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Quack Fu It was hot even for Florida. The air hung thick with the scent of popcorn, sunscreen, and just a hint of pure childhood joy.
Kevin Harrison wiped the sweat from his brow, his dark brown skin glistening under the afternoon sun. He wore a Goofy hat tilted to the side over his sharp fade, the tassels bouncing every time he laughed. At 6’0”, with broad shoulders and a lean build from years of high school football, Kevin stood out especially in his bright red Class of 2025 shirt. This was his dream trip: a reward for graduating with honors and being one of three seniors chosen for an all-expenses-paid vacation to Disney World.
Leon Crowder leaned against a railing beside him, sipping from a comically oversized cup of Sprite. He was a little shorter maybe 5’9” with light brown skin and curly dark hair pulled into a tight bun. His laid-back smile gave him the look of someone always ready to stir up fun...or trouble.
Ian Juarez stood with his back to the crowd, scrolling through the Disney app on his phone. His tan complexion was starting to redden under the sun, and he wore aviators, a Mickey T-shirt, and a fanny pack he insisted was “Ironically cool.” The most practical of the trio, Ian was deep in logistics mode, trying to figure out how to squeeze in one last ride before the day ended.
“I’m telling you,” Kevin said with a grin, “Space Mountain was not worth a 95-minute wait.”
Leon chuckled. “You were screaming like you were being abducted.”
Kevin smirked. “I was giving the experience full flavor.”
“Guys,” Ian said, raising his phone, “Toontown’s closing in 30 minutes. If we hustle... ”
Suddenly, three figures emerged from the alley between two souvenir stands. They moved fast too fast. Each wore a cracked, dirty clown mask. One had a greasy rainbow wig. Another had a painted red nose. The third wore a mask streaked with blood-red smile lines under the eyes.
“Alright, party boys,” said the red-nosed one. “Wallets, phones, and that ridiculous Goofy hat. Now.”
Kevin stepped forward protectively, instinctively shielding his friends. “We don’t want trouble.”
“Too late,” said Rainbow Wig or Wig-Wig, as Leon would later call him.
Ian looked around nervously. “Seriously? In Disney World?”
The third clown cracked his knuckles and stepped in. “Magic Kingdom’s got its own kind of magic, kid.”
Kevin’s fists clenched. He’d been in a few fights before, but three-on-three with masked attackers? He was quick, not stupid.
“Magic’s just smoke, bro,” growled Red Nose. “Now give it up.”
He lunged
WHAM.
A feathered leg whipped out of nowhere, kicking Red Nose square into a trash can with a metallic clang.
Everyone turned to the source.
Donald Duck.
A Disney cast member in full costume stood at the edge of the plaza: massive cartoon eyes, Blue Sailor suit with a red bowtie, floppy blue sailor cap, and big orange webbed feet.
Kevin blinked. “Ain’t no way…”
Without a word, Donald charged.
He moved fast too fast for a guy in a 30-pound duck suit. In a blur, he spun and swept Wig-Wig off his feet with a roundhouse kick. The second clown didn’t even have time to react before he was flipped over Donald’s shoulder in a judo throw that ended in a bone-jarring thump.
“What the?!” Red Nose gasped, stumbling to his feet. He turned to run.
Donald jumped yes, jumped and drop-kicked him into a churro stand.
Kevin, Leon, and Ian stood frozen.
The plaza went dead silent.
Except for the groans of the defeated clowns on the ground.
Donald Duck adjusted his bow tie, then tugged his blue cap back into place. He turned to the boys.
“You kids okay?” came a voice from inside the suit muffled, deep, calm. Not the quacky Donald voice. The real one.
Leon blinked. “Did we...did we just get saved by Donald Duck?”
Donald gave a shrug.
“Just doing my job.”
Kevin stared, stunned. “You’re in a duck suit...and you just did kung fu on a gang of clowns?”
“Taekwondo, technically.” Donald bowed slightly. “Enjoy the rest of your stay, gentlemen.”
Then he gave them a salute.
And turned.
And waddled away; literally waddled toward Fantasyland, just as security guards came sprinting in, radios crackling.
Ian shook his head, still dazed. “That’s going on my college essay.”
Kevin laughed equal parts awe and disbelief. “Bro, we just got saved by a Disney Avenger.”
Leon grinned and fist-bumped him. “Forget Space Mountain. That? That was the real ride.”
They stood in silence for a moment, watching their unlikely hero disappear into the crowd.
And somewhere in the distance, they swore they heard a faint:
“Quack.”
And just like that...
The magic was real.
Written for: "The Writer's Cramp" 
Prompt: In honor of Donald Duck Day on June 9, write a story or poem about someone encountering the Donald Duck character outside of a Disney attraction. |
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