"Wait a second," Donald Duck narrows his eyes at the table for one set up in front of him. The restaurant was fairly empty and definitely not high class. Minnie Mouse had dragged him out of the Tooniverse into the human's world to a small local restaurant. He had hesitantly agreed but now he was doubting everything, "What's all this? What's going on?"

Minnie seems frazzled for a bit but smiles, "Uhhhhmmm it's a special dinner! Just for you!"

"Why here?" Donald Duck asks crossing his arms, "Is it my birthday that I forgot about? Because usually my birthday is the only one I remember-"

"Stop asking questions!" Minnie suddenly blurts, and then composes herself, "I mean, it's a surprise! But for tonight I shall wait on you hand and foot."

"Hand and foot? What did I do?" Donald's expression softens.

"It's a friendship gesture," Minnie smiles, "You know I love doing kind things for my friends!"

"Yes, but you usually just bring me cookies... or pie... or money." Donald sighs dreamily over the thought of money.

"Well I thought I'd treat you to all... three! This place was rented out just for you!" Minnie laughs nervously.

"Is that so?" Donald glares looking over her shoulder, "Then why's that guy eating soup over there in the corner?"

Minnie turns her head to gaze at the man in the corner eating his soup and sipping a small glass of soda. She cringes and turns her focus back to Donald, "It was a dual arrangement."

Donald seems to contemplate this. For a split second he thinks he spies a bead of sweat on Minnie's face but chooses to ignore it. Minnie and Mickey had been his best friends pretty much since he was twinged into the world. He shrugs and sits down. He figures as long as Minnie is offering he might as well go with the flow. So what if his best friend wanted to treat him to dinner and dessert? She had gone through this much trouble to bring him hear and set up this fancy table. He should enjoy it!

"Okay so what kind of drink can I offer you?" Minnie asks him.

"I'll take the special!" Donald says happily, sitting down at the table and grinning from ear to ear. Minnie stops in her tracks and opens her eyes wide.

"Special?" Minnie asks him.

"Yeah! Don't fine establishments such as this one usually have some kind of special?" Donald raises an eyebrow.

"Well I mean, yes but-"

"Then I want the specialty drink for the evening!" Donald says proudly, "Well, go on, chop chop!"

Minnie again giggles nervously and spins on her heels, walking away to the kitchen.

"This is going to be a great night!" Donald beams.

Minnie hurries to the back kitchen and immediately pulls out her phone, her heart beating so fast it could jump out of her chest. She starts tippity tapping at her phone, unlocking it and quickly finding Daisy in her speed dial. She puts it up to her ear and waits for her to pick up.

"Minnie?" Daisy's voice comes from the other line.

"Daisy!" Minnie whispers, trying not to let her voice carry into the restaurant, "This plan is crazy! My voice is shaking, I'm sweating... I-I can't do this!"

"Minnie, sweetie! It's not that hard. All you have to do is keep him occupied okay? I've staged a few... events for the evening. All you have to do is serve him hand and foot. It'll be a breeze."

"A breeze? A breeze she says! Have you ever hung out with Donald? He's a nightmare when you try to do anything nice for him like this! He goes full Gaston!" Minnie huffs into the phone.

"Of course I know that! That's why you're doing this and not me. You are way more patient than I am. All you have to do is keep him occupied while I do the probing. I have a camera and audio set up and I can see and hear everything." Daisy says, "Now put on that earpiece I gave you so I help guide you on what kinds of stuff to say."

Minnie shakes her head, grabbing the earpiece Daisy had given her. It has a strap that slings hooks over her ears and hangs on the inside of her eardrum. She was still shaking just trying to hold the phone.

"Can you hear me?" Daisy says in stereo through the phone and the earpiece. Minnie cringes, adjusting the volume on the earpiece.

"Yes I can hear you!" Minnie hisses.

"Great! Now do as the duck says and get him the special." Daisy instructs.

"And what exactly is that supposed to be?" Minnie growls.

"Minnie, I could hear you roll your eyes. Watch that. And how should I know? You're the cook not me. Just mix a bunch of drinks together."

"But Daisy I—"

"You got this! You're the best! Counting on you!" Daisy says cutting Minnie off and hanging up the phone. Minnie is left in the kitchen feeling dumbfounded. She closes her phone and about jumps out of her skin as she turns around and she hears a loud thud from behind her. She turns and finds Donald leaning against the door frame.

"I'm waiting on my— This kitchen is disgusting! Surely you're not going to make my food back here?" Donald scoffs.

"Of course not!" Minnie grimaces, "I'm going to do a deep clean just in time for your dinner! Also your drink is so special it has to be hand created from scratch. It'll be out in a moment!"

"Awww," Donald sighs, "You're the best friend a guy could ask for. I wish Daisy would act like that every once in a while."

"WHHHHAAAAT?!" Minnie cringes hearing Daisy's voice pipe in from her earpiece. Donald leaves Minnie in the kitchen and Minnie sighs. She scrambles around to the fridge while Daisy lets her mouth run with anger. Minnie picks up two types of soda, a lemon lime soda and an orange soda. She sets them both on the counter and grimaces. Minnie supposes mixing the two was the best she was going to have. Daisy had rented out the building and had already stocked the kitchen with supplies. She takes out a brand new glass and fills it with ice from an Ice bag she had picked up from the gas station on her way here. Minnie Fills the glass with mostly orange soda, then adds a pinch of the lemon lime. She quickly slices a lime in half, draping it over the edge of the glass.

"This better be enough," Minnie sighs as she puts the best smile on her face she can muster. She walks out to Donald's table who was still grinning from ear to ear. She sets the glass down on the table and watches Donald twist his duck bill into a frown.

"What is it?" Donald asks poking an eye to the edge of the glass.

"It's... uh.. It's orange de France!" Minnie says with her best accent that she can. Donald nods his approval and takes a sip. His eyes widen and Minnie holds her breathe.

"It's amazing! Wow this must be some high quality stuff!" Donald says, "Alright, where's the menu?"

Minnie looks around and silently fumes in her head. Daisy had not, in fact, provided her with a menu. In fact, she had provided her with no means of prepared food at all. Whatever Donald wanted Minnie was going to have to make herself, in the dirty kitchen, by herself, with an impatient duck and no way to keep him occupied.

"I-It's, uh... It's an open menu!" Minnie blurts.

"Open menu? What's that?" Donald raises his eyebrow.

"It's where you choose what you want to eat!" Minnie smiles weakly.

"Like a buffet?" Donald says excitedly.

"No. You tell me what you want me to cook, and I'll cook it!" Minnie responds.

"Summer salmon nicoise!" Donald beams.

Minnie stands dumbfounded. She wasn't even sure she knew what that was! Then again, as a sailor, Donald had been to more places than probably even she had. Mickey and Donald were constantly on the go, taking trips, getting into shennanigans and ending up all over the news. Most of their adventures get turned into shorts as damage control for Disney.

"Oh... alright then, I'll get that started. But it might be a while." Minnie says, turning to leave.

"That's okay, the entertainment will keep me occupied." Donald leans back in the chair.

Minnie once again stops short. This entire night is turning out to be even worse than she had originally anticipated! Salmon Nicoise? Entertainment? Specialty drinks? Donald and Daisy deserve each other, Minnie thinks, they're both loud, snippy, and high maintenance!

"Don't worry Minnie! I figured he'd pull something stupid like that. I've got people on the way already. They're going to start setting up in a minute or two." Daisy's voice says through Minnie's earpiece.

Minnie hurries back to the kitchen before responding, "What kind of entertainment?"

"You'll see," Daisy says with a sly voice. Minnie hits her palm to her forehead. She shakes it off and pulls out her phone. She clicks on the first website with the recipe.

"30-35 minutes!" Minnie sighs, "Okay let's see what we have..." Minnie looks in the fridge and breathes a sigh of relief. Daisy had packed it with a bunch of random items. The cabinet next to it contained dry ingredients basic to have in the kitchen. It looked like the only items she needed that Daisy didn't have salmon, dijon mustard, and a shallot.

"Daisy, I have to go to the store to get some items. How long is the entertainment going to be around?" Minnie says into her earpiece.

"You won't have to worry about a thing," Daisy snickers, "I've got it all under control."

Minnie sighs and quickly rushes to grab her car keys. Before she can reach the door she hears an ear piercing howl. Minnie's eyes widen in horror at the sound of a familiar guitar followed by more yelps and the clicking of heels.

"Oh no," Minnie squeaks, "It's them." She practically sprints out the back door. She had no doubt in her mind she was going to have all the time she needed to get Donald's food. With those two around, they could go all night. Minnie just hopes she doesn't come back to a destroyed building.

Donald jumps ten feet in the air, shrieking as balloons, streamers, glitter, and anything else you could imagine to be at a fiesta bursts through the doors. He hears the call and Donald gasps in terror.

"Oh no!" Donald shouts, "Panchito? Jose? What are you doing here! This is supposed to be my quiet evening! You hear that? Mine!"

"Donald!" Panchito Pistoles strums his guitar and gives him a hug. Panchito knew about Donald's... personal bubble but chose to ignore it as usual, "My friend, my amigo! We are the entertainment tonight for your relaxing evening!"

Donald shrivels into his chair with a sigh. Jose Carioca pokes his head through the door, tipping his hat with his usual debonair smile. Behind him is a trail of beautiful flamenco dancers, each clothed to the nines with long flowing red dresses, black glitter heels with flower embellishments, and matching hair clips. Donald's jaw drops and Jose comes on the other side of him whispering in his ear.

"Now, now Donald! You don't really want to send these beautiful ladies all the way back home do you? They came so far just to see you!" Jose Carioca smiles like the devil on Donald's shoulder.

"Well it would be a shame to send them home," Donald twinkles his fingers at the girls.

"That's the spirit! Come on my friends! It's time to put on a fiesta!" Panchito shouts. He strums his guitar vividly and to Donald's horror, a mariachi band bursts through the door, blaring their horns. They try to place a fedora on Donald's head but he protests.

"Hey! Where's my sombrero?" Donald glares.

"Sorry my friend," Panchito winks at him, "That's my trademark."

"This one is for you," Jose Carioca laughs, "Because mine is also a Carioca original. There's only one Donald, so there should be only one special hat for him!"

Donald reluctantly takes the hat. As soon as he does they spin him around and they begin to play loudly. Donald is rather annoyed, wishing it were quieter. He looks towards the kitchen, his tummy rumbling. Minnie usually knows exactly what he likes. It seemed rather odd for her to plan a quiet evening, yet call his boisterous friends. He was starting to question the entire evening. Once they finish playing the first song, the lights turn off.

"Hey! What's the big idea?" Donald says, his thoughts being interrupted. All of a sudden a spotlight comes on, highlighting one of the flamenco dancers. She had a set of castanets in her hand. She begins her dance, the beautiful sound of the clicking from her castanets plus the thumping of her heels against the floor was mesmerizing. Donald's jaw drops as the guitarist continues to play, everyone stopping to watch the dancer. Her movements were entrancing. He glances around the room and squawks, seeing Panchito and Jose with straws drinking from his cup. He swats their hands and they grimace at him.

Before long, the other two dancers join her and they gesture for Donald to get up. Donald wants to say no. But he loves to dance! On the other hand, he has always felt that Daisy had eyes in the back of her head. But he LOVES to dance! Still he hangs back and shakes his head. Absolutely not! The last thing he needed was someone tattling on him. Daisy might break up with him for the third time this week! He really did love Daisy, they just butted heads too much. She was especially jealous of women. If it had just been the mariachi band, Donald wouldn't have hesitated. But the ladies were his kryptonite.

"Donald. Donald. Donald. Donald!" Panchito and Jose start to chant. The music picks up and Donald can feel his tail feathers go on autopilot. The music was calling to him.

"Resist!" Donald says aloud to control himself.

Panchito and Jose waste no time getting up to join the dancers. Donald pulls his hat over his eyes and ears as if the thickness of it would block the sound. The dancers' heels clang against the ground, shaking him where he sits. Donald wraps his legs around the base of the chair and grips the sides of the chair with his hand. The music was so moving that his tail feathers, shaking with the music, scooch the chair back and forth.

"I. Must. Resist!" Donald says, the chair starting to jump each time someone would move to the music, "MIINNNNIIIEEE!"

Minnie rushes back as soon as she can. Luckily the grocery stores had been relatively empty. She could hear Daisy on the line laughing hysterically and Minnie almost felt bad for Donald. She busts through the back door to the kitchen and she almost drops everything, hearing the crash from outside.

"Oh my goodness!" Minnie exclaims. She quickly starts rummaging to turn the oven on as well as the stove, "Should I check on him?"

"What a buzz kill! But fine, you'd better go end his torcher," Daisy sighs. Minnie groans and when she opens the door she is met with horror. There was confetti all over the floor, Donald's drink had been empty, the room was filled with music, and poor Donald had faceted himself to his chair which had been knocked over.

"Daisy! This is madness! We have to stop!" Minnie says, knowing very well that they can't hear her.

"But why! I still have to test his patience with dinner! Oh and speaking of which I need you to swap that sauce out with hot sauce and-"

"No! I'm not going to torcher my friend for your sick game!"

"But Minnie-"

"Daisy this isn't love! Love would talk things through even if it ends up in an argument! Daisy you have to learn to work with Donald's weaknesses and quit trying to change him. And quite frankly you need to work on some things for yourself as well! Now I'm through! You had better have your pretty little tail feathers down here in ten minutes! Am I understood?" Minnie fumes.

Daisy mumbles on the other line, but Minnie stomps her foot, "Am I understood!?"

"Yes! Fine okay I'm coming! Gosh," Daisy finally hangs up. Minnie rolls her eyes. She goes back into the kitchen and starts the dinner. Something good was going to come out of this dinner. She was determined. Once everything is underway, she walks back out and sees the ruckus is still going on. Daisy was waiting outside of the restaurant peeking through the blinds. She seemed ashamed to come inside. Minnie ducks her head as a pinata flies over her. Minnie is steaming hot upset. She stomps her foot takes a deep breathe.

"Quiet!" Minnie shouts at the top of her lungs. Everyone freezes in their tracks. Donald quacks and struggles to free himself from the chair that he had entwined himself in. He lifts the fedora off his head and runs to give Minnie a hug.

"Get these lunatics away from me!" Donald pleads, wrapping his arms around her legs and begging.

"That's it, everyone needs to leave! I thank you for your time but the party is over!" Minnie points towards the door.

"So long suckers!" Donald laughs, but looks over to see Minnie was still angry. She couldn't possibly be mad at him, could she?

Before the door closes Minnie practically screams, "DAISY DUCK GET IN HERE NOW!"

"Daisy?" Donald puts his hands on his head, "Oh no!"

Daisy struts in with quite an annoyed face. She has on a pink boa, a black sparkly dress and matching shoes. The feathers on her head had been neatly pulled back into a ponytail. Minnie goes to work fixing the table Donald had been sitting at.

"Wait a second, what's the big idea?" Donald asks, "Why is Daisy here? Why were they here?"

"Sit down! Both of you!" Minnie demands. Daisy rolls her eyes and takes a seat across from Donald.

"Now Daisy, can you tell him what this was all about?" Minnie crosses her arms and glares at Daisy.

Daisy sighs and starts, "Fine. After we broke up on Tuesday and made up Tuesday afternoon, I wanted to make sure you were being serious about controlling your anger, your ego, your issues with women, your-"

"What? So this was all a set up!" Donald gasps, "Minnie, how could you!"

"Look, both of you are my friends, but I cannot keep doing your dirty work! Donald, last week you made me send Daisy the ugliest dress just to see how she would react." Minnie starts. Daisy gasps and is about to retaliate but Minnie cuts her off, "And DAISY! Staging this entire night like a maniac? It was beyond rude! And let's not forget the Spray Me cookies, and the glitter bomb, the breakup letters, the secret admirer letters-"

"Wait those were all her?" Donald says, "That's it! We're-"

"NO!" Minnie shouts, "You two are so in love with each other that you keep playing these sick games on each other to see if the other is dedicated! You wouldn't keep being this idiotic if you didn't care for each other. Each time you guys breakup, Mickey and I have to hear the sob stories, and clean up the mascara, and bake cakes, and come up with these elaborate get back together parties. I'm sick of it! You two need to work through your issues without using other people."

Minnie spins on her heels and leaves them there to talk. Minnie isn't sure if this is a good idea, but she puts in headphones and gets to work finishing the dinner. she starts to hear some mumblings. Then those mumblings get louder. Soon the mumblings turn into yelling and Minnie starts to doubt her decision. She hears the yelling go on for about another five minutes. Finally things settle down. Minnie figures either they worked things out or they've killed each other.

Minnie decides to sneak a peek and grimaces, watching them make goo goo eyes at each other. Minnie breathes a sigh of relief and finishes up the plates. She is happy she bought enough food for two. She wanders out into the restaurant and sets the plates down in front of them.

"Bon appetit!" Minnie beams. Daisy and Donald smile at her.

"Thank you Minnie," Donald says, "You were absolutely right. I need to appreciate Daisy more and learn to work out our issues."

"And I need to trust Donald more," Daisy smiles standing up and giving her a hug, "I couldn't have done this without you. Now if you'll excuse us, we'll be going now."

"Wait! But I just made you dinner-"

"Oh that's okay hun, we're going to go to a more established restaurant than this place. Bye dear! Call you later!" Daisy says linking arms with Donald and walking out of the door. Minnie watches as Donald opens the door to Daisy's car and lets her in the passengers seat. Donald shoots Minnie a thumbs up and hops into the driver's seat. Minnie sighs as they drive off leaving her alone in a dingy old restaurant with a fancy dinner.

"Oh well. I guess love is complicated sometimes," Minnie laughs to herself as she begins to pack up.