The Original Ducksekeeter

Chapter 28: Popsicle

Mary Poppins had been Walt's favorite novel since he read it to a little girl he was raping one night. He actively tried to get the author, P.L. Travers, to sell him the rights so that he could make a masterpiece motion picture adaptation of it, but that bitch wouldn't budge.
"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF THAT CUNT DOESN'T SELL ME THE DAMN RIGHTS I AM GONNA SEND AN ASTEROID TO EARTH!" He screamed and lit five hundred cigars after she denied him for the tenth time that week.
Daisy, who was in Walt's office while he was bitching about this, stated, "well Walt it's not her fault, you are ruining her book!"
"I most certainly am not, and Daisy you haven't even read it!"
"Okay fine, but I assume that in the book Mary and Bert don't have an orgy with the other chimney sweeps, or that the old man who runs the bank and the bird lady molest Michael!"
"They don't, but this is an adaptation, it is my interpretation of it!"
"You are so fucking fucked Walt, it's not even funny!"
"Okay I'll take out the orgy, but Mary still has to flash her tits at least ten times!"
Donald and Daisy had finished fucking in the vault and the scenes that take place at the bank in Mary Poppins reminded her of the interaction she had with Walt in his office.
"The chick Emma Thompson played still hasn't sold him the rights," Daisy laughed.
"He's never gonna get them, he is making it the horniest movie in history!"
"Well this is what happens when he tries to develop a movie without our help, or Mickey and Minnie's for that matter, those fuckers at least knew what the public wanted, all Walt things about is fucking!"
"Should we just help him!"
"Well the author is gonna pretty much make it for him so there's not really anything else big that we need to do!"
"I'm pissed that we didn't give Walt the book to read or something so that we could get credit for the movie!"
"I know, but I just forgot since I hate that movie!"
"Daisy I still don't see how you could have hated that movie, I think it's good!"
"Yeah, for kids dying of Down Syndrome, it was so damn retarded all the whimsical moments, and the songs that wouldn't fuck off, it was honestly the worst movie I have ever fucking seen that didn't star Mickey and Minnie!"
"Well thankfully for you it won't be coming out until the 60s since Walt still has to make it family friendly, has he made any progress in that?"
"He said he'd get rid of the orgy!" Daisy laughed.
"Oh that's great!"
"But the scene where Mary teaches Jane how to use a tampon with a close up of her bloody pussy is still there!" Daisy fell on her face with laughter.
"Oh my dear God!" Donald rolled his eyes.
"But according to Walt that's family friendly since it's educational for young ladies!"
Donald and Daisy both rolled around the vault laughing hysterically as they thought of Walt's messed up ideas.
The production on Mary Poppins continued for another ten years where in the meantime Walt was so preoccupied with trying to make the movie, or at least get the rights to make it, that he pretty much felt like he wasn't a part of the studio at all. Donald and Daisy didn't have to deal with his bullshit and were able to work on projects in peace. It was good for the studio to get back to normal after World War II and there also came some new changes to the studio to keep it fresh. In the 1950s the studio, to stay perfect and modern, decided to finally stop making short films since feature films, including the ones that the studio made, were becoming more successful. Although the looney tunes, since they had no movies that were successful enough, had to keep making short films. Donald and Daisy were thrilled by this as now they finally had a sense of freedom which they had never had before, in which they had practically no work to do but that didn't even matter since by name alone they were still the most famous things ever. The studio also continued being very strong in its television division (hey that rhymes) and ended up having the most highest rated shows of the decade. The Donald and Daisy Duck Club was of course still doing phenomenally, and was pretty much the only thing the two of them had an active role in that wasn't just behind the scenes, and even then it was Walt who was doing a lot of the behind the scenes work on most projects Donald and Daisy really just had to exist. Also on the telly was Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color, which Donald and Daisy made sure became the first TV show to ever air in color, and it also gave Ludwig a new role as well. In the original version of the program this was Ludwig's first appearance, but he wasn't in much of it. But in this version Ludwig now got to have a major role, appearing in every episode as the host of the show. Also every episode he got to sing his beautiful tune called the Spectrum song which went over all of the colors to go along with the show's colorful atmosphere. Although the song ended up sounding a little fruity since the lyrics go over the colors of the rainbow.
"This song is retarded as hell!" Walt screamed and lit fifty cigars when he read the lyrics.
"I like it, it's bouncy!" Ludwig grinned.
Another new part of the Disney studio was that now there was a True Life Adventure series. This was done entirely by Walt himself and they were a bunch of very exciting nature documentaries. In them, Walt would torture and force the animals to do things, and a lot of them died, but it's okay because they are only animals and that is also what happens in nature.
"Walt's nature documentaries are fucked up Donald!"
"I know, like the one he locked that baby penguin in a room with a polar bear!"
"Or when he forced a porcupine and naked mole rat to have anal with the porcupine as the bottom!"
"Or all the times he started forest fires for the fun of it!"
"You know when kids pull shit like this they usually become serial killers in the future!"
"Walt is such a dumb bitch!"
"Yeah I know, why does he even have a role in the studio at all I mean can't he just focus his time on making that dumbass Mary Poppins movie and leave everyone else the fuck alone!"
"I think he might get the rights soon!"
"How the fuck is he getting the rights?!"
"Well he's taken out pretty much everything sexual in the movie, he was crying about it under his desk today and smoking eighty cigars, I also read the script and it is pretty much identical to the one that eventually comes out!"
"GODDAMMIT DONALD I DON'T WANT THIS MOVIE IN OUR STUDIO!"
"You really hate Mary Poppins that much?!"
"I sure do, I can't stand it and it will be the worst thing that will ever happen I will be embarrassed that it will be a part of the studio I am the mascot of!"
"But animal abuse is fine!"
"Animal abuse is cooler than Dick Van Bull Dyke dancing his zesty heart out with a penguin!"
"Okay well you're not wrong, but still Mary Poppins is a Disney classic and it is gonna get us a lot of money!"
"Donald, you are so greedy, you need to learn that life is not all about money and fame!"
"You can't be serious!"
"I am, this convo is donvo, this looks better when typed!"
It still took a couple more years for Walt to get the rights because P.L. Travers has a stick stuck so far up her ass that it stabs her skull. But once production for the movie officially started, bitch it was go time. Walt got these two brothers called the Sherman Brothers to write all of the hit songs and Walt loved all of them, especially Feed the Birds which Walt would get super dramatic during and smoke a cigar slowly and cry softly like he was a holy roller watching Jesus die. He also contacted Queen Elizabeth and told her that he owned England now and would be filming there, and he also began the casting process for all of the parts. In order to get some street cred for its success, Donald and Daisy were producers on the film and were on set a lot. Okay that isn't actually true, Donald was on set a lot, Daisy lied about having stage four brain cancer that would only pop up on the days she was supposed to be there, but Walt was legally dumb and believed this.
"How's it going over there, have they written Superqxlhdkwncjwldhwkbdismxhakfhwohdoshdjsifjiwkxjshdj yet?" Daisy asked Donald every time he came home.
"Shouldn't you be at chemotherapy?" Donald asked.
"No, but holy shit Donald it really hit me today since now it's 1960!"
"Jesus Christ didn't World War II just end!"
"I know right, time flies by when you're having fun, but anyway since it's 1960 that means the COUNTDOWN IS ON!"
"For what?!"
"For the OG Kenneka Jenkins to enter the lung cancer ward!"
"Oh my God I know, it's gonna be beautiful!"
"I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT!"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING NOW I MEAN I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR SO LONG, THE STUDIO WILL BELONG TO US, WITH HIM GONE WE WILL BE THE SOLE LEADERS OF THE STUDIO!"
"OH GOD WAIT BUT WHAT IF SINCE WE ARE IN A DIFFERENT TIMELINE HE DOESN'T END UP DYING IN 1966, WHAT IF SOMEHOW HE HAS GOTTEN HEALTHIER LIKE SINCE HE ISN'T DEALING WITH MICKEY AND MINNIE AND INSTEAD WITH US THEN HE SMOKES LESS OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT AND THEN HE DOESN'T DIE UNTIL THE 70s or 80s or 90s or 2000s or 2010s or 2020s or 2030s or 2040s or 2050s, you get the idea, OH GOD DONALD I AM SCARED, MAYBE THAT'S TRUE, MAYBE HE WILL BE PERFECTLY FINE!"
Walt suddenly burst through the door.
"I'm here to see my patient!" He smiled and then fell to the floor violently where he then started coughing up puddles of blood, with a piece of his lung actually flying out of his throat, "oh sorry, I must be coming down with a cold!" He laughed and lit two hundred cigars.
"Never mind!" Daisy giggled.
Although the ducks were becoming increasingly excited about Walt's impending doom, his twilight years fucking sucked because he was pretty much as obnoxious as he had ever been in his life.
He somehow became more egoistical than usual, mostly because he was proud of himself for coming up with making a Mary Poppins movie on his own. Even though the ducks still were gonna get credit for this, Mary Poppins was going to be the first time since the Steamboat Willie days that they had less control than Walt did on a project for the studio and he wouldn't let them forget it. One time when Walt and Daisy were doing an interview, Daisy mentioned how the movie was in production and so everyone should get excited.
"HA!" Walt laughed angrily.
"What?!"
"You said the movie was in production!"
"I'm aware of that!"
"Well you should have said the WALT DISNEY MOVIE is in production!"
Donald was also going insane working with Walt on set, to the point that he decided to begin playing the cancer card as well. This sounded okay with Walt though because he thinks cancer is contagious, which thank God it's not because at that point everyone in the studio would have died of lung cancer with how much Walt was coughing around the studio. Walt was also all talk, he didn't do jack shit on set outside of hanging around the new cleaning lady, a sexy, barely legal, both in age and in the country, Latina, whose tits and ass were bigger than Texas. It was everyone else on the production who were doing all of the work and made the movie all on their own. Daisy was getting so fed up with this bullshit that she called a secret meeting at her house with every single employee.
"WALT IS GOING CRAZY!" Daisy yelled.
"Wait Goofy and Clarabelle aren't here!" Called out Roy Disney, those two were enjoying the 60s quite a lot.
"Fuck them and fuck you for interrupting, so as I was saying, WALT IS GOING CRAZY and I have called this meeting so we can discuss what we're gonna do about that!"
"There is nothing we can do, he runs the studio!" Called out an employee.
"Not for long, have you seen how much blood he's been coughing up!" Yelled another.
"And if he's sick then we should also care for him and have patience!" Snow White added.
"LISTEN SNOW WHITE I DON'T HAVE PATIENCE I WANT HIM DEAD I SOON AS POSSIBLE!" Daisy jumped up and down screaming.
"WWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAA!" Snow White cried, until Donald threw a rock at her head and knocked her out.
"Anyway what the two of us are trying to say is that we all need to rise up and tell Walt that he doesn't matter, and remind him who the real bosses of the studio are!" Yelled Donald.
"US!" Everyone in the room yelled.
"Well actually Donald and I but y'all are okay too!"
"We are not going to rise up against anyone, this shit is so damn dramatic!" Yelled Mary Blair.
"GIRL SHUT UP WALT IS A CUNT AND SO ARE YOU!" Mortimer yelled.
"You'll be sorry for that one!"
"Bitch no I won't!"
Some people in the room were completely on board with Donald and Daisy, while others didn't want to get involved because Walt scared them and they didn't want to get in trouble.
"Okay I know some of you are afraid of what Walt will do to you but the truth is that he is a dying loser so let's make these last few years the worst of his lif..." but just as Daisy was about to finish that sentence Goofy and Clarabelle walked in ass naked and smelling like they just took all the pot in the world.
"YHAL INSZE TROUBSE!" Goofy yelled before passing out.
"LWOSEAH!" Clarabelle laughed at Goofy, until she tripped on air and fell to the ground where she cracked her head open.
"What'd they say!" Someone asked.
"I think Goofy said y'all in trouble!" Donald stated.
"If he snitc..."
Walt came running into the room smoking a trillion cigars and screaming at the top of his destroyed lungs.
"THOSE HIGH BITCHES HAVE RATTED YOU OUT, NOW TELL ME WHO HAS CALLED THIS SECRET MEETING AND WHERE ARE MY MONARCHS?!"
"What monarchs?!" Someone asked.
"DONALD AND DAISY, I KNOW WHOEVER SET THIS SHIT UP HAS KIDNAPPED THEM AND ARE HIDING THEM SOMEWHERE, THIS IS THEIR HOUSE!"
"We called the meeting you fucking dumbass!" Daisy screamed.
Walt fell to the floor coughing up more blood, before getting back up and saying, "WHO HAS BRAINWASHED THEM?!"
"Walt holy shit you are dumb, we are not brainwashed!" Donald stated.
"YES YOU WERE YOU TWO LOVE ME AND WOULD NEVER GO AGAINST ME!"
"But we do not love you tonight Walt!" Daisy stomped.
"OH GOD!" Walt sobbed.
Walt ran to the laundry room of the house and began drinking Snuggle. Walt then fell to the floor unconscious.
"YES BITCH!" Daisy jumped for joy before turning to everyone else and saying, "it really wasn't our goal for him to die tonight but this is a pleasant surprise!"
Donald and Daisy drove Walt to the hospital as slow as a fucking snail, and really only went for the publicity of Donald and Daisy frantically trying to save Walt Disney's life. When they arrived they told the doctors, "you can try and save him but I think it's too late!"
Walt was put in a hospital room while Donald and Daisy waited anxiously outside for the good news. But their smiles quickly went away once the doctors came outside with smiles on themselves.
"We have some good news!" One of the doctors yelled.
Daisy ran to the roof of the hospital and was just about to jump off when a doctor held her back.
"WOW, you're really excited that he's gonna be okay!"
For some goddamn reason Walt Disney had so much luck in the world that he could drink fucking fabric softener and have stage ten lung cancer and still not die. Walt was released from the hospital in just three days, and by the first day he was pretty much already healed, the other two days just consisted of him getting a few tests done. Donald and Daisy had hoped that Walt coming into the party would at least finally make him realize how much of a cunt he is, but he just went back to his old self, worshiping Donald and Daisy who he consistently would apologize to if he had wronged them, but not giving a rat's ass about anyone else.
"I guess we'll just have to deal with Walt being a cunt until he's dead!" Daisy moped.
"But when he's dead we won't have to even think about him, all of this will just be one big joke!" Donald said
"That moment makes me horny, let's fuck!"
To make matters worse for the ducks, Walt hosted one of his beautiful Extravaganzas for his 60th dumbass birthday, where he announced that he would be starting a cult called EPCOT, a city of his own that would be all under his control.
"EVERYONE WHO WORKS FOR ME HAS TO LIVE THERE, TOONTOWN WILL JUST BE FOR FILMING AND MY DUCKIES, AND ALL OF YOU WILL BE UNDER MY CONTROL!" He explained to everyone there, who were all fucked up from the first four hours of the Extravaganza.
Donald and Daisy pulled Walt aside to tell him that he was fucked up.
"Walt, you cannot create a goddamn city!" Donald stated.
"I created ToonTown, and this will be even better, it will be futuristic and everyone will be my slaves, and nobody will leave, I will put a dome around the city and people can only escape with my permission, and of course I'm not gonna give it to them, and they will worship me for I am God!"
"Walt this is fucking crazy, you are not doing this!" Daisy screamed.
"PLEASE DAISY I WANT TO!" Walt began sobbing, lit fifty cigars, and coughed up a river of blood.
"NO, DONALD AND I SAY NO, but we were thinking that Epcot would be great as a theme park and we get full credit, and the symbol of the park will be a geodesic sphere that will also be a ride called Spaceship Earth, and there will be a World Showcase and Figment and Test Track sponsored by Chevrolet!"
"How have you already come up with all of this I just announced Epcot like five minutes ago and you didn't even know it existed beforehand!"
"BECAUSE WE ARE GODS!"
"That's true, BUT I WANT IT!"
"WE WILL QUIT!"
"OH NO PLEASE, OKAY NO EPCOT, ONLY AS A THEME PARK WITH ALL CREDIT FOR YOU TWO, I'LL BREAK THE SAD NEWS TO EVERYONE OUT THERE!"
"Donald I am going to fucking lose it Walt is so dumb!"
"We don't have to deal with him for that much longer!"
"Well for how much?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Donald lit five thousand cigars.
"He is such a bitch, and he is somehow not dead, even though he drank damn Snuggle, that then filled up his nasty ass lungs, and he is such a bitch!"
Thankfully Walt didn't think too much about Epcot because Mary Poppins was finally about to start filming and that was all he was excited about. The production did take a while to get going because casting the part of Jane was very hard for Walt to decide, but he eventually went with eight year old named Karen Dotrice who Walt liked for her long mouth that he could fit his cock deep into. This was honestly the major thing that kept Walt from thinking about Epcot. Daisy was happy that she had gone so long without having to deal with any of this shit, but something Mary Poppins related that Daisy was tricked into doing was going to P.L. Traver's ugly ass house in London. Daisy was told by Donald that the Beatles were having a four way in there with a cameo from Yoko Ono, but when she walked in all she saw was Walt trying to have sex with P.L. as she sprayed him with a hose.
"DONALD YOU CUNT!"
"I WAS NOT GONNA GO BY MYSELF!"
"SORRY I WAS ABOUT TO WALK IN BUT MY CANCER'S BACK!"
"NO IT'S NOT!" Donald shoved Daisy away from the door and slammed it shut.
"If anyone has cancer it's this retard, he has coughed up so much blood around here it looks like someone was murdered!" Yelled P.L. Travers.
"Oh please I am fine!" Walt said, after which he projectile vomited blood at P.L. Traver's face.
This turned out to be a party celebrating the start of Mary Poppins' filming. Several people walked in and most of them ended up slipping on Walt's blood the second they entered as it was all over the floor.
"Is anyone gonna clean that shit up?!" Daisy screamed.
"I'll lick it up," said Goofy.
"Goofy I swear!"
The party was boring as fuck. There was no alcohol because P.L. Travers refused to let any come inside and told Walt that she would not let him make the movie after all if he brought some in, there were some men because P.L. Travers is a pick me, but they were all a bunch of old English men who's cocks were all small and uncircumcised, and the worst part was that Walt made what felt like a hundred toasts, with orange juice instead of alcohol (Donald Duck Orange Juice of course), that were all about his amazing accomplishment.
"I AM BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE HAHA!" He said at the end of one of his speeches.
"Can something entertaining happen!" Donald and Daisy said, about to fall asleep.
Just then there was a knock at the door and some doctors came in and they all had concerned looks on their faces.
"Oh no this seems bad," Donald grinned.
"Walt, you know how you had some tests done after you drank Snuggle?"
"Yes, I passed them right, because I am Walt Disney!"
"Bitch read the room, do those asssholes look joyful?!" Daisy yelled.
"We would have waited for you to come home, but we have realized that this is so big we needed to fly out to London to tell you because this is big!"
"What is it, did I win?"
"No, you have lung cancer, and it is not just any lung cancer, you have a form of lung cancer that nobody in history has ever had before, stage 1000000000000000000.5!"
"OH BOY SO THAT MEANS I GOT A WORLD RECORD, WALT DISNEY IS AMAZING, EVERYONE ELSE SUCKS BUT ME, wait is that bad?!"
"I mean, yes, it is the worst cancer that any living creature has had, we literally have no clue how you're still alive!"
"WELL I AM WALT DISNEY SO I AM INVINCIBLE!"
"Well actually we expect you to be dead in at the most a couple of years, and at the least in ten seconds!"
Walt then threw a giant ass fit.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"Bitch I swear," P.L. Travers said.
"Walt, we know this is hard to hear!"
Walt pulled out a gun and shot all of the doctors to death.
"THOSE FUCKING LIARS, TELLING ME I HAVE STAGE WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY SAID LUNG CANCER AND THAT I MIGHT DIE, I MEAN I AM WALT DISNEY, DO ALL OF YOU REALLY THINK I HAVE ANY SORT OF LUNG CANCER!"
"YES!" Everyone in the room said.
Walt fell to the floor and began vibrating. Blood then sprayed out of his mouth like a geyser and went all around the room, covering everything in blood.
"OH MY GOD DO YOU GUYS THINK ME COUGHING UP BLOOD HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS?!"
"WALT ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, OH WAIT OF COURSE YOU ARE FUCKING SERIOUS YOU DUMB BITCH!" Daisy yelled.
"WHAT COULD HAVE EVEN GIVEN ME LUNG CANCER?! Walt lit a trillion cigars.
"OH MY GOD WALT YOU ARE THE MOST RETARDED PERSON OF ALL TIME!"
"SHUT UP DAISY, I'VE REALIZED WHAT GAVE ME CANCER, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"IN WHAT FUCKING WAY?!"
"YOU GAVE IT TO ME, YOU PASSED YOUR CANCER ONTO ME!"
"WALT ARE YOU FUCKING MADE OF RETARDATION, NUMBER ONE I DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE STAGE FOUR BRAIN CANCER, I LITERALLY AM FUCKING FINE, NUMBER TWO BRAIN CANCER AND LUNG CANCER ARE TWO DIFFERENT TYPES OF FUCKING CANCER, AND NUMBER THREE CANCER IS NOT FUCKING CONTAGIOUS YOU SPED BITCH!"
"DAISY YOU ARE HURTING ME, I AM SO FED UP WITH ALL OF THIS BULLSHIT!"
"WHAT BULLSHIT, WALT YOU HAVE GOT IT FUCKING ALL, YOU SHOULD HAVE HAD CANCER FUCKING DECADES AGO, THE FACT THAT YOU MADE IT TO SIXTY IS A MIRACLE, OR AT LEAST A MIRACLE FOR YOU, BUT NOT FOR EVERYONE ELSE, BECAUSE GUESS FUCKING WHAT WALT NOBODY LIKES YOU, TAKE A LOOK AROUND BECAUSE ALL OF THESE FACES ARE GONNA BE ON THEIR HANDS AND KNEES THANKING GOD THAT YOU ARE FINALLY DEAD, AND THEY WILL GO TO YOUR FUNERAL FOR THE MEDIA ATTENTION AND WIPE AT SOME DRY ASS FACES, BUT NOBODY WILL MISS YOU!"
"DAISY YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE JUST A FUCKING CUNT, GIVING ME CANCER AND THEN BULLYING ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY QUEEN, AND SAYING THAT EVERYONE HATES ME, BITCH THEY HATE YOU, THEY LIKE YOU FOR YOUR FASHION AND FOR YOUR IMAGE BUT BITCH YOU ARE NOTHING SPECIAL, YOU AREN'T THAT TALENTED, YOU AREN'T EVEN REALLY THAT PRETTY, AND PEOPLE WANT TO BE SCAPE YOU, YOU THINK IT'S SOME BIG SURPRISE PEOPLE WERE SO QUICK TO LEAVE YOU ONCE DONALD PUT OUT THAT NAZI PROPAGANDA, YOU GAVE THEN A REASON TO NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU, YOU ARE DUMB, YOU ARE STUPID, YOU GAVE ME CANCER!"
"I DID NOT GIVE YOU FUCKING CANCER WALT, OH MY GOD, YOU SOUND FUCKING DELUSIONAL, YOU WORSHIP ME AND CALL ME YOUR QUEEN AND THEN ONCE I BULLY YOUR DUMBASS YOU START ACTING LIKE A FUCKING PRESCHOOLER, CALLING ME DUMB AND STUPID WHICH MEAN THE SAME THING SO THAT ISN'T EVEN A GOOD COMEBACK BUT YOU PROBABLY THOUGHT THEY WERE BECAUSE YOU ARE DUMB AND STUPID!"
"YOU GAVE ME CANCER!" Walt fell to the floor sobbing.
"NO I FUCKING DIDN'T!"
Daisy kicked Walt in the jaw, and Walt then jumped on top of Daisy and began beating her up.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Daisy screeched.
People around them tried to attack Walt and get him off of Daisy, but Walt was batshit crazy and charged back at all three roaring like a bear. He then picked Daisy up with his mouth and locked her into a closet upstairs.
"WALT LET ME OUT!"
"MY QUEEN HAS BETRAYED ME!"
"GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WALT, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!"
Walt ran downstairs screaming, crying, and coughing up blood, as well as lit a hundred cigars.
"SHE HAS BETRAYED ME, AND I SAID MEAN THINGS TO HER, SHE MUST STAY IN THAT CLOSET UNTIL SHE FORGIVES ME!"
Donald tried to sneak upstairs to break Daisy out but Walt ran up, grabbed him, and threw him out the window and to the street where he broke his rib cage. Walt then threw everyone else out as well until it was just him and Daisy in the house.
"QUEEN FORGIVE ME, QUEEN FORGIVE ME, QUEEN FORGIVE ME!"
"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!" Daisy screamed.
"PLEASE," Walt screamed in a high note that Ariana Grande would find loud, "I FORGAVE YOU FOR GIVING ME CANCER!"
Daisy didn't know what the fuck to do. She did not want to give Walt the satisfaction of her forgiving him, but she also didn't want to starve to death in a fucking closet. So she just hoped that Walt would die quickly so someone could come in and save her. After sitting there for a couple of hours Daisy was becoming very bored and began looking for a way out. Walt quickly replaced the wooden door with one of steel before throwing Daisy inside, so trying to kick it down was no use. She did kick some holes next to her, but the closet was hanging outside of the house and had no rooms surrounding it, so if they were to escape she would have to jump out and it looked like a long fall. So Daisy instead just had to sit there. She looked around her to see if there was anything in the closet that could amuse her but of fucking course the only things in there were four books. Mary Poppins, Mary Poppins Comes Back, Mary Poppins Opens the Door, and Mary Poppins in the Park. At first Daisy turned her nose to this, but she eventually became so bored after about a day in there, and she was also on her way to dying of thirst, that she reluctantly picked up the first Mary Poppins book.
Donald was at home calling the FBI to rescue Daisy when she burst through the door.
"GUESS WHO'S BACK!"
"How, DID YOU KILL WALT?!"
"Unfortunately no, I actually forgave him!"
"You were that desperate?!"
"Well I was just in such a good mood, I read the most beautiful books when I was in that closet!"
"What book, you don't mean..."
"Mary Poppins, Mary Poppins Comes Back, Mary Poppins Opens the Door, Mary Poppins in the Park, DONALD THEY ARE THE BEST FUCKING BOOKS OF ALL FUCKING TIME, THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL, SO HEARTWARMING, SO POWERFUL!"
Daisy had forgotten that prior to the Mary Poppins premiere Daisy was in a very pissed off mood because Minnie had broken into her house and sold all of her dresses to give to charity, forcing Daisy to dress in some ugly ass dress from Walgreens that her mom bought her. So she was in a very pissed off mood when watching the Mary Poppins movie, which affected her true feelings for it.
"DONALD I COULD NOT PUT THAT SHIT DOWN, IT IS SO DAMN GOOD, I AM SO FUCKING MAD AT MYSELF FOR NOT BEING IN THE DEVELOPMENT OF IT AT ALL, ALTHOUGH I GUESS IF I DIDN'T SAY I HAD CANCER THEN WALT WOULDN'T HAVE THOUGHT I GAVE HIM CANCER AND THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN PUT IN THAT CLOSET BY HIS RETARD ASS AND THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE READ THOSE MASTERPIECES, BUT IT IS NOT TOO LATE, I AM GOING TO STAR IN THE MOVIE!"
"As who?!"
"AS MARY POPPINS OF COURSE!"
"Julie Andrews is literally on her way to the studio right now!"
"THAT CUNT IS GONNA STAR IN THE SOUND OF MUSIC NEXT YEAR AND IT IS PRETTY MUCH THE SAME ROLE, NOT TO MENTION SHE IS APART OF SHREK AND THOSE MOVIES ARE BEAUTIFUL, SHE CAN DEAL, NOW LET'S STOP HER!"
Donald and Daisy got in a car and chased Julie Andrews down.
"Oh goodness that car behind me is going quite quick!" She said in her dumb British accent.
Daisy hit the back of Julie's car so hard that she flew through the air and off a bridge. Nobody knew it was Donald and Daisy who did this because they used their secret car that they only used for missions like this, and also were wearing Slipknot looking ass masks. They drove to where Julie was and quickly took their masks off.
"OH NO SHE HAS BEEN HURT, I DON'T THINK SHE CAN PLAY MARY POPPINS ANYMORE!"
Donald and Daisy took some photos for the paparazzi where they acted like they were a bunch of heroes and then drove her to the hospital.
"Is she gonna be alright?" Daisy asked a doctor.
"She will, but she broke a lot of bones and probably won't be healed entirely until a year from now, so she won't be able to play Mary Poppins!"
"OH NO!"
Daisy knocked on Walt's door at his office but then just invited herself in.
"Did you hear the news?!" Daisy asked.
"I SURE DID," Walt coughed up some more blood and lit thirty cigars, "I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!"
"Well I suppose you are gonna have to cast someone new as Mary Poppins huh, so hey I was thinking I will play Mary Poppins now!"
"Well Daisy that would have been great, but I already cast someone!"
"OH!" Daisy clenched her fists and smiled aggressively, grinding her teeth, "WHO'D YOU GET!"
"Shirley Temple, I wanted her in the first place since I felt this would be a great first grown up as well as comeback role for her, but the crew was concerned because of our history so they said no, but now since we are on such short notice they just went with it!"
"NO, THAT IS NOT GOING TO WORK, I WILL BE MARY POPPINS, THOSE MARY POPPINS BOOKS ARE THE BEST THINGS THAT HAVE EVER FUCKING HAPPENED TO ME, AND I AM YOUR QUEEN SO IT IS GOING TO FUCKING HAPPEN!"
Walt began laughing hysterically and coughed up some more blood.
"You aren't my queen anymore!"
"What are you talking about, you were just freaking out because I was your queen and I hadn't forgiven you!"
"Well after you forgave me, it got me thinking, you are Donald are a bunch of fucking assholes, you have taken advantage of me and you don't really love me the way you seemed to, and I was just so obsessed that I believed it, I believed that I was a Ducksekeeter, but really you two are evil and I have decided to fire both of you, I mean for God's sake you gave me cancer!"
"WALT STOP IT, YOU ARE NOT THINKING STRAIGHT, THIS IS THE CANCER TALKING!"
"GET OUT OF MY FACE DAISY, YOU AND DONALD CAN SHOW UP ON SOME MORE RED CARPETS BUT THE TWO OF YOU WILL NEVER HAVE A SAY IN THIS STUDIO EVER AGAIN, YOU WILL NOT PLAY MARY POPPINS, THE DONALD AND DAISY DUCK CLUB IS CANCELED, EPCOT IS COMING, YOU WILL LOSE ALL OF YOUR MONEY AND YOUR HOUSE, NOW SEE YOU LATER!"
"Walt calm down now, remember I am your queen!"
"GET HER OUT, GET BOTH OF THEM OUT OF TOONTOWN RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"
Several security guards grabbed Daisy and also grabbed Donald who was waiting outside the studio.
"WHAT HAPPENED!"
"WELL WE ARE NO LONGER THE KING AND QUEEN!"
Donald and Daisy moved into a Motel 6 in Oregon, and would spend their nights sobbing and smoking crack. The two had seemed to just disappear and nobody could find them, but Ludwig and Mortimer eventually figured out where they were when they were on vacation in Colorado and could hear Daisy's sobs from very far away. They visited them and almost walked out the door when they looked in and saw how crazy the two of them had gotten.
"How long have you two been living here again?!" Asked Ludwig.
"A YEAR!" The two of them screamed.
"YOU TWO HAVE LOST YOUR FUCKING MINDS!" Mortimer yelled.
"No we haven't, Walt has, we were his fucking monarchs!" Donald bitched.
"Well at this point I feel like there is only one thing we can do!" Ludwig stated.
So the four of them called over some prostitutes, took acid, and had the wildest party ever held at a Motel 6. After it was done Mortimer looked at Donald and Daisy and said, "WALT WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS, I AM KILLING HIM!"
"The cancer already will!" Ludwig laughed.
"I'M GETTING IMPATIENT, THIS BITCH NEEDS TO DIE TOMORROW, AND THAT MAY JUST BE THE PERFECT DAY FOR IT!"
"Why?" Asked Daisy.
"Because tomorrow is the day of Mary Poppins' premiere, and I have a very fun idea for how we can celebrate, and after the way Walt has wronged the four of us..."
"I like singing that color song," Ludwig smiled.
"DON'T INTERRUPT ME, after the way Walt has wronged the four of us he deserves to die in our hands!"
"Okay well what's the plan?" The other three asked.
The following night the ducks snuck into the Grauman's Chinese Theater (which Walt really hated because there weren't actually any hot Chinese women there for him to fuck, which was the only reason he decided to have the premiere there) and quietly sat in the front row. They waited through the whole movie, mostly just because Daisy wanted to watch it. She was pissed that she wasn't up there playing Mary but Shirley Temple did the job good enough for her and the movie was still an absolute masterpiece. Daisy actually almost blew the whole plan by screaming the lyrics to Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, sobbing throughout Feed the Birds, and dancing through the fucking aisles on top of other people's seats during Step in Time, but everyone was so immersed in the picture that they didn't notice. The second the movie ended however, and the words, "THE END, A WALT DISNEY PRODUCTION, I MADE THIS MOVIE ALL BY MYSELF, I OWN IT, YOU DON'T, IT BELONGS TO ME!" appeared on the screen, Donald, Daisy, Ludwig, and Mortimer all stood up out of their seats, faced the audience, and shot Walt Disney with an AK-47, aiming right for his lungs. His lungs exploded and a fucking ocean of blood spewed out of his mouth and all over the theater and onto everyone there. He then fell to the floor, and spent his last breath smoking a cigar before he died. The four ducks then lifted his bloody corpse up, and as it said to do in his will, put it in the freezer.