Come along with Jesse Duck as he goes on adventures with his family. Taking care of his sons, Huey, Dewey, and Louie with Donald his brother-in-law and reconciling with Scrooge McDuck. As family secrets are uncovered, treasures are found, and histo...
A seagull soars high above the clouds through the air before diving towards the water drifting over it as it makes it way to the city of Duckburg. Swooping down searching for a boat to call its perch. The seagull lands on the first boat it seas before a fisherman shoos it away. The seagull tries again two more times getting the same result like an insane person before finally landing on a houseboat, adjusting it self getting comfortable for a quiet and calm nap. The seagull closed its eyes, humming to itself in content, ready sleep before.
BANG!
Startled out of its mind from the sudden sound, the seagull squawks and flies away as more racket and yelling can be heard from inside. "Come on! Hold still, Uncle Donald!" a boy in a green hoodies yelled. The one trying to get his uncle into a suit shirt and jacket is named Louie while the older duck he is holding onto from the back is named Donald. "Get off of me!" Donald yelled as Louie pulled off Donald's blue sailor uniform from him, causing Donald to fall flat on his back in pain and Louie landing gracefully on his feet beside a young duck in a red cap and shirt standing on a tall wooden stool in front of a flaming stove. "Good morning, Uncle Donald." The young duck in red with mint-green oven mitts on said, this one is named Huey.
"You can't wear this to your job interview." Louie said as Donald pulled a towel from on the kitchen counter around his waist. Louie throws the uniform into the washing machine with a grin. Donald yelped, "My uniform!" scrambling to his feet pulling at the sleeve that had been hanging outside the machine. "You've gotta dress for the job you want, not the job you have, which is no job." Louie said as he presented the the dress suit and shirt with a coy smile. The sleeve slipped from Donald's hands landing on the stove, causing it to catch on fire. Donald grabs the sleeve putting it inside the sink, extinguishing the flames with water. Louie watching with a grin like the little shit he is.
"Huey, don't touch the stove. You'll get hurt." Donald told Huey before he was mercilessly slapped across the face by the wet sleeve. "But it's a big day, and a big day calls for a big breakfast." Huey exclaims as he puts the fried fish and egg on a plate showing his uncle a rather unpleasant looking meal. The plate is rimmed with ketchup spelling out 'We believe in you Uncle Donald!' in all caps, the fish deflating like a whoopie cushion making the breakfast look even more disgusting somehow. Donald groaned in disgust at the sight, which I am sure the rest of us did as well, still pulling on the shirt sleeve. "I'll get the iron." Huey said throwing the pan, the plate-thank goodness, and the oven mitts to the side as he grabbed the suit from Louie running behind Donald and pulling out the ironing board. The board landed directly on top of Donald's head, causing him to fall to the ground and yell in anger. Huey steps back beside Louie still holding the suit.
