' AH AH ! Y'taek mae feathers when y'cross th' street ! ' The elder duck quacks, dressed up in a much outdated clown costume circa the early 1900s probably. He reaches out & holds onto the ducklings hand, guiding him to the next neighborhood. ' Remember manners when y'ask for the candae ! No gettin' in any fights wi' other kiddies nao. '
—“C’mon! If we don’t hurry the best houses are gonna run outta candy!” With the sleeves of his scarecrow costume (a result of Grandma Duck’s generous handiwork) the duckling tugged relentlessly on Scrooge’s own absurd clown costume. “—I bet Della’s already gone through here with cousin Fethry and Gladstone, so we gotta catch up!”
Scrooge’s insistence to stick close didn’t water down Donald’s enthusiasm by any amount but likely did happen to make the duckling a hazard and headache to keep an eye on. To make things worse, about a week prior to the holiday, the little duck twins had struck a bet with each other: who could earn the most candy. Not an uncommon bet amongst children, but with the twins in particular something like that could only conjure up more trouble than it’s worth.
—“Can I go up to the next house by myself, Unca Scrooge? Pleeease?”
