"Speech therapy and walking lessons eh?" enquired King Mickey, with a tilt of the eyebrows.

"You shouldn't be asking me, check the Universal Yellow Pages," he advised. So Donald did.

"Hello?" quacked Donald. "Etiquette teacher, Jane Porter speaking."

As Donald explained his situation, Jane ummed and ahhed and yessed. After a while Jane spoke, "Each lesson will cost you 100 munnies and."

"100 munnies!" shrieked Donald. "That's daylight robbery!"

"Take it or leave it," urged Jane.

"Take it then," mumbled Donald as the image of Daisy in his arms, floated into his mind.

"OK, lessons start tomorrow at Deep Jungle, 10am. Be there on time."

Through nine torturous months and with 10800 munnies thrown into the project, Donald could finally be described as a decent behaving duck. Yet still not a gentlemanly duck. However, (knowing what Donald is normally like) it was a great improvement so Jane released Donald from the clutches of etiquette school and he was placed back into the midst of the dating game.

Upon reaching Fantasia, Donald strutted confidently towards his sweetheart. Daisy was accompanied by her prominent friend, Queen Minnie.

"Good morning, my lady," he spoke, in an unusual tone.

"My, my Donald," blushed Daisy. "You've changed quite a bit." And she giggled as he proceeded to take her hand and kiss it. "Will you go out with me now?" asked Donald.

"Of course I will!" gasped Daisy. "How could I have ever resisted a hero like yourself?" Donald beamed with pride.

"Let's get married Donald!"

"Um Daisy?" stuttered a confused Donald.

".and have twenty ducklings together and grow old in a small houseboat. What do you say to that?"

Daisy looked around, "Donald?"

Donald was nowhere in sight. He had vanished. At first Daisy frowned and looked upset. But soon she broke into a wide smile. "That my friend, " she confided in Minnie, " is how you get rid of an unwanted man."

"Or in this case," she added, "duck!"

Laughing noisily, they headed inside the main palace building.