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I’m a personal Dale fan, but I still love Chip

“No need for me t’ clean th’ bedroom anymore, Chip! Th’ bedroom’s as you left it, same with th’ reading den. Painfully tidy and organized just th’ way you like.”

“I got bored one day and hollowed out an extra room in the tree. I can stay up late, build a pillow fort, snack between meals, all without bothering you at all!”

“Huh, I never expected that. That’s really showing the old Rescue Ranger initiative, Dale!”

“But you probably should clean your own room, too. Your nose is sensitive to bad smells.”

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With all the stresses of recent life catching up to him once again, it hadn’t taken long for Donald’s stress molting to make a return. Like his doctor had previously recommended, Donald was going to lie in a special hammock for a while and relax. This time, the boys were more than occupied, so there should be no interruptions this time. Going to one of the trees in the yard, Donald was going to tie the rope around the tree… When a familiar voice caught his attention. One ordering an attack. Oh no. Oh no.

“Wait! Wait! I’m not a lumberjack! You don’t need to show anyone who’s boss!” Donald thought those pesky little chipmunks were finally going to leave him alone after all the time that had passed. Unfortunately, he was proven wrong.

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“Hold your fire!” The invisible slingshots then flumped as the critter ran down the tree and stopped halfway to look at Donald’s face, fearless and brave in the face of potential danger. Mercy wasn’t usually an option, but he decided to try the Dale way just once.

“You’re not going to chop our tree down?”

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“Is that what you say t’ me after all these years? Do we need to get a swear jar?”

“You have this whole reunion going on with ducks and such, but never bothered to tell me. How classy.”

“Probably the best you can do when you’re stuffing chocolate all day- oh for fuck’s sake, I’ve missed you.”

Chip suddenly held Dale close and shut his eyes, fighting so hard to fend those tears from leaking.. then promptly gave Dale a loving bonk on the head.

“C’mere you.” Dale pulled the other chipmunk into a hug.

“Just happy t’ have ya b- hey, watchthewalnutbrain!”

“What reunions? Have we met these ducks before, Chipper? I mean, Donald I know…”

“I mean between us, dummy. We haven’t seen each other in like, four years!”

“I sure as heck haven’t been up to snuff lately, but I guess I’ll have to stick around to see if I can push you to clean up your room again like old times.”

       ❝ 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚃𝚈, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 . ❞ honestly, what was so hard about keeping something a SECRET ? gizmoduck wears a helmet to cover his face, yet no one is complaining about that.

      ❝  𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 ? 𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝. ❞

“A hypothetical that I’ve seen more often than not to lure us where the crime is committed to try to pick us off one by one.”

The chipmunk walked around the purple-clad duck and scaled his eyes up and down at him. Only a dork would fear him, maybe it works on lackeys. “I know just who you are, though!”

He didn’t, Chip’s poker face was like that of a god’s. The little detective just wanted to psyche him out. “A detective’s nose and eyes never lies!”

“Chip. I’m Chip.”

“And I might come from the same cloth of detectives as Dale, but I’m one who’s always on the case!” This Darkwing seems like a total blowhard, maybe he’s wrong to assume that..?

“I mean, you’re no bank robbing wearing bad guy, but the mask is a throw off.”

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“Is that what you say t’ me after all these years? Do we need to get a swear jar?”

“You have this whole reunion going on with ducks and such, but never bothered to tell me. How classy.”

“Probably the best you can do when you’re stuffing chocolate all day- oh for fuck’s sake, I’ve missed you.”

Chip suddenly held Dale close and shut his eyes, fighting so hard to fend those tears from leaking.. then promptly gave Dale a loving bonk on the head.

♪ Ch-ch-ch-Chip ‘n’ Dale!  Rescue Rangers! ♪ ♪ Ch-ch-ch-Chip ‘n’ Dale!  When there’s danger, ♪ ♪ No, no, it never fails: once they’re involved ♪ ♪ Somehow whatever’s wrong gets solved ♪

Man, the theme song guy doesn’t have much confidence in our heroes, does he?  It’s not, “The Rescue Rangers solve whatever’s wrong using their mad skills”–no, it’s more like, “Weird, every time the Rescue Rangers get mixed up in something, somehow whatever’s wrong gets solved.  Lucky little bunglers.”

“It’s not a something or a somehow. Fear not, it is none other than yours truly!”

“It’s the lucky stars, the chief bungler, the wildcard of the Rescue Rangers. It’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it!”

“Aw, shut the fuck up, Dale.”

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