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Chapter 2, Bad Service
After leaving the open-mouthed store clerks in peasant clothes, Donald and Goofy went back to the carriage. Donald drove again, just wandering around town.
"Hyuk, we sure do look different without all those frilly clothes, don'tcha think, Donald?"
"Sure do, Goofy. And now we can go to the restraints and stores without worrying about being treated differently."
"Where do ya wanna eat?"
"Well, King Mickey always has the good banquet food catered by this restaurant here," said Donald, slowing down in front of a large building.
"Sounds good ta me!" They got out and went inside, telling the greater at the door to take care of the horses.
"Two of your best seats, please," said Donald. The man at the counter looked skeptical, but he nodded and led them to a small table in a dimly lit room. The man left, his nose in the air.
"So whadaya think we should get, Donald?" Goofy asked. He opened up the menu and held it upside down in front of his nose. Donald looked up, blinking.
"Uh, Goofy, that menu's upside down," he informed the dog, trying to be helpful.
"Oh, uh, so it is. I was never good with these things. It's, uh, too dark to read it 'ts'all." Goofy said this a bit too hastily. Donald blinked. There was a candle in the middle of their table; it wasn't that dark.
"Here, let me read it to you," suggested Donald, not wanting to put his friend on the spot. He had always known that Goofy wasn't the most intelligent one in the palace, but he didn't know that his friend couldn't read.
"Sure, thanks, Donald!" Goofy said, interrupting the duck's thoughts. Donald waited for Goofy to hand him the menu. When he didn't move to do so, Donald got up and walked around behind Goofy's chair. He made sure to squint when he read the choices.
"Are you ready to order, sirs?" asked a stuffy-looking waiter.
"Not yet," said Goofy, smiling. Donald smiled meekly.
"Um, just get our drinks to start with," suggested Donald.
"I already did," said the waiter, setting a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table.
"Thanks, but we didn't order-," began Goofy, but the man walked away. Donald continued to read while Goofy poured the drinks. The owner came over, an angry look on his face.
"Your talk is upsetting my customers," he said angrily. "And we have a crowd coming soon. You have to hurry up and order."
Donald didn't like the way that they were being treated and was about to say something when Goofy broke in. "Awe, shucks, don't worry 'bout us. We don't mind a bit of a crowd, right Donald?"
"Goofy, I-," began Donald, but as Goofy set his menu down, he knocked over his glass of untouched wine into the man's white shirt. The owner's eyes widened in anger.
"Woops! Sorry 'bout that," said Goofy. Donald rushed over to get his napkin to wipe the red stain off the man's front, but as he did so, in his haste he knocked the rest of the bottle on Goofy's lap. He quickly righted the empty bottle. "Oh, don't worry," said Goofy, "We didn't really want any wine, anyway." He looked up at the owner and his smile faded.
"Get OUT of my RESTAURANT!" the man yelled. Goofy and Donald jumped, toppling over their chairs as they ran out the door and to their carriage together.
Chapter 2, Bad Service
After leaving the open-mouthed store clerks in peasant clothes, Donald and Goofy went back to the carriage. Donald drove again, just wandering around town.
"Hyuk, we sure do look different without all those frilly clothes, don'tcha think, Donald?"
"Sure do, Goofy. And now we can go to the restraints and stores without worrying about being treated differently."
"Where do ya wanna eat?"
"Well, King Mickey always has the good banquet food catered by this restaurant here," said Donald, slowing down in front of a large building.
"Sounds good ta me!" They got out and went inside, telling the greater at the door to take care of the horses.
"Two of your best seats, please," said Donald. The man at the counter looked skeptical, but he nodded and led them to a small table in a dimly lit room. The man left, his nose in the air.
"So whadaya think we should get, Donald?" Goofy asked. He opened up the menu and held it upside down in front of his nose. Donald looked up, blinking.
"Uh, Goofy, that menu's upside down," he informed the dog, trying to be helpful.
"Oh, uh, so it is. I was never good with these things. It's, uh, too dark to read it 'ts'all." Goofy said this a bit too hastily. Donald blinked. There was a candle in the middle of their table; it wasn't that dark.
"Here, let me read it to you," suggested Donald, not wanting to put his friend on the spot. He had always known that Goofy wasn't the most intelligent one in the palace, but he didn't know that his friend couldn't read.
"Sure, thanks, Donald!" Goofy said, interrupting the duck's thoughts. Donald waited for Goofy to hand him the menu. When he didn't move to do so, Donald got up and walked around behind Goofy's chair. He made sure to squint when he read the choices.
"Are you ready to order, sirs?" asked a stuffy-looking waiter.
"Not yet," said Goofy, smiling. Donald smiled meekly.
"Um, just get our drinks to start with," suggested Donald.
"I already did," said the waiter, setting a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table.
"Thanks, but we didn't order-," began Goofy, but the man walked away. Donald continued to read while Goofy poured the drinks. The owner came over, an angry look on his face.
"Your talk is upsetting my customers," he said angrily. "And we have a crowd coming soon. You have to hurry up and order."
Donald didn't like the way that they were being treated and was about to say something when Goofy broke in. "Awe, shucks, don't worry 'bout us. We don't mind a bit of a crowd, right Donald?"
"Goofy, I-," began Donald, but as Goofy set his menu down, he knocked over his glass of untouched wine into the man's white shirt. The owner's eyes widened in anger.
"Woops! Sorry 'bout that," said Goofy. Donald rushed over to get his napkin to wipe the red stain off the man's front, but as he did so, in his haste he knocked the rest of the bottle on Goofy's lap. He quickly righted the empty bottle. "Oh, don't worry," said Goofy, "We didn't really want any wine, anyway." He looked up at the owner and his smile faded.
"Get OUT of my RESTAURANT!" the man yelled. Goofy and Donald jumped, toppling over their chairs as they ran out the door and to their carriage together.