SonicHearts

Grandmother's kitchen always smelled of orange tarts. The granddaughter always loved the smell, and always associated the scent with her darling grandmother. Every time the child visited her grandparents, she would run straight for the kitchen, where a fresh batch of goodies awaited her. As she would sit to eat the tarts, Grandmother would pull up a chair, and tell the little one all kinds of exciting stories about the N.A.V.Y. and fighting pirates. The girl would listen, rapt, and try to imagine herself in the role of such an amazing woman. "Grandma?" The little girl asked after the latest tale had been told. "Can I be in the N.A.V.Y. when

Ducksworth was one of Scrooge McDuck's most loyal servants, and proved this by continuing to work despite Scrooge's absence. He continued to cook, clean, and arrange Scrooge's finances. Many of the other servants had left, not seeing a point to continue their job if their employer couldn't be found. By the time May arrived, the mansion had only two occupants. It was early afternoon when Ducksworth finished dusting Scrooge's bedroom, and when he came down the stairs to start on dinner, he was surprised to see the second occupant waiting for him in the living room. "Mrs. Beakly." Ducksworth nodded politely to her in greeting, and though his se

PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT! Everyone needs sleep. This may have sounded like an obvious fact that everyone should know, but for Minnie, she had to hammer it home to her mind. Everyone needed sleep, including her. So like it or not, she had to return to the humble inn they were staying at. It wasn't that she didn't like the inn, because she did, with its traces of family comfort and homage to the good old days. It was run by kindly folks, and the pay for the room was cheap. The rooms were spacious and the beds were comfortable, and there was only one thing preventing her from fully enjoying her stay in that room.

Minnie wasn't sure if she should treat the fighting trio like the civilized men she thought they could be, or like the fourth graders they were acting like.  She took a breath, and then raised her voice, trying to get their attention. "That's enough!" But either they didn't hear her, or they were ignoring her, because the fight still waged on. Even Mortimer was foolishly getting in on it, hiding behind a tree and throwing rocks at Oswald and Pete. Minnie tried again and again, her voice growing louder and louder. "Gentlemen… If you could just… I'm trying to… Will you idiots just stop?!" Mickey patted her shoulder, stepping up.

PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT! It was very upsetting to Minnie that she was thinking this situation was normal. She had chased Mickey through enough hazardous places that it had become scarily routine for her. It's why as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop today in pursuit of him that she wasn't as angry as usual. To be fair, that would be difficult to tell considering how loudly she was yelling at him, "GET BACK HERE YOU DISGUSTING PIRATE!", and how many bullets she was firing at him with her pistol. As they zigzagged around chimneys and skipped over broken roof tiles, Minnie knew how this would play out down to t

Night had fallen on Mickey's ship, but Minnie couldn't sleep.  She had been offered a chance to sleep wherever she pleased, with Mickey's eyebrows wiggling in hopes of her choosing a certain captain's quarters, but Minnie had decided to spend the night wandering the ship. Oswald had been thrown back into the cells alongside Mortimer. Minnie was still upset about the 'floozy' comment Mortimer had made, and so she avoided the cells for the time being. She wasn't sure just what she wanted to do this night. Of course she had objected to barging in on the wedding, and of course her efforts went ignored. While she did agree that the entire affair

PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT! Minnie had been waiting for this part of the tour all day, and it certainly did not disappoint. The massive theater before her was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen in her life. The hundreds of seats were aligned perfectly in red and black, a magnificent chandelier twinkled from high above, and even the balconies seemed made for the gods. The stage itself was a work of art, with the perfect curtains, the perfect lighting, and right now it was being used by the perfect actors. Daisy Duck, her idol, was a famous theater star and one of the many reasons Minnie had joined

When the girls had been racing to the hospital it seemed as though time was impossible to measure since it was going by so fast. Now when Minnie, Millie and Daisy were waiting outside of Horace's room, time was slower than the sickest tortoise. Clarabelle was inside and woe to any doctor that attempted to make her leave, lest they wanted a painful headlock. The waiting girls struggled to keep patient with small talk, which was helped by the fact Millie was still wearing her wedding dress and getting plenty of stares. Minnie could have helped with the talks by telling them what had happened ever since Mickey's crew attacked Mortimer's ship but

By the end of that week, spring was beginning to blossom. Were more important matters not at stake, Donald would have stopped to smell the flowers and even pluck some for Daisy. For now he had to be content with catching their scent as he waited outside of his Uncle Scrooge's mansion for the arrival of Drake. Today Donald would play the role of the mild mannered citizen while Drake would take on his hero persona to investigate the crime. Ducksworth stood at his side on the porch as they waited and the servant didn't exactly agree to this plan. "Mister Duck." He spoke coolly when the awkward silence became too much to bear. "I understand that

The weekend was over and most women in the N.A.V.Y. were expected to pick up the slack and dive right into their week once Monday arrived. Daisy, however, saw it as just another day and saw no reason to work harder than she usually did. On particularly slow days, she would sneak back into her and Minnie's room to arrange another date with her multiple side boyfriends. But as she communicated with Gladstone Gander over the radio that day, she was mostly agreeing to everything he was saying without listening to the words.  Her mind was elsewhere. Once again, Donald had canceled a date of theirs, and when Daisy asked Ducksworth about it, once a