#Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzales

[grim-vs-lizard]

[lucassantostoons]

Felix the Cat's Birthday Party Guest List

Mickey Mouse

Mickey Mouse

Minnie Mouse

Donald Duck

Daisy Duck

Goofy

Pluto

Clarabelle Cow

Ludwig Von Drake

Goof Troop

Max Goof

Pete

Peg Pete

PJ

Pistol Pete

Chip N Dale Rescue Rangers

Chip N Dale

Gadget Hackwrench

Monterey Jack

Zipper

The Three Caballeros

Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzales III

Jose Carioca

DuckTales (1987)

Scrooge McDuck

Huey Duck

Dewey Duck

Louie Duck

Webby Vanderquack

Bubba the cave duck

Bentina Beakley

Launchpad McQuack

Darkwing Duck

Drake Mallard / Darkwing Duck

Gosalyn Mallard

Looney Tunes

Bugs Bunny

Lola Bunny

Daffy Duck

Porky Pig

Petunia Pig

Sylvester J Pussycat

Granny

Tweety Bird

Tasmanian Devil

Wile E Coyote

Roadrunner

Marvin the Martian

K-9

Pepe Le Pew

Penelope

Speedy Gonzales 

Gossamer

Witch Hazel

Foghorn Leghorn

Elmer Fudd

Yosemite Sam

Mac Gopher

Tosh Gopher

Tiny Toon Adventures

Buster Bunny

Babs Bunny

Plucky Duck

Hamton J Pig

Furrball the Cat

Shirley The Loon

Fifi La Fume

Lil Sneezer

Gogo Dodo

Dizzy Devil

Calamity Coyote

Little Beeper

Arnold the Pit Bull

Byron Basset

Fowlmouth

Mary Melody

Bookworm

Concord Condor

Barry Marky

Marcia the Martian

Animaniacs

Yakko Warner

Wakko Warner

Dor Warner

Pinky and the Brain

The Godpigeon

The Girlfeathers

Pipsqueak

Slappy Squirrel

Skippy Squirrel

Rita

Runt

Mindy

Buttons

Freakazoid

Freakazoid

Tom & Jerry

Tom Cat

Jerry Mouse

Droopy Dog

Butch the Bulldog

Woody Woodpecker

Woody Woodpecker

Winnie Woodpecker

Knothead Woodpecker

Splinter Woodpecker

Chilly Willy

The Adventures of Rocky & Bullwinkle & Friends

Rocky the Flying Squirrel

Bullwinkle J. Moose

Mr. Peabody

Sherman

Betty Boop

Betty Boop

Bimbo the Dog

Bonkers

Bonkers D. Bobcat

Fall Apart Rabbit

Fawn Deer

Jitters A. Dog

Miranda Wright

Disney Princess Characters 

Snow White

Bashful

Happy

Grumpy

Sleepy

Sneezy

Dopey

Doc

Prince Charming

Cinderella

Gus

Jaq

Aurora

Still work in progress

[maskedmallardman]

"You belong in my heart, always and forever"

[breir]

Can we talk about Jose's ability with cards?

--- My HC is because he knows magic ✨

Twitter 🦆

[stoopakoopa]

[stormagedoom]

Para la comunidad en español de los tres caballeros >u>

No pregunten ,estaba aburrida OK? XDD

El José fue el más divertido de hacer xD

No repost pls ‘ 3 ‘)

[azortoonz]

Panchito and José are married, no one will ever gonna change my mind

[three-not-straight-caballeros]

Unlike what’s usually on this blog, this isn’t “3 g4y caballeros” related (it’s mentioned exactly once), or really “3 caballeros” related. Instead, it’s about how one of these characters in particular impacted my life in general. Below the cut is a cry-rant about a certain rooster from Mexico that we all know and love. 

In this post, I talk about issues I faced in my childhood, a dissection of why Panchito is important to me, and about how he filled a void in media I had access to, particularly regarding my culture (I’m a Latina whose family is from Mexico and who grew up in the states).

I thought this might be relevant if some of you have gone through the same thing? Or have experienced similar characters? Feel free to skip over if this isn’t your cup of tea though!! This blog will return to normal soon.

Also. This post is long.

going to be completely honest here, the character of panchito pistoles means so much to me. he’s very very likely important to you in a different way than to me though.

i’m Latina, first generation in the states. Pretty much my entire family is from Mexico. Growing up, i didn’t have access to a lot of pop culture (no tv access, and the computer was “For typing and work only”). I also grew up in a very very very isolated neighborhood where there weren’t many kids, and at school I had a tough time bonding. But I did have a Heigh-Ho VHS that I’d rewind and watch over and over, and I’d see Panchito in it. He was brave, brash, witty, and above all, friendly, and that meant so much to impressionable young me. and then not only was he all of those things, but here was someone that sang the same kind of songs my dad did, and my mom would say when he was singing “You know, Jalisco really is so beautiful!”. 

The things I grew up with were portrayed as fun, inviting, and while I’m not going to argue that he sums up all the culture I grew up with and all of its impacts/ramifications/problems/ideals in 3 minutes, and while I can totally understand how someone might not resonate with his character as much as I did, I hope I can make some sense when I say this. Someone who even had a marginal knowledge of that stuff was important. Someone who introduced others to it was great. And someone who did all of that with pride and joy and was entertaining, fun to watch, and friendly was wonderful. even if that someone was a rooster. a cartoon rooster. a cartoon rooster who my crayon buddy had never heard of. also i laughed my rear off watching their cartoon antics. 

I would try to hold the long note with my dad when i was 5. And eventually I started to talk and meet people and make jokes, and invite people over to watch my VHS tapes and to read my big book of Greek mythology and to eat random snacks. Heigh-Ho was always on the VCR, ready to be watched. When I was 10 I wrote a short story about him falling in love with Donald Duck, around the same time I realized that I wasn’t straight. (Jokes on you 10 year old me. You’re still going to be writing about that in 7 years’ time. Also, there’s the mention I was talking about.)

But in sixth grade, orange juice got spilled on the VHS and I cried. I was distraught. Dad took me to Goodwill, looking for another copy with near desperation, but to no avail. Also, middle school was awful, and adding onto the pile of stuff, something happened to me in seventh grade that really messed me up, so I kinda forgot about the 3 Caballeros to be honest. To say that I was- and still am honestly- going through a rough patch is an understatement, and my priority was staying put together, so I didn’t pay much attention to the things I really loved.

until about a week ago, when I found a copy of ttc at goodwill.

I love Panchito SO SO MUCH for So Many Reasons, and he really has changed my life for the better in so many ways, and the thesis statement is if I ever met him at Disneyworld I would probably start crying thanks for coming to my ted talk

[atruedonaldist]

If Panchito's name is not Panchito Pistoles I'm rioting :,)

Like as much as i love panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzales the third i like his original last name better

[bexmuses]

Panchito: ♫ My name is Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzales

My mother, Maria, was born in Bahia, the-- ♫

José: Wait wait wait, please excuse me, my friend.

José: :visibly vibrating: But I have a very important question I must ask you right now... 👀👀👀

Josè: H-have you been t--

[primeministerofantarctica]

🌻

"Panchito" is a nickname for the name Francisco, so that means Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzales III either has two Francisco's in his name or - more likely - Romero is his first given name and he goes by a diminutive of his last given name. I don't think it's something that's ever been explicitly brought up in disney canon, buuut it's inferrable.

Also in the Latin American Spanish dubs, Dewey Duck is renamed Paco, which is another nickname for Francisco, and it's just cute to think about Donald naming his nephew after one of his closest friends boyfriends <3

[correctmickeyquotes]

Daisy: every time he doesn't answer you, remove a letter from his name. When all the letters are done, dump him. Hangman that guy

Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzales: UNLIMITED POWER

[breir]

It's only “The Three Caballeros”

[kirbtrxsh]

¿Qué piensas de Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzales tercero?

Me voy a casar con él y con José Carrrioca.

My babys Bois💛����

[stormagedoom]

We’re three caballeros, three gay caballeros, they say we are birds of a feather~

This saturday ,the New episode guys!!! AHHHHH

Hope you like this, i worked so hard on this two draws :’)

THe ducktales style is not my favorite to draw, is kinda hard for me, but i made an effort to do this two versions, flat colors and shaded.

[duckchib]

A Visit to Quackmore Part 1?

OC Centric.

A Good friend of Donald’s comes to visit him with her daughter.

It was surprising to hear Donald had moved from Duckburg to Quackmore Institute, even Scrooge found the civilians there to be too stuffy and snobbish.  She honestly had doubt many people there would like Donald, going by what she heard of them alone, but, that wasn’t going to stop her from visiting.

“I mean, it’s a pretty well-maintained city, and the Beagle Boys aren’t around, maybe he just wanted to stay somewhere more peaceful” the Duck murmured to herself as she drove. She adjusted her rearview mirror to look at the occupied toddler who seemed very interested in gnawing on her toys.  It had been about a year since she actually saw Donald in person, but he did have a life like she did, nothing to be offended over. 

She noticed she was nearing the address he had sent her, she smiled now.

“Are you excited to see your Uncle Donald again baby girl?” she asked the toddler who stopped her chewing to give a confused head tilt, making her laugh.

“Me too” as she neared, she saw a beautiful mansion, Donald didn’t live here, did he?  Memories of him getting lost in his Uncle’s vast estate when they were younger came to her, with him tearfully claiming he never wanted to live in such a big place after she and Della found he had accidentally locked himself in one of the room. 

“Wait... This says... 122... and 1/8th? What kind of address is that” before she knew it, she was right outside a very small Cabana that looked like it had seen better days.

“...This makes much more sense actually” Scrooge had told her that Donald’s great Grandpa did own a Cabana, and Donald did inherit it so...  She had no choice but to park on the curb now.

“Hopefully he doesn’t mind me being early by Fifteen minutes” she thought as she unbuckled her daughter, putting her on her hip, which was met with whining and squirming.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re like your granny when it comes to finding trouble little girl” she playfully chided before she was settled to go up to the door.  It seemed the moment she made her way up to the door, it busted open with three adults falling out of it.  Their clothes were tattered and they looked like they had been through the wringer.  The one she immediately recognized was Donald, who was at the bottom of the seemingly accidental Dogpile.  The Rooster and Parrot?  He mentioned having housemates.

“Well then Donald, when you said I could come to visit, I didn’t think you’d be so excited as to break down your own door with you and your roommates’ Bodies” she joked as she knelt down, getting their attention.

“ABBY!” and like that, Donald practically threw the other two off of him and pulled her into a strong hug.  She held her daughter up in the air with one hand so she wasn’t crushed between them, patting his back with a semi-amused laugh.

“Missed you too Donald” she patted his back.  He released her from his death grip of a hug and looked at the little girl with a big grin.  Abby herself looked at the two other males.

“So, these your new friends you mentioned?”

“I did not know you intended to have Company Donal’” the Parrot had a noticeable accent to him, Brazilian if she had to guess. 

“I’m Josè Carioca, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance” he introduced as he took her free hand and kissed it.  Donald meanwhile was being put into a bearhug himself by the rooster.

“Aww! You really do see us as your friends!” the Rooster was easily excitable, reminding her of her own daughter as well as Della.  When he was done squeezing the life essence out of Donald the Rooster was quick to shake her hand... and almost her with it.

“I’m Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzales the Third! But you can just call me Panchito!”

“...” There was a slight silence with her blinking rapidly at him now, making the air awkward.

“I think you may have broken her Panchito” Josè commented. 

“Uhhhh... Oops?” Panchito rubbed the back of his head, and before they knew it, she began to laugh.

“I’m sorry! My brain just caught up to what you said! I’m Abbigale Veronica, Vanderquack, or Abby” She greeted now before hoisting her daughter up.

“And this is my daughter, Webbigale, but we call her Webby for short”