#Mrs. Crackshell

[sometimes-they-come-back-237]

Say what you want about the other characters.

I think we all agree that Mrs. Crackshell had the BEST glow up.

[sherbetlemonss]

Did some more christmas edits/drawings!!

Last year i made two christmas thingys of Boyd and Gyro since they werent in any Christmas episodes so i decided to do it again this year with other characters!! Those ones are here !!

Pls don’t flop I spent over a week on these </3

[webbytbh]

Genderbend version of Scrooge, the triplets, and Webby

They were from an old idea of mine where I wanted to draw how I think the characters would look like genderbend

Sketches that I never got around to

And for the reboot :)

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

2024 ART SUMMARY 🔥🔥🔥

Art was slow this year but I still had some pieces I’m quite proud of!! Got obsessed with a new ship this year, participated in artfight, and figured out a handful of different coloring methods I really like!!

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: DuckTales

Character: Della Duck

Sample Size: 304 stories

Source: AO3

[luckyduckwrites]

Remembrance Chapter 1-26: Shadow War (Part 2): The Day of the Ducks!

Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lena (Disney: DuckTales)/Original Female Character(s), Della Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s), Huey Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Louie Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Dewey Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s)

Characters: Lena (Disney: DuckTales), Della Duck (Disney), Original Female Character(s), Webby Vanderquack, Huey Duck (Disney), Dewey Duck (Disney), Louie Duck (Disney)

Additional Tags: Mentioned Della Duck (Disney), Canon Autistic Character, Canon Disabled Character, Protective Siblings, Brother-Sister Relationships, POV First Person, Original Character-centric, POV Original Female Character, Childhood Trauma, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Romance, Slow To Update, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

My name is Izzy, and I'm Donald Duck's niece. I'm 6 years older than my brothers Huey, Dewey, and Louie, and we all grew up together on the houseboat. My brothers are incredibly mischevious and are always causing trouble, so they can never be left alone, but Uncle Donald almost never lets me babysit them. One day, he brings us to meet our Uncle Scrooge, the richest duck in the world! He seems vaguely familiar, almost like I've seen him before, but that can't be possible. I've never seen him on TV, so where could I have possibly seen him before?

**AO3 & Wattpad links in masterpost pinned to the top of the blog**

Louie reluctantly stands next to me instead of going inside to start the houseboat like he wanted, and Mrs. Beakley exclaims, "Magica DeSpell!"

Dewey asks, "Wait, who?"

I ask, "You've never heard of her? She had some kind of weird grudge against Uncle Scrooge and all of Clan McDuck, and she was his strongest adversary."

Webby adds, "But no one's seen her since they fought on Mt. Vesuvius 15 years ago."

Huey asks, "Hold on a minute. If she disappeared 15 years ago, and you're 16, how did you hear about her, Izzy?"

I respond, "Uncle Scrooge told me about her when I was little, but he never told me how he defeated her, just that Id never have to worry about her."

Mrs. Beakley says, "Alright, all. Cool heads. We must help Scrooge before anything else-"

A giant seaweed creature pulls itself onto the houseboat, and Louie shoves Huey and Dewey toward it, exclaiming, "Take my brothers first, please!"

The creature then pulls the seaweed off of itself, revealing the headless Man horse that Gyro nicknamed Manny and took as his newest lab assistant.

I breath a sigh of relief, and Uncle Donald says, "Oh."

Huey adds joyfully, "It's just Manny!"

Gyro pulls himself onto the houseboat as well, Lil Bulb on his shoulder as they both shake water out of themselves, Gyro shaking his hat and Lil Bulb twisting his lightbulb head off and dumping the water out befote putting it back on.

Gyro exclaims angrily, "That's it! No more underwater labs. It's volcanoes or abandoned castles from now on!"

Huey asks, "Dr. Gearloose? What happened?"

Gyro explains, "Our own shadows came to life and wrecked the lab!" Huey opens his mouth to say something, but Gyro shushes him, saying, "Ah bah bah, my Shadow Control Ray is still in the test phase, so this one is not on me."

I ask, "I'm sorry, you were working on what?"

Gyro responds, "A Shadow Control Ray. Keep up, orange niece."

I snarl a bit before responding, "We never thought it was you anyways. Magica DeSpell is back, and she's taken everyone's shadows."

I gesture out at the shadow vortex above the Money Bin, and Gyro gapes at it in surprise.

Uncle Donald stands atop the houseboat's railing, announcing, "Everybody listen up!"

He then says something I couldn't understand. I can usually understand his speech, but that one was just too much gibberish.

We all ask in confusion, "What?"

Launchpad adds, "Did anyone get any of that?"

I respond, "Most of the time I understand him, but not this time.

Huey adds, "It's mostly context clues."

Louie adds, "We get, like, every third word."

Dewey adds, "Nope, completely unintelligible."

Uncle Donald chases after him, angrily exclaiming, "I'll show you unintelligible!"

After watching Uncle Donald squawking at Dewey and chasing him for a moment, Gyro groans, saying, "Ugh, I don't have time for this." He pulls out a small, pill-shaped device, explaining, "The Barksian Modulator, able to translate neural impulses into sonic transmissions."

We all look at him in confusion, and Launchpad asks, "Huh?"

I say, "In layman's terms, please? You're speaking to a bunch of kids and non-scientists."

Gyro sighs and rolls his eyes before saying, "It's a voicebox."

Huey says, "Oh, okay, Barksian Modulator."

Dewey adds, "Oh, okay."

Louie adds, "Yeah, good idea."

I add, "About dang time someone made that."

Webby asks, "What took you so long?"

Launchpad adds, "Huh."

Gyro grabs Uncle Donald and places the Barksian Modulator in his mouth before massaging his throat to ease it down.

Uncle Donald shoves him away, exclaiming, "Get your hands off of me-" His voice changes into a more normal one, "You mad scientist!"

Dewey says, "Wow. He sounds so... normal."

I add, "It's a little unsettling to hear him like that."

Uncle Donald says, getting faster as he repeats it, "Rubber baby buggy bumpers. Rubber baby buggy bumpers. Rubber baby buggy bumpers, aha! Wow, never been able to say that before!" He clear his throat, then says, "As I was saying, Uncle Scrooge is in trouble, and it's up to us to help him. Adventure is in our blood. We face down perilous foes and endless dangers every day, but we always prevail, because these Ducks don't back down."

Mrs. Beakley says, "Thank you, Donald. Now, we need to-"

Uncle Donald interrupts her, saying, "Stage a coordinated attack. Gyro, you and your team charge the bridge to distract Magica's shadow forces."

Gyro nods, pulling out what I assume to be his Shadow Control Ray.

Uncle Donald continues, "Launchpad, head up the air attack to draw her attention. Do you think you can crash into the Bin?" We all laugh at that, and Uncle Donald says, "Alright, alright, alright." He clears his throat again, finishing, "And Beakley, while the others are distracting Magica, you and I will sneak around back in my newly fixed-up houseboat."

Mrs. Beakley blinks a few times before saying in shock, "That is... actually very close to what I was going to say.

Dewey says, gesturing to himself, the other kids, and me, "And we-"

Uncle Donald puts us all in life vests and makes us walk onto the dock, saying, "Will stay here and out of danger, especially you, Izzy. I can't let you get hurt again."

Webby exclaims, "Oh, come on!"

I add, "Seriously?! I'm fine, Uncle Donald!"

Dewey says, "But-"

Uncle Donald interrupts him again, saying, "This isn't an adventure. This is Magica DeSpell. Under no circumstances are you kids to come to the Bin. Do you understand?"

Webby says, "Yes."

My brothers and I say at the same time, "Yes, Uncle Donald."

The second the houseboat is out of earshot, we yank off our life vests, and Dewey asks, "So were totally sneaking into the Money Bin, right?"

Huey adds, "But how are we going to take on an entire shadow army?"

I say, "Ugh, if only Gyro gave us one of his Shadow Ray things. That'd make things so much easier."

Dewey says defiantly, "The Ducks don't back down. Now, if only we knew someone with experience breaking into places."

Webby asks, giving me a coy smile, "You mean like a noble teen ne'er-do-well who can break into anything, including a certain someone's heart?"

Dewey says, "Yeah, that'd be great."

Webby, Huey, and I give him a moment before exclaiming, "Lena!"

Louie adds, "It's Lena!"

Dewey says, "Lena, right. I was gonna say Lena. Great."

We make our way to the amphitheater where Webby and I met Lena and where she always asks to be dropped off after hanging out, and Dewey calls out, "Yo, Lena!"

I add, "Lena! We need your help!"

Webby asks, "Where are you?"

I ask, frightened at the possibility, "What if she was taken by the shadow people? I don't know what Id do without my best friend."

Webby whispers with a knowing smirk, "Are you sure she's only a friend?"

I blush at her teasing, and playfully shove her away as Dewey says, "Izzy, don't lose faith. Remember, Ducks don't back..." He strikes a heroic pose, his foot activating a hidden door that opens toward us, and Dewey finishes in confusion, "Down?"

We enter the secret room, which seems to have been renovated from a theatre storage room into a small, rundown bedroom, but nobody's in sight.

Huey asks, "Is this where Lena lives?"

Louie adds, "Ugh, explains why she's always sleeping over at our house."

I say, "Well, this is where she asks to get dropped off. I just thought it was because she lived nearby and didn't want us to drop her off directly at her house. I guess not."

I feel a pang of guilt in my chest at her living like this. She doesn't even have a bathroom or kitchen, and there's no parents or relatives in sight! Where's that aunt she was talking about a few weeks ago when we snuck into the Other Bin?

Webby calls out, "Lena? Sorry to barge in unannounced!"

I say, "She's not here."

Huey says doubtfully, "Maybe she's hiding?"

I ask, "Why would she hide from us?"

Dewey grabs something off of a small dresser, exclaiming, "A journal!"

He opens it, but Webby snatches it away from him, saying, "You can't read her journal! Although, if she were taken, she might have left a note." She skims the first page, then exclaims, "A poem! I didn't know she wrote poetry!"

I smile, saying, "Is there anything Lena can't do?" Webby raises an eyebrow at me with a smile on her face, and I say nervously, "J- just read the stupid thing."

Webby clears her throat, reading, "'To endthe line of Clan McDuck, she sought a token of their luck. And with the eclipse in its prime, she'd trap old Scrooge within his Dime. But Scrooge reversed her vengeance planned, and in his Dime the witch did land. Yet as he struck the final blow, she cast a spy from her shadow. I walk the Earth and vwield her power, to bring about McDuck's last hour'."

Louie exclaims, "Lena was Magica's spy?!"

Huey adds, "Lena is a shadow?"

Webby says, "She betrayed us all to free Magica."

I add quietly, "She was never our friend."

I can't believe I had a stupid crush a shadow. How do I know if any of it was real? She was probably just faking it to get to Uncle Scrooge's Dime. She used me, and discarded us when we weren't useful anymore.

I sniffle, and Dewey places a hand on my shoulder, saying, "You might not have her, but you still have us. We're family, and Ducks dont-"

Webby shoves him, saying, "Save it."

Dewey bumps into Huey, who pulls at the curtain on the wall to keep himself from falling, revealing something painted on the wall with spray paint.

He says, "Uh, guys? Check this out. Magica used the power of the eclipse to escape Scrooge's Dime."

Louie adds, "Only to trap him there instead."

I add, "Just like she was planning to do 15 years ago."

Dewey says, "We have to get to that Dime and save Scrooge ourselves, and I know just how to Dewey it."

We find a nearby empty store, the workers likely having fled after their shadows came to life, and Dewey chucks a fist-sized rock into the store's floor-to-ceiling windows, the window breaking into small glass bits on the floor. He and Louie rush inside and grab 4 child-sized scubasuits and a teen-sized scubasuit for me.

I ask, "Shouldn't we at least pay them something?"

Louie rolls his eyes and walks back inside, writing out an IOU via McDuck Enterprises and placing it next to the counter before sauntering out with a confident smirk on his face.

I ask, "Where did you learn to write IOU's?"

Louie shrugs, saying, "Launchpad told me he's done it countless times to pay for damages when he crashes."

I deadpan, "You done this before, haven't you?"

Louie looks nervous as he responds, "You don't want an answer to that."

I glare at him the whole way back to the amphitheater. We put on our new scubasuits over our clothes and dive into the water, swimming our way to the Bin. I have to hold onto Webby while she swims because I have to hold onto my crutch to bring it with us, and otherwise I'd only be swimming with one leg.

We finally emerge inside the flooded elevator, and as we're taking off our scuba gear, Louie holds up his Khopesh, saying with mock surprise, "Look what I found!" We all glare at him, and he says, "What? We like Scrooge again! Ugh, whatever. Get your own Khopesh."

Dewey says, "Elevator's busted. How are we going to get to the Bin entrance on the top floor?"

We have to take the stairs like that time Louie spent Uncle Scrooge's fake Dime and we were chased by Lil Bulb. Louie groans in frustration at having to take the stairs again. I have to go one at a time, the others quickly getting ahead of Louie and I. After over a dozen floors, we're all exhausted, but we're only a few floors from the top.

Dewey pants, "So... close..."

Huey groans, and Louie says, "Ugh, Louie... out."

He collapses forward, but his shadow is still standing. Wait, his shadow?

Huey asks, "Um, guys? When did our shadows come back?"

As soon as he says that, our shadows attack, mine putting me in a chokehold. I try to smack it with my crutch, but my vision is starting to darken, and I feel myself getting faint.

I'm unable to sputter out any words, and Webby exclaims, "Cut the lights so we won't cast shadows!"

I headbutt my shadow with the back of my head and it lets go. As I suck in a much-needed breath, I reach for Louie's Khopesh. The second I've got it in hand, I slash through my shadow, then toss it at the powerbox. The lights cut out, leaving us in almost complete darkness.

Huey exclaims fearfully, "Now we can't see!"

Webby says as she puts on her night-vision goggles, "I can."

Dewey says, "Everyone holds hands and form a chain behind Webby!"

I grab Louie's hand, and he grabs Huey's other hand before saying, "Ew! Huey, your hands are clammy."

Dewey says, "C'mon, guys. Ducks don't back down!"

Huey exclaims angrily, "I literally never heard that family motto before today!"

After a few more floors, Louie says, "Ugh, we're never going to find Scrooge's office."

Webby opens a door, and I blink a few times to adjust to finally being able to see as Dewey exclaims, "I found Scrooge's office!" Shadows appear as he says that, and he says, "Okay, maybe we should've listened to-"

Our uncle appears in the crowd of shadows.

I exclaim, "Uncle Donald?!"

He exclaims while fighting some shadows, "Get away from my kids!"

The shadows back off for a short while, and he glares at us with anger is his eyes.

Louie exclaims, "We can explain!"

The fire in Uncle Donald's eyes die down, and he says, "Please. I told you not to come, so of course you showed up just when I need you."

Louie says, "Classic reverse psychology. I feel like I should've seen that coming."

Uncle Donald ushers us into the Money Bin's vault, saying, "Go save your Uncle. I'll keep these palookas at bay. Ducks don't back down."

He shuts the vault door behind us, and Dewey says, "See? I told you it's a thing."

Huey says, "It's cooler when he says it."

I say, "Especially with his cool, new voice."

We climb down the ladder to the pile of money at the bottom, and I hear Magica say, "Oh, look! Children." She holds up Uncle Scrooge's Dime, his face now engraved in it, and she asks, "Looking for this? Come and get it."

She laughs maniacally, and Dewey exclaims, "Give us back our uncle!"

I add, "Yeah, you evil witch! Give him back!"

Magica says with mock sincerity, "Oh, he's trapped forever inside the thing he loves most. Sorry."

Magica launches a beam of purple magic at us, and Webby yells, "Split up!"

Huey exclaims, "Then what?!"

Dewey says, "Do what we do best. Make trouble."

I hide behind a pile of money, waiting for an opportunity to grab the Dime from her, and sign at Huey to make a distraction.

He nods, popping up in front of Magica, saying, "Hey, couple questions for you. If you were caught in the Dime, how come we never saw you? Also, Scrooge isn't exactly magical, so how did he manage to trap you in- Ah!" She tries to blast him with magic, but he dodges and pops up next to her in front of a mirror, adding, "Follow up, how does the lunar eclipse factor into this?"

Magica starts to answer, "Well, you see, I channel my powers-" She has a look of realization,then anger as she exclaims, "It's just magic, okay?!"

She tries to blast Huey again, but he dodges and she breaks a mirror.

Louie appears behind the mirror now that's it broken, and he exclaims, "Oh no, you broke the Mirror of Taiki!"

Magica asks, "The what now?!"

Louie responds like the answer is obvious, "Ancient artifact? Terrible curse if you break it?"

Magica responds, "I've never heard of it, and I am versed in all magics." Louie swims just under the surface of the gold coins as she fires magic blasts at him with each word, "Garlic! Demogorgan! Sumerian!"

Louie resurfaces, asking, "Sumerian? You were in that Dime a long time." He chuckles, adding, "Well, good luck with the curse!"

He starts walking away until Magica asks worriedly, "What kind of curse?!"

Louie lists off, "Grave misfortune, increased gullibility, a swift kick in the ribs!"

Magica asks, "A what?" Webby jumps, kicking Magica hard in the ribs as she exclaims, "My ribs!"

Webby growls, and I emerge from my hiding spot, smacking Magica in the back as hard as I can with my crutch.

Magica says, "Ooh, someone's mad."

Webby goes crazy, attacking Magica in a frenzy as she's barely able to fend her off with a shield.

Webby exclaims while fighting, "I just got a family! I thought I had a best friend in Lena! And you took that all away!"

I add, sweeping Magica's legs out from under her with my crutch, "You're just a giant jerk! You're a horrible person!"

Magica says as she uses her magic to float above us, "Lena couldn't be your friend because she was never real!"

A tear rolls down my cheek, and Webby says, "I don't believe you."

Magica floats back down, saying, "You had sleepovers with a shadow. You gave it a friendship bracelet!" She gestures at me, adding, "This one even developed a silly crush on it! Honestly, it's embarrassing how pathetic you all were. Here, let me put you out of your misery!"

Magica aims a magic blast at Webby and I, and I attempt to shield Webby with my back, but when I don't feel anything, I turn around, seeing a magic barrier around us.

I ask, "Huh?"

My shadow stretches toward Magica's shadow, then takes Lena's shape. Lena attacks Magica, exclaiming, "Get away from my best friends, Aunt Magica!"

Webby and I ask, "Lena?"

Magica exclaims, "Aunt? You're even worse than them! You aren't my family, you are nothing!"

She blasts Lena with her magic, and she disintegrates while we hear her screams fade away.

Webby exclaims, "No!"

I add, "Lena!"

We both tear up, and Webby stands up, becoming even more frenzied in her attacks against Magica. Dewey slides underneath, sneaking past Magica's shield and grabbing the Dime from her.

He exclaims, "Got it!"

Magica exclaims, "Hey!"

Webby breaks through her shield, tugging on Magica's hair. I hit her again a few more times with my crutch while Dewey hides behind a money pile, talking to Uncle Scrooge in the Dime. The money pile he's hiding behind gets blasted, and he exclaims, "Gah! Okay, not the time for a heart-to-heart!"

He exits the safety of the money pile, and Magica exclaims, "That's mine!"

She blasts at him with magic, but the Dime seems to be absorbing the blast, Uncle Scrooge popping out of it.

He exclaims, "Yah! Thanks, lad. Way to dispell your own spell, DeSpell! You know, I ought to thank you."

Magica asks, "For showing you how weak and pathetic you truly are? You're welcome!"

She tries to blast him, but he dodges, then says, "If you hadn't attacked me,my family may well have left forever. By trying to destroy me, you sort of saved my family."

Magica exclaims, "That's not what happened!"

She tries to blast him again, but Uncle Scrooge uses his cane to put a teapot in the way. It breaks, and he uses his cane to throw her magic staff into the air.

Uncle Donald tries to grab it from the diving board above, exclaiming, "I got it!"

He misses it, falling onto the money pile below. The staff falls onto his head, the gem on top cracking. Magica floats into the air, magic expelling from her mouth and arms, leaving her once green feathers white. She tries to use her hands to send a magic blast at Uncle Scrooge but nothing happens.

She exclaims, "My power's! They're gone! You ruin everything!"

Launchpad yells from far above, "Sorry to crash the party!" He lands directly on top of Magica, then says, "Huh, never crashed a 'me' before."

Magica shoves him off of her, exclaiming, "Curse you McDuck! You haven't seen the last of me!"

She throws a smoke bomb on the ground and nearly gets away before it disappates, but she slips, falling onto the gold before continuing to run away.

We all cheer, and Mrs. Beakley exclaims, "Good show!"

Uncle Donald adds, "Woohoo! We did it!"

Mrs. Beakley says, "We sure did. Now, about your boat."

Dewey exclaims, "Haha, yeah!"

Amidst the cheering around us, Webby and I are pouting.

Webby says, "Lena's... gone."

Huey says, "But she sacrificed herself to save you guys."

I smile a little, saying, "I guess she really was our best friend."

Dewey grabs my hand, gesturing to my friendship bracelet as he says, "She'll always be with you."

I smile, pulling him into a hug. He hugs me back, and Uncle Scrooge approaches us.

He says, "Huey, Louie, the third one, Izzy." He pretends to be disappointed before scooping us all into a hug, saying, "Curse me kilts, have I missed you!"

I chuckle, saying, "I missed you too, Uncle Scrooge."

Uncle Donald smiles, saying, "Family truly is the greatest-"

He starts coughing, and lands on all fours, cough out the Barksian Modulator like a cat coughs out a hairball.

We all make sound soft disgust, and Uncle Scrooge used the tip of his cane to hide the Barksian Modulator under some gold coins before asking, "Anyone up for a midnight swim?"

We all get in the gold coins, tossing some up into the air like confetti. Launchpad emerges from the gold, exclaiming, "Bleh! Don't drink this water!"

Soon after, Roxanne Featherly approaches the Bin and covers the story, ending with, "And so Duckburg is saved, thanks to Scrooge McDuck and his family!"

We go back home, Launchpad putting the house oat back in the pool where it belongs, and my brothers and I moving back into the mansion. Once my stuff is back in my room, I flop down onto my bed,breathing a sigh of relief. I finally feel at home here, and there's no more secrets between us. Our future is looking bright. I just wish Lena didn't have to lose her life in the process.

[abc-pumpkinz]

Wowzers

Old arts that I haven't posted here

[ducktoonsfanart]

Birthday party for Donald, Daisy and Della Duck! - Happy Birthday Donald, Daisy and Della Duck - Ducktales 2017 - Duckverse June - Week 1 - My Version - Gift for my friends

I drew on June 7th. After a long time, I decided to draw again related to Ducktales 2017, even though I'm not a fan of that series, but as they say everyone deserves a second chance. Is not it? So I decided to draw related to the great jubilee that is being celebrated these days and of course the favorite modern series by many, so I decided to draw Donald Duck, Della Duck and Daisy Duck with their family in Ducktales 2017 format, of course in my style. Because I'm not a fan of Ducktales 2017 style which is really weird for me.

On June 7, 1940, Donald's classic short "Mr Duck Steps Out" was shown, featuring Daisy Duck for the first time. 9/6/1934 The Classic Short "The Wise Little Hen" was shown and Donald Duck appeared there for the first time. Donald Duck will become one of the main stars of not only Disney, but also cartoon films, comics and video games at all. Certainly there is no need to tell his history. Della Duck is first mentioned in the comic book Donald's Nephews, and then made her first appearance in the 1994 comic strip "The Empire Builder from Calisota" by Don Rosa, from The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck. For the first time Della Duck appeared as a mother and adult woman and had a role in the Dutch comic "80 is Prachtig" from 2014, and she appears for the first time in animation in the Ducktales reboot. Also five years ago is the anniversary of the episode "What Ever Happened to Della Duck?!" where officially Della Duck got her role.

Well, since they are honored these days, and especially Donald Duck who is celebrating his 90th anniversary this year, I drew a birthday party where everyone celebrates their birthdays together. Donald, Daisy and Della Duck along with their family and their friends. Because what kind of birthday is it, without your closest ones. Yes, Donald is in the middle since he is definitely the main one, but he suffered a lot in that series so he definitely deserved the best. Finally, that Donald is happy after a long time and can finally rest. Yes, this is how I imagine the end of Ducktales 2017. And with him are his twin sister Della and his favorite love and girlfriend Daisy Duck. Yes, I also drew the characters as I like to imagine them in my Ducktales AU and Quack Pack reboot based on Ducktales 2017 as well as different outfits that would suit them quite well. Since I can't think of anything else, sorry, and I added Donald's nephews also wear caps and most of them wear jeans. Huey and Louie wear backwards hats. Yes, they are teenagers here too. :D And in front of Donald, of course, a birthday cake with cherries.

In addition to Donald, Daisy, and Della Duck, there are Donald's nephews Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck, plus Phooey Duck and Kabooie or Kablooie Duck (Donald's fifth nephew, usually wearing brown clothing), Gosalyn Mallard (who is with Huey), Webby Vanderquack and Lena De Spell (Sabrewing, otherwise they are together), May and June Duck, Violet Sabrewing, Scrooge McDuck, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera and Gandra Dee, Gladstone Gander, Fethry Duck, Drake Mallard, Launchpad McQuack, Gyro Gearloose (to draw alone how he smiles I didn't think I'd ever do this), Boyd Beaks-Gearloose and Bentina Beakley. And everyone together celebrates the important birthdays of the most important Ducktales characters. Adults and children together. Happy birthday to you Donald, Daisy and Della Duck!

If you are interested in more about these outfits, check out this drawing here: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/742447670629744640/quack-pack-week-quack-pack-original-vs-quack

Also, check out other Donald, Daisy and Della Duck birthday parties (adults and kids): https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/751985132490113024/donald-duck-della-duck-daisy-duck-gus-goose-and https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/751983235321430016/huey-dewey-and-louie-ducks-plus-phooey

Feel free to like and reblog, if you like this drawing and this version of the Ducktales characters, please also don't use the same versions without mentioning me. Thank you! Happy Birthday Donald, Daisy and Della Duck once again!

I also did this related to Duckverse June, so I'm dedicating this drawing as a gift to @tokuvivor , @secret-tester and @queer-in-a-cornfield . I also dedicate my gift to my friend from Discord, for @puffyducks @puffywuffy8904 who celebrated his birthday a month ago, and I wish him a happy birthday and sorry for the delay! Also, this is a gift for my friend @boingodigitalart, as well as for all of you who are fans of Ducktales 2017.

[tokuvivor]

could you write a story about Donald and Fenton?

Absolutely! Love both of them; intrigued by the idea of their dynamic.

And I will also get to that other story you requested; don’t worry.

I give you…

The Best Role Model

Originated from this post.

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera was a lot of things. He was a hard worker. He was a good son. He was a scientist (at least, he was still trying to work his way up there). And more recently, he was working on being a good friend.

The friend in question here was Huey Duck, the oldest great-nephew of Scrooge McDuck, for whom Fenton was employed.

Now, it may have been a little odd for Fenton to find a friend that was so much younger than him. After all, Fenton was in his mid-20s, while Huey was only 11. But Fenton liked Huey. Huey reminded him a bit of himself when he was younger. Besides that, Fenton didn’t know if he (or, for that matter, Dr. Gearloose) would’ve been able to fully figure out Fenton’s Gizmosuit were it not for Huey’s keen eye and pointers, which helped the two older scientists realize that the key to controlling the suit was Fenton himself. Or rather, his mind.

So needless to say, Fenton had a great amount of appreciation and respect for Huey. They’d occasionally hang out on their own, and more recently, Huey started helping out at the lab. Fenton was amazed at how hard Huey worked. It’d started out with basic tasks, like mopping the floor or helping clean the glassware, but gradually, Huey’d been taking on bigger and bigger roles in the lab. He felt so proud, and so was Fenton.

On this particular day, Fenton had just gotten out of work. He was feeling a bit worn-down, so he decided to go to a nearby cafe and get something to drink and boost his spirits.

He had just gotten his smoothie, and was turning towards the small arrangement of tables inside, when…

“Gah!”

He accidentally bumped into somebody.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?”

“Oh, my gosh, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Just a little jostled, is all.”

Fenton looked up, and finally got a good look at the man he had run into. The voice was unmistakable, but the black sailor suit confirmed it.

“Hey, you’re the boys’ uncle.”

“And you’re that scientist that Huey hangs out with.”

“I guess I am. It’s a pleasure, Mr. Duck,” Fenton replied, sticking out his hand.

“You can just call me Donald,” the sailor replied, shaking Fenton’s hand in return. “Donald Fauntleroy Duck.”

“Fenton Manuel Crackshell-Cabrera.”

“I just need to get my tea,” Donald pointed out. “Where are you sitting?”

“Oh! Uh, let’s do right over there,” Fenton answered, pointing to a table sort of nestled into a corner.

“Perfect.”

So Donald got his mug of tea, and then the two men sat down at the table.

“So,” Donald began, taking a sip of his tea, “what’s it like working for Uncle Scrooge?”

“There are things about it that could be a bit better,” Fenton admitted, “but it’s fun. It’s absolutely been a dream.”

“What’s it like with Gyro as your boss?” wondered Donald.

“He can be a bit cranky,” Fenton continued. “But he’s a good boss. His critiques only make me work harder.”

“Well, good for you,” Donald beamed. “And I agree; he can be a bit much at times.”

“Wait, you know Dr. Gearloose?” Fenton quizzed.

“Well, yes,” Donald admitted. “We actually go quite a ways back. We were good friends, er, back before I left to raise the boys. And after…”

“After…?”

“It’s complicated,” concluded Donald.

Fenton elected not to pry. “I’ve certainly heard about you raising the boys all on your own for ten years,” he continued. “That’s very admirable. And I should know. My p’pa died when I was very young, so most of my life, it’s just been me and M’ma. You’ve done very well for your nephews. You’re a very good role model.”

“Well, thank you,” replied Donald. “You’re not so bad yourself, from how I hear it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“Really. You shouldn’t sell yourself short on that, Fenton,” Donald elaborated. “Huey seems to have learned very well from you, and I appreciate you and Gyro taking him on in the lab. Well, not “taking him on”, per se, but you know what I mean. Huey has actually admired Gyro’s work for some time, even before he knew he worked for Uncle Scrooge. And he really looks up to you.”

Fenton was surprised at this. “He-he does?” he asked.

“Yep. For most of his life, he’s been the oldest, trying to be the model for his brothers,” Donald explained. “But even the oldest child needs someone to look up to like that. Tell me, Fenton. Do you have any siblings?”

“I do not,” Fenton replied.

“Well…” Donald trailed off.

“I mean, I’ve had a lot of friends,” Fenton admitted. “But really, none have been like Huey. He’s fantastic. And-well, shoot,” he said, swallowing a lump in his throat. “*cough* Sorry. I mean, if Huey does see me in that way, I’m honored. I can definitely see him like an hermanito, too.”

“Good. I’m glad,” Donald responded. “You know, I’m happy to finally get to talk to you, Fenton.”

“As am I, Donald,” agreed Fenton.

As the two men continued talking, they both realized something: despite their differing backgrounds, they weren’t so different themselves. They were both hard workers. They both knew how to put their minds to something and get it done. And their meeting also reiterated to Donald, and made Fenton fully realize, that they were both good role models.

[shychick-52]

Fenton's Big Lift

Beakley: Well, it’s a very ambitious idea, Della- I’ll give you that. But I just don’t believe it’s possible!

Della: Are you kidding?! It's true!

Gyro: Ohhh, what is it you're making a ruckus over this time, Della?

Della: Oh, hey, Gyro. I thought you said you were going to spend a quiet morning organizing your bowties!

Gyro: [Dryly] How could anyone effectively organize anything with you talking so loudly in my lab?

Beakley: Della here insists that Fenton is enough of a powerhouse to lift every single person in the family without the aid of the Gizmoduck armor!

Gyro: Oh, Della, not this again...

Della: It’s true! Gyyyyy, c'mon, you’ve seen it too!

Gyro: Now, Dr. Intern is… fairly capable, what with utilizing the Gizmoduck armor on a daily basis, but-

Della: Ha! You agree!

Gyro: I did not say-- Della, this family includes the likes of Launchpad and Mrs. Beakley. No one could--

Della: [Triumphantly] FENTON! CAN! LIFT! ANYONE!!

Gyro: I give up.

Beakley: Well, I simply can’t accept such a boast without proof.

Della: Oh, I can prove it! Look, here comes Fenton now! Watch this!

Gyro: What do you mean you can prove--

Fenton: [Coming downstairs from the lab's second story] Salutations, Della, Mrs. Beakley! Oh, Dr. Gearloose, I wanted to go over the latest plans with you for the-

Della: [Overlapping him, running off in his direction, leaping into the air] CANONBALL!!

[Fenton yelps, drops his blueprints, goes “Oof!” as he instinctively catches Della]

Della: TA-DAA!! Some reflexes, huh?

Beakley: That’s hardly convincing.

Gyro: Yes, I could probably lift you if sufficiently motivated, Della.

Della: And yet you never play “Throw-Della-up-in-the-air-as-hard-as-you-can-and-see-where-she-lands” with me!

Gyro: [Deadpan] We’ve talked about this!

Beakley: Well, I’m not convinced. [commandingly, Agent 22-mode] Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera! Front and center!

Fenton: Uh, yes, ma’am-

Beakley: [Snapping her fingers] Up, man! Up! Lift! Higher now-- with your knees-- all the way up-- there!!

Fenton: [Overlapping with Beakley's directions] What, oh, uh-- yes ma’am!-- [Strained, lifting] oof-- here we go-- uhf-- alrighty-- hup! [Somehow, miraculously, manages to lift her]

Gyro: [whispering to himself] That's incredible!

Beakley: Hm. Passable, I suppose. But I’m still not convinced.

Della: What the DUCK are you talkin' about, Mrs. B?? He managed to lift you up! Ooooh, Gyro next!

Fenton: [Gasping slightly, still recovering] All righty, then-

Gyro: Don’t. You. Dare.

Fenton: [Backing off] Wouldn’t dream of it!

Beakley: Besides, that would hardly be an adequate test of Fenton's strength. Gyro weighs as much as a wet paper bag.

Gyro: Hey!

Della: Oh, I know. I just thought it would be fun!

Gyro: Oh, look! Blue Nephew and McQuack! Let’s pay attention to them instead and leave me well alone! [Double-take, annoyed] Wait, what are they even doing here? Why is everyone congregating in my lab?

Launchpad: Hi, Mrs. B! Hi, Della! What’s going on?

Dewey: Hi, Mom. Can I get some money for-

Della: [interrupting Dewey] FENTON! LIFT DEWEY INSTEAD!

Fenton: Oh, okay. Up we go, then.

Dewey: Woo, I’m up here now!

Beakley: That’s ridiculous. Dewey is a child. You might as well put him down.

Fenton: Alrighty?

Dewey: [Mildly disappointed] Aaaand I'm on the floor again. Nerp- DEW-EY ME AGAIN!

[Fenton lifts him again]

Dewey: WOOO, and I'm back on top!

Launchpad: Life’s sure got its ups and downs, eh, buddy? [Pause] Uhh, but seriously, Della, what’s this game of yours?

Della: It’s not a game! I’m proving to Mrs. B that Fenton can lift everyone in the family!

Launchpad: Ohhh, why didn’t you say so? Fenton, ya shoulda started with me. Seein’ as I’m such a tiny lil' guy and all.

Fenton: [voice wavering] Uhh...

Launchpad: I mean, it wouldn’t be much harder than lifting a couple blueprints, huh? Picking up a lil' guy like me... it’s hardly even worth showin’ off at this point, when you’ve already managed folks so much bigger! But you might as well, just so you can say honestly you’ve managed the full collection later, right?

Della: If he can lift Mrs. B, he can lift anyone- even Launchpad!

Fenton: [resigned to what’s happening] Okay. I figure I can... yeah, yup, here we-- [grunting] Hup-- all right-- little more--

Launchpad: Whoa!

Della: YES!!

Beakley: Oh!

Gyro: [Openly impressed this time, can't keep his eyes off Fenton] Oh, my!

Dewey: Woo, way to dewey it, Fenton!

[One solid beat. Then Fenton collapses, taking Launchpad down with him with a loud “OOF!” from them both]

Launchpad: Wow, uh-- that was impressive, Fenton! You all right?

Fenton: [Horribly out of breath] Yep, j-just peachy, LP. Thanks for asking!

Beakley: Well, I still say it’s only just passable. Launchpad, come here. I’m going to show Fenton how it's done!

Gyro: No! I’m ending this right now! You've all wasted quite enough of my time and Dr. Intern's! Everybody, out of my lab!

Della: Fine. But later on, I want to see Fenton lift up Penny!

Beakley: Oh, honestly, Della.

Dewey: Oh, I am so recording that! Fenton, you're gonna be on my show this weekend! Don't worry, your secret identity is safe. Not that everyone doesn't already know you're Gizmoduck.

[They all leave]

Gyro: [Helping Fenton to his feet, rolling his eyes] You always did work too hard.

(For the audio source, see here)

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[uncaaj]

Fanfic: The Triple Tandem Strike! (DuckTales 17)

Originally published in the Team Science Zine. GET THE ZINE HERE!

READ NOW ON AO3!

The sliding glass doors parted, blowing the stale air of wood wax, burnt fluorescent bulbs, and haggis into the faces of Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, Gyro Gearloose, and Fethry Duck. Lil Bulb couldn’t smell this strong mish-mash because they didn’t have nostrils. Yet.

Gyro crinkled his beak and exhaled sharply through his nose. “Somehow,” he said, “this smells exactly like a bowling alley Mr. McDuck purchased from Flintheart Glomgold.”

“I think that’s a more telling sign,” said Fenton, pointing straight ahead. Indeed, across the back wall of the 20 bowling lanes, sometimes blocked by attendants passing dressed in full highland wear, was a mural of rolling green Scottish hills backed by a blazing sunset.

“It’s got charm,” said Fethry as they approached the main counter. “It’s homey.”

Gyro rolled his eyes. “If you like Glomgold’s Scotland, which no one does.”

“I’m sure these people would love to lose the kilts as soon as possible,” Fenton concurred.

“Ain’t that the truth,” said the shaggy-haired attendant, adjusting his kilt. “We blame the high turnover on the itchiness alone. Anyway, what can we do ya for?”

“Hour rental and three pairs of shoes,” Gyro deadpanned.

The attendant smirked in surprise before fishing the shoes from below. “What’s his deal?” he asked.

“He just doesn’t like bowling,” said Fenton.

“My work outing preference was maliciously overruled,” Gyro grumbled.

“Well, I see it as democracy prevailing,” said Fethry.

“A nephew of McDuck would say that,” Gyro sneered.

Fenton stepped in between the two. “O-o-okay, we all deserve this break from work. We are going to relax and have fun, and nothing will go wrong, alright?”

“Sure thing!” said Fethry.

Gyro crossed his arms. “Fine.”

+++

Across the lanes, a white ball with baby blue streaks slammed into the deck and hooked to the left into the gutter. It took the roll of shame all the way to the end and every single pin remained, solid, mocking its thrower.

“Come on!” crowed Mark Beaks, punching the air. “Throwing a ball into some lousy pins should not be this hard!”

Falcon Graves’ eye twitched as the grating squawk of his employer broke his concentration on his target. “It might be for someone who’s never done any exercise.”

Mark stomped over to his bodyguard. “Hey, a billionaire’s thing is exercising without doing dumb real exercise. Mark Beaks will not follow the normies and golf!”

Falcon sighed and closed his assassin mobile game to give his boss his full attention. “You destroyed a mini golf windmill because you went five over par.”

Mark pointed a finger in Falcon’s face. “Shut your mouth! You’re just like my dad!”

“That’s what you said last time,” Falcon mumbled, not paying attention anymore.

Mark huffed, marching to the ball rack, dark clouds storming above his head. “I’ll show those loser boomers. I can do sports. I can be a well-rounded billionaire.” He shoved a kid down by his face and carried the heaviest ball he could find back to his lane.

Or rather, as Fethry observed while holding a ball to his ear, “Fascinating. It’s like a jellyfish dragging a brain coral across the ocean floor.”

Fenton looked up from the tablet and saw the struggling gray macaw heave the great sphere on his ball machine and collapse to his knees, panting. “I’d almost feel bad for Mark if it weren’t for the thieving of my concepts, the numerous assaults on me and my friends’ lives, and what’s worse, the microaggressions.” Fenton shuddered at the memory.

Gyro tugged the laces of his bowling shoes tight and stood up. “He’s a petulant baby. If we don’t pay attention to him, hopefully he’ll give up and leave.”

“You’re right,” said Fenton, shaking his head and giving the touchscreen some final taps to officially start their game. “Your turn first, Fethry!”

Fethry looked back and sauntered over. “The book I read beforehand says to find a ball that speaks to you.” He held out a red ball, scuffed with years of use. “And this one says, ‘I’m a star!’”

“Are you sure it didn’t just sound like the ocean?” Gyro quipped.

“It’s your first time, right?” said Fenton, sitting on the tartan-wrapped bench. “Focus on throwing it straight. Good luck!”

“If it goes anywhere besides the lanes besides, I’ll be surprised,” Gyro whispered. Fenton elbowed him as Fethry stepped up and checked his aim. He chucked his ball with all the grace of a sea lion and it traveled straight and true on its way to bowling over every pin.

“I know that! That’s a strike!” Fethry cheered, hopping from foot to foot. “Boyoboy!”

Gyro cleared his throat and Fenton clapped. “Way to go, Fethry!”

Fethry beamed and walked back as Gyro took his ball to the lane. He eased into a wide stance and heaved it down the center with both hands. It rolled at a snail’s pace and curved to the left, clipping one pin.

Gyro sniffed. “Sports are not scientific,” he said, returning to his seat.

Fenton stepped up and threw his ball with enthusiasm. It looked good and true and resulted in a 7-10 split. Fenton placed his hands on his hips. Strike up above him, one pin just below… “And here I am, stuck in the middle with you,” he said.

Crunching and crashing bellowed immediately followed by a deafening roar. Fenton whipped his head around to see a giant Mark Beaks rip his shirt off and send plastic chairs flying with one swipe of his bulging, muscular arm. Bystanders howled in fear and ran for any cover still standing. Before he could even comprehend what was going on, a falcon in a suit bolted toward them and shouted, “Get down!”

He was tackled along with Gyro and Fethry before he could think, hitting the deck hard as a bowling ball clattered down next to them and rolled away. 

“I apologize for this,” said Falcon, “he did this the last time as well. And then sued the mini golf after his rampage. And lost.”

Gyro picked up his hat. “I’m sure if we keep our heads down and don’t let him see us, we can get out safely. Then McDuck can write this off or something.”

“But then where will Duckburg bowl?” Fethry asked.

“They’ll play a board game, like normal people!” Gyro hissed.

“No, Fethry’s right!” said Fenton, wriggling out of Falcon’s hold.

“You didn’t bring the suit, though!” said Gyro. “Stop him, whoever you are!”

Falcon let Fenton go and shrugged at Gyro. “Mark doesn’t pay me enough for that.”

Fenton emerged from behind the bench and pointed at the behemoth Beaks. “HEY, YOU!”

Mark dropped the balls in his arms and turned to Fenton, his beak curling into a devious grin. “Well, hey there, Gizmoloser!” he mocked, his timbre unaffected by his body’s growth. “Long time no beat!”

I’ll take “Gizmoloser” any day over “amigo,” Fenton thought before declaring, “You’d better stop this temper tantrum of yours, or you’ll be sorry!”

“Pffft! Big words against a big manly man like Megabeaks!” He snatched up the heaviest ball and threw it like a baseball at the pins. It was the perfect intimidating move. The pins collapsed in a great crash, and suddenly, Megabeaks’ puny brain had a brain blast. “You know what? I’m pretty good at this now.”

He looked back at Fenton, whose eyes were wide at the display of utter and absolute skill. “You wanna take this on? Let’s do it! First to a turkey gets to brag about this on social media, and I won’t take it down.”

“Alright then,” said Fenton, not sure what exactly he was getting into.

“Falcon!” Megabeaks called out. “Where’d you go?!”

Falcon popped up, holding Fethry and Gyro in each hand by their scruffs.

Fethry looked to Falcon and then to Megabeaks. “Do either of you perchance read Mass in Minutes by Arnold Schwarzenebird?”

“Know what?” said Megabeaks, “I’ll even let your nerd friends be on your team. I can beat anyone like this, no British bodyguards needed!”

Falcon dropped them, visibly offended. “Right. I’ll be over here then,” he said tersely as he walked toward the front counter.

“You know he’s gonna call the police, right?” asked Gyro.

“As if, losers!” Megabeaks scoffed. “I pay his dry cleaning bills! BWAHAHAHAHA!”

Fenton was embarrassed for him as he gathered his friends in a huddle. “I was scared the first time, but he's truly pathetic.”

“Is Falcon really gonna call the police?” Fethry asked.

“I promised him a 20% raise. We could use a bodyguard,” said Gyro. “McDuck authorized me to.”

Fenton shrugged. “Money talks.”

Gyro nodded. “So we just have to stall long enough for the police to nab him.”

“But we can beat him!” said Fethry.

“Absolutely not!” Gyro snapped. “Do not get a big head because you bowled a strike on your first throw!”

“But I know a special throw from my book! The triple tandem strike! Lookit…”

Megabeaks tapped his fingers against his arm as the science nerds seemed to be taking forever in their little huddle. “Are you telling your dumb life stories to each other? FACE ME!”

“Break!” said Fethry, and the trio lined up, ready for battle.

Megabeaks grabbed a ball and grinned devilishly. “You go first.”

“Okay, everyone,” said Fethry, “just like we planned. Ready?”

“This defies all logic but I’m ready,” Gyro said, placing his green ball on the foul line.

Fenton set his down next to Gyro’s. “Let’s go, Fethry!” The two stepped to the side, placing their trust in their most eccentric colleague.

Fethry steeled his gaze at the two balls and raised his own. “Limber…loose…feet apart.”

“GET ON WITH IT!” Megabeaks bellowed.

Fethry wasn’t fazed. “10:00…2:00, quarter to three, tour jeté, twist, pas de deux, I'm a little teapot!”

Megabeaks was stunned at the display of pure buffoonery that was Fethry waving his ball around in some freak dance, but now it was at the apex.

“Now the windup…and let 'er fly!” The ball left Fethry’s hand and whizzed toward the balls. It connected perfectly, sending each one to the lanes on either side. They hit their marks, felling each set of pins like they were made of marshmallows, while Fethry’s ball arched over the middle lane, reaching earth again in a sea of tumbling pins. Not one withstood the onslaught.

Fenton and Gyro cheered and high-fived. Fethry wiped his hand on his blazer and crossed his arms. “Perfect.”

Megabeaks stood like a gobsmacked statue before picking his jaw up off the floor. “PRACTICER!” he fumed, “You rehearsed that knowing I’d be here!”

“Mark Beaks,” said Gyro, shaking his head. "I knew you were stupid, but even you’ve impressed me.”

“It’s the triple tandem strike,” said Fethry, “invented by 15-time champion bowler George Geef, and it’s regulation- Oops!”

Fethry was hastily hoisted into the air by his front and came face-to-face with a steaming Megabeaks.

“I’LL REGULATION YOUR FACE, YOU LOW-DOWN, LUCKY, CRINGE, BOOMER, NO-RIZZ-“

POP!

Fethry yelped as Mark’s arm began to curdle like bad oatmeal, then a chorus of popcorn-like bangs chorused around them and Fethry saw the ground getting closer. As the popping died down and the smoke cleared, Fethry felt his feet touch the floor and beheld a normal, scrawny, weakling Mark Beaks, wearing tatters for clothes. Fethry took that moment to wipe excess spittle from his bill.

Mark looked like he might cry. “I-it lasted longer last time.”

Sirens grew in volume and suddenly, the doors burst open. “POLICE! Come out with your hands up!”

Thus Mark Beaks was carted off to jail for the second time that year. When Scrooge arrived a few moments later, he assured the team that he would wring every last dollar out of the Waddle CEO possible, and use it to remodel the bowling alley into something Duckburg could be proud of.

+++

Back at the lab, the three scientists were gathered around the coffee station, sipping their mugs in contentment. Gyro broke the silence with, “I must say, if that’s what bowling can be, I may actually take it up.”

“And I can be your teacher!” said Fethry. “The book I read will have you a pro in no time!”

“Whatever you say,” said Gyro.

“Good job, Fethry,” said Fenton. 

The three raised their glasses to a fun outing and to the beauty of hitting billionaires where it hurt: damages and legal fees.

[gyroscrewloose22]

The 1987 gandra dee and Fenton crackshell are a lot like Diane and Mr peanut butter from bojack horseman . If you've seen both shows I don't really have to explain

[askfentoncrackshellcabrera]

No rush in asking Mr. Mcduck Fenton. I'm just curious is all.

Mcduck Fenton? I'm Crackshell Cabrera. I am not related to Scrooge.

[ask-huey-duck]

BUT SERIOUSLY HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?! @dragongirl98765 Thank you for your question! Sorry I was really late on it! TwT

[writebackatya]