Hey! I'm back. After this chapter there's only one chapter left of this arc, then we move on.
Thank you to Steampunk Wilson and KaliAnn for reviewing the last chapter, see chapter 1 for the disclaimer.
So…I'm going to try and do something now. I'm going to try and write about Donald, Dewey and Goofy's experiences based of individual accounts they've all given me. Not that I went round with a notebook trying to interview them or anything, but, you know, we did talk about it.
So. They went of down the left tunnel, which was basically exactly the same as the right and the middle tunnel in so much as there was lots of ice in it [well, duh Della!] AND the tunnel went on forever. It did however afford the three of them plenty of time to catch up.
"So what have you and Max been up to?" Donald asked, as they strolled through the cave.
Goofy gave a laugh and said. "We've been doing loads! I took him fishing last year! And we went to a concert!" Cue a quite length explanation about the two of them.
After he'd finished Donald grinned. "Sounds good. So…have you heard anything from Mickey?"
Cue Dewey whipping round and saying excitedly. "Oh yeah! Uncle Mickey! We haven't seen him in AGES have we, Uncle Donald? Huh? Have we?"
"No we haven't." Donald agreed, tiredly.
"…Last I heard he was in Africa trying to get a shot of some sort of…what's the word? Vanimous? Venison?"
"You mean 'Venomous'?" Dewey asked, who I like to imagine was jogging backwards at this point.
"That's it! Gawsh. Your boys sure are smart, Donald."
I imagine Donald giving him a pointed look as he said. "They are. They're also not 'my boys'. They're Della's."
"Oops. Sorry."
Donald sighed. "Oh well. As long as he's enjoying himself."
"He's planning on coming back actually. To Della's Christmas party thing."
"Awsome!" Dewey yelled, cue Donald doing pretty much the same thing I did to Huey.
"Will you be quiet?" He hissed in Dewey's ear. "Do you WANT the caves to collapse or something?"
Anyway, to cut a long story short they eventually got to their room full of icicles. Cue them going 'Wow/Gawsh/Awsome!'
After a couple of seconds of staring Donald, practical as ever, got them back on track and reminded them of what they needed to do. I.E. Find the blasted icicle.
"Are we sure it's here?" Goofy asked as Dewey immediately rushed to the nearest icicle and started tapping on it.
"No…but we won't know unless we look, so…"
Cue them spending a good amount of time testing icicles. It took them ages so they spent more time talking. They [annoyingly] haven't said in detail what they were talking ABOUT, but from what I could get it was family life from Donald. [That's probably why he hasn't gone into too much detail. He's probably been complaining about me.]
Goofy was a bit more open though. They spent a lot of time talking about Mickey and recounting various things that happened during their youth. Actually I lie. I know one thing they definitely talked about cause Dewey eagerly told me about it earlier on.
Goofy: Hey Donald, are you still in touch with those fella's?
Donald: [Trying to twist his body into a small space to get at a clump of icicles] Be more specific!
Goofy: Sorry? [He can understand Donald, but sometimes when my brother says words like 'specific', 'pacific' or words that sound similar it can be hard to make out exactly WHAT words he's ACTUALLY using.]
Donald: [Already annoyed due to the bloody icicles] I said Spe-cif-ic!
Goofy: Oh! What didn't you say so? [Cue angry squawking] I meant…em…what's there names? You know the green and the red one…
Dewey: You mean Jose and Panchito?
Goofy: [Snapping his fingers] You got it! So…Donald?
Donald: [Almost bent double] ONE MINUTE!
Goofy and Dewey patiently waited until Donald had got up again, grumbling to himself before re-asking.
"They're fine." Donald said, shortly.
Now normally when my dear twin uses THAT voice, everyone in the immediate vicinity knows to get lost basically. Not George. however, oh no.
"Did they ever make that band they were talking about?"
"No!" Donald snapped, then, probably seeing Goofy's no-doubt hurt expression he sighed. "…Jose is a flight attendant. Panchito does kids party's."
"Oh, that's good. I bet the kids love him. Hhmm. Hey! Maybe I should book him for Maxy's next birthday!"
"…Isn't Max going to be 17?" Dewey asked as Donald face palmed.
Goofy looked confused. "You don't think he'll like it?"
Thankfully my twin and son were prevented from lying through their beak because it was at this point that Donald pressed an icicle that IMMEDIATELY gave in and was pushed easily to the floor.
They all paused as there was, what has been described to me by Dewey, and I quote as 'A really loud weird screeching sound' the entire room shook and Donald, calm as ever under pressure, screeched.
"GET INSIDE! NOW!" Before picking up Dewey and charging into the room with him.
Goofy was hot on his heals and, with his famous holler, managed to get into the room just in time, skidding as he did so into a wall.
Well. I don't know whether it was the hollor, the fact Goofy smacked into the room or a mix of both but it seems that THAT was the reason our tunnels started shaking and that was the reason we all had to leg it out there or risk being buried alive in ice.
So back in the room Donald got up shakily and was like: 'Everyone alright?'
Cue: 'Yeah fine…' and 'Okey-dokey!'
Once he'd regained his heartbeat Donald looked round the room and switched his torch on because it was quite dark in their and shined it round, located Dewey and Goofy and checked they were actually alright.
"What's that thing?" Dewey asked.
"What thing?"
"That thing. It's like…some kind of shape…"
Frowning Donald turned round and shined his torch in the direction Dewey was pointing.
It's a bit hard to describe it without seeing it, but apparently it was basically a pedestal made out of ice in the middle of the room.
"Shouldn't there be something on that?" Dewey asked, as Donald examined the top of it.
"Should be…" Donald agreed. "Unless it's Hesphaestus own private joke." He stepped back. "Which I wouldn't put it past him. That guy has a weird sense of humour…"
"Hey, uh, what's this thing?" Goofy asked, stooping down.
"DON'T TOUCH IT!" Donald screeched, nearly causing the entire room to collapse.
Goofy literally froze [Hah!] and looked at him.
Donald bent down and looked at what Goofy was trying to show him. Basically it was a block of ice with the sword in it. The theory IS that it WAS on the pedestal, but the whole 'shaking cave' thing dislodged it and it fell just behind.
"…How are we going to get it out?" Dewey asked, as the three of them looked at it.
"Like this." Donald picked it up, immediately regretted it because it was so cold, but not wanting to back down, because he never does, because he's Donald Duck, he threw it against the wall, where it bounced of again and slid down harmlessly.
With an angry squawk Donald picked it up again and threw it at another wall, where it did the same thing. He repeated this at least five times before, in a mad moment, trying to jump up and down on it to get it to crack.
Well. I know I didn't do very well at school, but even I know that jumping up and down on a block of ice in the hope that it will break would require breaking the laws of physics, because ice is very slippery, so if you try and jump up and down on it the only thing you achieve [if you can call it that] is flying into a nearby wall at top speed and nearly getting a brain haemorrhage. Oh, and the freezing feet and bum as well.
As the wall took another hit it clearly decided it had had enough because the room started shaking and didn't stop. And as soon as Donald realised this he grabbed Dewey, yelled at Goofy to move and the three of them legged it out the room and through the corridor, nearly breaking the sound barrier in the process.
So. Getting back to us, we were outside the cave arguing about the best way to get the boys out. [Scrooge wanted to wait for the cave people, I just wanted to get down their and help] When we heard a familiar yell and turned to see three familiar figures running towards us.
Cue us going, in very relieved voices. 'Donald!/Uncle Donald/Dewey/Dad' as they skidded to a stop in front of us.
"We found…the…the Shield." Donald panted, putting Dewey down. "But we…we had to…had to leave it there…to dangerous…"
Scrooge looked surprised. "What's that then?" He barked, pointing to Goofy.
We all followed Scrooges point to see that Goofy – mad, wonderful Goofy – had grabbed the block of ice and run out with it.
"Wha-?" Donald's jaw dropped open.]
Goofy gave a nervous laugh and re-jiggled the ice in his hands, saying, through chattering teeth. "I-I f-figured we, we needed it?"
There was a beat and then Max said what we were all thinking. "Dad, you are mental. But I'm glad you're alive."
"Oh so I am. C'mere, Maxy, gimme a hug!" Goofy then dropped the ice and gave Max a tight hug while he let out a wail and tried to get away.
"Dad! You're freezing! Get off!"
We all laughed while Scrooge poked at the ice with his cane and said. "So, how are we gonna get this to the surface?"
The laughter stopped and we all looked at each other.
So turned out the way you get a block of ice to the surface was for two of you [in this case Donald and Goofy] to pick it up and carry it, carefully up the ladder and lift it into the building where, I think it's safe to say, we attracted quite a crowd.
And oh my – the museum people. Because Scrooge had told us that they had said we could have it if we found it, but when they agreed to that I don't think they thoughts we'd actually find it. So they came up to Scrooge and basically tried to argue that as it was on their property they owned it. But Scrooge waved the contract he'd apparently got them to sign at some point in their face, so they threatened to sue him and Scrooge laughed out loud and said he'd be pleased to see them in court and, after a lot of two-ing a fro-ing and Scrooge agreeing to give them a hefty donation, they agreed to drop the matter.
So we then had to get the ice into the car, and funnily enough no-one really wanted to sit with it on their lap, so there was a discussion [read argument] about attaching it to the roof, but Scrooge was concerned it would fall off, so it was eventually agreed it would go in the boot.
We got it back to Goofy's place and had to empty his freezer in order to put it in there, because we were all very tired and just wanted to get to bed. Although we all had a warm bath first of course. We don't want to catch hympothermia after all. As there were nine of us it took a little while, but by mutual agreement Donald and Goofy went first in that order as they were the idiots that thought it would be an idea clutch ice to their chest.
Ah. Huey's calling me. Looks like it's my turn for the bath. See you tomorrow Diary.