A Disney Duck Fanfic:
Instead of being purely based on one entity, this story takes background from Classic Donald Duck cartoons, Ducktales, and Darkwing Duck
Note: Hello! We all know that Disney owns these characters right? Except for Ronnie, Lisa, Melanie and her father Gregory (Who's not in this story but has been mentioned...) which, I, Stef own. Either way, neither Brad nor I are getting any profit. Get it? Got it? Good. Okay. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 19
Written By: Stef With an F
Bella smiling ear to ear. In her hand, she was holding the little poem she wrote last night.
"Please Launchpad, do be home," she whispered to herself. She went to grab the phone. She knew that a singing telegram would be expensive, but she knew in her heart it would be worth it. She just had to tell Launchpad how much she loved him and how much she missed him.
Bella smiled, and started to dial the number she got from the front desk.
"Mommy? Who are you calling?" asked Melanie, who just woke up.
"I'm calling a Singing Telegram place to give a message to Launchpad," Bella informed her daughter.
"Yay!" Melanie said jumping up and down. "I hear Mickey Mouse does those! Can you get Mickey Mouse to give Launchpad the message? Or maybe Bubba. Yeah!"
Bella laughed.
"Slow down. I guess you want to give Launchpad a message too, maybe to Ronnie and Lisa?"
Melanie put her finger to her nose, as if she was pondering that suggestion.
"Yes," Melanie answered. "Ummm"
Bella smiled. "Well, better hurry up. I want to send this soon."
"Well, I need to get a pen and some paper."
Bella opened one of the draws in the near by end table and handed Melanie the notepad.
"Not too long," Bella instructed. "I can't spend too much money."
Melanie nodded.
"Umm."
Dear Ronnie and Lisa,
How are you? I'm in Rio. I miss you. And tell Launchpad that he has to Marry my Mom, okay?
Love you!
Melanie
Melanie folded the piece of notepad paper and handed the paper to her mother.
"Okay here, no peaking," Melanie informed.
Bella placed her hands on her hips. "Well, I have to see it to tell the operator what to put in the telegram!"
Melanie placed her hands on her hips as well.
"Well, I'll change it then, give it back to me," Melanie demanded.
"Shh, I'm already dialing. I will just add that you say, hello," Bella informed as she started to dial the phone. "Go get dressed."
"Okay!" Melanie added, before momentarily vanishing into the next room.
Launchpad, who was, tending to Ronnie and Lisa for the day, was in town sidewalk shopping for Bella's special gift. From what he saw last night Bella's mysterious companion was extremely interested in Bella. He couldn't tell if Bella shared those feelings, but she most definitely was having a blast.
"Are we going to shop all day?" Lisa asked, crossing her arms. "I'm bored."
"I want to go play with Melanie," Ronnie added. "Hey!"
"Oh no you don't Ronnie. No teleporting. I want to surprise Bella, and teleporting her daughter would not only ruin the surprise, but freak her out."
Ronnie folded his arms.
"Why do you want to surprise her for? She has a new boyfriend. I saw her last night."
Lisa was intrigued.
"Uh uh!" she shouted, though, she too saw Bella last night. "It's not true, right, Uncle Launchpad?"
Launchpad shrugged his shoulders, doing his best to hold back the emotions of doubt he felt.
"I don't know, sweetie. But you know that I care about Bella very much and I want to give her a present."
"Oh," four-year-old Lisa said.
Launchpad extended a hand to the two children.
"Come on," he gently suggested. "Let's go here and pick out a nice thing for Bella, and later on, we can check out one of those toy stores or ice cream shops."
"Yay!" Lisa said, grasping a hold of Launchpad's hand.
Ronnie seconded the notion, by holding onto Launchpad's other hand.
"Okay, let's go!" he informed.
They entered the jewelry store and picked out a couple of items, one being an 18k gold necklace.
At Lisa's insistence, he also purchased two identical pieces of costume jewelry: one for her and one for Melanie. Launchpad instructed that this would serve as her toy. Though, once at the toy store, young Lisa's charms were over bearing, and Lisa got a toy as well, a coloring book. Yet, in order to equalize the matter, Launchpad bought Ronnie two gifts, a stuff animal, and a coloring book. He also bought them a box of crayons to share. The three then did some more sight seeing for the time being, for he was not yet ready to confront Bella.
About an hour later, in Saint Canard, Herb Muddlefoot walked downstairs into his living room. He was wearing his signature Hawaiian type shirt. His son Honker was sitting on the couch reading a book, while the television was blaring. Binkie Muddlefoot was picking up the floor.
"Do you want me to turn that off kiddo?" Herb asked as he looked around for the television remote that was sitting on the coffee table.
"No thank you, sir," Honker answered, momentarily looking up from his book.
"You like background music to go with your reading?" he inquired. "Want to pick something tamer?"
Honker shook his head. "I think Tank is watching it," he revealed. He pointed toward the kitchen.
Tank came out of the kitchen holding a bag of corn chips. He was wearing a black leather jacket, and pair of off-black jeans, which had quite a few dangling chains and keys chains.
Herb stared at his son wide-eyed. "Where are you going wearing that number?" he asked.
Tank adjusted his outfit in front of the mirror. "Some bar in Duckburg," he answered.
Binkie Muddlefoot turned to Tank, her eyes wide. "Tank dear, aren't you a little too young to go to a bar?" she asked.
Tank shook his head, and grabbed a comb from his back pocket. "The place I am going, the MoonBeam allows people underage," Tank explained. "And I'm 19, almost 20 years old, you can't stop me going anywhere anyway!"
"Oh I'm sorry!" Binkie apologized. She soon went back to picking up the front room.
"Hey!" Herb shouted. "You won't disrespect your mother like that! Not when you live under my roof, and therefore under my rules!"
"Sorry Mom," Tank said without taking his eye away from the mirror.
"Apology accepted, but be careful Tank dear, there are a lot of crazy people out there," Binkie told her son.
Just then, a sound of an approaching truck broke everyone, except Tank's, concentration.
Herb ran to the window and looked outside.
"Oh lookie here!" he exclaimed. "Someone sent the Mallards a Singing Telegram!"
"Huh?! Don't they know that they are out of town for the rest of the week? Whoever send that telegram is going to lose a lot of money," Binkie informed.
"Well, I guess one of us should answer it," Herb gathered. "I mean Drake put me in charge of his mail."
Honker placed an index finger up. "Actually, Sir...I think..." Honker started.
In reality it was he who Drake asked to intercept the mail.
"Oh Boy!" Herb shouted. "I never received a Singing Telegram before!"
"Honey," Binkie objected. "I think those telegrams can only be received by their intended recipient."
"Well, I will just pretend. Binkie, like you said, someone will potentially lose a lot of money if the telegram is not received."
Binkie sighed. "I guess you are right," she reluctantly agreed. "Just don't over do it honey."
"Why would I do that?" Herb interjected.
Soon later at the near the Mallard's residence, Herb called out to the messenger woman.
"Hello?" Herb called. "Can I help you?"
The young messenger woman nodded.
"Perhaps, are you Mr. Launchpad McQuack?" the messenger asked.
Herb nodded.
"Yup, that's me!" he lied.
"Then I got a message for you!" the messenger announced.
Herb's face lit up.
"For me?!" he shouted.
The woman smiled.
"Shall I begin?" she asked.
"Oh please," Herb said, his arms crossed in anticipation.
The woman took out guitar and started to sing.
"My Dearest Launchpad,
My one true love. Please know that I miss you so. It is has been so long since I hear you voice. And do know; it was not my choice. You have my heart, and for this we shall never be apart. I am in Brazil; the messenger will provide the number. So please call, and let me resume my slumber. For uncertainty, is such cruelty.
Love Bella and Melanie."
Herb placed his hand to his heart, tears falling from his eyes.
"Aww. Bella," he said with great reverence.
The messenger smiled.
"Sounds like you have one special woman," she stated. "Here's the number in which she spoke."
Herb wiped the tears from his eyes.
"I will call her right now," he promised.
"Good," the message replied. "Take care Mr. McQuack"
Herb looked at the messenger perplexed, but recovered quickly.
"Oh yeah, you too."
The messenger waved and then returned to her truck driving away.
Herb smiled.
"Wow, Launchpad has himself quite a girl."
To Be Continued
Author Note: LOL, okay, moving on. What did you all think of the Muddlefoot cameo scene? Some of this is taken from an abandoned fan fiction of mine. Use not, waste not. You never know; it might be taken up again eventually, but either way, it worked here
'. ~ Stef With a F :)
