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can you draw Della & Daisy Duck together like future sister in law?

Interesting request. I drew a sketch, but I thought a little story should go with it.

“Donald.”

Daisy said his name with such sweetness that Donald felt something inside of him melt.

“Daisy,” he said back, loving how her name felt on his tongue.

“Donald, we’ve been dating for quite a while, haven’t we?” Daisy said, playing with the salad on her plate.

“Yes, we have,” Donald said. Although he had dated some and had a few girlfriends, Daisy had stayed with him the longest. In fact, Donald hoped that she was the one. He hoped that he would have no other dates but with her.

“I was just thinking that perhaps I should get to know your family a bit better since we’re so close,” Daisy said. “We’ve had dinner with my parents several times, and you get along great with them. But I hardly have spent time with your family.”

Donald knew that Daisy wasn’t talking about his mother. They already had that discussion. Did she mean Uncle Scrooge and the boys? How much more did she want to spend with them? Daisy had already helped them fight a monster and settled a dispute with the Olympic gods. She helped him out with May and June all the time, clones of a clone of his Uncle Scrooge. Webby was constantly on his houseboat so to get to know her “sisters” better, meaning that Huey, Dewey and Louie weren’t far behind. She spoke frequently with Mrs. Beakley since she had been to London several times because of work, and they had a lot in common. Even Uncle Scrooge had several conversations with Daisy, mostly about starting a new business and the troubles that one has with marketing and spending.

What more did she want?

“Well…they’re always off adventuring, and I didn’t think you liked that kind of stuff,” Donald said. He hoped she didn’t. He had sworn off adventures. Of course, he said that after each new adventure, and somehow, Uncle Scrooge and the boys always roped him back in.

“No, of course not,” Daisy said, shaking her head. She gave a tentative smile. “I guess what I'm getting at is that there are…certain members of your family I’d like to get to know more.”

“Who?” Donald asked, ready to give her everything she wanted. If she wanted to strike up a better relationship with his family, he would do whatever she wanted. His family all loved Daisy, and he was sure they would be willing to spend time with her.

“Della.”

“Oh,” Donald said, his resolve dropping. It wasn’t that Della disliked Daisy, but his twin couldn’t have been more different than his fashion-savvy girlfriend.

“She’s your twin sister,” Daisy said, her voice getting stronger. “I want us to get along, but I feel as if she’s avoiding me. Maybe I’m wrong. It think that once I get to know her, she won’t feel so standoffish to me.”

Donald smiled. He knew Della had been avoiding Daisy, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.

“Do you think you could get Della to agree to a girl’s night out with me?” Daisy asked, taking Donald’s hand. “It would mean so much to me.”

Donald couldn’t say no as his face heat up. “Sure. Della would love to have a girl’s night out,” he lied.

***

“No!”

“Oh, come on, Della,” Donald protested. “It’s just one night.”

“No. Absolutely not. No way!” Della protested, shaking her fist at her brother.

“It’s not going to hurt you to do something with her,” Donald said. He almost used her full name to goad her like he used to when they were small, but goading Della would almost certainly make her grind her heels in even more.

“I won’t and you can’t make me,” Della said childishly.

“I’m just asking for this one thing. You owe me,” Donald said, raising his voice.

“Owe you?” Della shouted, her voice rising as well. “I don’t owe you anything. You’ve got nothin’ on me.”

“Oh yeah,” Donald said, feeling as if he had trapped his twin. “I raised the boys for ten years.”

“I was stuck on the moon,” Della protested.

“But I still raised them,” Donald said. “I did it because they are family, because I love you and I love them. I could have went off and started a band and become famous…”

Della rolled her eyes.

“…but I didn’t because the boys needed me. So I think that makes it so you owe me this one favor,” Donald reasoned.

Della folded her arms. “That’s not fair that you’re using the boys against me.”

“It’s not fair that you won’t spend time with Daisy,” Donald said. “I really like her, and I want you to get to know her.”

Della made a face. “But she’s all girly and into clothes and shoes and junk. She’s going to make me go to the spa and get my nails done and everything that I hate.” She stuck out her tongue, but then took in a deep breath. “But if you really like this girl, then fine, I’ll go out with her for one night. But then we’re square?”

“Then we’re square,” Donald affirmed.

They both spat in their hands and shook, just as they had when they were young.

***

“Penny, you have to help me,” Della shouted into her phone.

“What is it, Della?” Penumbra asked, her muscles tensing. “Are you being attacked? Is it another super villain? Did someone capture any of the little Dellas?”

“No, no,” Della said in a calming tone. “Nothing like that. I just need you to come with me while I spend time with my brother’s girlfriend.”

Penumbra paused. “Say what?”

Della sighed. “You don’t understand, Penny. Donald’s dating this girl and she’s totally different than me. She wants to spend time with me for some reason, but she’s into all these fru-fru, girly things. It’s going to be torture.”

“Your brother’s girlfriend is going to torture you?” Penumbra asked, reaching for her ray gun.

“No. Penny, put down the weapon. It’s just an expression,” Della said, knowing her friend all-too well. “It’s complicated. We just like different things and she’s going to want me to do things I don’t like.”

“Kind of like what Webby and Dewey did to me?” Penumbra asked.

“Yes…No, nothing like that because you actually learned to like some of those things,” Della said, doing a terrible job of explaining things to Penumbra. “Look, just come with me. You can be my buffer. Like, if Daisy is talking about shoes and makeup and junk, you can—“

“Put her in a headlock,” Penumbra quickly guessed.

“No…I mean, maybe. We’ll leave that as a second option,” Della said. “But try changing the subject first. Mention something that isn’t boring.”

Penumbra thought about Della’s dilemma. She recalled Della’s brother from the moon. He was a bit high-strung, but he could certainly take a punch. She liked him. And if Donald liked this Daisy-girl, it was hard for Penumbra to believe that she was as terrible of a person as Della was making her out to be.

“Please, Penny,” Della pleaded. “I know I’m asking a lot from you, which will probably mean going to a spa, getting mani-pedis, makeovers and a hair blowout, but I promise you that I will owe you bigtime if you do this for me.”

Penumbra’s eyes widened. Della had said it wasn’t literally torture, but those words made her believe otherwise. Hair blow out? Makeovers? Whatever this “spa” is, must be the worst place on earth.

“I’ll be there,” Penumbra said in a dark voice and hung up.

***

Daisy waited patiently on the bench just outside the Duckburg Downtown park, waiting for Della to show up. It was only a few minutes before their meeting time, and she checked her messages on her phone while every once in a while looking up and watching the traffic go by.

A few minutes later, a stretch limo careened through traffic, drove up on the sidewalk, and hit a cement garbage can, denting the bumper. Della jumped out, along with a female moonlander that Daisy had seen around the McDuck Mansion every now and then.

“Thanks Launchpad,” Della said, wincing at the damage to the car. “I’ll call you if we need a ride home.”

“Have fun,” Launchpad shouted before backing up, causing several cars to honk their horn, then driving off.

Daisy didn’t even say anything about Launchpad’s driving or his purpose as a chauffeur in the McDuck family. She had been around enough eccentric rich people to know they had their quirks—and surrounded themselves with even quirkier people—and there wasn’t anything to do about it.

“You look nice, Della,” Daisy complimented.

She didn’t think she had ever seen Donald’s twin in anything other than her aviator clothes. But Della was in a form-fitting t-shirt that set off her eyes and a pair of flattering slacks. It was the most feminine she had ever seen the pilot.

“This is my only nice outfit, and I’m not apologizing if it’s not good enough for where we’re going,” Della said in an almost rude tone.

Daisy ignored Della’s prickly nature, thinking that was just how she seemed to everyone. Perhaps when they had spent some time together, Della would lighten up. She then turned to the moonlander.

“No, what you’re wearing is great,” Daisy said, trying to be friendly. In fact, she was dressed similar with a simple V-neck shirt and designer jeans. It was a step down from her usual style, and she had hoped it would put Della at ease. “And who is your friend?” Daisy asked, not mentioning that this was supposed to be an evening for just the two of them.

“Oh, this is my friend, Penny,” Della said. “She helped me rebuild my rocket on the moon.”

“Nice to meet you,” Daisy said, offering her hand.

“Likewise,” Penny said in a dark tone, narrowing her eyes.

Daisy took a step back. Okay, so maybe Della just like overbearing friends.

“You said this was a girl’s night out, and Penny is a girl,” Della said. “You don’t mind that I invited her, do you?”

Daisy was a bit irritated, but she was used to surprises being sprung on her. She could roll with it. “No, that’s fine. Maybe next time, you could call me if you want to bring a friend. Let’s exchange numbers.”

“Next time?” Della muttered, putting her hands on her hips. “Sorry, but I didn’t bring my phone.”

“But you should still know you’re number,” Daisy said, confused.

“Oh…uh…Penny, how are you liking your phone? Pretty cool, huh? I bet you didn’t have this kind of technology on the moon,” Della said, changing the subject and using Penny as a buffer.

“Yes, this technology is quite interesting,” Penumbra said in her matter-of-fact way. “We would never have thought to use communication devises in such a lackadaisical way to play mind-numbing games and view videos of cats.”

“Ha ha. Good ol’ Penny,” Della said, patting her friend’s arm.

“I also find it interesting that you earthlings use your phone to collect the numbers of other phones,” Penny said. “My collection is not so impressive, and this seems to make me of a lower rank because of it. May I collect your phone’s number?”

Daisy was a bit confused by the way Penny spoke as well as how someone she just met had asked for her number, but she was too polite to say no. They exchanged numbers.

Penny had a small smile when she was able to type in Daisy’s number.

“Shall we go?” Daisy asked, gesturing down the sidewalk.

“Ugh,” Della said before remembering she should be on her best behavior for Donald. “I mean, sure. Let’s go have fun!”

The three walked side-by-side, Daisy a little ways in front leading the way.

Penny tilted her head to better to ask a question. “If I may ask, when we get to this… “spa,” how much of my hair am I to expect to be removed in the explosion?”

“What?” Daisy said far too loudly.

“I don’t mind losing all of it, but I just want to know what to expect,” Penny said. “And for the make-over, is the body alterations going to be permanent and will I receive a gold medal if I can make it through the entire thing without screaming?”

At that point, Della slapped a hand over her friend’s mouth. “Oh, ha ha ha. Oh, Penny, you joker. Wasn’t that a barrel of laughs?”

Daisy’s eyes had widened before her mind realized what was going on. Having dealt with her share of moonlanders—you’d be surprised with how many became successful quickly in the fashion industry—she knew how some of them could be.

“Penny, this is not how a buffer should act,” Della hissed at Penny.

“Della, did you think we’re going to a spa?” Daisy asked, stopping and putting her hands on her hips.

“Uh…isn’t that what…Aren’t we?” Della asked, looking uncertain.

“Della, I’ve seen your nails,” Daisy said with a shake of her head. “It’s clear to me that you haven’t set foot within a mile of a nail salon. Nor do you seem to be the type who would enjoy being pampered or dolled up.”

Della frowned. “You’ve been making a lot of assumptions. I might like…all that stuff.”

Daisy didn’t take Della’s comment as belligerent. She had known people like Della, who used sarcasm and humor when she felt uncomfortable with a situation.

“Well, we can go do that next time if you want, but I chose spending the evening here,” Daisy said and raised her arms at the establishment they were approaching.

Della’s jaw dropped. It was a bar. And not just any bar. But one of those themed one that specialized in a unique type of entertainment.

“No way,” Della said when they went inside, seeing a row of cages set up where anyone could pay for throwing knives, Chinese stars, hatchets and a variety of other throwing weapons to attack a wooden target. “Sweet!” she shouted as a burly man threw a full-sized axe at his wooden target.

“First round’s on me, both on the drinks and the game,” Daisy said. “Next round, loser pays.”

“Heh,” Della smirked, putting her hands in her pocket. “Get ready to pay for a lot of rounds then, Daisy.”

“We’ll see,” Daisy said, raising her hand to the bartender to indicate that they wanted three beers. He filled them up and slid them down the wooden bar.

Della caught Penny’s just before it slid off the bar.

“I don’t get this,” Penny whispered. “This doesn’t look like the spa that you described.”

“This isn’t a spa,” Della whispered back.

“Then what is it?” Penny asked, looking down into her drink and sniffing it. “Della, I have to warn you, Donald’s girlfriend has bought us drinks with an inebriating poison inside it. Do you think she intended to drug you?”

“Oh yeah,” Della said, taking a big drink. “And it’s not poison. It’s alcohol.”

“Alcohol is a poison,” Daisy said. “And you two are whispering way too loud.”

Della grinned sheepishly, looking very much like her twin brother.

Another of the bar’s employees came by and showed them which cage they would get to use for the weapons throwing.

“Don’t drink too quickly. If you get too drunk, they’ll take away your toys,” Daisy said with a grin. She set her drink down at a table, picked up one of the throwing stars and threw it at the target. It sunk in deep in the white ring just short of a bull’s-eye.

“Whoa,” Della said, her eyes wide. “Why do I get the feeling you’ve done this before?”

“After working for Emma Glamour for years, a girl has got to find a way to take out her frustrations and burn off some stress,” Daisy said. “I tried yoga, but it wasn’t my thing.”

Della gave her a big smile. “Maybe I will have to buy a few rounds. Now move over. It’s my turn.”

“Do you have something heavier?” Penny asked the bar’s employee, hefting the largest axe they had.

***

Donald lay in his hammock with his phone against his ear, listening to Daisy talk of her evening. He was falling asleep to the sound of her voice, which would most likely give him sweet dreams, but it might also irritate Daisy. He had to pay attention.

“I’m glad you and Della had a good time together,” Donald said, which had surprised him. Who knew that those two had something in common? “I’m sorry, Daisy, but I’m so tired. How about I take you out to the movies tomorrow?”

“Can’t,” Daisy said. “I’m going out with Della again. She still owes me a few rounds.”

***

It was a really fun story to write, although I'm not a fan of the picture. Daisy, Della and Penumbra aren't characters I've drawn a lot of (or at all.) Thanks for the request.

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