when you wish upon a star (scrooge and della)

[sos_pilot]

 It was half past midnight when the crash came. Perhaps the gods of fortune decided to give Donald one last break in that it didn't destroy his houseboat - no, this landing was in the gardens.

The mangled heap of what used to be the Spear of Selene and moon-men-based-technology left a sizable crater in the ground, smoke billowing up for ages. A few minutes after the landing, one of the windows was pushed open, and the pilot made an ungraceful landing on the ground. She had expected a more dignified leap, but had also forgotten about gravity.

Compared to all the other things that had happened on the moon, this pain was nothing. She wobbled to her feet, and then stopped in place once she got an eyeful of... everything.

The mansion.

She was at the mansion.

She was in Duckberg. Earth. Home.

come stop you're crying / it'll be all right (donald and della)

[sos_pilot]

 Rebuilding a Gummi Ship was not as easy as Chip and Dale would have anyone believe. Sometimes Della mentally cursed the fact they made it seem that way  - but in the end, it had only been her own fault. It was going to be another long day of searching the entire planet for lost pieces, and hoping they would still work - not all of them did.

Off in the distance, she heard a sound, and froze. Sometimes this world got odd little "visitors"  - black wiggly things with red eyes, silver hooded creeps. She could never truly "kill" them, as they didn't seem to die, but she could fend them off for a while. She whipped out a small man-made club she'd fashioned, ready to whallop whatever planned to give her trouble today.

She rounded a corner, not seeing who invaded her space just yet.

"I am in NO MOOD today for your shenanigans!"

Everywhere I turn / I hurt someone (donald and della)

[sos_pilot]

 It had been a short while since Della had returned, and for the most part, it had been a happy reunion. Endless hugs and kisses with the boys, exchanging of stories, and readjusting to gravity... things had been exciting.

But not perfect.

Eventually Della realized it wasn't her imagination - Donald had been avoiding her. He had managed to get away with it, what with the boys understandably taking up all of Della's attention, but even they needed education. With great protest, the boys were shipped off to school, and Della set her plan into motion.

If you could call this a plan - heading right to the house-boat and knocking on it endlessly.

"I know you're in there, Donald. I can do this all day. You know I will!"