#the two kids with Panchito aren’t the ducklings by the way

[s-creations]

Oh, That Imagination

Kids will always have active imaginations. But how the adult handles it depends on what the child is afraid of.

Fandom: DuckTales 2017 / The Three Caballeros         Rating: General Audience         Relationships/Pairings:  José  Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles Additional Tags: Growing up, Uncles with their Nephews, Facing Fears, Worries, hunting a creature, Krampus (character), giving a speech, watching a scary movie, protecting the boys, the passing of time, names OCs.

Part of a Series Called: We’re the Three- Sorry, Six Caballeros!

Author Note: I finished Student Teaching and passed my Content Test, so I’m getting back into writing! I do have a new job lined up for the school year. We’ll see how consistent I stay with uploading. XD

“Unca Donald, Unca Donald, Unca Donald!”

 Even with the loud warning call, Donald still staggers when something blue collides against his leg. “Dishes! I’m doing dishes. Go and sit on the counter please.”

 6-year-old Dewey gave a quick nod before clamoring up. The older duck impressed by how quickly the duckling could climb. 

 “Now, what can I help you with?”

 “Benny said there’s a-a monster living in the sewage of Duckberg! I wanna go catch it!”

 Donald let out a low hum as he washed the soap from the glass. This was twice in two weeks that neighbor Benny had told some story about some ‘creature’ they had seen. Dewey, always on the lookout for new adventures, ate each story up with determination and gusto.

 “I see, very interesting. What does this monster look like?”

 “Like...Like an alligator. Only bigger!”

 “Ooooh, that sounds scary. And you’re going to catch them all by yourself?”

 “Yep!”

 “Well, aren’t you brave. Are you going to bring them back to be studied for science?”

 “I’m gonna do it to rub it in Huey’s face. Cuz he says the creature isn’t real. But I’m gonna prove him wrong!” 

 “It sounds like your afternoon is full.”

 “It sure is! Oh, wait, I wanted to ask you if we have a large net that I could use?”

 “I don’t think we have a ‘large’ net. You’ll have your bug catching net.”

 Dewey let out a contemplative hum. Hand resting on his cheek while his pointer finger tapped out some unknown tempo. A habit he picked up from José. “That’s not great. But I suppose it’ll have to do.”

 “Look at you compromising. What are you going to use as bait?”

 “Do we have any old lunch meat?”

 “No and you’re not using what we have in the fridge.”

 “You’re ruining the search Unca Donald! I need bait.”

 “How about you take Tio Panchito with you? He had to help his grandpa search for farm animals when they got out of their pens. Didn’t have to use bait to get those animals back.”

 “Tio worked on a farm?” Dewey’s eyes lit up hearing this new piece of information.

 “Spent a few childhood Summers there.”

 “What did he do?”

 “Why don’t you go and ask him? I’m sure he would be more than happy to share stories with you and your brothers.”

 “Okay, bye Unca Donald! I’m gonna learn about cows!”

 Donald silently laughed as Dewey raced out of the kitchen. Childhood stories continued during dinner and only ended when the triplets were put to bed. 

 “So...should I question why Dewey furiously ran at me this afternoon? All while screaming his demands for me to tell stories?” The rooster asked as Donald joined him and José on the living room couch. 

 “Apparently, Benny had seen some ‘creature’ in the sewer system. Dewey determined that he was going to hunt said being down. I told him you would help in the search because you’ve helped with finding lost farm animals. That caught his attention and now you know the outcome.” Donald sighed as he leaned against the other, relaxing. 

 “Do you think the thrill of the hunt will call out to Dewey tomorrow?”

 “We’ll see.” Donald replied back simply.

 The hunt did not call out the next day. Dewey focused on creating a backyard zoo, he didn’t have time to worry about some creature. A few days later, a pet iguana was rescued from the neighborhood sewers. It appears Benny had actually seen something. It just wasn’t the towering creature he’d claimed before.

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 The holidays were busy for all the adults in the household. Donald focused on getting the shopping done and holding down the fort while the ducklings raced around during their school break. Gleefully talking about Santa and what present they’re excited most about. José would be gone for weeks on end leading up to December 25, helping with numerous flights to make sure he had that day off. Starting from October through December, this time saw Panchito with booked weekends of different performances to help get other families into the festive feeling. 

 Even with having busy and exhausting schedules, they made sure to make time for the triplets. Baking, decorating the house, helping them pick out gifts for the other family members. Every year it was the goal to keep the ducklings as happy as possible.

 Which is why Panchito became worried when 7-year-old Louie started acting...strange. Almost what the rooster would call ‘stressed’.

 The duckling had started being overly helpful around the house. Doing more tasks than what would be required. Going out of his way to ask if he could help. And, most worriedly, he’d become quiet. Not in his normal way of just relaxing in front of the television. But almost fearful that he was being listened to by some unseen stranger. Eyes even darting around as he moved through the apartment. 

 Unfortunately, Panchito wasn’t able to approach this possible problem until a weekend late into the duckling’s break. 

 The rooster let out a sigh as he collapsed onto the couch. Thankful that he was done until the New Year’s celebrations he had the coming weekend. But he was able to relax for the rest of the week to celebrate Christmas. Cautious footsteps drawing closer caused Panchito to open his eyes. Finding Louis standing nervously in the middle of the room.

 “Hola Louie, what can I do for you?”

 “Um, do you need me to get you anything?”

 Panchito raised a brow. “No, I’m fine. Why don’t you join me until dinner’s ready?”

 “Oh, um, that’s okay. Maybe I should see if Uncle Donald needs any help.”

 “You’re on break. Why don’t you just sit for a while?” The duckling frowned, eyes darting around before settling onto the couch. Still tense. “So, how has school been? I haven’t heard you and your brothers talk about it for a while.” 

 “Uh...good.”

 “Just good? ...Try out any new schemes lately? I know Uncle Donald isn’t so thrilled when you do that. But you always have such clever ideas, makes me laugh.”

 “Nope, I’ve been good! No crazy plans from me!” 

 Panchito sat up a little more when Louie started shouting at the ceiling. “Okay Louie, what’s going on. Are you feeling okay? Did something happen at school?”

 The duckling dressed in green wrung his hands as he peered around. 

 “...Abby told me about the Krampus…” Louie eventually whispered.

 “The who?” 

 “The Krampus! He’s the opposite of Santa Claus! A big creature with long horns and wears a cloak! And he comes after bad boys and girls! He takes them away in his large, greasy bag and they’re never seen again and-” 

 “Okay, Louie, come here. You’re getting yourself worked up.” Panchito easily and quickly moved the duckling onto his lap. Wrapping arms around the smaller form to help keep Louie grounded. “Breath with me. We’re going to take a few deep breaths, okay?”

 Louie gave two quick nods. They remained this way for a few minutes, Panchito holding the duckling close and controlling his breathing for Louie to follow. The rooster only pulled away when Louie had calmed down enough to talk. “Okay, so, you were told a scary story. Why are you worried?”

 “Because he goes after bad kids and I know I’m...not good.”

 “Why would you say that? You’re a wonderful kid!”

 “But I get the most detentions and I’m lazy and I know I don’t do my homework when I need to and-”

 ‘Louie… Yes, we would like you to work a little harder than what you do now.  But you’re not bad. You...take risks. You have a point of view that I’ve never seen before. You’re a clever kid. And, well, between you and me.”

 Panchito leaned closer. Louie’s eyes widened with curiosity. “You fight the system and you don’t let them beat you down.” 

 “...Does that mean I don’t have to wash the dishes?”

 “Don’t push your luck. What I’m trying to say is that you’re not bad. You just think differently than others. Plus, if you’re this worried, this might be a sign you should help out more. But I doubt any Krampus will come after you.”

 “Really?”

 “Really… Also, you know your uncles and I would beat up any creature who dares try to hurt you.” 

 Louie laughed. Beaming and squirming as Panchito placed a kiss on his cheek. Christmas Day arrived with no mysterious creatures knocking in their front door. Louie was still safely tucked away in his bed. Joining his brothers with running out to the living room and unwrapping presents. Curling next to Panchito as all enjoyed the afternoon glow while watching a marathon of movies.

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 Huey took to the Junior Woodchucks like a duck to water.

 From day one it became a large part of his identity. He carried his handbook around with him everywhere. Writing his own notes and entries to add to the already thick volume. Gleefully patting his knees as he patiently waited for whatever uncle was going to take him to the weekly meetings. Even learning how to iron his uniform to keep it in tip top shape. 

 Dewey may complain that the eagerness was annoying. But nothing seemed to damper Huey’s spirit.

 Until Huey was tasked to write a speech. As he was top ranked among the troop, he was given the honor of addressing the new member that would be joining that year. A banquet being held with the duckling presenting a speech of his own at the beginning of the event. The duckling was absolutely thrilled at first. Telling everyone he could about the great honor bestowed onto him. 

 All in the family thought he would triumph over this just like many other things in his life. 

 José was humming softly one evening, making his way to the kitchen when he heard sniffing coming from the bathroom. The door opened a crack and, taking a risk, José peered in. He found 8-year-old Huey, curled up by the tub and far away from the door. A stack of paper was at the duckling’s feet. Red rimmed eyes glaring at said stack. 

 “Huey?”

 Said duckling’s head snapped up hearing José. Wiping his eyes frantically. “T-Tio José…”

 “Criança doce, what is wrong?” José  entered, leaving the door open in case Huey wanted out.

 The duckling sniffed weakly. “...I’m scared.”

 “Of what?”

 “My speech…”

 José frowned, knowing how excited Huey had been only a few days ago. “Can you tell me what you are scared about?”

 Huey let out another sniff. His hand starting to hit the side of the tub as time went on. Which José put a stop to by reaching out to take the duckling’s hand. “I’m scared...that people are going to laugh at me. I keep practicing my speech to make it perfect and I read a bunch of tips but… All I can think about is messing up and people mocking me. Then my scout leader will see me as a failure and strip me of my badges and-”

 The parrot pulled the duckling closer, humming a lullaby softly. Huey instantly clung to José, burying himself away in his guardian’s chest. It took a few minutes before the duckling finally relaxed, slumped against the older, hand still keeping a good grip on José's shirt. 

 “Huey, I would like for you to listen to me. Can you do that for me?” José received a nod, “I will help you with your speech. But you have nothing to worry about. Your scout leader seems to be nothing of the kind who would take away what you’ve achieved. And no one will laugh. We all know you will be doing your best.”

 “...But what if my best isn’t enough?”

 “It always will be Huey. Never doubt that.” José peered up hearing the floorboards creek. Finding Donald standing in the doorway wearing a look of worry. The parrot gave a quick shake of his head. A silent message that he had a handle on the situation. Donald gave a nod of his own before sneaking off. “Feeling better?”

 “...A little. I’m still scared.” 

 “That is fine. How about we make some cookies? I think I saw your Uncle Donald heading that way before. And while we are doing that, you can show me your speech.” 

 Huey sniffed weakly. Pulling back slightly to look up at José. “Chocolate chip?”

 “Of course.”

 The duckling smiled weakly and nodded. Donald greeted the two with wide arms and a smile when they walked in. Huey beamed as he was picked up and given a sturdy hug from his other uncle as José started the process. But uncles gave Huey their undivided attention when he gave his speech. The other members of the family joined them as the cookies started to bake. Dewey and Louie keeping their ‘helpful’ comments to themselves and clapping along when Huey finished. 

 At the night of the banquet, Huey beamed as he gave a flawless speech. His family cheered the loudest.

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 “This is such a bad idea.” 

 9-year-old Louie huffed, rolling his eyes as Huey bemoaned at his flawless plan. “If you’re going to be a stick in the mud, then don’t watch.”

 “But I want to see it.”

 “Then what’s the issue?”

 “The movie is PG-13! We need parental guidance to watch.”

 “You know they won’t let us watch.” Dewey added.

 “But-”

 “You get two options here Hubert,” Louie interrupted. One hand holding up a finger to keep Huey quiet. The other holding the latest zombie movie that had just recently been release to DVD, “You either watch with your mouth shut. Or you leave and keep your mouth shut in the bed while you listen to the amazingness that is this movie from the closed doors. What’s it going to be?”

 Huey frowned. But he ‘zipped’ his bill closed and crossed his arms. Which the green-hoodied triplet took as keeping his mouth shut. With a nod, Louie popped the movie in and sat next to his brothers. All three were huddled together in the closet. Eyes glued to the small t.v. screen that was crammed in with them as well. The movie menu soon appeared and Dewey pressed play.

  Donald let out a content sigh as he relaxed further between his partners. Panchito clinging to him as Donald’s head was tucked under the rooster’s chin. While José was curled up at Donald’s side, using the duck’s chest as a pillow. That night was quiet and calm. There was a weekend ahead of them that was just filled with nothing. A relaxing time with his partners and kids. It was going to be great…

 A chorus of screams sounded from the triplet’s room. All adults were up and racing out in only a few seconds. Even hard to wake José was on full alert. Donald reached the door first, flinging it open. Fully expecting to see an intruder standing in the middle of the bedroom. Only to find Huey and Louie, sobbing as they clung to each other on the younger triplet’s bed. Dewey was waving his plastic sword  at the open closet. His entire being was shaking as wide, fearful eyes were on the open space. 

 “What is going on here?” Donald called out over the noise. 

 “There’s a zombie in the closet!” Louis answered.

 “It touched me!” Huey added.

 “I’m fighting it off!” Dewey finished. 

 “What- okay- Dewey stop swinging that around!” Panchito walked over and pulled the sword from the duckling. Collecting the blue cladded triplet as he continued to shake.

 Donald gathers the other two. Both of them desperately slings to the protection that was their uncle. José took to the closet, making sure it was empty. The parrot raised a brow, finding the t.v. that was still on and playing a movie. 

 He reached in to eject the movie and brought it out for the other two to see. “Donald.”

 The duck looked it over. Frowning, seeing the topic, letting out a slow breath. It was clear the triplets were in no condition to have a stern talking to. Plus, he was honestly too tired to worry about it at the moment. “Okay...let’s go back to our room.”

 The other two adults nodded. José turned off the lights as he was the last to leave the boy’s room. Donald rested himself back into the middle of the bed, only with more bodies pressed around him. Panchito cleverly left the bedside light on before he laid down on the bed, Dewey resting on his chest. The triplets flinched when José walked in.

 “It is just me.” The parrot assured. 

 Donald let out a sigh as he gently preened the top of each head. “You’re safe here. Nothing’s going to get you.”

 The bed was pressed further down as José laid down. Huey clamoring over into the parrot’s hold. Donald was free to wrap both arms around Louie. Three voices began to hum a familiar lullaby in hope of calming the triplets further. Even with their comforting presence, it took awhile for the three to fall asleep. It was not the way Donald wanted to start his weekend. But he should have known nothing he plans ever goes his way. Even with this hiccup, he was happy to have his family close. Falling asleep with a smile on his face.

 Donald was able to take his pent up frustration on the idiot who had allowed children to rent a horror movie. Panchito coming as back up to make sure the duck didn’t kill anyone.  

#donald duck #Jose Carioca #panchito pistoles #jose carioca/donald duck/panchito pistoles #The Three Caballeros #the three gay caballeros #s-creations

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Donald’s supernatural visit pt.2/end

Written with @disneyfanaticgal

Part two! Warning: Will have blood and cursing at one point. "Max,A picnic in the woods is a great idea,quiet here." Daisy said as they got out of a car ,parking by the forest mentioned.Pluto barked in agreement,he LOVED the forest..so many things to chase!Like squirrels!"Need me to carry that senorita?" Jose asked Minnie who was struggling with the heavy picnic basket she packed earlier.Snapping his fingers,the parrot now made the basket float on it's own. "You didn't have to Jose." Minnie said tiredly as she rubbed her sore arms.The parrot just gives her a smile saying, "But I did anyway, cause I wanted to help you out and give you a break."Smiling back at him,Minnie said "thanks Jose." they all headed into the woods,three certain ducklings whispering something. "OK,there is bound to be running water in this area." Louie whispered lowly for only his brother can hear. "If he can't cross it.That be perfect proof."         Oh that was a good plan.The ducklings didn't notice Panchito,who was listening in with his hearing as he carried another basket,shake his head in held back mirth.Boy was he gonna enjoy this. And oh look.Up ahead was a river,stones making a little way across it.Oh this oughta be interesting.Once at the river's edge,Panchito looked around in feign worry as he asked "Max,Niño, you sure it's across this river?" "The rocks are safe to cross." the ebony teen mentioned said,adding with a shrug "Or just walk across it,very shallow." he said walking his sandaled feet into the river.Walking across it.            Panchito faked his hesitance.Looking around,the rooster asked nervously "There aren't any slippery rocks right? I don't want to drop this basket in the river." he had to fight a grin when Huey said to his brothers "Holy crud that was spot on the running water." Jose and Donald frowned at their Mexican amigo.What gives? he told them himself that the whole 'Vampire can cross running water' was a total myth made by a priest who only ran into a fledgling with a fear of water.Frowning,the sailor pato walked over to his friend,asking "Do we have to drag you? come on let's go."   "Donald don't be rude.He can take his time." Daisy said to her boyfriend sternly,adding "You can carry the basket for him if he's nervous of slippery rocks." she walked ahead on the stepping stones with Minnie,Mickey and Jose.Donald turns to him and asks, "What are you trying to do anyway?" His rooster amigo leaned close,whispering "Humoring your nephews amigo." This made Donald raise a brow in suspicion.He grabbed his friend's wrist,dragging him through the water and to the otherside with a "Come on you crazy rooster." "OK you loco pato." the vampire said with a sheepish smile.                Donald rolls his eyes with a huff.The triplets watched in shock that that Panchito was crossing running water. Guess it has to do if you hold someone to do so....Crap, this wasn't their proof."Now what guys? That plan flunked on us." Huey asks his brothers in a shouted whisper. "Sunlight! he's always under the long sleeved shirt,pants and that large sombrero." Dewey said ,pointing to the large hat above the rooster's head.They did cover a lot of the rooster up.The triplets nodded in agreement as Louie said "then we try to get him into sunlight."                  "Boys come on! We are burning daylight!."They heard Daisy call them from across the river.This made the triplets follow after the others in haste.Once Huey,Dewy and Louie got to the group,they all walked in silence for a few minutes. ....Until Pluto went after a squirrel. "Pluto wait!." Mickey shouted as they chased after the dog into a clearing.Max stopped when they did,shouting after the group "Hey this is it!." Well, seems Pluto knew where to go.            As he chased the squirrel still around the tall grass and flowered field. The others set up the picnic blankets under the shade of the only tree there.While everything was being set up.Huey,Dewy and Louie went out of earshot,whispering on how we were gonna test this sunlight thing without killing their uncle's friend. "We can't let him die! he's uncle Donald's best friend." Dewy whispered with a grimace,sneaking a glance at Panchito as the rooster gives their uncle a noogie.Boy was this gonna be hard. "How about we just get his hand in the sunlight." Louie said. "He has gloves on." Huey pointed out dryly.        This made them think harder."His wrist then? Doubt the gloves cover that." Dewy said after a few moments.The other two thought it over, and realize it wasn't a bad idea.Now for the plan that tested it out.Get the vampire's sombrero,have him chase them  into the sunlight..how they plan to get the hat.They had no freakin' idea.Hmm…."What you boys planning?" They heard Daisy's voice sound before them,making the duckling turn to her with a jolt. "Nothing!" The three ten yearolds said sweetly,smiling...Their uncle's girlfriend wasn't fooled as she crossed her arms,saying sternly "Boys.Tell the truth." Huey,Dewy and Louie drooped at that,doing a rock paper scissors match on who to tell her.And what do ya know, Dewey had to tell her.Groaning in annoyance and dismay,the blue duckling said "We were planning on proving Panchito is a blood sucking demon from Hell."    "Did you three sneak another horror movie behind Donald's back?" Goofy asked,having been walking by when Dewy spoke.The triplets look to the ground as Louie stammers out, "M-maybe..." "Ok.." Daisy sighs "I'll bite.How were you boys gonna prove he's a vampire?" She held her head,brushing her bangs back a bit with a sigh.The boys pointed to the sun,saying hesitantly "sunlight test." Oh they were gonna get it now.              "If he is a vampire-keyword 'If'-" The female started,pointing out of the shade of the tree "You are NOT doing the sunlight test!." "Sunlight test?" Mickey asked in confusion as he came over.            The triplets shared a frown before they said in sync "We weren't gonna have him in the sunlight long.Just his wrist." seriously,they weren't gonna do anything to kill their uncle's best friend.Rolling their eyes,the triplets walked off as Huey said "Just get his hat when no one is looking,grown ups,phooey!." They snuck up to Panchito as the vampire was about to take a short nap.His hat pushed over his eyes.Oh boy.He heard grass being crushed near him as footsteps were heading this way.Smirking,the rooster thought 'These three have their uncle's determination.So,sunlight huh?' he shrugs,getting comfy against the tree 'OK,this will be fun.' Little did Huey,Dewy and Louie know that it was the fledglings that burnt quickly in the sun.Older and experience vampires take a long while (when covered correctly,and tons of sunblock.) in the daylight.Wow.Well,the vampire ego isn't a myth.Anyway.We see Louie timidly sneak over to the older bird,his little heart beating fast within his chest as the green clad duckling reached for Panchito's hat. Right when he is about to touch it,a yellow hand stops him.What the?!Louie looked up quick,seeing Jose looking at him as he shook his head " trust me,don't try it.When spooked the loco bird has a trigger finger."        "Not asleep yet." Panchito said,eyes still closed as he uncovers them from his hat."and I don't shoot kids." "Dare I mention Spain two years ago." Jose stated dryly. " We agreed to not to!" The rooster retorted with narrowed..amber eyes?The ducklings looked between the two birds.       "What happened in Spain?" Dewy asked curiously. Sharing a look,the two older males said "Nothing." Jose then guided the three kids away as Panchito went back to getting a nap.Much to Huey,Dewy and Louie's dismay. They were so close! Now what test do they-wait! Blood urges! Now that seemed a little tricky.       Where the heck will they get blood!? "Where we gonna get blood? " Huey asked.This made the two shrug. They had no idea either.They sighed as they took a step.Only Louie slipped on something and took a tumble,his hand being cut on a rock that stuck out of the ground. "Ow!" He cried,holding his hand ,clenching it in pain.            "Louie!" Donald called in a panic as he ran over with the others.Louie clutched his hand in pain as his uncle rushed over to him.Kneeling next to the duckling,the older male gently took his nephew's hand.He froze at seeing blood drip from the fist."It hurts Uncle Donald." the green duckling said,even clenched into a fist it hurt! The ten year old took his hand back in pain when his uncle tried to move it."ow!" It looked pretty bad."Tell me someone brought the first aid kit!" Donald said ,getting to his feet. Goofy went over to one of the baskets as Panchito picked up Louie.Dewy and Huey glaring at him as they said "put him down!" "Boys! Not the time to be rude!" Their uncle snapped as the rooster took his youngest nephew to the tree. "Sorry if we don't trust a vampire with our bleeding brother." Huey said bluntly as he and Dewy glared after Panchito.Who sat down,Louie in his lap as Goofy opened the first aid kit. The dog man carefully holds out the duckling’s hand.The goof winced with Panchito when they got a good look at the palm.The cut looked deep. "Umm...Jose!? can you come over here?!" the latter called to his parrot amigo "I don't think a bandage will help much." Jose came over worriedly.He then takes the bleeding hand into his and examines it gently.He grimaces at how deep it is before he said "I think I can heal it a bit,the rest I need to let the body do the rest." "Is it supposed to burn?" Louie asked as his hand stung,yelping when the adult's hand cupped his injured hand,hand glowing blue.         Woah!The young duck watched in awe at the magic,his hand feeling slightly better.After a few moments,Jose stopped healing it and let go of Louie's hand.Granted,the cut was still there,but not as bad as before. Goofy,seeing he didn't need to clean the wound now,bandaged the duckling's hand.Soon enough, the hand was bandaged up well.Smiling,Louie said "thanks." He drooped adding glumly "sorry for the scare." "It happens." Panchito said with a shrug,hugging the duckling as he said "lest it was a hand and nothing else."     Boy was that a relief.Louie looked up at the vampire,saying "sorry." Confused, Panchito asks, "For what?"        "For trying to get proof." the green duckling mumbled looking down. He looked up when the older bird snickers,before laughing as he said "Y-You ninos are not the first people -alive- to do that." Nearby Jose blushed at the memories.Oh boy. "Donald and Jose did the same thing." His rooster amigo said smirking at the blushing parrot. "Shut up you idiota!" The green male huffed,adding heatedly "and wipe that smirk off your face!"      Panchito chuckles at that."Uncle Donald and Jose did the same to you?" Louie asked in shock as his uncle came over,holding Dewy and Huey's wrist with a frown."Boys.You have something to say to Panchito." Donald said to his two other nephews,just knowing his Mexican heard the insults with his vampire hearing. Dewy and Huey just looked down with a huff. "Boys!" Their uncle chided,giving them a glare. God those two were difficult."Donald it's fine." Panchito said,waving them off "I've grown use to it amigo."        "I will not have my nephews grow into monster haters because of stupid horror movies!" Donald said,letting his nephews go,crossing his arms.His quacky voice low and venomous.Obviously,he was to mad to think clear at the moment.Sos.Before he said something stupid,like he does whenever freakin pissed,Daisy dragged him off to a walk. Once Donald was gone,Dewy and Huey crossed their arms,sitting down.    "Guys,he's really not that bad to be honest." Louie admitted to his brothers.He was actually a pretty nice guy once you got pass the vampirism.It was Dewy who scoffed before saying "reason uncle Donald is mad at us."      "If it's anything that should be blamed." Panchito started,gently making the ducklings look at him "is that horror movie.Which-though you shouldn't have even seen it- gave you the idea that all vampires attack people for the hell of it." Seriously,it was a miracle that there were even fans of monsters thanks to horror movies...that included monsters.Wow.Both red and blue duckling shared a look..guess he had a point. Oh yeah."Sorry." Both boys said honestly in remorse,looking down in shame.Oh god did it remind Panchito of Jose and Donald when they found out he was a vampire.Smiling,the vampire pulled the ducklings into a hug,saying " Está bien que los pequeños cometan errores." The triplets looked at him in confusion.Thankfully,Jose was nearby and translated as he joined the hug "He said It's ok little ones we make mistakes.."            "Hey we aren't little!." Louie said with a glare pout.        "Compared to how old I am, you are." Panchito said ruffling his hair. The duckling in his lap pouts more.His brothers also pout at that They were ten,not three.Everyone just chuckled before looking up when Donald and Daisy came back..that was a short walk.That was barely a few minutes!      "I managed to calm him down." The latter said at the confused looks.She then gave her lover a stern look,saying "Donald has something to say to his boys."This made the others turn to said duck.Who looked at his feet before he sighed,walking over to his nephews,kneeling in front of them as he said "Sorry I was hard on you boys."This surprised the three ducklings,Their uncle normally took awhile to say this stuff. Boy was that quick.              "I was just mad,terrified and worried boys." Donald continued,rubbing the back of his neck."sorry." Aww….Huey,Dewy and Louie share a look before pouncing on their uncle,hugging him with smiles.This surprised Donald. "We." Louie started ,looking up. "Forgive you." Huey added in. "Uncle Donald." Dewy finished.All three gave him a smile.How sweet.Panchito sighed in relief,saying "good.I didn't wreck this relationship of yours."         "The last one got patched up by the way." Donald said,hugging his nephews close.The ducklings smiled looking up at the older male,the rooster was right.It was a goodthing things were patched up. Soon enough,everyone joined in,they wanted in too.Unfortunately, Donald was right in the middle and was getting squished.So were his nephews.Growling,Don shouted "Ok that's enough!"as everyone backed off.Jose and Panchito shared a smirk,visiting their amigo was the best idea ever. The end.

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In Sickness, In Health Chapter 2 - Common Cold & Sore Throat

Fandom: DuckTales 2017 / The Three Caballeros          Rating: General Audience          Relationships/Pairings:  José  Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles   Additional Tags: getting sick, being cared for, mental health, injury, sore throat, common cold, chicken pox, broken bones, whooping cough, taking care of others.

Part of a Series Called: We’re the Three- Sorry, Six Caballeros!

While people wouldn’t see it, Panchito’s job was filled with risk. Did he have to operate heavy machinery? No. Did he have aggressive people shouting at him to ‘see the manager’? No. But others tend to forget how intense kids could be.

They had energy to spare and short attention spans. Anything that moved pulled their attention and they wanted to touch everything. There was also the unfortunate bonus of seeming to carry every common illness known to mankind. Ones that didn’t seem to penetrate their immune system. Which meant that said germs would abandon ship for the nearest, weakest person. 

Namely a rooster that was exhausted from a work heavy month of performances. 

Panchito knew something was wrong the moment he woke up in the early hours of 2AM. Eyes crusted over and his head felt like something was beating against his skull that was also filled with rocks. The list of ailments only grew upon realizing he was his nose was closed and a deep, wet cough sounded as he attempted to breath. His throat felt like sandpaper. This was terrible. 

Donald was up the moment he heard the first cough. Going from a deep sleep to wide awake in a matter of seconds. “Chito?”

The rooster smiled weakly. “Hola…” 

The word barely came out. No voice either. How lovely. Donald was immediately waking José up, pushing a half lucid parrot from the room. Telling him to finish sleeping with the boys. Once the room was cleared, the duck was at Panchito’s side. Hands gently pressing on his forehead. “No fever.”

“Sore…”

“Stop talking. You sound terrible. ...Must have caught something from your last gig. You reported enough kids rubbing their noses to get me concerned.” 

Panchito merely hummed in response. Even that action hurt his throat. The duck pulled away, the bathroom light flinching on soon after. The sound of items being moved urgently before Donald returned once more. 

“Here, I got you some medicine. This should help you sleep for the rest of the night.’ 

The rooster mouthed a ‘Thank you.’ as he took the pills. Winching as each traveled down his throat. He put up no complaint as Donald climbed back into bed. Arms wrapping around with a hand reaching up to rub his chest. 

In no time at all, Panchito was out. 

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“Tio José?”

The parrot grumbled weakly as he was woken up. A weight on his chest made him aware someone was resting on him. Louie, his sleep-addled mind provided. That’s right. He’d been pushed out with a quick explanation of Panchito being sick and to stay with the kids before the door was closed. He’d collapsed into Louie’s bed, then...fell back asleep, no doubt. 

Opening his eyes, José found Huey standing by the bed. Dewey hanging over from his bunk bed. Louie still asleep on the parrot’s chest. 

“Bom dia, meus queridos meninos.” 

“Are you okay?” The red cladded triplet asked. 

“Mmm… Your Tio Panchito is sick. Uncle Donald kicked me out  so I did not become sick as well.”

“Is it bad?” Dewey asked. 

“I heard a cough. But not much else.” José smiled softly as Louie let out a small groan. 

“Stop talking,” the green cladded triplet moaned softly, “Too early. Need sleep.” 

Huey crossed his arms. “It’s 8 in the morning Louie. If Tio Chito’s sick, then we need to help! I read that nutrition filled foods are helpful to combat illness. We should make a vitamin rich broth.” 

“Waffles!” 

“Dewey, waffles aren’t healthy.” 

“But they are delicious.” 

“Meninos bobos…” José yawned, cradling Louie close as he sat up to properly address the other two. “How about we make soup for Tio Chito and eggs for us? Save waffles for when everyone is able to eat them. Do not want Tio Chito to be upset.”

Dewey groaned, but conceded with a low. “Fine.”

The four of them shuffled out of the bedroom. Louie was still being held by the parrot as they made their way to the kitchen. Huey took the lead. Propping his JWG up and asking for help from José when he couldn’t reach something. The kitchen was soon filled with a delicious smell. A bowl filled with broth and a plate piled with eggs, bacon and toast being handed over to José. 

“These look wonderful Huey,” the parrot smiled, “Let me give these to your uncles and then we can eat.”

“Okay Tio José.” Huey laughed softly as his uncle preened the feather atop his head. 

The parrot knocked on the bedroom door gently. There was a quiet ‘Come in’ and José peeked in slowly. He found Donald and Panchito still in bed. The duck was awake, sitting up and scrolling through his phone. The bedside light on its lowest setting to provide some light. Panchito was still asleep. Arms wrapped around Donald’s waist with his head resting on the duck’s lap. 

“Bom dia, meu amor. I brought you breakfast. I would say for both of you, but I see Chito is still asleep.” José commented as he fully walked in.

Donald smiled softly, taking the plate and putting his phone to the side. “Thanks. You can try and wake him. He should eat.” 

The parrot hummed softly. Putting the bowl down before reaching out to rub between Panchito’s shoulders. “Chito? I have some breakfast for you.”

The initial response was a deep, wet cough. Panchito rubbed his eyes as he sat up slowly. “¿Qué hora es?”

“Good morning,” Donald spoke softly, “José brought you breakfast.” 

It was a bit of a task to get Panchito to sit up properly. The rooster seemed to have no energy to move on his own or keep himself upright. Eventually needed to be propped up against Donald and multiple pillows. 

“If you’re not better by tomorrow, we’re calling the doctor’s.” Donald commented as José handed the bowl over. To which Panchito merely hummed and then winced. “I got it from here José.”

“You sure?” The parrot asked. 

“Yeah. I’ll text if we need anything. But you should keep an eye on the boys.”

Sure enough, a loud clatter sounded from the kitchen. Quickly followed by ‘Tio José!’ from all three ducklings. José letting out a slow sigh.

“I see a movie marathon in our future for today. Get well Chito.” The parrot leaned over to place a kiss on either bird’s brows before leaving. Stern words were heard, but were muffled by the closed door. 

A routine was set up by the two in bed. Panchito was fed a few spoonfuls of broth before pausing to let his stomach settle. Donald took those moments to eat his own breakfast. The bowl was half way finished when the rooster refused more. 

“Do you need the bathroom?” Donald asked quickly. 

“No…just tired…”

“Take some more medicine before you sleep. It’ll help.” 

Panchito let out a groan when Donald slid from the bed. The warmth left as the duck made his way back towards the bathroom. Returning with a cup of water and pills in hand. Both of which the rooster downed quickly. Warmth soon returned as Donald climbed back into bed, when Panchito clambered too quickly. Rewarded with fingers preening his feathers. 

“Just sleep… You’ll be better soon.”

And even with the stuffed nose, sore throat, and pounding headache, Panchito smiled. Knowing he was going to be fine.

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