Funny Funhouse Stories

Power Switcheroo: Chapter 3

When Donald tells Funny that he can handle having powers better than he can, Funny gives Donald his powers for the day.
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Based on the idea, my friend Funny30849812 had
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Once they made it back to the Funhouse, Donald poofed back into a duck, and he started flying around the funhouse. Funny was still mad about the whole thing. It looked like Donald would never understand how hard magic was. He went into the kitchen, and Minnie followed him.

"Funny, are you alright?" She asked.

"No, I feel frustrated. Donald still thinks magic is easy, and now it really does look like it. Maybe he is better at controlling my powers than me." He said, sadly.

"Oh, Funny. All the things Donald has done today are the easy things. I mean, can he shrink to a tiny size and cab he make force fields?" She asked.

"...No."

"Donald is just doing the basics. And besides, you've been doing it for longer. Don't let it get to you." She said.

"I guess." Funny said.

They went back into the room, and they were shocked to see things floating around, and Donald was trying to stop it. Soon, his eyes glowing and he floated into the air.

"Oh no! Donald's having a mystic outburst!" Goofy shouted.

"What are we gonna do?!" Daisy asked.

"I know." Theu turned to Funny, who had the most serious face on.

"You need to get me as close to Donald as you can. If I can grab hold of his hands, I'll be able to perform the counter spell." He said.

They all went around and grabbed onto stuff to stop them from floating away. They held onto each other and pushed Funny towards him. Funny reached out and grabbed Donald's hands.

"Got it!" He said

The rest all cheered for him.

"Reverse the magic, 1,2,3, return my powers back to me!" He said quickly.

The magic from Donald flowed back to Funny, his eyes glowing green and his hair glowing again. They both began to fall, but Funny was able to think quickly, and he put a force field around him. They both fell to the ground, and the force field disappeared, leaving an unconscious Donald and Funny.

They all ran towards them, and Funny forced himself to open his eyes, his green streak back in his hair. He looked at Donald, and his heart dropped.

"Oh no! Donald- OW!!" He tried to push himself up right, but a shooting pain in his right arm prevented that.

"Funny!" Minnie called out as Goofy went to help him off the floor.

"Is... Donald.... alright?" He asked, holding his arm tenderly.

"He should be OK, but we should get him onto the couch." Mickey said as he and Daisy lifted him up. Minnie walked up to Funny, who was sitting on a stool.

"And Funny, we better call Care-a-belle to take a look at your arm."

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Donald sat upright on the couch, a blanket wrapped around him. He looked exhausted and weak. His feathers were ruffled, and he could hardly move.

"Here, drink this."

He looked up to see Funny. And he wasn't in really good shape either. His hair was let loose, covering most of his face, and he had a bandage and sling on his arm.

"It's important to keep hydrated after an outburst." Funny said, taking a seet next to him.

"Thanks." Was the only thing Donald could say as he drank the water.

"How are you feeling?" Funny asked.

"Not the best, but better than before. Is your arm ok?" He asked.

"Care-a-belle said it's only a sprain. It should be better in a couple of weeks." He said. They sat in silence for a couple of seconds.

"Do you always feel like this?" Donald asked.

"Feel like what?"

"Do you always feel this bad when an outburst happens? Before, you feel so anxious and jittery. Like, you're gonna have a panic attack. And after it, you feel so tired and you can't do anything because you're so drained." He said.

"Well, the first time is always the hardest. But after the third or fourth one, it doesn't feel like you're dying that much." Funny said, smiling slightly.

Donald looked down and sipped his water.

"I'm so sorry." He heard Funny say.

He turned to him with shock.

"I'm so so sorry. It's my fault. I was just mad that you said having magic was easy, and I was upset about the whole thing. I never meant for you to have a mystic outburst. That wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't mean for that to -"

"Now stop right there." Donald said, putting a finger to Funny's lips.

"If anyone has to apologise, it's me. I shouldn't have said that I could handle your powers better than you. The only reason you were mad was because I said those things to you. That wasn't nice. I was just jealous."

"Jealous? Of what?" Funnt asked.

"Jealous of you! Funny, you're a magical funhouse that can turn into a person. You can do all these amazing things, and on top of that, you have powers. I just kinda wanted some of that. I've always been in someone's shadow. I just wanted to be in the spotlight just for a bit. But I let the power get to my head. I wasn't being a good friend today. I'm really sorry."

Funny smiled and gave him a one-armed hug.

"It's alright, Donald. Maybe I can teach you how to control the powers better." Funny offered.

"No thanks. After what happened today, I think I'll leave the magic and the powers to the professional." He said.

They both laughed, and soon, the rest of the gang joined them in the living room. They all decided to watch a movie and stay with Funny for the night. That day, Donald understood that sometimes, things aren't always as easy as they seem. And even though it'll take a while for Funny's arm to heal, He'll be there to help him every step of the way.