Duck..."
"WAIT!" shouted a mailman, handing Donald a letter. "Special delivery for Donald Duck!"
"Hey! That's me!" Donald exclaimed, trying to snatch the letter.
"E-yep!" The postman smiled, putting the letter into the mailbox, and whistling as he walked away.
"Well, this should be interesting." Felicity said to the others.
"I just hope that it's good news." Ash replied.
Donald took the letter right out of the envelope and took a look at what it had to say.
"Dear Mr. Duck,
On this blessed event of your birthday, your great-grandfather, Clinton Coot, has left to you a sightable inheritance...
"W-W-What?!" Donald gasped as he stopped there briefly. "An inheritance!"
"Oh, wow," Emi smiled. "Way to go, Mr. Duck."
"Whoa!" Oswald exclaimed. "For once, everything is coming up Donald!"
"Seriously, who are you?" Felicity asked.
"You haven't heard of me?" The rabbit replied. "They call me Oswald the Lucky Rabbit."
"Oh... Well... It's nice to meet you anyway," Felicity gave a small smile. "Are you and Donald friends?"
"Well, we go back a while," Oswald replied. "Actually... My half-brother introduced us. You might know him... His name's Mickey."
"Mickey Mouse?" The group asked.
"Yeah, that's him!" Oswald smiled.
"Anyway, we should go see this inheritance thing the letter mentioned..." LJ suggested.
"I have a good feeling for you, Mr. Duck," Zofia told Donald. "This might be a good thing."
"It would be a nice change of pace for me," Donald sighed a bit before he suddenly whistled. "TAXI!"
And so, a taxi cab zipped right over in front of them.
"Where to, Mac?" The taxi driver asked.
"Take me to..." Donald said as he glanced at the address on the letter. "122 Sheldgoose Square, and step on it!"
"Buckle up!" The taxi driver nodded as he went to drive off that way.
Felicity began to text Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos as they went into town and decided to invite them over to check this out too.
"Kinda thought your friends would be here with us..." LJ stated. "Still, I reckon they could meet up with us in New Quackmore..."
"They had to run a few errands, but they'll catch up with us." Felicity replied.
"Better late than never." Zofia shrugged from that.
The car ride was a bit speedy which was an adventure in enough itself before they passed by the barber shop and some mud splatted onto Mr. Macklemore.
"YOU'RE STILL FIRED!" The boss man snarled.
"Oh, shut up!" The group complained to him.
The car ride zipped all around as they were passing Duckburg on the way to New Quackmore.
Donald got a few chances to admire the scenery before the taxi came to a stop in front of an ornate-looking building.
"Alright... I'm rich!" Donald exclaimed.
"Say! How's about a tip?" asked the taxi driver.
"Okay," Donald replied. "Call your mother some time."
The driver looked angry, but then... he smiled. "Hey! That's a great tip!" he replied, putting in his Bluetooth before calling his mom and driving away.
The group looked at each other before laughing a bit from that. Thunder rumbled and lightning struck in the sky as they came to check out the mansion.
"Oh, boy!" Donald beamed. "This place has everything!"
"Everything! Everything!" An echo responded.
Donald's stomach then growled which also echoed. "I hope there's food." he then said before he went to find the kitchen.
Evie, Carlos, and Mal soon made it after them before Jay went around with a bag as he checked out some relics in the house.
"Really, Jay?" asked Mal. "You're gonna ransack this place? Sometimes I wonder if the word 'shame' even exists in your vocabulary, without the word 'no' placed in front of it."
"I'm just looking." Jay shrugged innocently.
"Riiight..." Evie replied before swiping the bag before looking over. "Hey, Flick."
"Hey, guys." Felicity waved before hitting Jay in his arm.
"Hey! What was that for?" Jay complained as he rubbed his hit arm.
"Cut that out!" Felicity scolded him. "You don't work for your dad anymore, so you don't have to take anything to give to him."
"You were gonna steal from here?!" LJ asked. "Donald Duck inherited this place, so stealing from here is like stealing from HIM, by proxy!"
Jay grinned bashfully. "I guess old habits are hard to break."
"Jay!" The others complained in annoyance.
"All right, all right, I'll stop." Jay then said as he tossed away his bag.
Mal and Evie nodded firmly from that. Donald soon came out of the kitchen with a very big and tall sandwich on his plate.
"Whoa... That's quite a sandwich..." Zofia remarked. "Uncle would probably be rolling in jealousy."
"I'd say so..." LJ replied as Donald sat down with his sandwich tower.
"Phew..." The others sighed that the sandwich stayed intact.
"I'm gonna eat my sandwich~" Donald sang to himself as he got ready to eat.
Someone soon came out from upstairs and came down to see Donald as he looked angered about the duck's company. Luckily for Donald, he was able to down his sandwich with no interruption, unlike his breakfast earlier that day.
"Excuse me?" The goose glared as he spotted Donald in the chair.
"You're excused." Donald smiled as he shoved the plate against the goose before dropping it as he looked relieved and full.
The goose scowled angrily. "Who do you think you are?!" he snapped.
"Your boss," Donald retorted, holding up the letter. "See?"
The goose muttered as he looked over the text using his monocle for a magnifying lens. "Why, you boil-brained buffoon! This is 122 Sheldgoose Square!" he exclaimed.
"I know, I live here!" Donald replied.
"You live next door at 122 and 1/8th!" The goose told him.
Donald checked the letter and saw that it was true. "...Uh-oh..." he realized. "Uh... Hello. I'm Donald Duck!" he replied, trying to shake hands, but accidentally getting ketchup and mustard on his hand.
The goose was fuming by now. "Ooooh! Listen, you common commoner," he spat as he used three $50 bills to wipe his hands. "I am Baron von Sheldgoose, president of the New Quackmore Institute... And you, sirs and misses, are all trespassing on my property!"
"Whoa, just take it easy, man." Jay flinched briefly.
The goose then rang a tiny bell that summoned two bodyguards who resembled giant Rottweilers.
"Now, now, let's try to be civilized here." Zofia said as Donald looked scared to death.
"I believe he just released the hounds on us." Carlos remarked.
"Sure looks like it." Evie replied.
The group was soon grabbed and being forced out the doors by the guards.
"What's the big idea?!" Donald complained.
"Don't forget to write~" The goose chuckled darkly.
The doors soon came open before the group was thrown out the door and bounced down the front steps as they were forced out before Donald's suitcase landed with them.