||Episode 1 - Part IV: Troubling Situation||
*Mickey Mouse Club March*...[Disney Castle]
The curl at the tip of his Royal Magician hat bounced in rhythm as the castles wise Donald Duck marched down the expansive hall. His webbed feet tapped at a fair pace down the red carpet. Passing by to his right were the broom workers assigned by the King. Naturally, considering his own position in the castle, Donald respectfully gave them a nod during his walk but nothing more. He was far too busy to be idle. There was an important meeting with the King that needed to be addressed, and the magician preferred to not be late for it.
Donald soon arrived at the massive doors to the chambers where the King remained. He stopped abruptly and turned into an attentive position as a soldier would. Clearing his throat, the Royal Magician knocked a familiar tune and waited to be allowed inside. Just in the nick of time did a smaller, more reasonable door for his size open up. Donald entered the great hall on the other side, taking yet another long walk to get to the King's throne. Unfortunately, he was still too far to see the King's face from where he was on the other side. It'd be just a moment. At least, he wanted to announce his presence.
"Good morning, Your Majesty!" Donald called out during his walk down the long, red carpet. Proudly striding along, he failed to notice the absence of the one he desired to speak with this morning. Eventually, he got to the throne and admired the black emblem on the front of it. That was the King's famous insignia used all around the castle. "It's nice to see you this morn- WHAT?!"
Panicked that he did not see the King anywhere in the chamber, Donald jammed his feathered fingers in his bill and trembled exceedingly. But, then Pluto came out from behind the throne. Of course he was there. The King loved to keep Pluto by his side all the time. He even had a dog bed set up right behind there. What was this that Donald noticed about the yellow dog? There was a small envelope sticking out of his mouth. It was a letter of some kind. A stamp from the King's hand was on it, too. That was a good sign, for Donald's mental state.
"Hm?" Donald opened the letter, finding that it was addressed to him. He read each line very carefully until getting to the very end. Two blinks. Waaaa-"
The magician skidded across the ground during his exit, and he ran all the way to the garden where he hoped to find someone trustworthy of what terrible news he had to offer. Reading the letter shook him to his core. He had to avoid running into certain figures within the castle at all costs, without regard to the last line in the note. Donald would have gone unnoticed, too, if it weren't for the trail of quacks he left behind.
Snores echoed throughout the garden. Goofy was lying in the grass, fully clothed in his knight armor. Donald soon found him in the shield knight's favorite napping spot. Forgetting the fact that he was sleeping on the job, Donald tried to wake his comrade and friend.
Get up, Goofy, get up!" Donald cried. "This is serious!"
No response save for the sawing of logs. Donald grumbled angrily at Goofy's laziness.
"Thunder!" the magician shouted, casting a bolt of electricity down on Goofy's head. It did the trick and woke the knight up. Donald watched him sit up and look around as though he had a nightmare.
"Hey there, Donald!" Goofy waved happily upon seeing his friend standing right beside him. He didn't seem to notice the steam rising from his head. "G'mornin'."
"Bad morning!" Donald shouted in his ear. "We've got a big problem, Goofy! But don't tell anyone..."
Goofy was certainly caught off guard, but he acknowledged the level of seriousness in Donald's tone of voice. He was about to ask him what the issue was, until he noticed someone very important enter the garden. In fact, there were two very prominent figures standing right behind Donald.
"Queen Minnie?" Goofy blinked. Although his vision was a little blurry. He rubbed his eyes and looked straight ahead at them and Donald.
"Not even the Queen!" Donald shook his head, firmly planting his hands on his hips.
"Daisy?" Goofy blinked again.
"Noo!" Donald vigorously shook his head. "It's top secret!"
"Uh, G'mornin', ladies!" Goofy bowed his head in greeting, ignoring Donald's remarks.
"What?" Donald turned around slowly to see the Queen and his dearest Daisy standing by. The look on Daisy's face told him that he was about to be in bigger trouble than what was addressed in the letter. Donald laughed nervously and rubbed his neck. "G-Good morning..."