So anyone remember that canned animation/live action hybrid movie The Duck that was floating around the net for a while? Apparently the producer uploaded the whole proof of concept short online.

I gotta say this still makes me wish we could have movies like this. The animation is godly compared to most these days. 

Something to think about: Characters from Goof Troop in the Duckverse

In the Darkwing Duck Joe comic issue #8 it confirms that the town Spoonerville, where Goofy and Max lives in the show Goof Troop, A Goofy Movie, and An Extremely Goofy Movie, is part of the same universe as Darkwing Duck and Ducktales.

That will explain why Goofy and Pete’s kids Max, PJ, and Pistol are attending the same expensive private (but safe school) as Gosalyn Mallard.

But my question is why did they move all the way to the city of St. Canard  in the state of Calisota ? ( which is an analogous to Northern California)

Isn’t Spoonerville set in Delaware County, Ohio? Why did they move all the way over there? What was the reason?

But then I saw this panel……

The man behind Quackerjack kind of resembles Pete. He has the same body shape, the way he slouches, and has the same pointy ears. (Tho he looks like he is a bit roughed up and has a bit of facial hair but I guess prison can do that to you)

If it is Pete, why is he in prison in St. Canard??

Ok so we know he works as a used car salesman in Goof Troop, perhaps he had to go to St. Canard for his job related event, but seeing that Pete is a dishonest and not a nice person he has done something he was not suppose to do which led him to be in prison at St. Canard.

Pete’s family Peg, PJ, and Pistol decided to temporarily move to St. Canard to wait for his release date from prison and not be far from him.  Goofy and Max decided to move  with them to help support them because they are nice  people and good friends.

Perhaps Goofy and Peg are unfamiliar with St. Canard’s lifestyle and before they can move there, Goofy calls his best friend Donald Duck who lives in Duckburg, seeing how Duckburg is St. Canard’s neighbor city.

Since Donald has contact with his Uncle Scrooge, who has contact with Gizmoduck (who sometimes works with Darkwing Duck and the Justice Ducks in St. Canard) Donald gives information about how St. Canard can be a dangerous city to live in because of the criminals and super villains.

Goofy and Peg gets worried and asks Donald if Uncle Scrooge knows any safe private schools for their children to attend and be safe. (I mean Uncle Scrooge is rich as fuck he probably knows which schools are the best).

If Pete has been to St. Canard prison, then I would assume he has first hand experience and personally saw how insane and dangerous the criminals of St. Canard are, especially the super villains (Negaduck, the Fearsome Four, F.O.W.L. etc…) and Pete must be like “Shit I need to reevaluate me life”.

So I guess this scene from “A Goofy Movie” makes sense and adds a whole new meaning..

*Flash forward to a couple years later after Pete has been release from prison and Goofy and Pete’s family moves back to Ohio”

Pete: “Oh I don’t know Goof, something is wrong when a kid won’t spend his time with his parents. For all you know he is probably running around with some gang and stealing stuff and causing riots!”

Because Pete has personally seen how the criminals are in St. Canard and he does not want Max to end like them.

After getting a phone call from the school principal saying that Max dresses up like a gang member and  is causing “havoc and riots” and may end up in the electric chair. Goofy begins to worry.

 While living in St.Canard for a while Goofy has probably seen and heard of the criminals from the news, personally saw a crime scene in action, the Fearsome Five causing destruction, Goofy does not want Max to end up like them.

I love to think that Uncle Donald dresses his three Nephews

And it’s always according to what they need most. 

Della had given the three of them their colors. Donald can’t find it in himself to give them new color schemes. Not when the cling to them. He gets that. It’s part of their mother, and it makes them feel closer. More attached to this image they had of her. Have of her.

But that also doesn’t mean that they don’t have individual issues that need to be addressed. Through clothing. 

Louie is always getting into trouble, and it became tiresome for Donald to chase after the kid to try and snatch him away from whatever expensive thing he was trying to lay his hands on. 

The hoodie helped.

Both as a way to make him look cooler (as Donald convinced him it did) but also worked as an incredibly convenient leash when need be. And my god… the need arose far more often then not. 

A good reach over and a yank was all it took to grab the youngest triplet off the ground and deposit him three feet back. 

Dewey is a whole matter all his own. 

For years, he’d gone around in only a blue shirt. Until his uncle had noticed the odd shivers that ran up and down his nephew. The kind that made the little kids feathers stand and quake if only for a moment, but enough of a moment to notice. 

The doctors all looked, humming and tutting away. Donald was scared that perhaps whatever the eldest triplet had (an array of things, as it would turn out) was somehow clinging to the middle one as well. He wasn’t sure how he’d handle two children like that. How he’d be able to manage the tears and the strife and the awful, nagging failure that sits in the pit of his stomach -you’re not enough for him… you never will be. He’d find a way. He knew he would. And so he prepared himself for that. 

It wasn’t that. 

Anxiety. Brought on by an almost violent need to achieve at a higher level. The little tyke was constantly at odds with himself. To be better. Do better. The therapist said it had to something to do with ego or something like that… That the kid looked up to people and latched onto their successes. That he strove to be like them to the point of exhaustion. 

“He needs comfort,” the psychologist said. “He does well in a nest space, yes?”

He did, actually. Both him and his eldest both did well in smaller, enclosed, warm spaces. Like the one he’d made for them out of pillows and blankets. 

Dewey relied on that time in the pillow fort of a nest for comfort. 

It was his security blanket. 

So Donald got him a pressure shirt. 

He found it in a ski store. It was blue. Just like his little pullover t-shirt. There was some resistance at first. He said it looked weird. But Donald showed him his sailor suit (long sleeves! see? do you think I’m weird?) and it all sorted itself out from there. 

Huey, the eldest, is a runt. I’ve already established that that’s my head canon, and that so much of his health depends on Donald getting him the right medications and putting him on the best eating schedule. He’s got soft, downy fluff and delicate feet and a fragile immune system. He was given red by his mother- but Donald found it best to brighten it up, and add a hat, which Huey needed no persuasion to put on. The tiniest of the three was so much easier to spot through a crowd with that on his head. 

Huey had also tried to convince his uncle to make him look bigger. He’d cried so consistently about being the smallest of the three. That it wasn’t fair. That he was so small. So weak looking. So quick to be made fun of by whoever was closest and meanest and biggest. So his uncle had found a red shirt with a collar. “Like your suits!” Huey had cheeped, breathless with happiness, pulling it on over his head. 

The three of them were all given their colors by their mother. 

Their Uncle Donald was the one who made sure their colors kept them healthy, happy, and whole. 


someone save this poor duck

Della’s fallout may be different than what I originally expected.

HDL want to know their mom. They have their chance. She’s missed the majority of their lives. Della wants to know her boys. There are so many things she wants to tell and show them. 

But although they want to get to know each other, although they do get to know each other, Donald is still there.

It can go two ways. The boys go to Della for all things, and Donald feels out of place because of this. He had only taken this parent role due to her absence. 

HDL still go to Donald for more parent things where Della is reserved for adventure/science stuff, and Della doesn’t know what to do this. She is happy to show them the cosmos, but she wants to know about Dewey’s science project, Louie’s favorite shows, and Huey’s Junior Woodchuck Badge Ceremony.

It’s possible it’ll go both ways. Della wants to be a mom. She was deprived of that for over ten years, but there was Donald. He is more than their uncle. He is their dad and parent. He kissed their boo boos. He potty-trained them, sent them to the doctor, helped them with homework, stayed up late during flu and cold season. 

He dished it with Diane at the PTA meetings. He sold those chocolates for those stupid fundraisers. 

Donald doesn’t want to be not be dad, and fears this will change things. And it does. HDL have known nothing except their Uncle Donald, so I am going to say they’re going to idolize Della similar to how Gladstone was idolized, and Della, while flattered, is secretly bothered by this. 

Donald is dad, no matter what. 

Della might have seen the moon and its stars. She might’ve gained the knowledge of the cosmos, but she doesn’t know how to be a mom. She didn’t get the chance, and now, she fears it may be too late.

“It’s okay, Mom. Uncle Donald was there.”

And no matter how happy she is to hear that, Della’s heart breaks.