#Baby Plucky Duck

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Animaniacs Original Production Cel on Original Background: Baby Plucky Duck

MEDIUM: ​Original Production Cel on Original Background IMAGE SIZE: 11.5" x 14" PRODUCTION: Animaniacs, Buttons and the Balloon SKU: IFA8513

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Water Go Down the Hooooolee

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Snakie Go Down The Hole… “Guardin' in the Garden” (1993)

[wileys-russo]

leah williamson, "i tried to get my lashes done with tooney and alessia but i didn't like it, so i tried to take them off myself. but now i've ripped half my eyelashes off" in the bathroom 🫶🏻

l.williamson II plucky

"hey babe, everything alright? you normally meet me in the tunnel." your girlfriend smiled curiously as you hovered by the car park.

"yeah everything is fine! i just had to call my mum about something and you know how loud the girls can get after a derby win." you excused, greeting her with a big hug.

"mmm talk about a headache. if i smell like cheap champagne its katies fault." leah grumbled feeling your body vibrate with quiet laughter against her.

"i missed you this morning. did you have a nice time with tooney and less?" your girlfriend asked, not having seen you all day as you were gone before she woke up and leah was gone by the time you returned.

"it was lovely! i've not really spent much time with ella but she and less together are quite the pair." you chuckled honestly as the two of you broke apart, leah shrugging off her gym bag and popping the boot, tossing it in.

"thats an understatement." leah grinned, reaching to steal your sunglasses as you ducked out of her reach. "get your own williamson." you teased, making your way around to the other side of the car.

"i'm trying to you little thief, those are mine!" your girlfriend protested as you only grinned, backing up against the window as she tried again.

"my eyes are sensitive to light and you left these in the kitchen, makes them fair game." your grin grew as the blonde started the car with a huff. "sensative to light? thats a new one." leah scoffed as you playfully smacked her knee before intertwining your fingers with her spare hand.

you allowed her the space to debrief after the game, knowing even if it was a win the girl always had some things to get off her chest about both her own and the teams performance.

so much so that by the time she pulled into the driveway of your shared home she was still going, causing an amused smile to be painted in your features as you patiently awaited the end of her rant.

"sorry." leah blushed a little once she had, something that was rare but adorably endearing as you leaned over to softly kiss her warm cheek. "don't be. my ears are always yours to command baby." you promised.

"my girl." leah smiled against your lips, the two of you exchanging a few sweet kisses before separating so the pair of you could head inside.

"why are those still on you freak?" leah laughed when she returned from putting away her bag to find you sat on the sofa texting, sunglasses still covering your eyes.

"i'm tired! some of us got up early." you quipped flipping her off which she reciprocated, wandering to the fridge as you finished the message to alessia, huffing as you pressed send and left your phone on the couch.

"take them off! it feels weird like you're my security detail or something." leah rolled her eyes playfully as you smiled. "maybe i am, i was just hired to protect you by your mum and our entire relationship is a lie." you teased sticking your tongue out at her.

"baby girl with those chicken arms? not a chance." leah smirked grabbing out a juice and closing the fridge. "yeah like you're one to talk chicken legs!" you retorted back as your girlfriend gasped.

"you know i'm sensitive about my legs!" leah scowled, lips puckering out in a slight pout. "well a bit more running them and not your mouth at training and maybe you'd see some results." you teased, backing away as the blonde placed down her juice and advanced on you.

"leah no!" you squealed as she launched, darting away from her and hearing her feet thump after you, laughing as her body crash tackled into you taking you down onto the bed.

"not bad skinny legs, maybe they're good for wind resistance, makes you speedy." you grinned as she hovered over you. "wind resistance? think's shes a sports scientist now." leah tutted with a shake of her head.

"no!" you pushed your head back as your girlfriend reached for the sunglasses, teasing smile wiped away in a second. "alright what is going on with the glasses?" leah frowned, moving off of you as you sat up.

"nothing! my eyes are just...sore." you excused lamely, cringing at the awful reasoning which leah clearly didn't believe either. "did less fall over and hit you in the face or something? do you have a black eye?" the blonde asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern as you shook your head.

"no no really, it's fine." you promised, but as leah tried once more to take the glasses you stood so fast you almost gave her whiplash. "take them off and show me then!" the defender demanded, standing up and crossing her arms.

but instead you fled, racing off to your ensuite bathroom and quickly locking it before your girlfriend could join you. "baby. this is silly, whatever it is you can trust me." the footballer sighed, knocking softly on the door.

"babe come on, i love you way too much for anything to change that. let me in?" she tried again after a minute or two of silence as you sighed, knowing you couldn't avoid her forever, slinking toward the door and unlocking it with a click.

"promise me you won't laugh." you warned seriously as the blonde joined you, nodding in agreement and sitting down on the edge of the bath as you exhaled deeply.

"well after coffee this morning i tried to get my lashes done with tooney and alessia but i didn't like it, so i tried to take them off myself-" you started to explain, slowly lowering the glasses from your face.

"-but now i've ripped half my eyelashes off." you revealed quietly, sunglasses placed down on the bench as you huffed, leah very clearly biting down on her bottom lip. "leah catherine you promised." you warned seeing how close she was to breaking.

"i'm fine! it's not funny, not at all." your girlfriend cleared her throat, still holding back a smile as you groaned and sat down on the closed toilet lid. "go on then, laugh." you mumbled miserably, burying your face in your hands.

"hey." you felt hands grab your wrists, tugging them away as a finger tapped your chin meaning your head raised with a frown. "you are so beautiful and i adore you." leah promised, hands letting go of yours and gently cupping your face.

"-even without eyelashes." the blonde added on with a smile that wasn't unkind, pecking your lips and mumbling how much she loved you against them. "okay! point made." you finally cracked a laugh gently pushing at her shoulders.

"they'll grow back. at least it wasn't your eyebrows! that might have been a deal breaker for me my girl." leah sighed as you scoffed and kicked at her which she easily dodged.

"come on plucky, lets go order some food." "plucky!?" "yeah! pretty and lucky...plucky." "nice save." you warned her with a glare, taking her outstretched hand none the less and letting her pull you to your feet.

"so babe i have to ask. what was the plan here? wear your sunglasses for the next three months while they grew back?"

[threepandas]

Bad End: Kept Safe

[Art by Miu_A]

You ever give someone advice, knowing full well they aren't going to take it? Even AFTER they have begged and pleaded and WHINED at you, for hours, for it? Even after they poured their heart and soul out to you? And you, a good friend, carefully and tactfully, tried your best to help? LIKE THEY ASKED?

Ever find yourself the designated "run too dramatically weep in the arms off" friend?

I have.

It is hell. I am in hell.

This is my punishment for all those hours I spent reading and playing Otome Isekai junk instead of, I don't know, solving world hunger or something. Because it HAS to be. I am clearly being punished. Repeatedly. By some sort of petty, petty, anime God.

Fuck you too, buddy.

A fresh round of highly dramatic Protagonist sobbing peirces the air. Dear lord, she has a set of lungs on her, does she? It's like an air siren. But more... upset toddler. It was bizarre. I'd LIKED her as a character. I HAD. Bright and cheerful, determined with a good heart. She'd been a bit naive, yes, but she'd grown. Love had changed her for the better.

But THIS?

This was some middle school "he threw away my secret note, that I didn't sign, so that means he HATES MEEEEE~" bullshit. It went on and on and ON! God, it'd been MONTHS! Years!

I made friends with the Protagonist when we were in The Royal Academy. The story's setting. It SHOULD have finished by graduation. SHOULD. HAVE. But DID it? No! This nonsense had spilled into the COURT! The general population! Actual political factions were starting to get involved!

All because my "friend" COULDN'T PICK A MAN.

And she didn't listen. I tried. God, how I TRIED! No matter HOW I phrased "just fucking TALK to them" it didn't get through her dense fucking skull. I tried taking a break. To calm down. She HUNTED ME DOWN with her little Harem of political trainwrecks!

That poor port city STILL has yet to recover from the chaos they unleashed.

I don't... God, I don't even LIKE her anymore. I've just been reduced to her HANDLER. Forced into girlish tea parties devoid of any taste, because no one ELSE will come. Followed by winces and pitying looks by every lady in all of polite society. The sacrifice to keep HER distracted, lest her gaurd dogs decide its a good idea to do something unhinged again.

It's exhausting.

I'm not even listening.

She seems to have worked through her usual cycle of "cry, mope, what about meeeee~, then I going to go be Plucky at them! Tee Hee~♡!". Good, good. You go have fun, you little train wreck. I'm going to go find an actual ADULT to hide behind.

I have my maids change me out of an outfit that, frankly? I am too old for. I am not sixteen. We are not GIRLS, for the heaven's sake. We are WOMEN. It was a cute outfit. I enjoyed wearing it, back when I was physically young enough that it was appropriate. But even THEN... that's the down side of the whole "isekai" thing.

You keep your mental age.

Everyone around you? INFANTS. Fresh faced babies. You are being flirted with by fourteen year olds and? It is DISGUSTING. They can never be anything more then "cute kids" to you. The characters you once thirsted over? Reduced to actual, living, breathing, pre-schoolers.

There's no going back after that. I'll NEVER unsee it. Can only continue to age, even as they simply... grow up. And then? When they started behaving like FOUR YEAR OLDS? Forget it! I'm beginning to share my parents fears I may die single.

At least I have a refuge. A place of SANITY and SENSE.

I grab the imported wine I had purchased. I'd noticed him drink it before on special occasions. Found a tea seller that was willing to also bring some back. Mother LOVED the tea and my friend was going to love the wine, I could just tell.

Cautiously poking my head out of the guest apartments i was staying in, I checked the hall. Left. Right. Left. Thank god. No Protagonist in sight, she hasn't come back yet. Better hurry though.

I walk fast and keep close to the wall. Ducking into alcoves at every new female voice. Passing servants, Nobles, and the occasional Knight either murmur what they know of Protagonist's last known location or politely pretend not to see me. For anyone else, this would be scandalous behavior. For ME? Well... everyone knew EXACTLY why I was being driven to such extremes.

I thankfully reached the governance wing unmolested. It was far quite and none of the pack of fools ever really set foot here. Not ever the ones who were SUPPOSED to be busy learning their future roles as leaders of this country. God, I could only hope the third prince somehow quietly pulls a coup.

Not that I'd SAY that.

The gaurds don't even bother to announce me, I'm here so often. Merely opening the door. I maintain my decorum none the less. JUST long enough for the doors to finally close and I am able to drop my social mask like whipping of my bra after a long day. Oh thank fuuuuuuck. FREEDOM!

A familiar chuckle, like incense smoke, wafts from the second floor of the office.

"Oh my~, so tired?" My friend muses, his voice that ever lilting purr. I hear him closing whatever heavy tome he's currently studying. "And so early in the DAY! Was it the little nuisance again? Surely she must have SOMETHING better to do?"

Gently putting the wine I'm gifting him on his desk, I then throw up my arms. You would THINK! Wouldn't you?! It's an old complaint. And frankly? I'm glad he still let's me vent about it. It HAS to get old. Yet? He let's me complain anyway.

I met the, roughly translated, "Keeper Of The Shield" at one of the Crown Prince's many ridiculous parties. I was dragged along as Protagonist's plus one. Because GOD FORBID she bring one of her suitors! That might lean towards CHOICE! Can't have THAT!

It was an overly dramatic, gaudy, slow motion trainwreck from beginning to end. I? Got very, VERY drunk. I knew I shouldn't. It was wildly inappropriate. But I was HORRIFIED. Hid near the balconies and drank to forget. Contemplating jumping.

Was likely the only one there my age NOT in ten layers of bows and fabric flowers. It was probably why Crevan decide to talk to me. That and the look of abject suffering. He informed that, sadly, the balconies were locked. But if I planned to maim my self to escape, he could probably boost me up enough to reach the upper windows.

I choked on my drink and guffawd like an idiot. It was SUPER flattering. Very pretty. And honestly? The best conversation I'd had in YEARS. He was droll. Witty. Snarky. In just as much hell as I was. We gleefully narrated the drama playing out before us in as cutting a manner as possible. Grown adults, government officals! Behaving like fucking CHILDREN.

Only after, did I learn I had been chatting with the equivalent of the minister of the Defense. THE commander of our nation's defensive forces. All of them. Knights, army, spies. All of it. And the poor man had been dragged from his desk to play party prop by a glorified teenager. I was horrified. Appalled. Fucking OUTRAGED to learn that it was just... normal!

This country was a nightmare! Otome games are HELL. Lacey, sparkly HELL!!!

But at least I had Crevan to keep me sane. He was always willing to listen. Advise when he could. We had HOPED that Protagonist would start maturing... I'd even mentioned it, but it just seemed like she back slid again and again! Trapping me. Isolating me! Ruining my chances to move ON and have a LIFE!

I don't know what went wrong! Is it me? Am I too hand holdy? It's starting to destabilize the country! Not that the royal family even seems to notice! God no, if it weren't for Crevan, the whole PLACE would have collapsed!

I flop down on my couch. Technically it's not "mine", but honestly? He's fooling no one. The man barely had ANY guest furniture before we became friends. It's totally my couch. (He even got a tea table for us, the softy.)

"Oh? A gift? How thoughtful, dear~" It's only months of friendship that keep from jumping these days. I should get that man a BELL. "Would you like some?"

I can't help but huff a laugh. He always looks to PLEASED when he gets the jump on someone. Startles them. A mischievous asshole, that one. Touchy, too. Forever cupping my cheek or earnestly taking my hand. Patting my head. Guiding me by the elbow or shoulder. He has so few friends... I am certain he is touch starved.

A thought occurs to him, as he pours two cups. A sly grin stretching across his face as he turns to offer me a cup. The wine's scent mixes, burning and delicate, with the ever present smells of incense and his favorite herbal cigarettes. Blurring the senses and relaxing. It's a pretty strong drink.

"You KNOW... it just occurs to me! Darling, if you want to avoid that pest? Why not spend the day HERE? I'd love to have you. " his voice becomes low and serious for a moment, almost catching me off gaurd, bouncing back before I can really think about it. "You could trash my shelves again! Camp out on my couches! It'll be like a little party~ Just you and me! Not a care in the world. You won't have to worry a single thing~"

He grins, glasses catching the light, toothy like the old scheming fox he is.

"I'll keep you nice and safe~"

[cloudcountry]

Please I need balor x farmer fic 🤭🤭🤭 thank you!!!

SUMMARY: how balor falls for you, and how you two get together

COMMENTS: @shinysparklesapphires spat this one out for you too

Balor seems like the type to fall for you whenever. Like, it’s not a flashy romantic moment, or a meaningful occasion, you just come up to his cart in the morning to check out his stock and gasp when you see a pretty gemstone or laugh when you see a silly article of clothing from the capital (“Balor, why on Earth do they wear stuff like this?”) and he finds himself frozen in place.

He can’t stop staring at you all of a sudden, your eyes seem brighter today and your laugh sounds happier, your skin looks so warm and inviting, his shoulders relax and his lips part, his eyes locked onto everything that makes you who you are, and he almost falls over. He stumbles weirdly, catching himself on the side of his cart with an awkward smile.

You ask him if he’s okay and he flushes bright pink, brow furrowing softly as his grin turns sappy, letting you know that he’s fine in the softest voice you’ve ever heard him use. It leaves you reeling, his usually plucky and cheerful voice smooth and gentle, and he’s looking at you like he’s seeing you for the first time, and now you’re the one swallowing nervously and shuffling your feet against the dew-covered grass.

Wind chimes sing in the distance and you wrap up your conversation, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. You say something about buying seeds at the General Store and Balor has half a mind to follow you like a lost puppy, but he doesn’t. If he’s going to woo you, he needs to spare some of his dignity. Not too much though.

The next morning he leaves you a bouquet of flowers that are out of season, knowing full well you’ll connect the dots. Months pass and he regularly drops hints about how he feels, but not without fidgeting and backtracking a few times. It takes everything in him not to do a silly triumphant dance when he sees a bouquet of flowers left on his cart, with a little card that says they’re from you.

He runs all over town, flowers in hand, searching high and low for you, He finally catches you coming out of the mines, backpack bulging with rocks and artifacts and monster loot. You jump when he calls you name, waving you over with a beaming smile on his face, cradling your bouquet like a baby. You laugh and run over to him, backpack thumping against your back.

Was gonna look for you as soon as I left the mines is what you say to him, taking your backpack off of your shoulders and placing it on the ground, digging through it until you find a bundle of pure sapphires, one or two perfect specimens thrown in the mix. Balor stands, slack jawed as you hold them out to him, a nervous smile on your face. You did all of that work, got all of those...for him?

“You’re astounding.” he breathes, heart pounding so hard he hears it in his ears, the blood in his body is rushing straight to his brain and he asks you out right then and there, confessing how long he’s adored you, how he wants to be with you officially now, promising to buy you a drink at the Inn. He sees you duck your head and smile nervously, accepting his offer without even a moment’s hesitation. He expects you to keep to yourself when you two arrive at the Inn, still riding the high of finally being together, but you burst through the Inn doors and shout that Balor is yours now, that you’re together, and he finds himself shrinking behind you in embarrassment.

The townsfolk take it in stride (after all, the atmosphere here has always been rowdy), clapping and congratulating the two of you. Some tease the embarrassed Balor, asking if he’s planning on sticking around now, moving in on the farm with you, getting a mining permit and taking care of the animals with you. Yearning takes root in Balor’s chest as he sees you laughing with Adeline and Eiland, and if he concentrates hard enough he can feel the soft skin of a cow under his fingertips.

It feels right. You feel right. And as you run back over and grab his hand, pulling him over to a cheerful Hemlock, Balor feels more at peace than he ever has in his life.

[thebrownssociety]

I know about Melissa's relationship with Daffy, but I'm wondering about how she ties into Shirley McLoon. The other Tiny Toons seem to be directly based on other Looney Tunes characters (Buster and Babs to Bugs, Plucky to Daffy, etc.) or are at least semi-opposites (Montana Max to Yosemite Sam, Elmyra to Elmer), but Shirley doesn't seem to have a proper counterparts. Plus, Shirley and Melissa are both ducks (er, Shirley is a LOON that looks like a duck) with white feathers and blond hair, and several fan wikis say that Shirley was very loosely based on Melissa. Plus, Melissa doesn't have much of a known personality to speak of; maybe a look into Shirley could reveal something about Melissa!

So, I looked into Shirley McLoon, because I'd completely forgotten what she was like. Mystic Powers, Aura's and everything psychic is Shirley's department. A hoax or genuine? You decide.

So, how is she a copy of Mellissa? Her looks were based of Melissa for sure - they're both blondes, and as you pointed out they're both modelled of ducks. Just like Melissa is aware of Daffy's [many] faults, but loves him anyway, Shirley is aware of Plucky's faults, but loves him anyway.

Shirley is also friends with Babs and Fifi, just as Melissa is friends with Penelope and Lola. She's also friends with Petunia, but sadly Shirley wasn't shown interacting with Hampton much, I think.

I'm not sure personality wise, because Melissa basically was 'Daffy's love interest' and not much else. Even taking into account Baby Looney Tunes, where Melissa was an amateur comedian, and there's not much similarity.

One thing I do think happened though is that Shirley took inspiration from Melissa's episode 'The Duxorcist' where she was possessed by ghosts. Obviously Shirley's not possessed, but her interest in mystic powers and stuff maybe came from that? Just a theory.

[incorrectwbanimationquotes]

Plucky: If I had a baby I’d name it “Plucky Duck 2: The Sequel”. Buster: You would make such a great father.

[jokersexymancompetition]

Now that the Joker poll is done Im running an evil clown poll. Just for fun.

accepting clowns, mimes, jesters, etc.

The clowns so far:

Stitches (Stitches)

Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)

The Killer Klowns (The Killer Klowns from Outer Space)

Cheezo, Bippo, and Dippo (Clownhouse)

Kefka Palazzo (Final Fantasy VI)

Pennywise (It 1990)

Pennywise (It 2017)

Mr. Mime (Detective Pikachu)

Scorpion clowns (American Dragon)

Laughing Jack (Creepypasta)

Der Klown (Krampus)

The Violator (Spawn)

Quackerjack (Darkwing Duck)

The Clown Doll (Poltergeist)

This Guy (Real Life)

Fizz & Robo Fizz (Helluva Boss)

Art (Terrifier)

Krusty the Clown (The Simpsons)

Firefighter Clown (Brave Little Toaster)

Bobo Clown Doll (Real Life)

Gingerclown (Gingerclown)

Captain Spaulding (House Of 1000 Corpses)

Arthur Fleck (Joker 2019)

Clöyne (Clown 2014)

Killjoy The Demonic Clown (Killjoy)

The Laugh (Amusement)

Clownpiece (Touhou)

Cicero (Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim)

Dimentio (Paper Mario)

Courtly Jester (Ever After High)

Phycomedian (Miraculous Ladybug)

Marx (Kirby)

Drunk clown (Dumbo)

Hisoka Morow (Hunter x Hunter)

Circus Baby (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Sweet Tooth (Twisted Metal)

Zeebo the Clown (Are You Afraid Of The Dark?)

The Crimson Clown (Are You Afraid Of The Dark?)

Popee (Popee the Performer)

Duela Dent (Dc Comics)

Zombozo (Ben 10)

Jack the Clown (Halloween Horror Nights)

Unnamed Evil Clown (Cabin In The Woods)

Shakes (Shakes the Clown)

Plucky Pennywhistle (Supernatural)

Rakshasa (Supernatural)

Twisty (American Horror Story)

Jester Zombie (Plants Vz Zombies)

Clown Zombie (Plants Vz Zombies)

Clown (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Freakshow (Danny Phantom)

Beppi the Clown (Cuphead)

Pierrot (Sonic)

Violent J (ICP stage persona)

Charlotte (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Joker (Smile Precure)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Juggles the Clown (beanie baby)

Mr. Mime (The Powerpuff Girls)

Geiru Toneido (Ace Attorney)

Joker (Persona 2)

Jestro (Nexo Knights)

Tubby the Clown (Ape Escape)

The Jester (Legends of Oz: Dorothy's Return)

Jangles the Clown (Inside out)

Krazi (Ninjago)

The Mime (Miraculous Ladybug)

Shadow Teddie (Persona 4)

Mr. Magic Pierrot (Sailor Moon)

Piedmon (Digimon)

Grunkfuss the Clown (One Night at Flumpties)

Joka (Klonoa)

The Puppet (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Mr. Tatters (Emily Wants To Play)

Reala (NiGHTS)

Dr. Screwball Jones (Wander over Yonder)

Le Mime (Xiaolin Showdown)

The Groaner (Supermansion)

Jingles the Clown (Jingles the Clown)

Harley Quinn (The Dark Prince Charming)

Doppelganger Arle as Pierrot (Puyo Puyo~n)

Zombie Clown (ZombieLand)

[termiteterraceclub]

Termite Terrace Club - September 12th

1936 - Porky’s Moving Day - Dir. Jack King

TV

1992 - Taz-Mania: ”Oh, Brother” / “Taz-Babies”

1992 - The Plucky Duck Show (Pilot): “The Return of Batduck”

1997 - Pinky & the Brain Season 3: “Brain Noir”

Direct to Video

Tweety’s High Flying Adventure

[demoantique]

Tiny toon adventures plucky duck

Pig, Fifi La Fume, Dizzy Devil, Calamity Coyote, Sweetie Bird, and two human characters, Elmyra Duff and Montana Max, who are regarded as the main villains of the series. only owns half the copyrights), and three of them (The Plucky Duck Show reuses animation from Tiny Toon Adventures so all its episodes are included in the original series) are available for streaming on. Steven Spielberg Presents: Tiny Toon Adventures. The cheerful yellow quackers have become such an artifact of pleasant childhood memories and nostalgia, some manufacturers offer them in forms suited more to adult collectors than to little tykes in the tub. All five spin-offs, in addition to Tiny Toons, were co-produced by Amblin Entertainment and Warner Bros. Simple, durable, and inexpensive, they outlasted more complex toys. Out of the thirteen episodes, only the first one, 'The Return of Batduck', an homage and tie-in to the 1992 Tim Burton film Batman Returns, was completely original to the series. The show ran for thirteen episodes from September to December 1992. Their image as the quintessential tub toy was sealed in 1970 when Ernie, the cheerful orange Muppet on "Sesame Street" sang "Rubber Duckie." The catchy song went on to become a childhood hit, in the same way that the ducks themselves had become a standard part of childhood. The Plucky Duck Show is a short-lived spin-off to Tiny Toon Adventures, with all of the episodes centering on Plucky Duck. Rubber ducks are most often identified as a bath-time plaything for babies and toddlers. In more recent years, rubber ducks are not even rubber-they're mostly made of vinyl. Over the years, their design has evolved, settling on a standard form of a swimming duck with a bright orange bill. Examples of yellow, molded-rubber duck toys appeared around the 1940s. This show is hosted by Buster and Babs Bunny (no relation) and their friends Plucky Duck, an egotistical power crazy duck much like Daffy Duck, and Hamton Pig. The loony, toony, tiny adventures with big laughs at Acme Acres Looniversity with Buster and Babs Bunny, Plucky Duck, Hamilton, Elmyra, and more favorite. While rubber squeak toys have been around since the 1800s, no one has identified exactly who hatched the idea of the rubber duck.

[ducklooney]

Duckvember - Childhood and Finicky Duck (Ducks)

Although I am late with the given topics, I decided to publish both drawings related to two topics.

The first drawing is about ducks from my childhood that I grew up with while reading comics with Donald Duck and his family (primarily with Scrooge McDuck, Daisy and Donald's nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck) so I drew the main ducks, which I love from childhood, how they go together to the city fair (behind them you can see a carousel, a circus tent and other things for the fair). Donald and Daisy love and take care of the children, and the nephews make mischief and make tricks with Uncle Scrooge, while Scrooge doesn't even notice.

The second drawing is related to the theme of finicky duck which means being committed to important and small details, yet finicky in my native language means giving importance to children by parents so I drew Daffy Duck to help baby Plucky eat. I know, Plucky Duck is Plucky Duck is Daffy’s student and Daffy is Plucky’s mentor at school, but I imagined what if Daffy Duck did the nanny job when Plucky was a baby and when Daffy took care of Plucky. Surely Plucky had absorbed the skills, tricks, and knowledge of Daffy from a young age. By the way, Daffy is a terrible nanny as well as babysitting and I don’t have to say why, but this could be funny. Yes, Daffy comes from Looney Tunes, while Plucky Duck from Tiny Toons Adventures.

I hope you like these drawings.

[fuzzychildchopshop]

Baby Plucky and Sylvester by Jose-Ramiro

[yosvelindolls]

💜 Amigurumis de junio 💜

Grogu (Baby Yoda) 💚 Baby Plucky Duck 🦆

Dinosaurio Reptar 🦖 Mario Bros. 🍄

Ellos fueron los protagonista de mi mes de junio 😁

Fueron poquitos este mes, pero me encantaron 😍

Todos tejidos con muchísimo amor ✨🧶

💌 Si deseas realizar pedido o cotizar envia DM 💌

🌈 Si te gusta mi trabajo por favor dale ❤️👍🏻 comenta 💬 guarda y/o comparte 🙌🏻

💐 ¡Muchas gracias! 💐

[izoladogatari]

[wheretwofacesmeet]

Elswyth

" Bellroc , what happened to the cookies?"

They shrugged, face buried in their two - hundred - year - old grimoire.

" Bellroc."

" Goblins."

He gazed down at the plate . Some of the cookies HAD bites taken out of them by pointed teeth,but the rest had been burned black .

" Bellroc,I think we have a rat problem."

"Mmhm. Hm."

" I think Nari has a suitor. And they're going to elope. And did you notice the earth is flat?"

" How lovely. "

He sighed sharply, exasperated, and gave up. They were oblivious to all things save for that moth - eaten personal collection of elementary spells.

Nari was currently licking herself in her room,and , atypically, not producing any plants or flowers.

She might be flea - ridden, since she kept scratching her head ( which she never used to do with her foot ).

' Where may the vermin be hiding? ' Skrael wondered, setting the plate down on a small table .

Bellroc reached out a hand automatically, and the cookie hissed and blackened upon being touched.

Liar !

He turned away and teleported to his room.

An unpleasant feeling was gnawing at him , he didn't wish to define it .

He sat down on the bed.

Small feet pattered past his door.

Too large for the gobins, and not the right gait for Nari.

Skrael sprang gracefully to his feet and lost himself in his pocket of winter.

He rematerialized on the other side.

Heading for the goblins ' level of the fortress, a young girl.

Long hazelnut - brown hair flew behind it. Its feet were bare ,its blue dress had large holes .

Skrael rose into the air and pursued.

He flew until he could see the bruises that littered the girl 's arms and face.

Something tugged at his frozen heart.

He hesitated .

She spun round in fright, turning even paler at the sight of him. She clutched an apple in her right hand.

Her body was too thin. Her owlish eyes held the shadows of whatever nameless ghosts haunted her .

Her irises were the blue of emeralds.

" How long have you been here?" he asked calmly, standing on the floor .

" I dunno. Twenny... more than twenny days. L - long time."

" Your stay here is over. Feel free to leave immediately."

" But your house is in the sky!"

" That fact notwithstanding, it's time for you to get out. "

******

" You're a meanie."

" Don't care ."

" I'll FALL! And when I hit the ground,I'll go SPLAT! You can't just drop me!"

" I most certainly can. Allow me to demonstrate..."

He grinned mirthfully.

She was dangling by her neck from his hand, glaring reproachfully at him.

He was levitating just beyond the stationary castle . Cotton - wad clouds formed an insubstantial blanket over the sky below .

" Goodbye, little girl ," he snickered.

But,the instant his grip slackened , the brat twisted and grabbed his tunic , digging her fingers and toes in.

He let go entirely; she clung like a baby ape to its mother, peering down in horror.

" Let go of me,you little rat!"

" No...MEANIE!"

He could simply disappear into thin, arctic air ,and let her fall.

Yet ,he couldn't help but feel somewhat impressed. By her tenacity,her stubborn refusal to die,her pluckiness and resourcefulness.

Her face reminded him of Nari's.

" If you stay,you will be a thrall. You will work for me,and ONLY ME. "

" Whatever! Put me back ! I don' wanna die !!"

"Nobody does, MORTAL."

" My name is ELSWYTH."

He growled.She was unfazed , staring unnervingly at his very soul.

Skrael flew back inside the castle, cradling the too - lightweight , tired , abused girl in his arms.

*****

" You can sleep here ."

He pointed at the floor .

Elswyth immediately jumped on his bed, rolling over and sighing.

" Soft ."

" Get off!"

" No. I want the bed. YOU take the floor. We can take turns."

" You ungrateful imp! I let you live !"

" So what ?"

He inhaled deeply,shut his eyes and wondered why he hadn't just let her

" go splat ".

A soft ,thickish thing smacked against his face ,and his eyes flew open .

" Did you just throw a pillow-"

Another pillow hit his face .

He glared. She simply giggled .

A lump of frozen water crystals formed in his right hand,and he tossed it . It hit her square in the face, knocking her down . She sat up and squealed," Snow! How did you make SNOW?"

Skrael smirked. " The real question is: Can you dodge it ?"

He flung four more snowballs in rapid succession. Elswyth kept ducking , evading his projectiles.

She picked up her apple and tossed it; he ducked , straightened,and laughed.

" Try again, mort- OW!"

Elswyth jumped at him and sent him falling on his back.

He stared up at her dirty face,her Nari - smile.

" I win!"

" That's CHEATING...and I must say,I'm impressed ."

She giggled . " Can you do more snow magic? Please?"

" CRYOMANCY. "

" Whatever. More winter stuff, please."

He didn't have that unpleasant feeling anymore. He realized he was smiling , smiling from unadulterated happiness.

Elswyth was light as a feather,but her presence had brought the sunshine into his depressing, dusty, crowded room.

Skrael shoved her off, ignoring her indignant "Heyy" and reached for his staff. He generated a small cloud of snowflakes. Elswyth grinned joyfully and reached up to touch them, watching in wonder as they fell.

He was about to offer food,when he heard knocking.

" / Skrael,what are those noises?/"

Oh gods, Bellroc was there.

" Scary,angry one," Elswyth whispered.

" Nothing, Bellroc. I was merely doing some magic .For my own amusement."

Bellroc huffed, and their footsteps faded into silence.

He looked at Elswyth.

" Cookies?"