Yes, more Max/Louie fic. YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT.
Title: Recruitment Drive
Fandom: Disney (Max/Louie pre-pre-pre-slash. Or gen.)
Notes: After I wrote the last ficlet, mizzmarvel responded with Hyuck, which is AWESOME. Now it's my turn!
Prompt: "The First Meeting"
As Max and his dad pulled up to Uncle Donald's, something in the house exploded, and black smoke came wooshing out of the chimney.
Max's dad didn't seem to notice, but then, Max's dad never noticed things like that. Max thought his dad was great, but sometimes he wondered if maybe he was a little weird, too.
"Now, don't be nervous, Maxie-boy," his dad said as they headed up the walk. "You're gonna have a great time with Donald's nephews."
"Da-ad, they're five," Max said witheringly. "They're babies," and he pulled himself up to his lofty seven-year-old height. His dad just hyucked and rang the doorbell.
Aunt Daisy opened the door. "Well, if it isn't tall, dark, and handsome," she said, smiling down at Max.
"Aw, Aunt Daisy," Max said, scuffing the toe of his sneaker against the floor. She laughed.
"Come on in, fellas. The boys are in the living room."
The only boy in the living room, however, was Uncle Donald, who was stuck headfirst inside the mouth of the giant bass that hung on the wall. His tail smoldered gently and a stream of muffled yells came from inside the fish. Max's dad didn't seem to notice this either.
"Hiya, Donald!" he said, giving the fish a friendly whack. Uncle Donald shot out of it and across the room, crashing into a china cabinet and pulling all the dishes down on his head. "Gawrsh," Max's dad said mildly, and he and Aunt Daisy hurried over to where Uncle Donald lay dazedly.
Max was about to follow, when someone pulled him back into the hallway, and he found himself face to face with the Nephews.
They were, as far as Max could tell, identical except for the colors of their shirts. The one in blue circled Max slowly, looking him over from head to foot.
"Captain Dewey, report!" said the one in red.
The one in blue saluted, his hand clanging against the oversized pot he wore on his head. "Subject appears to be a juvenile, Major Huey, sir!" he barked.
The one in red tapped the large wooden spoon he held against his beak thoughtfully. "Yes, but appearances can be deceiving. And the enemy is not above employing spies."
"We could ask him," the one in green said quietly.
The other two looked at him, then back at Max. "Very well, Lieutenant Louie," said the one in red. "Well? Are you with us or against us?" he asked.
Max frowned. He hadn't understood all the words that were being used, and he didn't know why they were wearing kitchen things on their heads and no pants. These kids were like no five-year-olds he'd ever met.
"With you or against you in what?" he asked.
The ducklings blinked. "In fun, of course," the one in blue said finally.
Max stared at him, then the one in red, then the one in green, who tilted the colander on his head back a little so that he could see, and smiled at Max.
Max smiled back.
"With you, I guess," he said, and he knew that his dad had been right. He was going to have a great time.
Fandom: Disney (Max/Louie pre-pre-pre-slash. Or gen.)
Notes: After I wrote the last ficlet, mizzmarvel responded with Hyuck, which is AWESOME. Now it's my turn!
Prompt: "The First Meeting"
As Max and his dad pulled up to Uncle Donald's, something in the house exploded, and black smoke came wooshing out of the chimney.
Max's dad didn't seem to notice, but then, Max's dad never noticed things like that. Max thought his dad was great, but sometimes he wondered if maybe he was a little weird, too.
"Now, don't be nervous, Maxie-boy," his dad said as they headed up the walk. "You're gonna have a great time with Donald's nephews."
"Da-ad, they're five," Max said witheringly. "They're babies," and he pulled himself up to his lofty seven-year-old height. His dad just hyucked and rang the doorbell.
Aunt Daisy opened the door. "Well, if it isn't tall, dark, and handsome," she said, smiling down at Max.
"Aw, Aunt Daisy," Max said, scuffing the toe of his sneaker against the floor. She laughed.
"Come on in, fellas. The boys are in the living room."
The only boy in the living room, however, was Uncle Donald, who was stuck headfirst inside the mouth of the giant bass that hung on the wall. His tail smoldered gently and a stream of muffled yells came from inside the fish. Max's dad didn't seem to notice this either.
"Hiya, Donald!" he said, giving the fish a friendly whack. Uncle Donald shot out of it and across the room, crashing into a china cabinet and pulling all the dishes down on his head. "Gawrsh," Max's dad said mildly, and he and Aunt Daisy hurried over to where Uncle Donald lay dazedly.
Max was about to follow, when someone pulled him back into the hallway, and he found himself face to face with the Nephews.
They were, as far as Max could tell, identical except for the colors of their shirts. The one in blue circled Max slowly, looking him over from head to foot.
"Captain Dewey, report!" said the one in red.
The one in blue saluted, his hand clanging against the oversized pot he wore on his head. "Subject appears to be a juvenile, Major Huey, sir!" he barked.
The one in red tapped the large wooden spoon he held against his beak thoughtfully. "Yes, but appearances can be deceiving. And the enemy is not above employing spies."
"We could ask him," the one in green said quietly.
The other two looked at him, then back at Max. "Very well, Lieutenant Louie," said the one in red. "Well? Are you with us or against us?" he asked.
Max frowned. He hadn't understood all the words that were being used, and he didn't know why they were wearing kitchen things on their heads and no pants. These kids were like no five-year-olds he'd ever met.
"With you or against you in what?" he asked.
The ducklings blinked. "In fun, of course," the one in blue said finally.
Max stared at him, then the one in red, then the one in green, who tilted the colander on his head back a little so that he could see, and smiled at Max.
Max smiled back.
"With you, I guess," he said, and he knew that his dad had been right. He was going to have a great time.