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Are u okay?

If they had told Donald that when he returned to the mansion he would be in the same room as his sister, having lunch in the dining room in the company of his uncle and four lovely ducklings, he would surely have mocked that positivism.

And surely now he would be more than sorry.

Of course, he practically devoured his food, delighted to completely remove the taste and texture of the sand and seawater from his mouth—which still remained days after the invasion, having completely exhausted a toothpaste tube, despite the insistence of his uncle in which he could choke if he kept eating like this, feeling involuntarily like a duckling again.

The only thing that had managed to satisfy this flavor was the breakfast that appeared days before in his dining room while watching Anxieties and other cheap soap operas of yesteryear.

At his side, the triplets had begun a food war with Della, causing food to fly and some will land on his face and clothes, but he was currently so focused on eating and that his boys—hers—will spend quality time with her that he was not in the mood to complain.

Webby, on the other hand, occasionally joined the battle when some food fell near her, throwing it with a war cry that startled the poor victim.

But at that moment, a knock at the door, exactly three, was heard, taking the Duck family off guard.

The vacuum stopped listening, indicating that Beakley would attend.

"Were you waiting for someone?" Asked Scrooge, lowering his cup of tea, confused. He knew that the circle of acquaintances of his nephews and nieces was relatively small outside the manor, but he was always advised when they would take a guest.

Everyone slowly denied, Donald even stopping eating and cleaning his beak.

"Penny isn't usually as polite, or silent," Della said, as strange as her uncle and dodging the beige mass thrown at her. "Besides, Launchpad said they would go out for coffee and continue to show her the city, or something like that."

"Lena and Violet left the city last weekend, their dads wanted to take a small vacation to celebrate the victory over the invasion. Don't come back until tomorrow." Webby removed a pea from her hair, lazily throwing it at Dewey.

"The meetings of the Junior Woodchucks are usually outdoors, and we didn't have any scheduled for today," Huey said, pulling out her neat guidebook from the food-stained cap and leafing through it, analyzing the organized dates of the next meetings of the young explorers. In the neighboring chair, Louie simply shrugged as he ate absently, staring at the screen of his cellphone and attending the improvised war of his brothers.

But before Donald could assure that José and Panchito would previously notify him of a visit—after a surprise visit not only postponed an adventure, but also cost his uncle's foyer—Beakley leaned out the dining room door.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. McDuck, but one such professor Lairduck is looking for Donald," she said, anticipating that uncertainty would appear under the monotony of her voice, though her arched eyebrow showed otherwise.

Thus, six eyes, showing different levels of inquisition, will focus on the sailor, who only missed himself even more.

Professor Lairduck? Well, he was not as harebrained as he wanted to believe, but he was almost certain he had heard that false name more than eleven years ago, but it was to refer to a tacit subject. And Everett, who was unaware of the supposed surname, was still in Tibet doing who-knows-what.

And he certainly didn't remember giving up the information that he now lived in the richest duck in the world's mansion to Everett's daughters, adding the fact that he avoided appearing on newscasts that involved his family.

In addition, who recognized only had used this identity was...

With that doubt in mind he finished wiping his beak with a napkin and got up walking, with some hesitation, to the front door when Mrs. B. told him that they had offered to wait outside, trying not to look rushed when he continued to feel the looks of his family on him, peeking out the door frame. Damn it, he could even feel his uncle's, wanting to know about that subject and why he had never mentioned they in his not-so-limited circle of friends.

Because if it was true that he made some friends when he ventured alongside Della and Scrooge, some currently famous as the Mouse couple, the aforementioned Lairduck had never been introduced.

Della surely looked excited to meet what a new friend of her brother might be, but Donald couldn't hurry, at least not yet.

And he was sure that, if true, and knowing the background, he would be roasted duck.

(In fact, he himself hesitated when his hand was inches from touching the doorknob, so insecure and confused that he surely missed his family even more in the case of someone he supposedly knew).

He thought of peering through the peephole, but having his family's gaze on him installing some pressure, he opened the door.

Well, there was a car parked at the entrance. It seemed to have great value compared to his station wagon, and though he didn't know much about the modern motoring—despite the technological advancement of his tools at the Agency, he was sure that the vehicle in front of him was electric; he could remember them perfectly from the occasions when he was traveling to the 23rd century, though they were not as common as flying cars.

Next to him was... a duck he had never seen. He had the characteristic white plumage and a pair of whiskers that reminded him of Uncle Scrooge's, and the elegant jet hair stood out particularly.

Green eyes widened when they focused on him, and the sailor was even more surprised at the radiant smile that formed on the opposite face.

"Donald!" But despite the almost robotic movements, he felt the opposite arms surround him, hands stopping and fervently clenching his shoulders, as if it were familiar. "I heard what happened, are you alright?"

Over the thick Italian accent, the timbre of a disturbed voice that was known by the duck resonated. Anyway, he could not concentrate on the hands that analyzed each section of his face, and he did not know if it was because he wanted to check the presence of wounds, or if he was being investigated.

That a stranger showed up at his uncle's porch, speaking to him as if he knew him, was not his ideal for a quiet day. And listening to the children murmur behind him, the low volume making him unable to decipher what they were saying, did not help him much either.

"Hey! What's the big idea?" Therefore, he don't hesitate to hold the wrists with some might, pulling them away when they began to check their beak.

Staying inexplicably quiet when those bright eyes watched him with surprise. Certainly his training as Double Duck, particularly the area of logic, had taught him to be more analytical and deductive—though he will ensure that it only increased his migraine, but he certainly did not have an area to analyze and deduce at that time.

"So unrecognizable am I, Don? Or is it some revenge?" He had smiled mockingly, proud of having discovered the sailor's joke. Until he perceived his frown still frowned, and how Donald scrutinized him much more before the fact of someone knowing his name and also referring to him with a pet name as if they had known each other for a lifetime, flagrantly erasing his smug smile and forming a one expressing nervousness. "Come on, Hero, I know I was wrong to not realize that you were on that island, but it is also not to pretend that you do not recognize me when I literally just added beautiful hair."

His voice had been reduced to a whisper, and he practically wasted worry and fear by strengthening the European accent, his hands beginning to tremble under Donald's grip whose eyes finally expanded in surprise, threatening to leave his basins.

Well, never mind. Yes it was a harebrained.

He paused to analyze the duck's features in front of him in greater detail. He certainly had a faint resemblance to Everett, and a frighteningly big one with Odin—he would have to check it out the next time he will travel to the 23rd century, even if he had to take Gyro's time tub that Louie had told him about, not having Lyla.

However, the smile that showed on that peak was recognizable. He didn't know how, or why, but the image of that smile had been etched in his mind for more than fifteen years, a year after he started working next to...

"Uno?" His voice was trembling, disturbed by the way that face shone bright again.

How the hell was it possible...?

"In flesh and blood," he joked, avoiding not laughing at his friend's dumbfounded expression. Not a few seconds passed before his smile vanished, leaving an embarrassed face that Donald did not believe was possible.

This emotion was something new for him, and given his partner's expression he seemed to understand it without words.

"I know I should have talked to you as soon as the invasion passed. I know you wanted to help more than you probably did," he whispered. Though it wasn't exactly the inside, he had seen the golden ship on his radar, as well as Donald coming down from it with his family—not glimpsing Della—when everything was over, "but I didn't know how. I was so focused building this body to surprise you that I didn't know about everything you've been through."

And certainly the absence of satellites had denied him the possibility of locating his friend when the invasion began, seeming to have vanished to a place where technology was nonexistent. Then he would talk about it with him.

But the sailor was so stunned by the fact that that presumed intelligence will accept that he made a mistake and that he also apologized for it he did not perceive the ducklings that made a beeline towards him, closely followed by Della and Scrooge.

The conversation had decreased so much in volume without them realizing that he had missed the family.

"Uncle Donald, who is he?" Whispered a shy Huey, involuntarily startling both adults thus creating a chain reaction when this also startled the four children.

Uno stared at the family, disturbed to recognize a duck that was identical to his partner.

(He knew her from the stories Donald told him about the adventures they used to take with Scrooge when he was not Paperinik and entered the Ducklair Tower, very injured for a young adult of nineteen who barely suffered serious injuries risking his life playing the superhero. He had assured him that knowing her, which was more than impossible—until now, he would not take much to recognize that they were family.

Now he understood why. They were devilishly identical!).

"I'd like to know that too, lad." Until his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Scrooge's question, who frowned annoyedly. He wasn't a fool, and his memory was perfect enough to remember the time when he had the Tower in his name, and it certainly wasn't in the name of any Lairduck.

Of course, he hoped that something would change during the ten years of estrangement, but he simply did not want to accept the mystery that his boy was now involuntarily.

Uno laughed nervously, massaging his neck.

"Looks like I arrived at a bad time. I'm Professor Emil Ducklair, it's nice to meet you Mr. McDuck" if Donald noticed the way he stood up, the tension in his voice and the fake smile, he kept quiet "I met your nephew when he worked at the Tower every summer, at least until I moved to Tibet and we became correspondence friends; I returned a few days ago to the city."

And for an intelligence programmed to do what he thought was right, the duck was really impressed with the ease and fluidity with which Un... Emil lied, as if he understood without need of words how important it was for him to keep the secret of Paperinik. Or as if it was what he has really done in his life.

(What would have worked 100% if his uncle did not know the origin of the last name Lairduck)

"And why did we never hear from you?" Della inquired with interest, leaning nonchalantly on her brother's shoulder. "No offense, but with how much talkative Donnie is, we know as much about his friends as he does."

At the comment, Donald buffed, inadvertently moving away from his twin, knocking the duck down on the floor. Moment before which the android allowed himself to smile slyly.

"Our family is really discreet." Well, that wasn't quite a lie.

Donald cleared his throat, clearly wanting to change the topic of conversation.

"You could tell me that you had returned, you would have avoided this strange presentation," he teased, smiling nervously as he stroked Dewey's head. "I would like to introduce you to my family. Well, you know my Uncle Scrooge; the headache that is next to me is my sister, Della."

He voluntarily ignored the blow that his twin hit in his arm—thanking that it was less sensitive—in favor of maintaining the facade, smiling so little that the edges of his beak barely curved.

"And they are my nephews: Huey, Dewey and Louie." However, his face lit up when he introduced his nephews, pointing to each one so he could distinguish them.

Uno could recognize the love of a true parent, camouflaged under the callsign of nephews.

The ducklings introduced themselves strangely, Huey—the red-clad one and the cap—being the only one who shook his hand despite his confusion.

"I'm Webby!" Suddenly, the professor's field of vision was invaded when the bright smile of a lovely little girl appeared on his partner's shoulder (since when does Donald have a daughter? As he recognized he had only three nephews).

However, Uno smiled warmly watching as he held her so she wouldn't slip, and shook the little hand of the little duck.

"It's nice to meet you, Webby," he murmured, not commenting at the fond smile on the sailor's face as he readjusted his coat. "I would like to stay a few minutes, but I think it would be rude of me after my unnoticed visit. Do you think if we talk later, Donald?"

"Sure." Smiling broadly, the aforementioned lowered the girl again, ruffling her hair. And even if he didn't say it explicitly, both Uno and he knew they had a lot to talk about and a lot of questions to answer. "In the same place as always?"

"Count on it," he said, and Donald acknowledged his partner against crime's sincere smile. "See you soon Don, Mr. McDuck. It was nice meeting you Webby, kids."

And making a gesture, Emil went down the main stairs at a rapid pace, humming without realizing the main theme of Anxieties when he heard the door close behind him.

However, and on the other hand, the family could not solve why Donald was happier and more lively than usual when Emil left McDuck household, missing even the triplets having lived a decade with someone who smiled like that when he expressed how proud he was of them.

The only answer obtained? He is an old friend who had not seen for ten years.

#fictober #day 10: perturbed #ducktales #duck avenger #papetinik #donald duck #uno #huey dewey and louie #scrooge mcduck #webby vanderquack #duno if you squint

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thedoortoyesterday · 4 years

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Over time, there have probably been more songs referring to news and newspapers than you might at first think. For instance, you doubtless remember STAYIN' ALIVE by The Bee Gees but you may not immediately recall that its lyric contained a reference to The New York Times!

There were also songs about magazines such as THE COVER OF THE ROLLING STONE by Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show in '72 and CENTERFOLD by The J. Geils Band in '81; going even further back, The Four Lads charted with a song in ‘59 called THE GIRL ON PAGE 44 that referred to the Sears, Roebuck & Co. mail order catalog.

However, I'm focusing in this blog on newspapers and the printed word. Rap artists such as Public Enemy (in their song A LETTER TO THE NEW YORK POST) and hip-hop artists like T-Pain (in his composition SOUNDS BAD) have made news references, but the following is a selective list of just a few of the many rock, pop and country songs of yesteryear which fit the category.

Certain relevant lyric lines are included in italics.

COLD DARK WATERS

(Don Owens)

by Porter Wagoner

Pro: Chet Atkins

(RCA: 1962) US #10 Country

"In tomorrow's newspaper you'll read about me"

https://youtu.be/7ix9iCIGazg

DAILY NEWS

(Tom Paxton)

by Tom Paxton

Pro: Paul Rothchild

(Elektra: 1964) "How do I know? I read it in the Daily News"

From Tom Paxton's second album containing his topically-inspired folk songs.

https://youtu.be/802F7aZIWfk

A DAY IN THE LIFE

(John Lennon/Paul McCartney)

by The Beatles

Pro: George Martin

(Capitol: 1967)

From their glorious "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" album."I read the news today, oh boy" (In addition, LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS refers to "Newspaper taxis appear on the shore" and THE BALLAD OF JOHN AND YOKO contains the line "The newspapers said")

DID YOU SEE HIS NAME?

(Ray Davies)

by The Kinks

Pro: Ray Davies

(Reprise: 1972)

from 'The Kink Kronikles" double-album.

"Did you see his name in the local paper"

https://youtu.be/ji72Ginv1T8

FRONT PAGE NEWS

(Bill Payne/Fran Payne)

by Little Feat

Pro: Lowell George

(Warner Bros: 1980)

"Front page right through to back page"

https://youtu.be/9oLgCNmSbBQ

GET A JOB

(Earl Beal/Raymond Edwards/William Horton/Richard Lewis)

by The Silhouettes

Pro: Kae Williams

(Ember: 1958) US #1 R&B, #1 Pop.

A definitive doo-wop classic.

"After breakfast ev'ry day/She throws the want ads right my way"

https://youtu.be/p-7uIs3SvRA

GOOD ROCKIN' TONIGHT

(Roy Brown)

by Roy Brown w/Bob Ogden & His Orchestra

(DeLuxe: 1947) US #13 R&B in '48

"I heard the news There's good rockin' tonight"

https://youtu.be/DpOF4DZ6wDA

This is the original of Roy Brown's classic song which was memorably covered

by Wynonie Harris in '48 and Elvis Presley in ’54.

HEADLINE NEWS

(Albert Hamilton/Richard Morris/Charles Hatcher)

by Edwin Starr

Pro: Al Kent & Richard Morris

(Ric-Tic: 1966) US #84 Pop, UK #39

https://youtu.be/g-za5o1l7Yo

HEADLINES

(John Fogerty)

by John Fogerty

Pro: John Fogerty

(Warner Bros: 1986)

HEADLINES

(Reggie Calloway/Vincent Calloway/Melvin Gentry/Belinda Lipscomb/

Bobby Lovelace/Bill Simmons)

by Midnight Star

Pro: Reggie Calloway & Midnight Star

(Solar: 1986) US #3 R&B, #69 Pop, UK #16.

'Extra, extra, read all about it'

https://youtu.be/FWlL44LOOG4

HEROES

(Jennifer Kimball/Thomas Kimmel)

by Johnny Cash & Waylon Jennings

(Columbia: 1986)

"That old newspaper headline"

https://youtu.be/yoD0XxTSN2k

JIMMIE BROWN, THE NEWSBOY

(A.P. Carter)

by Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs & The Foggy Mountain Boys

(Columbia: 1951)

“I sell the morning paper sir”

Written by A.P. Carter, founder of The Carter Family

https://youtu.be/iVZ8u7BP1ws

Song was a #5 country hit in ’59 by Mac Wiseman.

A LITTLE GOOD NEWS

(Charlie Black/Rory Bourke/Tommy Rocco)

by Anne Murray

Pro: Jim Ed Norman (Capitol: 1983)

US #1 Country, #74 Pop.

"Not much to print today/Can't find nothin' bad to say"

https://youtu.be/HQYS8gRL7zw

IT'S GOOD NEWS WEEK

(Jonathan King)

by Hedgehoppers Anonymous

Pro: Jonathan King (Parrot: 1965)

UK #5 in '65, US #48 Pop in '66.

https://youtu.be/Q4KzGKnuUuc

NEWS OF THE WORLD

(Bruce Foxton)

by The Jam

Pro: Vic Smith & Chris Parry

(Polydor: 1978) UK #27.

News Of The World is a British weekly paper.

https://youtu.be/UTbPnOZYxl8

NEWSPAPER BOY BLUES

(Tiny Bradshaw/Jesse Kennedy)

by Tiny Bradshaw/Vocal by Little Tiny Kennedy

(King: 1952)

https://youtu.be/C3I7LPDbq0Q

NOTHING HAS BEEN PROVED

(Neil Tennant/Chris Lowe)

by Dusty Springfield

Pro: Pet Shop Boys

(UK Parlophone: 1989) UK #16.

From the soundtrack of the film "Scandal" (Miramax: 1989) about the Profumo political scandal in Britain. "Mandy's in the papers 'cause she tried to go to Spain", referring to Mandy Rice-Davis.

https://youtu.be/hFxUFXGMgRY

ODE TO BILLIE JOE

(Bobbie Gentry)

by Bobbie Gentry

Pro: Kelly Gordon & Bobby Paris

(Capitol: 1967)

US #1 Pop, #17 Country, #7 AC, UK #13.

"I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge"

https://youtu.be/-_E3UIeZUCs

OLD FRIENDS

(Paul Simon)

by Simon & Garfunkel

Pro: Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel & Roy Halee

(Columbia: 1968)

From their album "Bookends".

"A newspaper blown through the grass"

https://youtu.be/7A76lTte8qE

ROLL OVER BEETHOVEN

(Chuck Berry)

by Chuck Berry & His Combo

Pro: Leonard Chess

(Chess: 1956)

US #2 R&B, #29 Pop.

"Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news"

https://youtu.be/nhYLpHakuVY

SUNDAY PAPERS

(Joe Jackson)

by Joe Jackson

Pro: David Kershenbaum

(A&M: 1979)

From Joe Jackson's debut chart album "Look Sharp!"

https://youtu.be/Tfo2-3MDxBw

SUNDAY TIMES

(Loudon Wainwright III)

by Loudon Wainwright III

from the 1998 compilation "BBC Sessions"

containing his earlier BBC performances.

TELL ME WHAT THE PAPERS SAY

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

by Elton John

Pro: Gus Dudgeon

(Rocket: 1985)

"I spy headlines, newsprint tells lies"

https://youtu.be/gq-dYKY5nZg

TOP FORTY, NEWS, WEATHER AND SPORTS

(John D. Loudermilk)

by Mark Dinning

(MGM: 1961) US #81 Pop

https://youtu.be/DsfE8g1rAQw

(see note on Mark Dinning below*)

WANT ADS

(Norman Johnson/Greg Perry/Barney Perkins)

by The Honey Cone

Pro: Greg Perry (Hot Wax: 1971)

US #1 R&B, #1 Pop.

Darlene Love’s sister Edna Wright was lead singer of this girl group trio who recorded for Hot Wax, the label owned by ex-Motown songwriters Brian Holland, Lamont Dozier and Eddie Holland.

https://youtu.be/r0V9K0ERzRo

WHAT'S HAPPENING BROTHER

(James Nyx/Marvin Gaye)

by Marvin Gaye

(Tamla: 1971)

From Marvin's landmark album "What's Going On".

"Are things really gettin' better, like the newspaper said?"

https://youtu.be/ucRg02jQz7g

YESTERDAY'S PAPERS

(Mick Jagger/Keith Richard)

by The Rolling Stones

Pro: Andrew Loog Oldham

(London: 1967) From their LP "Between The Buttons"

https://youtu.be/_7mkOy-TfPI

*Mark Dinning was the brother of three sisters (Jean, Lou and Ginger) who formed the vocal trio The Dinning Sisters; they clocked up best-selling records in the late 40's including BUTTONS AND BOWS on Capitol in '48. Jean co-wrote TEEN ANGEL which was Mark Dinning's major hit single on MGM that topped Billboard's Hot 100 in February 1960. The Dinning Sisters' accompanist and arranger was songwriter and pianist Don Robertson who had his own Top 10 success on Capitol in '56 with his composition THE HAPPY WHISTLER. Don married Lou and they recorded several singles together.

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