#the richest duck in the world!

[bolddeducktionneverfails]

☁☁☁☀️ New year, new art! 🌑☁☁☁

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I was thinking about the eclipses in the season finales and thought it was...really strange that S3 didn't have one. 🤔 That finale took place in a very sunny environment and a sun was even placed on the floor of The Lost Library.

Both Sun and Moon are needed to make an eclipse and there seemed to be an interesting uptick in moon imagery throughout that season too; in spite of things like The Spear of Selene, the invasion and Penny's homesickness being settled. Whenever the Moon is in focus, or just Space in general, we're more likely to think of how closely Della is associated with these things. Both of the eclipses we saw in the show had something important to do with her: The first one preceded the discovery of her still being alive and the second one happened when she reunited with her brother.

Considering the reflective nature of the show, it would make a lot of sense for her to be involved, in some kind of way, if a third eclipse were to have happened. Could the other instances have been hinting towards the third one being a loose combination of the two? And if it involves another character, who could represent the Sun well enough to match up with Della's Moon connection? 😏

So, yeah, I wanted to draw something that resembled my thoughts on what could have been. I mainly drew inspiration from DT version of "The Kiss" painting Gladstone had in "Lamp".

I pretty much intended to recreate that but had trouble with the posing. 😓 I was also inspired by "Neverrest" and a couple of lyrics from "Ragnarok"s hero song. ✨

I had said that I wanted to add more effects to my work, and this piece certainly delivers that! I was gonna try a lens flare out too, but I was getting tired of working on this piece. 😂 The process for this one and the last one were dragging out too much... x_x

Heh, as I was putting this description together, I realized that my last post from last year had a sunset and my new post for the new year is a sunrise...I love that it. xD

Well, uh...time to work on next month's pieces. 🚶🏾‍♀️

[best-ducktales-episode]

ROUND #1

[ducktoonsfanart]

Uncle $crooge And The Infinity Dime #1 - Scrooge swims in his money - Scrooge and his Money Bin - My redraw - Duck comics - Duckverse

I drew as my redraw in my own way in my own style with a comic cover drawn by Alex Ross in which Scrooge McDuck, the richest duck in the world swims in his money which he loves the most, and it is also his greatest love. Yes, for the release of this comic (soon to be released) I drew this, and you really can't be a Scrooge McDuck fan if you don't know about his love of money and that he likes to bathe in his money most often in the Money Bin in his vault. Yes, the coins are a little bigger, but it would have been difficult if I had drawn them very small, so I enlarged them. And that I added five fingers to Scrooge. My mistake, sorry. And behind Scrooge are Donald Duck and his nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie, as Scrooge's closest family in the clouds. These are just his thoughts, in reality they are alive, but they don't care about money as much as Scrooge does.

I hope you like this drawing and feel free to like and reblog this, just don't use my same ideas without mentioning me. Thank you. Also this is my gift to @pick-and-shovel-laborer and @thatscroogemcduckfan !

[redleaderblockhead]

I need to take some time off, focus on my brand

Learn to love myself for who I am

Find my destiny written in sand

And let it all go to my head

Lyrics from: Lyrics Lie by Dance Gavin Dance

[aaandbackstabbed]

Scrooge: What do people get out of stealing?

Goldie: I get what I stole. What kind of dumb question is that?

[chaos-inu]

Spoilers if you haven’t seen the finale of Ducktales 2017

Ducktales Woohoo!

[hipstersbleedroses]

why did it take me so long to watch the new Ducktales? it’s so good!

[setzeri]

The richest duck in the world joins the hunt.

[junior-woodchuck-huey]

*A crack appears in the fourth wall*

What was that sound????

What sound? I didn't hear anything.

Calling Walt Disney at 3 am (GONE WRONG)

[solkara]

❛ 𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 , rhaenyra targaryen ❜

⌗ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 , you since you were young you would be a sailor just like your father you loved the water but the only thing that you loved more than the sea was your family

⌗ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 , rhaenyra targaryen x fem! velaryon! sailor! reader

⌗ 𝐬𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 , so this is gonna be a two part thing for sure cuz I just had so many idea's to write down lol also reader is 3-4 year's older than laenor and laena in this fic also in the next part there might be a bit of rhaenyra's pov heheh

house of the dragon masterlist , next part

⌗ you were the eldest daughter of the sea snake. you had every reason to be as prideful as you were. you were the blood of old valyria and the daughter of the richest house in the seven realms. what wasn't there to be confident of?

⌗ growing up you were given the best of everything. the finest clothes jewellery and food. and while you had always been more on the masculine side. preferring sword fighting and play fighting with your father over more lady like actives. they never punished you for it though. if anything they encouraged it. well your father mostly did.

⌗ and your mother was supportive as long as you kept good manners when attending events and court. which was easy for you as long as you stayed far away from any form of lannister. as they had a natural talent for being able to bore you senseless. but something that never failed to excite you no matter how many times you were told it. were your father's stories of his adventures across the seas.

⌗ you had heard all of the stories more times than you could count. but you didn't care. as each time you heard them you seemed to become more and more fascinated. you begged your father to take you on one. but to your dismay you were always greeted with a firm no. before being told "wait until your older and you will be able to go on a voyage by yourself".

⌗ and so began the patient waiting game. as the years ticked by you were constantly bettering yourself for the day you could finally venture off alone and you became an older sister to laena and laenor. who quickly became your whole world. you adored being an older sister.

⌗ though you wouldn't admit it out loud you were closer with leanor. as laena was always off with the friends she had made in court. while the two of you preferred to spend your days sparring, going for dragon rides together on seasmoke and riptide, and talking about the things you had in common. one of them being. that you preferred goose. and he preferred duck.

⌗ the two of you guarded this secret with your lives and often covered for each other. as the other ventured off to meet with a lover. and when your parents found out about what the two of you had been doing. you defended each other when they said that. "this was just a faze". the two of you would die to protect each other so that made you going away all the more difficult.

⌗ it was your eighteenth name day. and your father had gifted you what you had always dreamed of. your very own ship which you had proudly named tides. in honor of your dragon. with a crew of loyal men to accompany you on your first-ever voyage. the twins did not leave your side all day begging you not to go. it broke your heart. the fact you couldn't take them with you. but you promised him that you would return with gifts for both of them. which calmed the two slightly though they were still upset.

⌗ as you hugged your mother, and kissed your siblings goodbye, you looked to your father who stood their watch. eyes shining with pride as well as unshead tears. pulling him into a hug you felt him burry his face into your hair before inhale your sent. as if he was trying to mentally memories you. as the two of you broke away you couldn't but smile at him.

⌗ and smiled even wider at him when he gifted you two new swords engavred with your name and house velaryon's sigil. and compass which had been attached to a gold chain to make a necklace which was also engraved. thanking your father for the gifts and saying your final goodbyes before departing. on your ship as riptide followed from above as wherever you went he went.

⌗ the moon's you spent at sea where truly some of the best days of your life. you and your crew had become somewhat of a family. spending your days and nights drinking singing songs telling stories and gathering treasure. while exploring the vast seas from essos all the way to yiti.

⌗ during which you indulging in your fair share of women of all shapes sized creeds and colours from common to high borns you had a taste of it all. though you never slept with them more than once. as you were not someone who was easily tied down. seeing yourself like the water free and forever changing.

⌗ you wrote your family often exhanging letters with your father and laenor the most. sharing tales of your adventures and other things that you had done while away. and you did return home to driftmark on rare occasions. once for laenor's wedding. which you didn't really care for as he was clearly miserable and it ended in disaster.

⌗ and the other time was to visit. with both times your parents suggesting you remain home for a while. but you politely declined as now that you had a taste for adventure you were unwilling to part with it. but that would quickly change after a turn of tragic events.

anon , hi !! so i saw that you're currently taking requests, so i have something in my mind, hehe. so, this would be a Rhaenyra x Velaryon fem!reader, and the reader is Laenor's older sister, who is a sailor who just came back from her long voyage on sea after finding out that his brother was murdered. the reader knows that Laenor prefers men more than women as Laenor is also aware that the reader prefers women. the moment the reader has set sail, she immediately heard some rumors how Rhaenyra ordered someone to kill her brother, and this sparked some hatred towards Rhaenyra. but, on the other hand, Rhaenyra is quite taken by the aura and confidence that the reader is giving. Rhaenyra made it her mission to try and properly explain the situation to the reader without the prying eyes and ears. Rhaenyra's only problem is that the reader doesn't trust her enough to be in a secluded room with her alone, whereas the reader is always glaring and avoiding to be near at Rhaenyra anytime the reader spots her in her point of view. you can choose the ending hehe >_<

[violetganache42]

After seeing @knuckles-junior's redraw of Scrooge McDuck - Richest Duck in the World, I was inspired to do a DuckTales Lorcana redraw of my own. The card I had in mind was Lena Sabrewing - Rebellious Teenager! This was also the perfect opportunity to do a fullblown art piece on my new iPad after experimenting with it since Christmas of last year.

I had a lot of fun drawing this, from the entire process of drawing Lena to experimenting with a few brushes that I normally don't use on Medibang. Unfortunately, this took much longer than I thought; I had planned this to be a birthday gift for Any, but it took forever to complete the background. Not the first time someone has complained about backgrounds being a bitch. lol Despite how long it took, I am very pleased with the results. :)

Happy belated birthday, Any!

[b-dangerous]

BEWARE THE DEAD RICHEST DUCK IN THE WORLD!

[spacedace]

Here have some snippets of the AU that’s taken over my brain (featuring Elle unintentionally dunking on both of Bruce’s identities, Clark realizing he passed his taste in partners on to his son, a bit of pre/unaware that they are dating Super Serious Chaos, and some blink-and-you-miss-it background Enemies to Lovers Dick/Dan)

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“Sorry, who’s Bruce Wayne?”

The room when quiet. All heads turned to look at Elle at the end of the table. Bruce didn’t visibly react, but Clark could make out the subtle indication of disbelief that his old friend was feeling - that they all were feeling at the interpreter’s question. Elle, suddenly aware she had the full room’s attention, had the look of someone who realized they’d said something wrong, but didn’t know what.

“You’re kidding.” John said, “You know Bruce Wayne. Everyone knows Bruce Wayne.”

Elle blinked. “I don’t.” She glanced from face to face, “Is he like a big deal? Does he work here or something? I haven’t been around that long so I might have missed him.”

It took every bit of self control Clark had not to laugh. His voice still came out a bit strangled from the effort as he offered, “No he doesn’t work here.” If Bruce was the type to do so in uniform, he’d be kicking Clark under the table.

“You live in Gotham. You have to know Bruce Wayne.” Barry said, voice going a bit high with growing bewilderment. “Mega ba-jillionair. CEO of Wayne Tech? Richest man in Gotham - in the world? Has like a hundred kids?”

Their interpreter’s nose scrunched. “So he’s like…in one of those fundamentalist cults obsessed with having a bunch of kids or something?”

Bruce actually twitched at that. The sound of utter disgust in Elle’s voice at the concept, the complete and total lack of any kind of recognition she had for the single most famous non-crime or crime-fighting related person in the city that she lived in, she truly had no idea who they were talking about. Clark had to get a recording of the room’s security feed, Lois would love this. Oh, wait no, Bruce’s kids. Maybe if he was fast enough he could text Dick to get there ASAP so he could see it all in person before it was over.

“No! Nothing like that! He adopted them - well most of them.” Barry tried to explain, looking utterly lost as he turned from Elle to the rest of them and back again. “You’re messing with us right? This is like a joke?”

Elle shook her head, looking just as lost as Barry did. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Do you know Dick Grayson?”

“I know of an officer Grayson who is a dick. Total tool. He’s been making my brother’s Dan’s life miserable for like a year now. Pretty sure not who you’re talking about though.”

“Jason Todd.”

“The library goon?”

“Tim Drake.”

“Sounds like a Dark Wing Duck character.”

“Cassandra Cain.”

“Isn’t that the author that started out writing incest Harry Potter fanfic?”

“Duke Thomas?”

“What’s he a Duke of?”

Barry snapped his fingers, pointing emphatically at Elle with a look of victory on his masked face as he shouted, “Damian Wayne!”

Damian, who had at that moment just walked into the meeting room with Jon at his heels paused in his place just behind Elle. He did pretty well at hiding his surprise at Barry seemingly shouting his civilian name and pointing at him upon walking in. Though the tense line of his shoulders suggested that if Barry was actually revealing his secret identity without warning or permission, there would be blood.

Stella Nightingale, unaware of the almost-kinda identity reveal going on around her, tilted her head in confusion at the speedster. “I’m assuming he’s related to that Bruce Wayne guy?”

“They’re all related to Bruce Wayne.” John said with open amusement now. The Green Lantern had given up on the research entirely, watching the entire debacle with a growing smirk he kept casting towards Bruce. “That man’s face is plastered absolutely everywhere in the news. How do you not know who he is?”

“If Lois Lane hasn’t written about him he can’t be that important.” Elle said with a casual certainty of one speaking a core tenant of their beliefs. Clark’s opinion of the young woman - already quite high considering her ferocious loyalty and fondness to Jon - rose sharply.

“You’re read the Daily Planet?” Clark asked, warmth curling in his chest at the mention of his wife and her work.

“I read articles by Lois Lane.” Elle said promptly, “I tried reading some articles that Kent guy she partners with sometimes wrote on his own but I couldn’t get past his writing style. Dude sounds like he’s from outer space with his word choice sometimes.”

Bruce, looking far too pleased, gave a quiet and not terribly convincing cough as Clark tried to will his soul back into his body.

It was going to be a long day.

—

“You are at least aware of who Gotham’s vigilantes are, yes?” Damian asked with a raised brow behind his mask.

Elle shrugged, giving him a sly smile. “The relevant ones.”

Clark tried to hide his short laugh with a feigned cough. Elle at least was distracted enough with Jon and Damian’s attention to notice but Bruce was giving him a look over the tablet he was trying - and undoubtedly failing - to review files on.

Jon grinned eagerly from his spot beside Elle as he asked, “Aren’t they all relevant to you? You live in Gotham.”

“I live in Crime Alley.” Elle corrected, bumping his shoulder with hers. “We have different standards of relevancy there.”

“So what are the relevant ones then?” Clark asked, pointedly ignoring Bruce’s burning stare. They’d get back to the research. Eventually. Finding out if the Gothamite who had been spending all her free time with Phoenix and Flamebird for the past year and a half was as oblivious to her city’s heroes as she was its celebrities was too entertaining a notion to pass up.

“Phoenix, obviously.” She grinned cheekily at Damian across the table, ticking names off her fingers as she continued. “Red Hood. Spoiler. Uh…Orphan?” She trailed off, forehead scrunching in concentrated thought.

“That’s can’t be all the ones you know.” Jon gaped, eyes sparkling with amusement as he glanced over to were Bruce was seated, not five feet away before turning back to watch Elle try to rack her brain for any more Gotham vigilantes. Clark could see the moment that the words are taken as a challenge as Elle sat up and looked more determined.

“No, shut up, I know more. Uh…there’s the one, um Red Sparrow? It’s another bird one with red name, I’m pretty sure. And the one with the blue - fuck I should know his name. Nightjar? Wasn’t Nightingale I would have remembered that…shit, dude threw up on our couch once I should remember his name -“

“Nightwing threw up on your couch?”

“Nightwing! That’s the bitch! He got poisoned or something and Dan drug him to our place to patch him up since Doc Thompkins’ clinic was closed.”

Clark shared a look with Bruce and Damian. Dick had failed to mention that little event. Clark could see Bruce reaching for his wrist computer, undoubtedly typing out a message his eldest about what he’d just heard - possibly another to Alfred if he was feeling like pulling out the big guns.

At the other end of the table Elle ticked Nightwing off with a nod, even as Jon squawked that it shouldn’t count since he’d given her the name, “Then there’s…uh…oh! Harley Quinn!”

“Harley Quinn does not count.”

“She beat up a guy trying to mug me last week and got me a hot chocolate afterwards, she totally counts!”

“Someone tried to mug you?”

“Crime Alley, Nix, if someone doesn’t try to mug me while I’m out I get worried that I missed Hood calling in a Street Clear for something big.”

“We’re going to circle back on that later.” Jon said, sharing a pointed glance with Damian. It looked like young Miss Nightingale was going to be getting escorted to and from the Watchtower from now on.

Ah, Clark mused, falling head over heels for someone with no understanding of the concept of self-preservation and a stubborn determination to run straight into the heart of danger without a second thought. It brought back such fond memories. Of both Lois and Bruce. And Diana. And - Hmm. Kara might have been right. Clark might have a type.

Watching the three at the other end of the table and taking them in, Clark realized he might have passed his taste in partners on to his son. Well, at least he’ll be able to give Jon some advise on how to handle the heart attacks Damian and Elle will inevitably give him.

“Harley Quinn doesn’t count. You got any more?”

Elle rolled her eyes, muttering about Harley totally counts, before leaning back in her chair. “I think I’m out. I know there’s more but,” She gave a shrug, “I’m tapped out. Those are all the ones I can think of.”

It was, surprisingly, Bruce that spoke up at that declaration, a slant of amusement to his lips as he asked, “No one else comes to mind?”

Elle waved him off, attention turning to the mountain of alien script they needed her to translate for them. It was the reason she was even there rather than in her office trying to translate whatever incredibly dangerous magic tomb JL Dark had dropped off without accidentally summoning a demon or ending hte world in the process. J’onn was right, they really should give her a raise.“That’s all I got.” She said with a sigh, “Like I said, I know the relevant ones.”

“Hn.”

Twenty minutes of shared looks of amusement and suppressed laughter later Elle’s head shot up, a look of wide eyed embarrassment on her face. “Oh my god.”

“There it is.”

“About time Nightingale, I was starting to be concerned about your mental faculties.”

“Shut up, this so embarrassing!”

“Don’t sweat it kid, we all have our moments.”

“I can’t believe I forgot Signal.”

“What.”

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Context of this snippet if anyone is interested:

This is actually the same AU as the Steph & Jason sibling bonding Anger Management snippet from a bit ago (I’m calling it my Ghosts in Gotham AU in scrivener so I guess that’s what I’ll call it here lol). This time focused on Elle and her misadventures as a Totally Normal Civilian (TM) working for the Justice League with her two besties Jon & Damian (none of them realize yet that they’ve been dating for months).

No idea when this is supposed to take place in terms of timeline with the other snippet, but kinda vibing the idea that while Steph & Jason are having a heart to heart on a rooftop over their shared background and Jason’s future as a dad, Elle is up in the Watchtower telling Bruce Wayne to his face that she has no idea who he is and forgetting Batman is a Gotham vigilante while he’s sitting at the same table as her.

Anyway, this AU has taken over my life. Expect more nonsense to come lol

[ducktoonsfanart]

Scrooge McDuck vs Flintheart Glomgold - The Terror of the Transval and The Second-Richest Duck - The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck - Carl Barks and Don Rosa - Duck comics and Duckverse

Well, I haven't drawn the conflicts between Scrooge and Glomgold for a long time, so I drew them together again as a redraw of scenes from two comics. The first drawing is a redraw that I drew is from a scene from Don Rosa' comic "The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck" from the sixth part called "The Terror of the Transvaal" in which Scrooge McDuck goes to South Africa in search of a valuable fortune and finds the then drunkard and hunter Flintheart Glomgold, who is a Boer. After Glomgold stole things from Scrooge one night even though Scrooge saved his life, Scrooge still entered the saloon and shot Glomgold and threatened him with the words, "But you,…you just made me mean!" and shot the tar of mud and feathers and defeated Glomgold and took him to prison. Yes, Scrooge is like a cowboy in this comic.

The second drawing shows a redraw of a scene from the 1956 Carl Barks comic "The Second Richest Duck" in which Flintheart Glomgold makes his first appearance claiming to have earned the most money at one multiplujillion and nine obsquatumatillion, while Scrooge claims to have one multiplujillion, nine obsquatumatillion, six hundred and twenty-three dollars and sixty-two cents and that's how their rivalry about who has more wealth began. And that's where the fight started, from which I drew my drawing. Only Rockerduck is missing and we have a complete scene. XD He will be invented by Barks five years later. Anyway, since I didn't get to do it in time for Carl Barks' birthday, I did this in his honor. Happy belated birthday to Carl Barks, who celebrates on March 27th and is the best writer of Donald Duck comics. Yes, I love Don Rosa as well as other writers and artists of Donald Duck comics that I enjoy a lot. I certainly drew both drawings in my own style.

I hope you like these drawings and these ideas and feel free to like and reblog this! Plus, happy belated tax day, which these rich people can't stand and it's celebrated on April 15th!

[duckhoodiesblog]

DIVERSITY WIN! The worlds richest duck is autistic

[friendlyheartless]

Asha, Valentino, Star, Mickey and company, and the Heartless Rebels smile seeing the Christmas star decorate the House of Mouse, and they smile at Lucas and PJ. "Now, before we sing our Christmas carol, I want to share one of my favorite Christmas stories with Donald and all my friends." Mickey Mouse spoke to the crowd.

The last Christmas story was Mickey's Christmas Carol, featuring Scrooge McDuck as Ebenezer Scrooge. It was the Disney version of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. With Goofy as Jacob Marley, he warned Scrooge that he will be visited by three spirits; the Ghost of Christmas Past (Jiminy Cricket), Present (Willie the Giant), and Future (Pete), and he was convinced to change his miserly ways.

After that, he agreed to join his nephew (Donald) for Christmas dinner, give money to the poor, and give Bob Cratchit (Mickey) a raise, his family toys, money for Tiny Tim's operation, and make him his new partner. As the Christmas Carol was over, the snow stopped outside. "Hey guys! Have you started the party without me?" Della Duck asked as Donald smiled. "Della!" Donald shouted happy to see her. "Lucas, this is my sister." Donald introduced to Lucas.

Then, the whole Disney group's Christmas Carol song was sung, singing that with their true friends and family, and the memories they recall, it's the love they share that fills the air that makes this the best Christmas of all. "Gee, thanks for letting us share our Christmas spirit with you." Mickey said to me and Lucas as he chuckled. "Merry Christmas, everybody!" He shouted as Tinker Bell used her wand on the star.

@the-world-hopper

Donald and his friends look at "Duck the Halls" for another cartoon for this Christmas at the House of Mouse, albeit he smiled a little on having to celebrate Christmas anywhere for ducks, he still crossed his arms. "Not to worry. He'll change soon. Besides, I have a little friend to check on Mickey." I said to Lucas. Meanwhile, Mickey was moping and doping on the roof, and Jiminy Cricket comes in to talk. "Why so glum, Mickey?" He asked.

"Well, l… I wanted to throw a party, and make it a merry Christmas for everybody, but my good pal Donald's missing out." Mickey explained to Jiminy. "Now, Mickey… the Christmas spirit doesn't come from a party. It comes from sharing the holidays with family and friends. And it seems to me that Donald has the best friend anyone could want in you." Jiminy pointed out about what the Christmas spirit is all about. "Gee, I guess you're right. And all I wish is for everyone to have a merry Christmas, even that humbug Donald." Mickey spoke smiling.

"Well, haven't you ever wished upon a star? Your wish just might come true." Jiminy suggested. "Gosh. I wish that home or away, with family or friends, whether you've got the fanciest decorations, or the humblest little tree, that everyone could have the Christmas spirit." Mickey wished upon the star, and the star comes to Mickey and into his hands. "Gosh." He said. Mickey then comes back inside and approaches Donald. "Say, uh, Donald?" He asked. "What do you want?" Donald spoke. "Well, I want my best friend to put the star on the tree." Mickey offered as he took out the wishing star. "You want me to do it?" Donald asked perking up. "Aw, you bet I do." Mickey smiled seeing Donald back in the Christmas spirit as he put the star on the tree.

"Merry Christmas!" Donald shouted and laughed as the star started to decorate the House of Mouse as everyone watched. "Whoa..." Adrien spoke. "It's miraculous." Marinette spoke. "It's magical." Beast said to Belle. "Ooh, pretty!" Pumbaa smiled as he was seated with Simba, Nala, Timon, Zazu and Rafiki. In the process, the Magic Mirror was decorated, even Yen Sid's hat changed to a Santa Hat as he smiled, and everyone began to applaud. "That old star never lets you down." Jiminy smiled upon Lucas's shoulder, even Star started to smile.

@the-world-hopper