Actually Posting For The First Time In Years Just To Share This!

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Dawn pt. 3

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Can "all of these" be an answer, because that's my answer. This is freaking hilarious!

Because I've been being asked

Happy 1ooth Birthday Donald and Della Duck!

May your rein never end!

Cheers to this!

Reblog to make it die faster

Epilog

Donald doesn't want to admit it, but he knew this day was coming.

Donald is reading the paper as he sips on his coffee. Cutlass, his Keldeo, is sitting at his feet. It was a quiet morning, as his boys had gone into town to get each other presents, and get icecream. They did this every year for their birthday. They would spend hours in town as he got the house boat ready for their family party. They were probably visiting Uncle Scrooge right now. He always comes into town for their birthday, ever since their eleventh one. The boys were thirteen today.

The rest of Donald's Pokemon were off doing something to get ready for the party. They always liked get small presents for the boys. They all usually come back with random things that they find near the docks. Cutlass had alread gotten his present for the kids before anyone had waken up, as always. Every year, Donald would take their small presents and put them into three boxes for the boys. The boys got a lot of bobbles and trinkets every year.

Donald took another sip of his coffee before giving a sigh. A nice, relaxing day was just what he needed. He felt a tap on his leg, causing him to look down at his side. Chief, his Primeape, had a box in one of his hands, three small, differently colored bells on top of it. Donald was a little more than curious at this.

"Hey, Chief. Late mail? That hasn't happened in a while." Donald said, reaching for the box. Donald paused when Chief shook his head. "Did someone give it to you?" Donald asked. Chief nodded. "Do we know them?" Another nod. Donald sighed in relief as he gently took the box from his Primeape. "Thank you. I like the bells. They'll look great on the boards." He smiled, making Chief jump in joy before running off to find the other Pokemon. "Don't fall off the boat again!" He shouted.

Donald waited a moment before he heard a comedic splash. Cutlass sighed at the same time Donald shook his head. Cutlass raced out to go help Chief as Donald turned his attention back to the package. "What could you be?" He asked, taking the tiny bells off. He took the letter out from under the string that held the paper package together. He looked at both sides with a critical eye. It was addressed to him and he knew that handwriting anywhere. Della. He carefully ripped the envelope open and unfolded the paper inside.

'Dear, Donald'

Oh boy. She's scared. He could tell by the formality. Despite that, he continued to read.

'I know you said they weren't ready, but I think they are. But, ultimately, this is your choice. Inside the package are three Pokemon I think the boys would like. Uncle Scrooge helped me choose them.

Scrooge is already counting the days until the boys come to challenge him. He thinks they're going to be the youngest league challengers yet. Please, just consider it. Besides, Feathry and Gladstone are excited to see them on the road.

Gosalyn and Webby are getting their Pokemon today as well, funny enough. I promise, I had nothing to do with it! My boys just happened to be born on a national holiday where children thirteen and older come together with Pokemon and become trainers. I don't make the rules.'

Yes she did.

'Well, I hope you think about it. Just remember, this is your call. You are allowed to say no if you want to. I'm spending time with the boys before they go back to the house boat. I have a meeting down here, so I thought it was perfect. See you this weekend.

Sincerely, Della.

P.S. Daisy wants you and the boys to call her before the party starts. I hope you got her package.'

Donald inwardly groaned as he leaned his head so far back, he thought his chair was going to fall back. He heard a clicking noise at his side, causing him to look over to see Cutlass looking at him with concern. He looked at the package on the table before nodding.

"It's time."

-

"Happy birthday to you~!" Donald finished singing. The boys blew their candles out, trying to see who could blow out the most. He could hear Killick, his Gearadose, make a chuckling sound from out the window. Donald and his many Pokemon cheered once all the candles were out, making the boys smile happily.

"Present time!" Dewey shouted, standing on his chair and throwing his hands in the air. Huey and Louie snickered as Donald gave Dewey a stern look, causing the boy to quickly sit down.

"Okay, you can have your presents. First, team presents." Donald said. He pushed up three presents in distinct colored wrapping. The boys always got their favorite colors to mark their gifts. They each opened their gifts to see an assortment of things that were clearly found around the docks. Stuff people had dropped, things that had fallen off of peoples clothing, loose change, really smooth pebbles that looked like specific things, ect. They each had eleven things in their boxes if Donald had counted correctly, and he knew he had. And like every year, they thought it was adorable and thoughtful. They, of course, gave each Pokemon their praises and pets.

Donald put down their present from Daisy, split into three boxes. The boys opened their presents to find they had gotten specially made explorer bags with their names on them. Dewey got an over-the-shoulder bag while Huey and Louie got backpacks. They loved the presents so much, but were confused why they got adventure bags instead of school bags.

"Okay, your last present of the day." Donald said, pushing a paper wrapped package towards the boys. The boys were confused by this, a lot more than before.

"Last present? No clothes?" Louie asked.

"Don't you get us clothes every year?" Dewey asked.

"Yes, he does." Huey confirmed, relying on his memory alone.

Donald sighs with a chuckle. He knew they would question him.

"Boys, you still get clothes, but they're already hung up in your closet." Donald told them. "This present is from Della, Uncle Scrooge... and me." Donald explained. The boys couldn't miss the hesitation in his words. "Go ahead. I'll explain when you see what it is." Donald told them with a reassuring smile.

The boys looked between each other to see who would open it. Louie grabbed onto Deweys arm as Huey reached for the package. He undid the string and pulled off the paper before taking the lid off. They peaked inside and saw something they thought they would never see. There were three pokeballs sitting in the box.

They all looked to their uncle with shock. There was no way in a million years that their uncle was going to let them go on an adventure alone, let alone out of his own free will. There was just no way. Donald must have seen the hint of suspicion because he just gave them a reassuring look.

"I admit, it wasn't my idea. Della sent them this morning while you were out in town with her and Scrooge. I got a letter explaining she thought you guys were ready to go on an adventure. She picked them with Scrooge, but it was my decision to give them to you. I think you guys are more than ready to go, and that scared me for the longest time. But it doesn't matter how I feel. I'm giving you permission to go on an adventure. Now it's your decision to make." Donald rambled. He watched the boys trade looks before standing. Before Donald knew it, he was tackled in a hug with three pairs of arms.

Donalds pokemon watched with admiration as the boys hugged their uncle. Donald held them close, almost scared to let go, and his Pokemon knew it. But once they did let go, Donald gestured with his head to the gift box. The boys carefully brought the box over to Donald.

"Can you introduce us?" Huey asked with a sheepish smile.

Donalds surprise melted into gentle joy as he carefully took the box from them. "Of course." He nodded. The boys stepped back as Donald stood and put the box down. He grabbed one Pokeball and looked at the label that was under it. With a press of a button, a red and orange puffball came out and landed on the table with a chirp. "Torchic, the fire type pokemon." He told them.

Huey smiled as he looked at the bird. He didn't need a second opinion. He stepped up to the Torchic and leaned down to be face to face with it. "Hi, I'm Huey. Do you wanna be my pokemon?" He asked in a hushed voice. Donald's heart seemed to melt as the Torchic carefully walked over and nuzzled into Huey's face. Huey giggled as he picked the chick up. "I'm gonna call you Pheonix." He said with a bright smile. Phoenix chirped in agreement as Huey walked over and sat on the couch with him.

Donald didn't need to say anything before grabbing the next pokeball. He pressed the button and let a blue blob land on the table. It looked at the boys before snickering. "Piplup, the water type." Donald introduced.

"Oh my gosh, you are adorable!" Dewey squealed. He ran up with an excited smile. "Do you know any tricks? Can I be your trainer? Can I call you DJ? It's short for Dewey Jr." Dewey asked. The Piplup nodded excitedly and Dewey picked him up with a bubbling laugh. "This is the best day of my life!" He exclaimed, spinning around. He sat on the ground, near Huey, so he could play with DJ.

Louie was distracted by his brothers until a flash of light caught his eye. He looked back over to Donald to see a pokemon he recognized. "And this is Rowlet, the grass type pokemon." Donald introduced.

Louie pulled a chair up to sit in front of the Rowlet. "I remember you." He mumbled, laying his head on his arms.

"You know each other?" Donald asked in surprise.

"Yeah, me and Uncle Fethry found him hurt last time it was just him and me. His wing wasn't working too good, so we took him in. He's pretty chill if I remember." Louie explained. He pet the Rowlet's head with a lazy smile. "I guess I got to keep you after all." Louie whispered.

Huey and Dewey cooed from the sidelines, getting a glare from their brother. Louie was about to bark back at them when the Rowlet tucked himself under his chin and in his arms. He hummed in satisfaction, closing his eyes. "Thanks, bud. I'm gonna call you Malachite." Louie mumbled, letting his eyes close, lazily.

"I'm glad you guys are getting along. We'll go get your gear first thing in the morning." Donald told them, getting cheers from all three of the boys, plus DJ and Pheonix.

-

Everyone was asleep. Donald's Pokemon always slept scattered around the houseboat, hiding wherever they could fit. Huey was asleep with Pheonix sleeping next to his head. Dewey was asleep, his body sprawled out across the bed. DJ was on his chest, also sprawled out. Donald was asleep in his room, the only Pokemon sleeping in his room with him was Cutlass and Private, his Blastoise. The only ones not asleep were Louie and Malachite.

Louie couldn't fall asleep, and Malachite could sense this. They sat on his bunk in silence for a good while. Louie knew it was well past midnight by now, but he just couldn't sleep.

"Malachite?" His Rowlett looked up at him, sitting across from him. "Do you want to go on an adventure?" Louie asked in a whisper.

Malachite tilted his head.

"If you don't want to battle that's fine. If you want to stay here, than we can stay here. I'm not going to do anything you don't want to do." Louie said.

Malachite walked over to his leg and nuzzled it, causing him to chuckle.

"Does that mean it's my choice?" He asked.

Malachite looked him in the eye.

"Okay." He mumbled. "What do we do now?" Louie asked, reaching for his blanket as the room began to get cold.

Malachite walked over to his pillow before faceplanting into it.

Louie let out a soft chuckle at this. "Sleep. Sleep is good." Louie mumbled in amusement as he pulled his blanket higher and laid on his pillow as well. Malachite rolled under the blanket and under Louie's chin, getting him to latch onto the Rowlet out of instinct. "Goodnight, Malachite. I love you." He yawned before they both fell asleep.

Huey sat in bed, staring at the wall as he listened to his baby brother begin to snore. He didn't know what to think of what he had just heard. Huey was always a light sleeper, so Louie had woken him up with his first word. Oh how he regretted it. What was he supposed to think? His brother might not be with them tomorrow because his Pokemon might want to stay with Uncle Donald... But that wasn't always a bad thing. It was just unexpected. That's what he reminded himself. Everyone is different and has different priorities. So do pokemon. It's best to just think about it tomorrow.