Donald being best boy and loves girls.
Donald: Hey-ya, Daisy!
Daisy: Donald?
Donald: *takes out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back*
Daisy: My favorites!
Gladstone: Hey, Daisy?
Daisy: What?
Gladstone: *presents a bouquet of 101 roses and a box of chocolates*
Daisy: Oh, Gladstone!~
Donald: ...
Donald: And why did I keep trying at all? *leaves flowers and leaves*
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Donald: Hi, Minnie!
Minnie: Donald! Hello, how are you?
Donald: I'm fine, but...
Minnie: ??
Donald: *pulls out a basket with lilacs and violets from behind his back*
Donald: It will be better after you smile~ *wink wink*
Minnie: Oh, Donald! *laughs and slaps Donald lightly on the shoulder*
Minnie: Did you make the basket yourself?
Donald: Of course! *Proudly*
Minnie: Thank you, Donnie!
Donald and Minnie: *hugs*
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Donald: Hello, Clarabelle.
Clarabelle: Donald? Hello there, dou you need something?
Donald: Actually, yes.
Clarabelle: ?
Donald: *takes out a bouquet of strawberries and a guitar with a red ribbon*
Donald: Your smile~
Clarabelle: Did you use the smile compliment again?
Donald: Did Minnie tell you?
Clarabelle: Yeah.
Donald: I don't surprise.
Clarabelle: But it's very cool.
Donald: Yeah?
Clarabelle: Yeah.
Donald: Oh, thanks.
Clarabelle: No, thank you. I didn't expect a bouquet of strawberries.
Donald: Goofy tell what you don't really like flowers.
Clarabelle: I get it. Thank you, Donald.
Donald: Always welcome.
Clarabelle and Donald: *hugs*
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Donald: Since March 8, Grandma Duck!
Donald: *gives her fresh pastries*
Grandma Duck: Oh, thank you, Donnie!
Grandma and Donald: *hugs and kiss*
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Donald: Hey, Ma?
Hortense: Mm? Yeah, Donnie, what's wrong?
Donald: *gives a pendant with photos inside, in the first she is with a Quackmore, and in the second he is with Della and the boys*
Donald: I love you.
Hortense: Aw.. Tha gaol agam ortsa cuideachd, a ghràidh!
Hortense and Donald: *hugs*
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Donald: Dumbella?
Della: What you need, Dick Duck?
Donald: *gives a photo album with all (especially shameful) photos of boys*
Della: ...
Della: I'm so fucking love you sometimes.
Donald: And I love you always.
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Donald: Webby? Can I bother you?
Webby: Hm? Of course, what happened, Unca Donald?
Donald: I noticed that you like to weave bracelets and...
Donald: *gives her a large set for beading*
Donald: If you don't like it, I can buy you something else.
Webby: *presses his hands to his beak and quickly jumps on the spot*
Webby: I LOVE IT!!
Webby: *jumps on Donald with hugs*
Donald: Oh! I'm glad to hear that.
Donald and Webby: *hugs*
+bonus
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Donald: *calmly drinking tea*
Scrooge: *comes running, stops and violently catches his breath*
Scrooge: Hey, Donnie!
Scrooge: *kisses Donald on the cheek*
Donald: You decided to give Goldie and Bridget gifts on March 8th, but now you need to hide somewhere, right?
Scrooge: Right.
Donald: *sigh* Okay, let's go.
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Della: Yo, Don!
Webby: Unca Donald, look!
Donald: ?
Donald: *spits out the tea he was drinking*
Webby with a magic blade: Look what Uncle Scrooge gave us!
Della with a gun: Cool, right?
Donald: ...
Donald: UNCLE SCROOGE
Scrooge is in his Money Bin: I don't feel safe.
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*Magica and Daisy beat Gladstone*
Donald: *looks at this*
Donald: Interesting.
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Donald: I'm home!
Kids: For you, unca!
Kids: *gives flowers and sweets*
Donald: ...
Scrooge with a bouquet: Do you like it?
Donald: Sometimes I hate you, unckie.
Scrooge: !!
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I love you, girls~💕
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Donald and Della were Hortense and Quackmore’s miracle babies.
According to Frank (before he deleted the post), in DT17, Donald and Della came from the same egg. In the real world, two ducklings forming in a single egg is incredibly rare, and usually only one survives hatching, if both don’t die.
In Don Rosa’s timeline, Quackmore and Hortense were 45 and 44 respectively when they had their twins, which is very late to have your first child, especially back in the 1920s, when pregnancy and neonatal care wasn’t as advanced as it is today.
Putting these two ideas together, here were Hortense and Quackmore, in their mid forties, knowing this new egg was their only chance to have a biological child.
But wait — suddenly they were told that there’s something wrong, there’s two babies in one egg, they’re squished together and there isn’t enough nutrients for both of them.
They’ll be lucky if one survives. Maybe neither will survive.
Hortense and Quackmore are devastated and wracked with anxiety through the incubation period.
But both babies seem to be doing alright.
And then, the twins hatch, and they’re both alive!
And they stay alive! They’re thriving!
And Hortense and Quackmore are the happiest, most grateful parents in the whole world, because when they thought they had lost their only chance at a baby, they got two babies instead!
And then they only get to spend a little over a decade with their miracle babies…
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