The Original Ducksekeeter

Chapter 22: All the Money in the World

Donald and Daisy were so fucking famous it was batshit crazy. Ever since the Steamboat Willie premiere everyone was just fucking in love with them. They couldn't walk even for a second on the street without people jumping on top of them and yelling about how much they love them right in their faces. Paparazzi wasn't even a thing in 1928 until Donald and Daisy came along and suddenly people were bringing old timey cameras out everywhere they could to flash a picture of the ducks. The flashing of the cameras would be nonstop, to the point that Donald and Daisy both went blind for a day on two separate occasions. But as crazy as all of this was, they absolutely loved every second of it. While most would find this attention horrible, this was the type of attention that Donald and Daisy had been craving, the type of attention that you only get when you are the most famous fucking creature to ever exist. Mickey and Minnie got this attention and did not deserve any of it, but Donald and Daisy knew good and goddamn well that this was what they deserved, and as it just kept coming and coming to them it was just so damn tasty. Every morning they woke up, they could hear people screaming their names from outside and trying to break into their house. It was so beautiful to them. The two of them would walk right up to a window that put them in view of everyone down below cheering for them. They would sometimes pretend like they couldn't tell people were out there and would act like they would be about to open the window to talk to them but then walk away. But they would also on very lucky occasions open the window up and scream "HI!" to the crowd who would then start screaming even more seeing them in the flesh. They had countless body guards for when they went outside, who would fight off anyone who got too excited with them. Although Donald and Daisy didn't mind people getting too excited and would encourage them to fight the bodyguards, which wouldn't end well because these bodyguards were fucking psychopaths who could kill you in a second.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH OUR LIVES ARE PERFECT!" Donald and Daisy would scream.
Gone were the days when Donald and Daisy would be yelled at in the streets because people saw them being mean in a short film, or even worse have to get violent if people didn't recognize them.
"Remember that little brat girl that I had to beat up because she didn't know who I was, I don't have to beat her up anymore!" Daisy said cheerfully.
"That's great!" Donald smiled.
It was great. It was majestic. It was powerful. It was beautiful. It was orgasmic. It was AAAAHHHHHH. It was fun. It was tasty. It was sexy. It was badass. It was noteworthy. It was illustrious. It was massive. It was everything. It was the best thing in the world that the ducks were now famous.
And someone who was really enjoying Donald and Daisy's new fame as well was Walt Disney.
"OH I AM JUST SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT ALL OF THIS!" Walt giggled, as he forced one of his Indian slaves to light five cigars, "HURRY UP AND LIGHT IT, I THOUGHT DOTS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SMARTER SINCE YOU ARE AT LEAST ABLE TO KEEP YOUR LAND IN YOUR OWN CONTROL!"
"WALT WE ARE SO FUCKING HAPPY TOO!" Donald screamed.
"I KNOW, I JUST LOVE BEING FAMOUS!" Daisy cummed.
"And just think the fame is never gonna stop, it is just gonna go on and on and on and on and on and on..."
"We get it," Daisy smiled.
"Because even though Steamboat Willie has taken the Pyramid of Giza's place as the first wonder of the world, lightning will strike twice, we will release all of the countless shorts that we have already filmed and each of them WILL BE MORE SUCCESSFUL THAN THE FUCKING LAST, AND WE WILL RELEASE THESE SHORT FILMS FOR THE REST OF EFUCKINGTERNITY, EVEN IF ALL OF US ARE FUCKING EXCINT WE WILL STILL FIND A WAY TO SURVIVE BECAUSE WE ARE WALT DISNEY AND BE FAMOUS!"
Donald and Daisy began hyperventilating and fell on the floor, the fame that they were feeling was fucking incredible and they could hardly take it, but they were going to take it and they were going to have sex with it because GOD it felt good.
"I can't believe that we really did this, I mean we are actually the most famous people in the world Donald!" Daisy said one night when her and Donald were drinking and screaming about how much they loved their lives.
"I know, and you had all of those doubts about them not liking Steamboat Willie and shit!"
"Well they shouldn't like Steamboat Willie, our fans are retarded, outside of the fact that they love us of course, but it turns out that their retardation is our gain DONALD!"
"And one of the best parts of our fame is just how good we are at it, we truly know how to run a crowd!"
"I know we look so fucking amazing when we walk outside, the way we get everyone's attention and shit, but we are also smart enough to make them look good as well, we make them feel special like they're famous, like we are excited to meet them!"
"And if we love them then they will worship us!"
"Exactly, we are so fucking incredible at this fame thing!"
One day Donald and Daisy were at the fanciest and most expensive restaurant in the world, and were eating everything on the menu. Nobody else was allowed to eat in the restaurant because Donald and Daisy are important, and dark cloth was put on the windows so that the ducks couldn't be seen, although the ducks could hear people screaming at the top of their lungs for them to come out and greet them, with many people also trying to eat their way through the building.
"What a lovely evening!" Daisy smiled, "and everything is so delicious!"
"Do you know what the most delicious thing is?" Asked Donald.
The noise of people literally murdering each other trying to get into the restaurant was beautifully flooding the ducks ears.
"What?" Daisy grinned, she already knew the answer.
"YOU!"
"Oh stop it you silly duck!"
The ducks ate so much food it was crazy, they ate steak, chicken, ribs, salads, soups, shrimp, spaghetti, tacos, cakes, pies, mice, wings, corn, hamburgers, cheeseburgers, dumplings. Then on to the drinks. Lemonade, wine, beer, pina coladas, White Russians, blue hawaiians, fruit punch, coffee, beer, sake, coke, Pepsi, Diet Coke, Diet Pepsi, root beer, root beer float, pink lemonade, milk, chocolate milk, strawberry milk, strawberry daiquiris, Mountain Dew, water, Hawaiian Punch, vodka, brandy, coconut water, milkshakes, smoothies, icees, apple cider, spiked apple cider, hot chocolate, and tea. DESERTS. Cake, apple pie, lollipops, donuts, macarons, pies, cookies, chocolates, jolly ranchers, marshmallows, jello, pudding, crème brûlée, cupcakes, parfaits, tarts, and chocolate covered strawberries.
"Here's the bill!" The waiter said, giving the ducks a bill of $50,000,000 worth of food, which the ducks happily signed with a $1,000,000 tip because they are so fucking generous.
Their bulimic assess went to the bathroom to purge, but before they could arrive beefy security guards who the ducks recognized to be Walt's came down from the ceiling.
"HOLY SHIT!" Donald and Daisy screamed.
They were snatched up, the guards pulled the entire fucking ground up, and the ducks went down under the earth where there were tunnels.
"WE HAVE TO BE SNEAKY!" The guards screamed.
"Then shut up!" Daisy yelled.
The guards picked up Donald and Daisy with their hands and charged down the tunnel as fast as they could. In a matter of thirty seconds the guard stopped and they all looked up to see Walt staring at them.
"Climb up bitches!" Walt yelled.
Donald and Daisy were thrown from the tunnels and up a hole that led to outside of Walt's Private Jet.
"What are we doing here?" Asked Donald.
"FUCKING AMAZING!" Walt yelled, lighting ninety seven cigars.
"Okay."
The ducks were thrown into the jet and flown high into the sky. Walt walked over to a speaker that went throughout all of ToonTown and yelled into it, "I AM HOLDING A SURPRISE PREMIERE OF MY NEW SHORT FILM THE KARNIVAL KID WHERE DONALD FUCKING TALKS AND AFTER THE MASTERPIECE THERE WILL BE A SURPRISE APPEARANCE FROM DONALD AND DAISY AND EVERYONE CAN MEET THEM, BUT SEATS ARE FIRST COME FIRST SERVE SO YOU BETTER HURRY!"
It was pretty quiet outside prior to their announcement, but the second it finished it felt as if there was a fucking earthquake, even though the ducks were in the air. It was fucking pandemonium outside, people running outside as fast as they could and booking it to the theater. The ducks and Walt watched as people shot, stabbed, and raped each other while trying to get to the theater, as many people also died by getting trampled. It wasn't even just people from ToonTown either, people from across the country were charging as fast as they could into the city, illegals were coming out from the water and charging in as well, but Walt shot all them from up in the plane. One of Walt's slaves flew them all down towards the theater and they could see people charging in as well. Inside the theater there were one million seats for people who got there, and to make sure only one person would sit in each seat Walt superglued the place where the asses go. Anyone who didn't get a seat would be asked to leave, which was followed by them killing themselves. We lost half the population that night.
Walt went to his loud speaker and screamed, "THE KARNIVAL KID IS STARTING IN FIVE MINUTES!"
A deafening roar from the theater could be heard around the world.
"OKAY YOU TWO PUT THESE HARNESSES ON!" Walt demanded.
"HARNESSES?!" The ducks asked.
"YES, YOU ARE MAKING GRAND ENTRANCES!"
Walt grabbed a grappling hook and shot it into the theater. He then grabbed a clothes hanger to zip line into the theater where people screamed and cheered when he got in.
"Get in the harness!" Walt's slave yelled at the ducks.
Donald and Daisy got harnessed onto a giant hog dog then was then attached to the zip line.
The ducks could hear a loud applause when the short began and ended, and heard people sob emotionally when Donald talked.
"DID YOU ALL LIKE THE SHORT!" Walt asked, to which everyone sobbed with excitement, "AND I HAVE A BIG SURPRISE, COME ON IN!"
The giant hog dog that the ducks were harnessed into was shoved by Walt's slaves down the zip line.
"IS THIS SAFE?!" Donald and Daisy asked.
"No!" The slaves laughed.
The ducks slowly made their way down the line, which was not easy because the big dog was so heavy that they ended up moving slow as hell and there was a lot of turbulence along the way.
"DONALD I DON'T KNOW HOW WELL THIS IS WORKING AND I'M SCARED!"
"LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE AT LEAST WE WILL HAVE DIED FAMOUS!"
"DONALD FUCK OFF I DON'T WANNA DIE!"
The hot dog was about halfway down the zip line when it came to a complete stop.
"What's happening?!" Daisy whispered, as if to hold off any sudden movements.
"I don't know," Donald whispered as well.
The giant hot dog then started moving down and pushing the zip line with it, which caused the zip line to make a rattling sound.
"Now I wonder if that's gonna be a problem," Daisy smiled nervously.
It was.
SNAP!
The end of the zip line that was attached to the jet broke off and sent the rest of the zip line and the hot dog with the ducks flying through the air like it was swinging on a vine.
"HOLY FUCK!" The ducks screamed as they flew quickly in the air.
The hot dog swung through the air and went through the wall of the theater where it flew over the screaming crowd below and landed onto the stage next to Walt. The crowd went fucking bonkers. They all ripped their asses out of the superglued seats and ran to the stage.
"YOU WILL ALL GET TO MEET DONALD AND DAISY BUT ONE AT A TIME, GET IN A SINGLE FILE LINE AND IF ANYONE BREAKS THOSE RULES YOU WILL BE ASKED TO LEAVE AND THEN YOU'LL WANT TO DRINK BLEACH BECAUSE THIS IS A ONCE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY AND YOU'D HAVE FUCKED IT UP AND JUST EVERYTHING ELSE THAT HAS HAPPENED IN YOUR LIVES BUT THIS IS ACTUALLY A GOOD THING SO WAIT FOR DONALD AND DAISY TO BE READY FOR YOU!"
Everyone in the theater got into a single file line and Donald and Daisy met every one of their demented asses. Some of them were sobbing, some of them got sexual, most of them tried to propose to both of them, and all of them bowed down to them like they were Jesus or something. Once the ducks were finished they got back home and began laughing uncontrollably.
"I can't believe that one lady tried to give us her child!" Daisy spat.
"And that one who wanted to feel my vocal cords!" Donald spoke.
"I can't believe you let him though Donald, you're fucking weird!"
"Whatever," Donald smiled, "do you wanna feel them?!"
Daisy giggled and the two hopped into bed for some oral to cap off the night.
Walt was not wrong about his new short films getting more popular than the last because the Karnival Kid ended up making twice the amount of money as Steamboat Willie did, which was already a massive success in itself. Over the next few years countless Donald and Daisy short films were released, each of them raking in more money than anyone even thought was possible. ToonTown was the only place in the world that was still making money during the Depression and all of the money that was going to people seeing the short films were seen as one the reasons why the Depression wasn't letting up. The city of ToonTown was also growing increasingly, and many new stars of the Disney company were arriving as well, including Goofy and Clarabelle who also began to star in short films and were becoming increasingly popular as well, especially Goofy who Donald and Daisy were starting to get nervous about becoming more famous than them but thankfully some scandals about him being a rapist and drug lord came out that put a damper on his image and Donald and Daisy didn't even have to make them up. Donald and Daisy also got Ludwig and Mortimer to star in short films as well which they liked except that Mortimer became angry that the roles he was getting always involved him being an antagonist.
"Why the fuck is Walt portraying me like that?!" Mortimer asked Daisy one night.
"I don't know, you have a resting bitch face!"
"But I am amazing!" Mortimer screamed angrily.
"Well some people like that bad boy image Mortimer so you should take it as a compliment," Daisy giggled.
"Well everyone in the city is afraid of me so I'm not sure how true that is!"
"That means you are playing the character well, so you should take it as a compliment!"
"Stop saying that, and I'm pretty sure you weren't taking it as a compliment when you and Donald used to have a bad image!"
"I can't hear you, someone is calling me!" Daisy quickly ran off.
But outside of Mortimer's bitching everything for everyone was fine. And Donald and Daisy's favorite part of their fame was when they got their paycheck. They received it every single day and every time they earned a billion dollars. They had so much fucking money it was insane, Scrooge McDuck even looked broke as hell compared to them.
"Uncle Scrooge, how much money did you make this week?" Donald asked with a smirk, with Daisy behind him laughing.
"Quit it Donald!"
"How much!?"
"It's just a simple question!" Daisy jumped in.
"Five... I can't say it!"
"YES YOU CAN!" The ducks screamed.
"Billion," he mumbled.
"FIVE BILLION HAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAGH!" The ducks screamed, "YOU BROKE FUCKING LOSER!"
The ducks had so much money that ended up having Walt add a giant vault that was a hundred times bigger than Scrooge's to their house. They also were running out of room for their money in their house, or at least they didn't feel like filling other rooms in their house for their money, so they had to resort to putting their money in a special bank in town that was just for them called, THE DUCK BANK THAT IS FOR DONALD AND DAISY DUCK AND NOBODY ELSE SO DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING IN! Donald and Daisy loved their bank more than anything and they even began a new nightly routine that made their feathers ruffle. This routine all began one sexy night...
"Donald I feel broke after visiting your uncle," Scrooge was in the hospital for a heart attack after snorting cocaine mixed with meth but unfortunately was going to make a full recovery, "LET'S HEAD TO OUR BANK!"
Donald and Daisy opened up their bank, sneaking in all mysterious as if they were robbing it because it made them look cool. They headed for the biggest vault in the bank that housed all their one hundred thousand dollar bills. These bills were created during the Depression and were made for Federal Reserve Use according to Wikipedia, but all of them ended up going to Donald and Daisy's bank. At first they just sniffed and ate the dollars but eventually Daisy decided to get sexual with them and rubbed them against her pussy.
"Damn baby!" Donald squealed.
"Take your clothes off right now Donald!" She ordered.
Donald stripped nude and Daisy removed her remaining articles of clothing. They got into the missionary position, Donald on top Daisy on bottom, and began thrusting. Daisy giggled as the smooth paper bills and their prickly edges tickled her bare back and ass. They thrusted harder and harder pushing Daisy deeper into the bills.
"OH I AM RICH!" She screamed.
As Daisy orgasmed Donald fell on top of Daisy, his dick pushing further into her pussy, and causing his face to hit the cash.
"I wanna feel the money better, switch with me!"
Donald went to the bottom of the barrel and Daisy hopped on the top bunk.
"PAY DAY!" Donald giggled.
Daisy shoved her vagina so deep into Donald's dick that he got shoved very deep into the money. Donald stretched his arms out and began to make a snow angel in the money, his arms moving mighty fast with the intensity of the fucking. The bills hit against Donald's nipples and made them erect, and many of the bills began to go into his ass.
"OH GOD THAT TICKLES!" Donald screamed.
With the bills giving him a full on prostate exam he ended up making a very aggressive thrusting motion and essentially stabbing the inside of Daisy's clit but she liked it. Daisy at this point was just laying flat on top of Donald and was putting her hands far into the pile of money. They fucked and fucked and fucked some more until Donald cummed in her.
"I wanna feel the money hit me better!" Daisy stated.
"You felt it in the first round!"
"Well how about the next round we both feel it!"
"My dick needs to cool down!"
"OH JESUS!"
They waited twenty minutes before going for their next round. They put their upper bodies into the money and then pushed themselves further and further down into it.  They got to the point where their entire bodies were underneath the money. They then started swimming deep into the ocean of money, until they were about halfway down the money pit. They were now surrounded by money at each and every direction. It was also dark which added to the warmth of the situation. It also was literally warm under all of that money as well.
"THIS IS THE RIGHT SPOT!" Daisy sneezed through her vagina.
They had the craziest sex that they ever had with each other. Daisy wrapped her body around Donald like a pretzel or a baby gorilla onto his nursing mother or something like that.
"ARE YOU READY DAISY?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
There wasn't a heavy metal song playing but there may as well have been because the ducks were rocking and rolling their genitals against each other like it was going out of style. They were pretty much having an orgy because the money had a mind of its own. It hugged against their bodies, jiggling and tickling and prickling their feathers and flesh.
"OH MY JESUS!" The ducks screamed as the cash fucked them.
Daisy howled like a wolf and Donald coughed up blood. The bills were wrapping around them, going in between their bods and up both of their asses. It also went into their mouths, their mouths were filled with bills so they couldn't audibly moan so they had to substitute that with the moaning on genitals squelching into each other.
"MOMS BETTER HAVE MY MONEY!" Daisy spat through the bills.
"AAAAAHAHHAHAHGJGHGHHHH!" Donald coughed.
The money was pushing them closer and closer. They were combined, one with each other, one with the money, it was beautiful. It was sexy. It was rich.As the money engulfed them they couldn't even tell they had climaxed as the money tickled them harder than any orgasm could, so they ended up just fucking nonstop for hours on end, Donald's dick was exhausted with no refractory period but he was hard as a rock with those bills wrapped around his dick like a Christmas present. They eventually started getting paper cuts around their bodies, some caused bleeding so now blood was going around each other's bodies and onto the bills. And if they even thought about stopping for a second the bills would grow hands and pull them back down for more. They felt as if they were suffocating, their eyes watered, their bodies gone numb. They couldn't do anything else but continue penetrating with the money. The penetration grew harder and harder the more tired they got, with the bills becoming more aggressive and pushing them into each other so much that it started to feel like they were literally inside of each other and they were, Donald was exploring Daisy's bodily function enterally and Daisy was exploring Donald's rib cage from the inside and even bit into it a few time. Woof. They were hot, sweaty dripping all over them. Bark. The money was drenched too, they couldn't breathe, it was time to escape, the money was holding them back but they fought, they made a giant leap, they flew out of the money pit and were now in open air. They were now sitting back on the surface of the money, awkwardly ass naked and breathing heavily. Donald jerked off into the money and Daisy swallowed some semen covered bills and then they got dressed and left their bank to find that the sun was starting to rise. They then both looked at each other and said, "THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!"
The paycheck was a truly amazing part of their new life. But every aspect of their fame and fortune was spectacular and made the ducks feel all tingly inside.
In November 1933 Walt was going to hold a party for the five year anniversary of Steamboat Willie and before the party he set up an interview for Donald and Daisy with a four year old Barbara Walters, who still looked and acted the exact same.
"Now I know you two must be very excited for the five year anniversary of Steamboat Willie!"
"We are Barbara as a matter of fact!" Daisy smiled.
"Yes, very, very excited!" Donald added.
"Oh goodie, now Walt is going to have a very large celebration, correct?"
"Oh yes Barbara, Walt is going to have Steamboat Willie play at every single movie theater in the world, even opening back up the ones closed because of the Depression, and play it for two weeks straight with no other movie," Daisy whispered the last part, "that sounds fucking terrible!"
"And there's going to be a big party!" Barbara smiled.
"Oh yes Barbara a big party, it's gonna be amazing!" Donald laughed.
The three fake laughed for a few more seconds before Barbara continued with the retarded interview.
"Now Daisy, how do you keep up with the weight?"
"I just do, you little cunt!" Daisy laughed.
"And Donald, are you satisfied with Daisy in the bedroom?"
"Yes I am!"
"Barbara what the fuck does this have to do with Steamboat Willie?!" Daisy asked.
"Have I offended you, if so do forgive me!"
"Well I think these questions are just fucking wei..."
"Would you like me to change the subject?"
"I would like you to not interrupt me!"
"This is my interview is it not?"
Barbara looked back into her notes before saying.
"Do you all love your fans?"
"Yes we do!" Donald and Daisy smiled.
"That's swell, now onto Walt, is it true he has slaves?"
"No it is not!" Donald lied with a smile.
"I hear he makes very racist and antisemitic and sexist remarks, which I find to be offensive especially the antisemitic stuff because I am a proud Jew!"
"He loves all!" Daisy laughed at her own lie.
"Good, that would be a shame, now have you ever seen him raping children?"
"No Barbara we have never seen him raping children!" Donald yelled.
"Oh that's good, now one final question!"
"Thank God!" Daisy said audibly.
"What's next?"
"We're leaving this interview and going to the streets to greet our adoring fans!" Daisy stated.
"No, you have misunderstood my question!"
"Oh okay!" Daisy rolled her eyes.
"I mean in the future, what's the plan!"
"We're going to continue our short films!" Donald stated.
"And only that, for the foreseeable future?"
"If it ain't broke don't fix it, everybody loves us!" Daisy opened up the window to allow the deafening scream of fans to echo throughout the room.
"But don't you fear they may get bored?"
"Bored of us?" Daisy laughed, "PLEASE!"
Walt was listening to the recording of the Barbara Walters interview with Donald and Daisy sitting in the room near him. He was very intensely smoking seventy cigars and looked like he forgot how to blink. Once the recording finished he started freaking the fuck out.
"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GONNA DO?!" He began screaming over and over again, "BRING ALCHOL KIKE I AM FREAKING OUT!" He demanded one of his slaves at gunpoint.
"Why are you freaking out, I mean I know that Barbara Walters is fucking annoying but don't you think this is a bit of an overreaction?!" Daisy asked.
"AN OVERREACTION, BITCH THIS INTERVIEW CAN NEVER BE RELEASED IT RUINS MY COMPANY!"
"How does it ruin your company, because Barbara asks if you are a little politically incorrect?" Asked Donald.
"Which is already pretty obvious, I mean you called out that black guy at that event we were at the other day with hard R!" Daisy recollected.
"It isn't that, it's that that bitch asked about the future of the company!" Walt explained.
"Okay well you don't actually think people are gonna get bored of Daisy and I'd short films, do you?!"
"They might, and if they are bored of the short films what else do we have to offer, we are fucked, the company is fucked, ToonTown is fucked, no more money, no more fame, no more slaves, no more cigars," Walt lit two hundred more cigars at the thought of that one, "no more meaning to life, AGAGHAHAGAHHAGAHH, WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO!"
"Calm down, we'll think of something, a new thing other than shorts that can also keep us relevant!"
"Oh that's great, I'm gonna have some more cigars to celebrate!" Walt then made his Jewish slave feed him cigars.
When the ducks got home Donald asked Daisy, "so how are we gonna stay relevant?"
"I don't fucking know, I was just trying to shut his bitch ass up!"
"Okay but now he thinks we're gonna give him some new element to our career, which also means more work other than the short films that already take up too much of our time that could be used for fucking in our bank!"
"Oh fuck, this fucking sucks!"
"Yeah it does!"
Daisy thought for a second before saying, "maybe this isn't a bad thing!"
"How so?" Donald asked, all annoyed.
"Walt wants us to come up with new ideas for our career and for the company, and in the future we do get new ideas from him like Disneyland and shit, but Walt's all annoying and egotistical about shit like that!"
"I remember we always had to call it Disneyland Copyright Walt Disney 1955 in front of him so he wouldn't get offended!"
"Well what if we come up with the idea of Disneyland and Disney World before Walt even thinks about it or at least announces them to the world then we get to have all the credit and people will love us even more!"
"And we can pretend like we've come up with many countless ideas for the company, Disney Cruise Line, Disney Channel, Walt freezing himself, we can suggest it to him!"
"Oh, the Mickey Mouse Club, remember that shit, we can come up with the idea of that?!"
"Oh yeah all those kids crowding around Mickey, what were they called again!"
"Mouseketeers!"
"Duckseketeers!"
"We are geniuses, Walt will have no creative control of the company with how many more ideas we're coming up with before he announces them!"
"I especially like that Mickey Mouse Club idea, it was so popular, they even got a song, we can call it the Donald and Daisy Duck Club!"
"Or the Daisy and Donald Duck Club I guess either would work!"
"And we'll have a song about us, kids will jump up and down, we'll make stars like Justin and Britney, on that note we could pretend like we came up with the idea of TVs and take credit for that for even more fame, and then when our show is on TV  it can broadcasted all over the world, we are everywhere, everyone loves us!"
"Us Ducksekeeters are smart, who knew time travel and plagiarism is a fucking amazing combo!"
"Okay so on that note we have to act like this is all coming from us and that we aren't secretly from the future!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, saying these aren't our ideas," Daisy began saying as Donald smiled, "this was always our idea, we are the Original Duckseketeers!"