Our story opens up at Donald Duck's house, where we see our favorite waterfowl just enjoying his favorite TV show in his fluffy chair.

"Ah, nothing but a relaxing day at home." He sighed. "Daisy is out with Minnie, Uncle Scrooge is taking the boys for a treasure hunt, just me and my lovely chair. Nothing can ruin this day."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Hey Duck! Open up!" someone yelled from outside.

"Speak of the devil..." He mumbled.

"I ain't got all day!" Pete shouted. "Open up this door, Duck!"

Donald opened the door and saw Pete, Peg and Pistol right at the door.

"What took you so long?" asked Pete.

"Pete, Peg, what a surprise." Donald said, then muttered under his breath. "Like when the doctor says you only have an hour to live."

"Now Donald, Pete and I are going out and we need you to babysit our little girl for a couple hours." said Peg.

"Ma, I'm not little and I don't need a babysitter." Pistol pouted.

"That's okay my precious angel, it's okay." Pete said soothingly as he pet his daughter's hair.

"Stop that!" Pistol ordered.

"Anyways, we figured since you used to babysit our son, you would have no problem babysitting Pistol." said Peg.

"Well, what's in it for me?" asked Donald.

"Normally I wouldn't do this, but Donald, if you babysit Pistol, I will...give you a whole year of no house payments." Peg said reluctantly.

"Fine, I'll do it!" Donald sighed. "Won't like it, though."

"Good!" Peg exclaimed, then bent down to Pistol. "Now be good for Donald, baby girl. We'll be back soon. Give mommy a kiss."

"Bye Mommy." Pistol kissed Peg on the lips and then curtsied. "Bye Daddy."

"Bye sweetie." Peg sweetly said, then grabbed Pete by his ear. "Hurry, Peter! Date night only comes once a year!"

"No, no, please!" Pete begged as he was being dragged. "I'd rather stay home and be tormented by the kids."

As soon as her parents left, Pistol put on a devilish grin.

"PLAY WITH ME! PLAY WITH ME! PLAY WITH ME!" She screamed.

"Okay, okay, calm down." said Donald. "What do you want to play?"

"Dinosaurs!" Pistol took out a bunch of toy dinosaurs.

"Sounds like fun." Donald tried to pick up a dinosaur.

"No! No! No! No!" Pistol screamed. "Don't touch my dinosaurs, Donald!"

"But I thought you said we were playing." Donald said.

"Yes, but I get to choose the dinosaurs!" Pistol pouted as she grabbed some dinosaurs. "Let's see, I want this one and this one and this one and this one! Okay Donald, you can have the rest."

Donald looked at the table and saw a tiny dinosaur. "But there's only one left."

"Guess that makes it easier!" Pistol said. "Raarrr! Raarrr!"

Pistol started roaring and hitting the little dinosaur with the big dinosaur.

"Ha, ha! I won! I won! I won!" Pistol gloated.

"That's not fair, Pistol." said Donald. "You had more dinosaurs."

"Of course it's fair, because I make the rules!" Pistol stuck her tongue out. "Now feed me, I'm hungry!"

"Okay, okay!" Donald said. "What would you like?"

"Make me a cheese pizza, right now!" Pistol demanded.

Donald got to work and made her a cheese pizza.

"Here you go, you majesty." Donald mumbled.

"I don't want that anymore!" Pistol pouted. "Make me some muffins!"

Donald ate the pizza and made Pistol some muffins.

"Here!" Donald gave Pistol the muffins. "Eat up!"

"These are blueberry muffins!" Pistol said. "I don't like blueberry muffins!"

"Well, what kind do you like?" asked Donald.

"I like chocolate muffins!" Pistol said.

Donald came back with chocolate chip muffins.

"No, how about some cranberry muffins?" suggested Pistol.

Donald ran and then came back with cranberry muffins.

"No, butter biscuits!" Pistol said.

Donald came back with butter biscuits.

"No, I don't want those either." Pistol said.

"Just make up your mind, already!" Donald growled.

"No, no, wait!" said Pistol. "I want...a cheese pizza!"

"Aaaahhh!" Donald screamed and began throwing a fit. "That's it! Go to your room!"

"This ain't my house!" Pistol retorted. "I don't have a room!"

"Then go sit on the steps!" Donald ordered.

"Fine..." Pistol went to sit on the steps. "You'll have to catch me first!"

Pistol ran away, infuriating Donald and he chased after her all around the house.

"Get back here!" Donald ordered her.

"No!" Pistol threw a football into Donald's beak and kept running away.

Donald spit out the football and kept chasing her all around the houseboat.

"Boy, Donald sure is having a lot of fun chasing Pistol around." Chip said as he and Dale watched. "It's a old fashioned game of Cat and Duck."

"Yeah, bet you five acorns that she runs him into the chimney." Dale chuckled.

"Nah, I bet he's going to knock her out cold." Chip retorted.

"You're on!" Chip and Dale shook their hands.

Donald kept chasing Pistol around until he stopped to catch his breath.

"This is exasperating..." He thought. "How am I going to get Pistol to calm down?"

After thinking over for a while, Donald finally came up with something clever.

"Okay Pistol, you win." said Donald. "I guess I can't make you stop and to think, I was going to give you a special treat."

"A special treat?" asked Pistol.

"Of course." said Donald. "Just come inside and I think you'll love it."

"Yeah right, it's probably something yucky like a protein shake!" Pistol pouted.

"It's far from that." said Donald. "Come on inside and I'll show it to you."

"Okay then." Pistol shrugged.

Donald and Pistol went inside, where Donald was cooking up something in his kitchen while Pistol was watching television and eating cookies.

"This should fix that little twerp." He thought as he put the finishing touches on his concoction. "Oh Pistol...I got a special surprise for you."

"Is it a brand new video game?" asked Pistol.

"No, it's this yummy beverage!" Donald said as he held out a glass with a brown liquid. "A fresh glass of Coo-Coo Cola to go with your cookies."

"Finally, my mouth was gettin' dry." Pistol said as she grabbed the glass and started chugging down the whole thing. "Aaah, tasty."

Then, in the blink of an eye, she fell right down to the floor and was knocked out cold.

"You win." Dale handed Chip the five acorns.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh." Donald snickered. "The old cough syrup in the cola maneuver. Works every time."

Just about an hour later, Pete and Peg came back from their date to pick up their daughter.

"Oh Donald...we're back!" Peg sang. "Where's our little Pistolkins?"

"She's right here, Peg." Donald said as he pet the sleeping Pistol's head.

"Awww, she wasn't any trouble, was she?" asked Peg.

"Nope, just a perfect little angel." Donald said passive aggressively. "No trouble at all. How was your date?"

"I'd rather not talk about it." Pete gulped.

"So, anyways, since you had a fun time with Pistol, we'd like you to babysit her again." said Peg. "Me and some friends are going to the gardens and down by the lake Saturday and this time, we'll be gone for the whole weekend."

"The whole weekend?" Donald gulped. "NOOO!"

THE END!

Author's Note:

Well, looks like Huey, Dewey and Louie aren't the only hellions that Donald is the victim of.