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--Meanwhile, back at Goofy's house...
Goofy: What have I done?! What have I done?! Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t! What the f*** am I supposed to do now! Okay. Calm down. Think Goofy, think. Maybe, he's not dead. Maybe I just knocked him out. Yeah, that's it. I'll just wait a little while.
1 HOUR LATER
Goofy: Hey Donald! Donald...dammit!
2 HOURS LATER
Goofy: Come on! It's been three hours. Donald! This isn't funny.
2 HOURS LATER
Goofy: Oh, sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t! Okay, calm down. Okay, now. Let's be realistic. He's probably dead. However, he was going to commit suicide. I'll just say that he took my shield and beat himself over the head with it and knocked himself out. Then he drowned in the tub, cause he already passed out. But his head is hanging off the side of the tub. So I'll have to move him. (takes a plunger and pokes at Donald's head) Move! Move!
--Donald's head flops around like a rag doll. Then his beak opens and his tongue rolls out.
Goofy: Oh, good God! That's gross!
--Goofy continues to poke and prod at the duck's head. He can't get it over the edge of the tub.
Goofy: Okay. New plan. He beat him self to death with my shield and he died from a concussion. I tried to stop him, but it was no use. Good. And I'll just have everything go as planned. Wait a sec, do I call the police or the paramedics? If I do, they may figure it out. Damn. I just won't alert the authorities at all. Good. That works.
QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!
Goofy: Oh, my God! Donald! You're a...(looks down; there's a rubber ducky on the floor) Jesus Christ!
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--Meanwhile, back at Goofy's house...
Goofy: What have I done?! What have I done?! Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t! What the f*** am I supposed to do now! Okay. Calm down. Think Goofy, think. Maybe, he's not dead. Maybe I just knocked him out. Yeah, that's it. I'll just wait a little while.
1 HOUR LATER
Goofy: Hey Donald! Donald...dammit!
2 HOURS LATER
Goofy: Come on! It's been three hours. Donald! This isn't funny.
2 HOURS LATER
Goofy: Oh, sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t! Okay, calm down. Okay, now. Let's be realistic. He's probably dead. However, he was going to commit suicide. I'll just say that he took my shield and beat himself over the head with it and knocked himself out. Then he drowned in the tub, cause he already passed out. But his head is hanging off the side of the tub. So I'll have to move him. (takes a plunger and pokes at Donald's head) Move! Move!
--Donald's head flops around like a rag doll. Then his beak opens and his tongue rolls out.
Goofy: Oh, good God! That's gross!
--Goofy continues to poke and prod at the duck's head. He can't get it over the edge of the tub.
Goofy: Okay. New plan. He beat him self to death with my shield and he died from a concussion. I tried to stop him, but it was no use. Good. And I'll just have everything go as planned. Wait a sec, do I call the police or the paramedics? If I do, they may figure it out. Damn. I just won't alert the authorities at all. Good. That works.
QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!
Goofy: Oh, my God! Donald! You're a...(looks down; there's a rubber ducky on the floor) Jesus Christ!