Hot Cocoa With Big Daddy Donny P

Chapter 2

Donald’s fingers flurried about at his computer, searching the web for the best hot chocolate. His search was extensive, going well past the 2nd page of Google. It was clear to all people around him that he was super invested in his research. No one dare mess with Donald when he was invested - not even his secretary. As he scrolled, suddenly a voice spoke from his computer. “Ayo Big Daddy Donny P, what’s good bro?” spoke the voice. Donald was startled but continued working. He was a little tired without his hot chocolate after all, and assumed that the lack of energy was affecting his senses. Suddenly, his mouse cursor moved across the screen in a frenzy, seemingly independent of his own will.

“Whoever has their bluetooth mouse connected to my computer, your mom’s a hoe!”

“Look at me. I’m the captain now.” The computer screen was now blue. Donald was confused, unsure whose voice this was.

“New phone, who dis? Hewo?”

“Heard you were looking for the good shit?”

“Uh.... yeah,” slowly replied Donald. He was very confused with this entire situation, but thought it best to play along. I mean, after all, this guy seemed like he knew the location of the good shit. “I am indeed looking for the good shit.”

“Alright, for the cost of 0.23 bitcoin I’ll tell you.” Donald began to search his pockets frantically, looking for his wallet. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Here.” Donald’s printer started up and promptly printed out 3 pages. “On each of those pages is a detailed map which shows where to find the 3 legendary items: Hathor’s milk, cocoa from Xipe Totec’s harvest and marshmallows. Good luck.” Having received this list, Donald nodded his thanks to the computer. He spun around in place, gaining speed with each turn. As he spun, his skin turned light blue. Next feathers. A beak. A simple New Paltz jersey. Donald P. Christian had become Hugo the Hawk. He dashed towards the window and opened it, leaping out and soaring away towards his first destination: Egypt.