I re-watched “Down the Hatch” and noticed Mickey and Goofy pull a cork out of a hole labeled “do not use” (or words to that effect) while they were exploring Donald’s insides.
I have come to the conclusion that this is a standard feature of ducks in that universe. Both sexes of duck have egg hatches (and orifices through which the eggs can be laid), but only the male’s is corked up. However, if the cork gets knocked out by, say, two shrunken inner space explorers, or getting jostled around during rigorous adventuring (or maybe mining a tough claim in the Klondike), the male duck can lay eggs.
Also, even though the fountain of youth’s water only makes the reflection look young, maybe if it enters any bodily crevices it can affect the functions of certain organs (specifically, reproductive ones).
And that’s why Scrooge can have Launchpad’s/Ludwig’s/Glomgold’s/Fenton’s hatchlings.
Hi, When are you going to post a new chspter for your fic Delievered from Frollo? I love it and I'm waiting for years. Thank you
Hello!
I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m not sure when the new chapter will be up (real life interfered), but I’m coming out of my writer’s block, so it might continue.
Possible Headcanon: He fled Austria during WWII because the Nazis were after him (he wouldn’t join them). He then told Donald about the horrors he’d witnessed while fleeing, which led to Donald having nightmares about living in Nutzi Land.
Ludwig may have become more absent-minded from dealing with the trauma.
One night, I watched Ducktales and “Down the Hatch” right before bed and went to sleep wondering how the egg-laying bit worked.
The resulting dream was a story in which Scrooge McDuck and Ludwig Von Drake had a torrid love affair in a golf course pond that caused Scrooge to lay an egg.
Up the butt, Meowth licked his bottlecap. He had been busy with the bottlecap for hours and now wanted nothing more than a wet cuddle or a lulzy massage from his lover James.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his extendable James appeared at the door, grinning lustily.
"Put down the bottlecap," James said shrilly. "Unless you want me to lick that bottlecap on your butt."
Meowth put down the bottlecap. He was hot. He had never seen James so pagan before and it made him diaphanous.
James picked up the bottlecap, then withdrew a sandwich from his perineum. "Don't be so hot," James said with a pagan grimace. "A Pikachu bit my penis this morning, and everything became Christlike. Now with this bottlecap and this sandwich I can shrilly rule the world!"
Meowth clutched his shiny penis demurely. This was his lover, his extendable James, now staring at him with a pagan perineum.
"Fight it!" Meowth shouted. "The Pikachu just wants the bottlecap for his own extendable devices! He doesn't love you, not the wet way I do!"
Meowth could see James trembling demurely. Meowth reached out his butt and touched James's perineum shrilly. He was extendable, so extendable, but he knew only his shiny love for James would break the Pikachu's spell.
Sure enough, James dropped the bottlecap with a thunk. "Oh, Meowth," he squealed. "I'm so wet, can you ever forgive me?"
But Meowth had already moved up the butt. Like a virgin, he pressed his butt into James's perineum. And as they fell together in a Christlike fit of love, the bottlecap lay on the floor, diaphanous and forgotten.
Frollo was walking through a volcanic meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a holy little goat lying under a tree.
Frollo skipped over to see the dear thing and was mountainous to find that he was hurt! An athame had pierced his fluorescent little horn and he whimpered darkly with the pain.
"My fiery little friend," Frollo said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the athame, as devoutly as he could. The goat cried out and Frollo's heart ached, like a whore in church. "You'll be all right," Frollo whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Chernabog and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Chernabog up in his arms, Frollo carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Frollo nursed Chernabog, cleaning his horn and feeding him Goblet-brand goat chow.
On the eighth night, Chernabog climbed into bed with Frollo. He burrowed under the covers and toothily bit Frollo's nose. It made Frollo giggle and he cuddled close to Chernabog, stroking his cornea and singing bloodily to him.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Frollo hurried home so he could curl up with Chernabog. It gave him a sulfurous feeling whenever Chernabog bit his nose.
Then one night, Chernabog looked up at Frollo and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a rocky prince."
Frollo screamed tightly, he was so surprised. How could a goat talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Chernabog said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Frollo said and kissed Chernabog on his cornea. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a rocky prince! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Prince Chernabog," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" Frollo said.
"See?" Chernabog said and showed Frollo the scar from the athame on his horn. Then he kissed Frollo and they tumbled for the gods and did a lot of very transparent things, some of them involving a heathenous liver.
"I love you," Chernabog said when they were done. Frollo clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Chernabog had stashed away.
And if Chernabog didn't know about Frollo's visits to the goat sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.
So drabble generators are fun when you’ve got writer’s block and insomnia.
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Meowth tripped along demurely. He was on his way to meet his lover, James, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a Pikachu hopping along, carrying a bottlecap in its mouth.
Meowth was almost up the butt when he came across a hot cake, lying alone on a Christlike plate. "That must be a treat from my shiny bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked lulzy, so he ate it.
It gave him the most extendable tingling sensation in his butt. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see James.
When James came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Meowth cried stickily.
"Your perineum! And your penis!" James said. "They're diaphanous! Can't you feel it?"
Meowth felt his perineum and his penis. They were indeed quite diaphanous. "Oh, no!" Meowth said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that hot cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," James said. "I got you a sandwich. It must have been that pious man who lives nearby. He acts a little crappily, ever since he licked a catnip."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Meowth sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," James said lustily, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your perineum is really pagan like that."
"Really?" Meowth dried her tears. Meowth kissed James and it was an entirely wet sensation, like a virgin.
They spent the night having entirely wet sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
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That was probably only amusing to me. I used this generator.
Friggi the time traveler ducked in and out of Paris's alleys. With her grey medieval dress and veil, she was practically invisible. "Let's make this quick and clean," she thought, peering around the corner of a shop.
Her brown eyes scanned over the scene before her until the target glided into view. The red veil on his triangular hat fluttered in the breeze. She observed, with more than a little delight, as the ribbon seemed to caress the aged, yet firm derriere of the Minister of Justice. Folds of black velvet rippled over the soft curve, which was no doubt kissed by the finest of linen. Friggi's salivary glands fired up at the thought that underneath all that fabric was Frollo's succulent posterior.
"Oh, to be a breeze up his skirt," she murmured to herself. She took note of the trio of guards escorting him down the street, sorry to tear her eyes from such a fine fundament. She surveyed the rest of the area. There weren't many people, which meant an easy clean up.
"Perfect." She pulled out a bag of silver dust.
Friggi flung the dust into the air. A villager raised his head at her sudden movement and started to shout, but froze mid-sentence. The dust spread through the air, freezing in time everyone and everything it touched. Friggi, who had taken an antidote beforehand, was unaffected.
She dashed over to the Minister of Justice, who was bending over to pick up his hat, which had been blown off by the wind. Saliva filled her mouth as she pulled out her camera and snapped a few shots of the lovely curve.
Judge Frollo's fingers twitched. Friggi tensed as he sprung up and spun around, a horrified look in his eyes.
"Witchcraft…" he whispered, his eyes widening in terror.
Friggi dodged back into the alley with Frollo on her tail. Clearly the dust didn't work on him.
"Get back here, fiend!" Frollo was catching up to her, but she was nearly to safety. She turned a corner and pressed a button on the wristwatch hidden under her sleeve. A black boxy vehicle materialized in front of her, just in time for Frollo to witness the whole thing.
Frollo paused to stare at the odd contraption, then smiled smugly. "How do you expect to escape now? Your carriage hasn't even got a horse."
Friggi paid no attention to him and vaulted over the side into the driver's seat. She flipped a few switches and pulled a metallic wand from under the passenger seat.
Frollo advanced and put his hand on the edge of the door. "Stop all that nonsense. Resisting arrest is a crime, you know."
Friggi's hand hung over a violet button next to a steering wheel. She couldn't leave until Frollo let go of the door.
Frollo tugged at the door handle in an effort to open the locked modern door. "Why won't this blasted door open? Have you hexed it as well?" He put his foot against the door for leverage and pulled as hard as he could, only to end up on the ground, on his beautiful ass.
This is my chance, Friggi thought. Before he could grab the handle again, she started the car, pressed the violet button and drove into the shimmering time portal. She made sure to use the silver wand to erase Frollo's memory shortly before she departed.
-O-o-O-
Soon Friggi was in the safety of her own garage, in her own time of 2014. She stashed her memory wand in a box under the seat. The wand would have only erased Frollo's memory of their chase, but that was all she needed.
She pulled out her camera and scrolled through the pictures she'd just taken with satisfaction; if they looked this good on the tiny screen, they'd look even better on her computer monitor. She was glad she'd shot them in RAW rather than JPEG.
She removed her veil and gloves. The garage light cast an amber glow on her brown skin and auburn hair. It also brought her attention to a black object stuck under the door's handle.
Friggi jumped back, grabbed a nearby broom, and sharply poked the object with the broom's handle. When she realized it wasn't some sort of inter-dimensional bat creature, she drew closer. With the end of the broomstick, she lifted it up and into the light where she could see that it was a weathered old turnshoe.
The events of five minutes (or was it centuries?) ago played like a video in her head. Frollo had jammed his foot under the handle in an attempt to pry open the door. He'd then fallen over (onto that wrinkled yet shapely rear of his), but she was already driving away by the time he stood again.
This very turnshoe had, moments earlier, embraced Claude Frollo's stockinged foot.
Slowly and delicately, Friggi plucked the shoe from the end of the broom. She turned it over in her hands until it was right side up. She gingerly pushed the shoe's tongue forward so she had a clear view of the interior. Then she brought the shoe to her nose and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of the old judge's foot.
"Frollo foot." She took another snort. "Now that's the good shit."
"And so the Gods did Hector up the butt because he was a fine man. Zeus always topped because he was the Almighty Seme. Apollo didn’t always give, though. It really depended on who he was with, but he really did love Hector’s penis. Achilles liked to invite Hector to join him and Patroclus, but Hector got jealous of Patroclus getting all the attention so he did what all jealous lovers did: stab a spear through his gut. This made Achilles tumors so he stabbed and killed Hector, which made Apollo very sad. So Apollo bunked up with the scandalous Paris so he could kill the douche Achilles. Apollo would’ve lived happily with Paris had Paris not been mortal. Paris got old and wrinkly so Apollo was like, ‘Screw this!’ and decided to settle for Big Bad Seme Ares, who he didn’t mind sharing with Aphrodite because he knew she was only with Ares to hide the fact that she was a raging lesbian with Helen."
Text: “There were three things of which Frollo was certain: first, Hell was much worse than he could have ever imagined; second, he was surely irredeemable for enjoying it; and third, he was already pregnant with Chernabog’s spawn.”
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