it’s Mother’s Day
you know what that means
Mom? No, I think you mean Jungle Gym.
Happy mother's day!!!
Happy Mother’s Day to Best Mom Della Duck ❤️💙💚
moar nsb makeovers! i know i already did Symphony but i changed him just sliiightly from last time. And Venus get a makeover as well! i decided to stick to the theme of using EA haircolors aslkjsd
Dewey, coming back to the triplet’s room after getting home: Why are you on the floor?
Louie: I’m depressed.
Louie, weakly: Also, I was stabbed. Can you go get Huey, please?
The Amazon Part 2
With all the coins collected I was able to find the temple but ran into a boss. Luckily the tribe was able to give us the treasure we was looking for.
happy mothers day!! have some older art I made of della and her boys :]
Thank you Mom!!🚀
Happy Mother's Day to all!
[School of Rock musical Dewey Finn X Female!Reader]
Summary: Dewey hits it off with an old band rival from his high school days. Masterlist
Word count: 4.5k words (jesus christ)
Tag(s): 17+ | Enemies to Lovers, past relationship, rival music groups, I have not seen the movie nor the musical I’m just playing it by ear here, nasty dirty making-up-for-lost-time kind of sex, and PROTECTED sex thankyouverymuch.
AN: It’s Sinday and I’ve got the Rock N’ Roll fever! The title is the name of the rival band, reader was unsure of their gender at the time (hey some of us still haven’t got it figured out, it's a'ight). Self edited. Also recently became obsessed with Alex Brightman sendhelp.
It’s spring: prime time for music competitions and opportunities on the wind. The School of Rock had opted to attend Haverford Junior Music Play Off as Horace Green’s Middle School Band this time around, with their classic instruments rather than their rock gear. They still bring Mr. Schneebly– or rather Dewey Finn, of course.
Dewey’s still hard up for rent money and never passes up an opportunity to chaperone for his young bandmates. Once Ned’s girlfriend Patty came around to it, she had been the one to suggest that Dewey could make money as a private music instructor and find clients at these kinds of events. The music may not be his cup of red bull and Jager but it wouldn’t kill him to listen to something different for a change. At least that’s how Summer phrased it.
“- And the Laureates is a woodwind quartet with a bassoonist as their lead–"
"Yeahyeahyeah Summer? Sweetie? I don’t have enough hands for this,” Dewey interrupted as he dropped yet another tennis ball. “What is this even for?"
"So the chairs don’t squeak,” she replied. “You’re supposed to put them on the legs, why are you holding all of them?"
”… because you just kept handing them to me?“
Sophia and Shonelle are quick to help Dewey, taking the tennis balls and handing them off to Mason and Marcy who bring them to Tomika, Freddy, and Madison to apply to their chairs. Freddy’s got himself covered in duct tape in no time but with the help of Katie, he’ll be presentable by the time they go on stage.
Once he is finally unburdened with the neon yellow anti scrape wear, Dewey surveys the competitors, sizing them up. It’s a formal affair, so everyone’s dressed to impress in a subdued and sophisticated way. There’s this really gorgeous woman standing over her students with a skirt that hugs her figure just right and he has to look the other way for a second. When he looks back to admire her further, well, she’s looking right at him.
You’ve seen him before. You can’t remember where or how, but you know him. He’s quite dashing, you hear yourself thinking, even in his mildly rebellious Horace Green uniform. Sleeves rolled up and collar unbuttoned at his throat but just the one. How can this man be so familiar and yet so foreign to you?
A kid grabs his attention by literally clasping his chin and dragging his face down to look at her. She’s speaking sternly as if he is the misbehaving child and she is the adult. It’s quite fascinating to watch, especially how he just lets her. The girl grasps him by the elbow and he offers you a small wave before being whisked away out of the mess hall with the rest of his company.
He sees you again when he literally runs into you a half hour later in the crowded hallways. You’re even prettier up close, soft when you bump against him, and did he mention pretty? Like stunning? Like a punk rockstar who got her start rebelling against the all girls Catholic school she attended and somehow the two meshed together into a well-to-do woman in her early thirties?
“Wait,” he breathed, “Mx. Honey? Is that… you?”
Your eyes grew to the size of two full moons. “Dewey. Fucking. Finn. Oh my god!”
“Language,” one of the many many kids around you said.
Dewey wasn’t sure if the once over you gave him was disapproving or if you were undressing him with your eyes but either way it made him hot under the collar. “What the heeeECK are you doing here?”
“I’m the music instructor for Halley Cosgrove Academy,” you replied. “And you? Are you a teacher, or are one of these tots yours?”
“Nonononono,” Dewey waved his hands frantically, “no, these are my bandmates.”
“… come again,” you said with a cheeky little smile.
“I mean my new bandmates. No Vacancy kicked me out, you know ‘cause I was so awesome, and then I- I started a new band called School of Rock with these kids. Bu-but ih we’re not here for that, I’m just kinda here to support them.”
You bobbed your head in faux understanding, but upon further inspection you realize he’s being serious. From the way the kids looked up to this man you once knew as a complete self obsessed goofball like they were good friends, you believed him. It was nice to see he wasn’t washed up in some bar grumbling about his high school days like you worried he’d be one day… but you weren’t ready to reveal that just yet.
"Well, if they play as well as you did back in the day," you said stepping well into his personal space, "then my kids will only mop the floor with them."
You smile brightly in his face and watch his eyes narrow.
"That a challenge, Honey?"
Dewey looked at you in disbelief, far better at meeting your eyes than he used to be. "Game on then, baby."
As band after band played and Dewey stood next to the stage waiting to be called with his kids, he thought of you. His mind drifted away from the dulcet tones of practiced child musicians to the hardcore riffs and throat tearing screams of his younger years, when your two bands would butt heads at gigs and skateparks. How easy it was to trade insults in front of your friends and then kiss you like you could make him the rock god he always wanted to be in private.
Mostly you fucked. In bathroom stalls and janitorial closets and bar nooks and twice on the county Ferris wheel. It was always quick and dirty because the two of you could be caught at any moment just trying to explore each other’s bodies in the sparing time that you had. That’s what being with you behind his bandmates’ back felt like. Quick and dirty and so good. That Catholic school girl shit really drummed up and dragged some demons into you (rather than out of you).
Dewey closed his eyes and pictured the one time he had you in his bed at his parents’ house. Both of you turned eighteen in the same week and you had been the one to suggest you ‘celebrate.’ Security was way too tight at your school, sneaking out was one thing but sneaking in? And a boy at that? That shit would have ruined your entire education.
So he had you in his bed, skirt up to your ribcage and pounding away like a boy- now-man possessed but careful to be quiet and not make noise when you let out this moan. And it was so loud and lecherous that young Dewey had panicked and covered your face with a pillow. Too little too late because his dad was already charging up the stairs by then, but it was worth a shot at least...
Dewey slid back into the present just as the band on stage came to their finale and jumped when he felt hands on his shoulders. Someone pressed their lips to the shell of his ear and whispered sending shivers cascading down his spine.
"Thought I’d never see you in a place like this,” you confessed.
You felt Dewey relax under your hands. God he radiated heat so deliciously. If you could put your hands on him all the time you would.
He turned his head an inch to say, “that’s my line, actually. So how’s life been treating you? You look good."
You don’t press your body into his back because there are children in every corner of the room. You do keep one hand on his shoulder as you come to stand in front of him to talk but also watch the performances. The ghost of a touch warms your hip and just as quickly disappears a second later making you shiver.
"Oh you know, the usual.” You didn’t want to spill your guts, not yet anyways, so you played him a highlight reel. “Graduate high school, drop out of college, get married, get divorced, band breaks up, no friends, new dad, and back on my feet thanks to an affinity for music– you know–"
”- yeah, the usual,“ he chuckled. You looked at him expectantly and he stuttered. "I’ve uh… I guess I kinda went to a dark place for a while after losing the band and my job at the record store… but I’m good now.” He smiled to himself. “Yeah, I'm… I’m doing OK. I’m happy."
You can’t keep the soft smile off your face if you tried. "Yeah I can tell."
The two of you stared at each other for a while until Dewey looked away and his eyes fell on your students. "Kindergarten?,” he asked with his thumb over his shoulder.
“Second graders,” you corrected. “Mostly training in piano, violin, and woodwind. I have a small class of eighth graders in the morning who do jazz related brass. You know, rebellious private school malarkey."
Dewey chuckled, "you know a thing or two about that! I bet you’re a great teacher."
"The best,” you agree.
The next band ends and you have to leave to give one last pep talk to your kids before they go on but you make sure Dewey’s watching as you slip your phone into his pocket. It ends up back in your possession three performances later, after Horace Green rocked the stage with an excerpt of Fanfare and Allegro which bled into War Pigs by Black Sabbath at the very end for a little flair. The crowd erupted into applause when you felt a hand at the small of your back and your phone pressed into your upturned palm. Dewey was bold enough to drop a quick peck on your cheek before slinking away into the shadows. One of his kids was eyeing you up suspiciously but you paid her no mind. You made plans to meet up after work at the nearest bar.
He’s exactly as fun as you remembered. And somehow sexier. Sweeter, little rounder, a real peach of a person with a little chili pepper thrown in. He’s still passionate but kinder now, too, he plays at being annoyed with differing opinions instead of actually being annoyed like teenagers do. Older and wiser.
That is why your jacket ends up on the welcome mat of his apartment floor. His hands feel like fire scathing your belly, your sides, up your arms and down over your breasts like he can’t believe you’re real. He tastes like the beer he was drinking at the bar, and when he squeezes your ass, you purr into his mouth.
“Oh my god,” you gasp as Dewey plants kisses down your neck, “take this fucking sweater off right now."
You feel him chuckle before he spins you around and gives you a gentle push forward. You walk on shaking legs deeper into the apartment, stopping in the hall when you hear voices. A very shirtless Dewey is suddenly pressing into your back and dragging you to hide when a door opens and light spills out from a room.
”– come on, Ned, we can’t keep my friends waiting anymore,“ a red haired woman appeared pulling a lanky man behind her by the collar. The man, Ned, whips his head around to protest but catches sight of the underdressed pair in the shadows. Dewey waves, and Ned opens his mouth to speak but the woman is still walking and his chance passes when she drags into the living room and out of sight.
You hear the door slam and jump, feeling Dewey’s arms tighten around your waist. "Geez Louise. She didn’t even see us."
"And thank god for that,” Dewey replied.
He opened the door behind him and you flipped on the lights– revealing his bedroom with band posters on the walls and messy black sheets over the bed. He left his guitar in the van but his drum set and amps are here, taking up space in the corner. You feel his hands smooth over your clothed breasts and his stubble catches on your thin shirt. You want more of him, no barriers. You slide your hands over his to reach your buttons, loving the way he lavishes your neck with kisses. He barely helps trying to undo buttons from the bottom up with his fumbling fingers while you work down.
You gasp at the feeling of his teeth scraping the junction where your neck meets your shoulder.
“Fuck me,” you groan.
“I’m trying,” Dewey replies with a smirk.
You manage to peel yourself away and flop onto the bed. Kicking your shoes off dramatically, you slide your skirt up and make sure he’s watching as you reveal the lacey tops of your thigh highs and the garter. Dewey swallows audibly, and you see him wipe sweat from his palms very close to the tent in his pants.
“Off,” you ask sweetly, gesturing to his jeans.
Dewey is eager to be naked, but he’s too impatient for you to do the same. He’s happy to push you further up the bed, tongue wetting his lips as he memorizes the look of you– half dressed and drunk with anticipation. Unbeknownst to you, Dewey is very very eager to show you all that he’s learned about pleasing women (or those assigned such at birth). He is happy to hook your legs around his shoulders, caressing and squeezing your thighs as he works his way down, closer to your center and in no hurry like the rush from before. He’s warming you up, but…
Your old boyfriend Dewey from high school ate pussy to please you. This Dewey? Eyes closed and salivating like a starving man? This Dewey eats pussy for his pleasure, and that turns you on way more than you thought it would. And that first swipe with the flat of his tongue on your sex has your legs quivering.
You want to watch him but it feels too good, there’s too much sensation to keep your eyes open. Dewey switches lazily between circling your clit with his tongue and dipping it into your core. Panting, your legs can’t decide if they want to open to give him more room and close to feel his soft hair on your sensitive inner thighs. You’re almost embarrassed for how wet you get, but in the back of your mind you know he couldn’t be happier.
You tug at your bra if only to combat the heat licking is way up your body. Dewey dips two fingers into you almost without warning and it burns so good you reward his efforts by not holding back a single sound. You think it spurs him on even more, pumping you just right as if he remembered exactly how to play your body. His very own second guitar.
“Dewey,” you breath, “wanna come with you–"
You meant to finish with "inside me,” but then he did something different and you cut yourself off with a growling moan and your pussy gripping his fingers like a vice for a moment as you tried to come back from the edge he was trying to push you off of. You feel rather than see Dewey shake his head.
“I won’t last,” he admits from the apex of your thighs. Voice muffled, “been too long. Missed you…"
Gathering what a mess he’s making of you now, he couldn’t possibly mean you were the last person he had sex with. He was simply trying to say two things at once (and you were happy to soak in the affirmation of your feelings being mutual). So you let him take you to that ledge and don’t hold back as you fall off, deep into abysmal black bliss where stars explode behind your eyelids.
You have to push him off once it becomes too much, taking a fistful of those lustrous, wavy locks and tugging probably too hard (but he doesn’t seem fazed by it). Your throat burns from screaming and your legs are starting to cramp, but you push him up and off with your feet to find a more comfortable position by the headboard (sans your shirt and bra this time).
Dewey Finn looks at your body with hunger and admiration. You feel close to god like beneath his gaze, and watch with a newborn fire in your belly as he crawls back up to you. He hesitates to kiss your lips– his face is glistening with your slick– so you help him by pulling those soft locks again. It’s Dewey’s turn to moan into your mouth, tasting tangy like citrus instead of beer now.
His cock bobs between your bodies and leaks at the tip. You feel like there’s something you’re forgetting but then his hand is squeezing your thigh and his chest is so fucking warm pressed against you.
You’re mumbling something into his mouth and he pulls back reluctantly but stays close as the tips of your noses brush. “What was that?”
“Condoms,” you repeat breathlessly.
Dewey’s eyes widen, and he glances towards his nightstand, then back at you and he’s sure his ears are turning red. "Umm… we’re not gonna find any in here."
Dewey hadn’t slept with anyone in six months, the condoms that were there were definitely expired by now. Not knowing what else to do, he sits up and wracks his brain for your options as his fingers dance on top of his bare thighs.
He panics when the bed moves and he watches as you roll onto your stomach to reach for something off the side of the bed– exactly where you’d discarded your top earlier. Fearing you were getting dressed to leave, Dewey leaps off of the bed and fumbles around for his jeans.
"I can run to the store and get some,” he yells, “or– or Ned and Patty might have some in their room I’m sure they won’t mind if we borrow a few–"
His head shoots up to catch you pulling a silver foil package from some secret sleeve on the inside of your bra. He nearly trips out of his hastily put on pants to stare open mouthed at you. You raise but a single eyebrow at him and let the package dangle between you.
"If that’s the same Ned I know from high school, we might not have all night,” you tease him with a crooked smile. “Now take those off and get back over here."
Dewey relieves himself of bated breath and the jeans caught around his ankles. You look like a fucking dream in nothing but thigh high stockings and your skirt wrinkled all to hell, hair getting mussier every time he sinks his hands into it. He’s prepared to reclaim his place on top when you force him down to the bed by the longer hair at his crown and climb over him.
As he felt you start to straddle his back, Dewey wriggles and flips so he’s face up, and the strange but not unwelcome joy at being in such a vulnerable position is filed away in his memory bank of ‘things I’ll analyze later.’ The man lets you settle in his bare lap and in reaching for the foil, is shocked to have you pull back like a toddler.
"I’ll do it, thank you.” Oh god, you’re not gonna… Dewey’s definitely heard way too many stories and he’s eager to see if your oral skills have improved as much as his since graduation. He is only mildly disappointed when you don’t stick the uncovered condom in your mouth to put it on him but less so as evidenced by his eyes rolling back into his head feeling your hands where he needs them the most.
“It’s red, why’s it red,” he hears himself ask, groaning it out as you stroke him once to ensure the condom is on correctly.
“It’s cherry flavored,” you chuckle.
“Oh of course it is,” he says breathlessly. You hate cherry flavor, he remembers that much.
You look like a tigress posed to strike as you brace your hands on his shoulders and rise to reposition yourself on his hips. Dewey’s embarrassed by the noise that leaves him as you sit and trap his cock between his belly and your dripping pussy, but the emotion is short-lived as you begin to rock your hips and force his eyes to roll back into his head. You hum with content above him, and as Dewey regains his senses, he watches you pull your lip between your teeth and tilt your head just so.
So wet. So pretty. Do not cum yet. Dewey’s convinced that without the condom, he’d be truly embarrassed by now. He tries to burn this image of you into his mind forever as his hands find your waist and squeeze your sides. You don’t speed up or slow down, almost don’t seem to acknowledge him until you’re leaning forward to kiss him again. It’s while your lips are locked that the tip of his aching cock catches the lip of your entrance and some forgotten animal instinct causes Dewey to jerk his hips and slip but an inch inside of your sweet heat.
Dewey has no time to mourn the loss of your kiss when you scoot back to sink onto him properly. His hands have a mind of their own and push you down ‘til you’re buried almost to the hilt, stopping when you give a soft hiss.
Your eyes are squeezed shut as you mumble, “forgot you’re thicker in the middle,” gasping for air like the pressure was constricting your lungs. Your hips wriggle up momentarily, and then you sit back hard and fill yourself completely.
It’s Dewey’s turn not to scream. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph!"
"Nope, just me.” You grin down at him from the tip of your nose and try to get used to the burn of being full. Dewey looks a mess, wild hair starting to stick to his forehead. He’s squirming underneath you, the hairy mound above his cock brushing your clit deliciously, and you give him a squeeze just to hear him moan.
As you finally give in and start to ride, you look down and watch as Dewey’s cock disappear inside you and reappear a moment later, red from the condom and wetter every time. Dewey meanwhile is hypnotized by the graceful movement of your body. The flexing of your thighs, the dancing circle of your hips, the gentle sway of your breasts. Your skirt rode up well over your navel, bunching into a loose sort of belt, your stockings are brushing his hip, and your nails dug into his skin creating crescent moon indentations.
“Uh fuck, Dewey…” You saying his name was his new favorite sound.
You felt Dewey take handfuls of your ass. He starts to push and pull, nonverbally trying to convey his desire to go faster. You acquiesce for about a minute and with an impish grin slam down into his lap and lean backwards.
“Dewey, baby, look at me.” His eyes had fallen closed in bliss but he opened them again at your beckoning and what a vision you were. “See how good you fill me up?"
You continued to ride, but leaned back and legs spread wide, he could see everything. The stretch and accommodation of your hole as you work up and down and up again around his shaft, especially that girthy middle section was enough to make him shiver. That’s a sight he was likely never to forget as long as he lives. He bucks up into you, sitting forward and dragging you closer, to hug you to his chest and steal a kiss before he began mouthing at your neck, your chest, until he covers one of your nipples to swirl his tongue around it.
You’re so close again, torn between never wanting him to let go and needing his ministrations on the other side. You bounce firmly in his lap and gasp, eventually taking his hair like your favorite handle and pulling him off to switch. With the way his short nails bite into your back, you know he’s right there with you.
You come together, softer than expected. A few extra sparks tingle in your belly as Dewey bites down accidentally, and let’s go with just enough sense to swipe his tongue over the hardened bud one last time. You finally come to a stop, making sure he’s buried deep in you as you both come down from your highs, clinging to each other for dear life.
You press your forehead to his, equally sticky as the sweat on your body cools and you know your hair is an unsalvageable mess. Good thing Dewey likes unsalvageable messes like you.
You both clean up, bodies trembling in an effort to walk to the bathroom and stand still. You decided to save the shower for the morning because your legs would stop wobbling and instead you crawl beneath his covers (that is after you throw the wet top sheet to the floor) and bury yourself into his side to bask in his natural warmth. You still feel tremors rack your body from the sex, delighted when he asks if you can stay the night. It’s not long before you’re dead asleep and snoring softly in his arms.
Dewey lies awake in awe. This reunion had been like picking up exactly where you left off and discovering something entirely new at the same time. Sex with you was just as dirty, just as fun, only this time there was no rush. Sex was over and you were still here. Lying in his bed and in his arms. He pulled you closer in the dark and sighed.
You were what his life was missing. Not that he was ready to tell you that yet.
Ned and Patty came home in a bit of a funk after Patty’s high school friend didn’t pick her for bride’s maid. Ned knew Patty would get her way eventually and that this was just temporary payback for a minor disagreement the week before, but he may end up sleeping on the couch anyways. Especially when, upon entering the apartment, they discovered a trail of Dewey’s clothes leading to his bedroom.
“Oh that asshole,” Patty hissed. “Drunk, pissant, filthy mongrel...”
She snatched up the sweater by the door and the shirt by the couch. “Grab the jacket, Ned, we’re going to have a late night talk with him!”
Ned did as he was told and got a better look at the garment. This was a woman’s cut blazer... suddenly Ned remembers Dewey’s familiar looking guest from earlier, but Patty is already storming into the back room and thrusting the door open. The sheepish boyfriend arrives just in time to hear the beginning of Patty’s tirade but it never made it past the first syllable. Dewey lays in bed with a person, eyes closed and breathing slow, and Patty had definitely not considered the possibility of him have a guest over. Patty liked guests, and she loved good first impressions even more, so she very angrily but quietly closed the door. Her icy gaze turned on Ned and he thought he was about to get another earful when Patty said, “we’ll save it for the morning…”
They left the clothes in a pile by the door and stomped off to bed. You and Dewey didn’t disturb one bit while the door was open, but you did giggle quietly to each other and fall back asleep.
Summer’s going to ask about the scratches on his back on Monday...
Just gonna tag some of me favorite Brightman fic writers, love you sorry not sorry: @escape-your-grape @go-commander-kim @hoodoo12 @imma-fucking-nerd @softbeej
Dewey: *sends a picture of his new bf*
Dewey: yuck u
Webby: Oh snap mr sexy pants
Huey: Webby no
Dewey: thank you webby
Louie: if ur happy then okay but pls never show me a picture of him ever again.
Dewey: *precedes to send more pictures*
Huey: Dewey stop
Dewey: ur so mean
Huey: No one wants to look at your bf but you
Huey: that’s your property
Dewey: I hate you guys
Dewey: webby I love u ,, Louie and Huey pls respectfully eat a frog
Since it's mother's day reblog if you appreciate your mom <3
Hello all you happy people! And welcome to a super special mother’s day special! This is twofold> The first is as a prelude to my look at Ducktales three season 2 arcs, as paid for my friend of the blog weirdkev27, i’l be looking at Della’s only major comics apperance in the classic disney comics canon.
The other.. is this one was kinda hard to find. Kev could not find it and my attempts did no better. See the problemw as for some reason this story ahs NEVER Been translated in english. Keep in mind, as you can tell by the cover date, this came out in 2014. 7 years ago. The problem with that is that IDW frequently does reprings, currently with walt disney comcis and stories and did so for years and years before that in Donald and Scoroge’s ongoings. SO it BOGGLES The mind that a story this huge containing the lost tale of a character we never saw elsewhere was left out. But then again Disney might have said no and given this is the company that though shunting i’ts ongoing to a small publishing company that had no digital presence and somehow descheduled a vital season finale and as of this writing has not resecheudled it, i’m not suprised. Annoyed, but not suprised.
So I figured with a story this big it’d be easy to find a translation. Right? Right?
Yeah I couldn’t find anything despite googling, checking tags on tumblr, whatever I tried didn’t work and the only option left, sifting through EVERY SINGLE POST tagged Della Duck, would be too time consuming and poteitinally fruitless. So I put out a post asking you fine people to find me a translation of it.
Annnnd then I gave up and didn’t put the review on my schedule because after a few week’s i’d heard nothing and expected I wouldn’t ever get to review this one. Which bummed me out as it not only feels necessary to do for Della’s big arc, but also is a big story. One I WANTED to read and share with all of you.
Well as you can tell by the fact this review exists, I got very lucky and earlier this week, a kind fan found me a translation. This review WOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE without @rosieisla
Thanks to her, I found a copy, a scalation by @fethrybestduck , with assitance from @rei-pinto and @sarroora . IF any of you guys want a review your more than welcome to it. And Rosie is getting one, as I both offered one up and even if I hadn’t would’ve because i’m so damn greatful. So you’ll be getting a review of Don rosa’s “Island on the Edge of Time” next week as she gave me two choices for her reward and that’s the one I went with. As for the translation itself YOU CAN FIND THAT HERE.
So yeah while I had to do some shuffling thanks to some hard working folks, a new fan/friend, and pure damn luck that that person came in just in time, I humbly present under the cut what happened to the ORIGINAL Della Duck. I have not read this so I will be reading this as I write, on purpos. While I have heard what happened ot della otherwise this will be a suprise for the most part. I have looked at the first two pages but that is it. So join me won’t you?
We open in the Keaton family living room as Mallory shows off a camo tank top to the family. Alex quips “is the revolution tonight” and Mallory quicks back “Yeah and we’re coming to get YOU alex”... I mean if anyone’s going to be first against the wall it’s going to be Alex Keaton. It’s just hard sitcom science.
So Mallory talks about how she’s wearing this because it’s a big turn on for her new boyfriend Nick.. in front of her parents.
So they talk about how they haven’t met him and I just realized i’m talking about my favorite episode of the SITCOM Family Ties instead of the comic Family Ties. Seriously though if you have Paramount+ watch Family Ties. It has a young Micheal J Fox, Micheal Grossman from Termors, and Justine Bateman. It’s cheesy as you’d expect for the time but also realy good> it’s one of my go to comfort sitcoms and I lost it when it was removed from Amazon Prime and it’s one of my faviorte things about having paramount+. For the record other comfort sitcoms include Letterkenny, Brooklyn Nine Nine, Parks and Recreation, Designing Women, Rosanne and the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.
So we open with a flashback. Donald is a sailor working in a storm with some Sailor Dude. Before these two can get started living out “The Lighthouse” Donald hears a cry for help.. which the captain thinks is a mermaid. It’s Daisy, who Donald rescues explaning how thier relationship started to what turns out to be the Nephews. And he and Daisy never had any sort of personal problems. Nope no sir.
The boys ask about how Donald met Scrooge..,.. you.. you guys were there for that... I know I reviewed the story a few months ago. You were in it. And yes they DO explain it in a bit as the boys having apparently been too young to remember, but it just comes off as a sily excuse to have a flashback about bear mountain.
So then some weirdo comes to the door and asks to take Donald’s pulse... your guess is as good as mine. We do then get the flasback but it’s.. oddly diffrent. Scrooge dind’t deliberatly bring the bears in like he does here, and Donald easily beats them versus the screwup in the actual comic.
But I do love this, making a gag out of Donald’s own self serving and trumped up memory of hte event. IT’s good stuff.
So the weirdo comes back and asks to see donald tounge...
And we find the boys impatient as they want to hear about someone else, someone far closer.. Donald fails to get the hint, guessing Gladstone, The Boys THemselves and the Alps before finally revealing they want to knwo about their mom. Whelp get ready for an issues long mystery full if intirgue and...
Or we could get answers right the hell away because this Donald isn’ so hung up on his past that he won’t talk about it when confronted and the boys aren’t scared to confront him over it for whatever reason.
The story does take on Don Rosa’s trait of having the stories take place in the 50′s. As such the comic dosen’t brush over the fact it wasn’t a normal thing at the time and that in this universe Della was the FIRST woman to cross the ocean by plane. It’s something I love: Della being a trailblazer for women, even if it’s just a small detail. She also lands a burning plane instead of evacuating it, scoffing at questions from the guys. Really her personality here.. isn’t at all diffrent from what Ducktales would do, Ducktales simply made it more three dimensional as we’ll see over the next few months.
This is also showcased as Donald gets to how the boys got there: Donald returned from a long voyage to find Della with the baby triplets on his doorstep happy to see him and needing a babysitter since she went to fly a rocket of her own deisgn tommorow. Yeah the story is that SIMILAR, Ducktales simply added a ton more drama. Here she simply left them there, Donald knew and while put out dealing with threee troublemakers gladly did so.. and when the boys asked hwat happened next he points otu the obvious: their stil lhere. She never came back and given the experimental fuel used no one knows what happened. Given Donald’s playing with events earlier the boys don’t buy it, so they go to SCrooges. In a nice meta twist Carl Barks EXISTS in this universe, as do his comcis, and Donald and the Boys take htem home with them to pour over them. I love everything about this, from giving the duck master a tribute in this anverary issue to just being really funny and creative: given Scrooge’s love of money of course he’d try with comics evne if he thought they were daft since they were a bit industry at the time still, and would keep making them once they became hits. So the weirdo returns again and this time donald’s ready to throttle him.. and things somehow get MORE meta s the guy reveals the reason behind his antics..
And you know his insane theory: that by being in a comic it keeps htem alive. I do love this weird meta joke though: that our heroes are in comics therefore are immortal. The guy wants to run it as a book and cut Donald in and he and hte boys agree, convincing scrooge to help for a chunk of the profits.
So Donald and The BOys do an informerical for it.. though frankly I think they should’ve got this guy
So we get some scenes of our some random dopes visitng various side characters: A musician visits horrace to harass him wiht a saxaphone, a sentence I’m proud i’m getting paid to write, a guy visits gyro about his smart phone and gyro talks about 3d glasses. Those aren’t VERY funny.. but the ones after are, with Scrooge talking a guy into collecting rent for him, one hapless dope robbing with the beagles and one trying to take a selfie with the big bad wolf who clearly dosen’t know what the internet is. Cheer up man neither did Johny Laurence. It happens.
But betweeen the first two we get.. look no amount of buildup is going to prepare you for this.
Yeah... PINOCCHIO is part of this universe now. Out of nowhere. And look the mice from cinderlla ARE on Grandma’s farm, yes really.. but that at least came out of the film’s popularity and the two could be brushed off as the duckverse versions of the mice. And it’s not like talking anthromoporhic mice was a STRETCH. This.. this is pure insanity. So in this writer’s eye Pinocchio’s villiage is not only part of this universe but also stuck in time but not the 50′s like donalds but the old timey time of whenever the hell pincochio takes place. I just... I don’t know waht to say. The fox theif guy also shows up having bene unpigged to try and steal from the lady. and picnochio is not a real boy again destpie having become one, so I have no eartlhy clue when in canon this take splace. Did he kick a puppy and the blue fairy turn him back for his hubris? Did the original die or go off to college or whatever and Gepetto make a repalcement? Are they stuck in some horrifying time loop for all etnerity? I want answers dammit!
Naturally for donald this backfires though and at a big dinner celebrating, everyone demand stheir money back.. we also get... this
Yeah no. No no fuck all of this. It was 2014 when this comic was published. While I get this wasn’t america, I mean.. it’s just common sense to know these depctions are racist right? Even in the netherlands, it’s just... wow. I may of found why this sstoyr hasn’t been reprinted.
So Donald is broke and pissed off... story of his life really... and runs into gyro who explains the professor’s theroy isn’t entirely bollocks. WIth the theroy of relaitivty an astronaut in space is younger than someone on earth> Donald demands proof and Gyro pulls out his tablet.. weird... and finds a ship and contacts an astronaut.. and let’s face it.. you all know where this is going...
It turns out due to said time space weirdness, Della dosen’t consider the boys might be hers, and thinks her baby boys are waiting for her at home, and the boys don’t correct her on it. She’s only 15 minutes through her hour long trip and will be back then.
As for why the boys hid their ids ... while her not knowing them and being in space is tearjerking this is well...
I GET their trying to be sweet.. but my GOD does the boys look like monsters. They don’t want to tell hteir mom, so she’ll COME HOME and be back WITH HER CHILDREN, because “we like staying with our uncle who barely scrapes by suppoting us. “
I simply think the writers idnd’t think through implications. I don’t blame this on the translation or anything it’s just a WEAK reason for her not to come back. It did, according to the tumblr I got this translation from, apparently take years to get della approved at all.. but you could do BETTER than this that didn’t make dthe boys so awful as sons. How’s she going to feel when she comes back when their fucking 20? or 30? having missed their whole lives and missed scrooge’s funeral?! This last line is the most aggrivating line i’ve read in a duck comic book since
So yeah i’ve seen WORSE, but this is still just story runing baffling. Donald gets out of his debt somehow, Loopity Goopity says it’s because of reading comics and we get one last group shot.. and this comic was already what the fuck enough as is without it but man on man does it up the what the fuck by a factor of ten.
So yeah the finale banquet is clusterfuck of some wonderuflly weird shit even beyodnd house of mouse. The fijrst page is normal enough apart from the sterotype and the other sterotypes taken off splash mountain. But the second page... holy shit. We have Dumbo and Geenie apparnelty being buds, some sort of stork guy next to a bar in a dress, Glomgold and Grandma Duck are apparnelty fucking now, diasy tries to comfort the kids after their misdeeds sink in, roboin hood’s crew shows up even though ti’s modern day, magica and amdam mim are at hing, and peter pan creeiply looks at the triplets who hav ea nice loo. All in all a glorious glcusterfuck. .. and Jose is there iwthout panchito. I do not know why.
Final Thoughts: As you could probably tell.. I don’t think much of this one. The Della Scenes are great, making her feel as fleshed out as characters with 80 years on her, and giving a valid reason she’s missing.
THe rest though.. it’s a meta plot that’s just not that funny. The Meta stuff is CLEVER.. but the actual jokes just aren’t funny enough. But most importantly.. i’ts just weirdly focused on THIS instead of Della. It would’ve been more fitting to have Donald and The Boys get help from the various side characters to contact Della. There’s a good VERSION of this story somewher.e. but it’s buried under a doofy comedy plot and pinchochi being real. Which isf ine for house of mouse and I get they were tributing the various strips and comics based on the movies.. but it just comes off as fucking weird and dosen’t fit in a donald duck tribute. It’s also VERY weird Mickey didn’t get his own sectoin but horace did.
The story IS mildly so bad it’s good... but ultimately i’ts just way longer than it needed to be and not nearly as great as it should’ve been.... i’m still proud to have read it and happy it got translated so I could, and I do feel it’ll help my retrospective, and i’m happy you all can now know about and read this weird piece of DIsney History.
Next Time on The Retrospective: It begins properly as Louie tries to get the family to take a friggin break leading to charades, a game stacked in favor of the rich that isn’t life itself, and gyro nearly getting killed by a society of tiny people due ot his own hubris. Game on!
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