[Minnie's crown is knocked off and rolls on the ground. Figaro growls, wishing he could have cooked this goose. duck. whatever.
But the crash makes Minnie grab a hold of Donald's shirt, and she stares at him. The clothes are different - but could it be...? On the other hand, Scrooge spoke of alternates... She swallows, a little worried.]
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But the crash makes Minnie grab a hold of Donald's shirt, and she stares at him. The clothes are different - but could it be...? On the other hand, Scrooge spoke of alternates... She swallows, a little worried.]
Sir Donald...? D-do you know who I am?