Birds Don't Just Fly (A Zootopia/ Legend of the Three Caballeros Crossover Fic)

Chapter 1: The Three Happy Chappies?

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These last couple of days were a whirlwind for the three caballeros, Xandra, and the triplets. Not only did the entire New Quackmore institute crumble right in front of them, but they finally fought their biggest battle yet against the once reformed Felldrake.

Knowing that the once powerful being was gone for good reassured Donald that things would soon get better.

Or so he thought...

The last couple of hours consisted of Daisy pampering him up for an actual meeting with the other members of the institute, since after all, he was appointed the temporary president of the New Quackmore Institute. Him! Out of every other snob in this place. Thanks to that, he now had a new job and home.

Home...the once run down shack was no longer an option. Instead, they got to settle in Sheldgoose's former quarters. The others were nothing but thrilled to finally being able to enter the building without any kind of force field keeping them out.

Donald stood in front of a large mirror in Sheldgoose's old room, merely staring at himself. His hat was now gone, his hair styled back in a way Daisy called "professional." Besides the haircut, and gray suit and tie he was currently sporting for the meeting, he was still Donald Duck.

"Now Donald, just as we rehearsed!" Daisy emerged from the hallway, holding a couple of notecards in her hand, "remember, chin up, and good posture!"

Donald did as she instructed, posing in an upright position, clearing his throat as he did so.

"Now, I know we've been over this already, but please, PLEASE try not to get angry...at all?" Daisy sighed. Even though it had been days since the last time Donald had an angry outburst for any reason, the female duck still feared that even one hint of anger could immediately boot them all out of this luxury of a dream.

"Don't worry, Daisy! I promise not to get mad. In fact, I'll just think happy thoughts." Donald suggested, "like the beach, my nephews..."

"Yes, yes. That all sounds nice, but you also need to focus!" Daisy crossed her arms, "If you're too happy, you won't be able to concentrate!"

"I know..." Donald rolled his eyes. He took one last look at himself in the mirror before he began walking out of the bedroom, strolling with confidence. Daisy smiled for a moment, before remembering why she had come in the first place. The girl quickly rushed out of the room, waving the note cards around.

"Wait! What about your note cards?" Daisy called out after him, "won't you need them for later?"

"Keep em! I'm positive I won't even need them!" Donald winked back before he headed back downstairs. Daisy merely stared back in shock.

"Geez...did Donald 2.0 get stuck in his brain or something?"

"Well, one thing's for sure, he sure got a lot more confident." A new voice entered the scene, as Jose Carioca walked towards Daisy, "We should let him have this moment."

"But what if something goes wrong?" Daisy sighed, "Donald isn't exactly the luckiest guy on earth..."

"As much as I'd hate to admit it, but that's something beyond our control." Jose shrugged.

"Even for your other friend?" Daisy asked, "you know, the tall one with the arrows?"

"Xandra? She may be a goddess, a lovely one at that," Jose chuckled, "but I don't think magic like that is something she does."

"Oh.." Daisy and Jose walked over to the railing in the hallway, both staring down at Donald, who was now surrounded by Daisy's own nieces, April, May, and June.

"Well, what about your other friend...Panchito was it?" She raised a brow.

"Well, he isn't exactly magical, per say..." Jose chuckled.

"And...you?"

Jose felt himself stiffen at the question, but merely sent her a small smile. He was well aware of the answer to that, but didn't exactly want to reveal anything new to anyone at the moment, especially if it involved magic.

"If I had that kind of magic, I would have helped Donald ages ago."

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Panchito sat outside the doorsteps of the cabana, a beach chair from inside sat unattended nearby in the grass. As much as he liked living in the mansion with all of his friends, he already missed cramming in with everyone in the cabana. In fact, when they first started living there, he quickly got used to the atmosphere. After all, it was a very similar experience back in Mexico. With so many siblings and cousins sleeping over at once, Panchito was used to the body heat of many at once.

Despite the cabana literally being a few feet away from the mansion, the rooster couldn't help but feel a tad bit of homesickness.

When they all first set foot in the mansion, the boys were elated at how big and roomy their new home was. Donald couldn't stop smiling at how many rooms the mansion had, while Jose curiously looked around for any kind of clue Felldrake may have left behind.

Panchito sighed as he looked back over at the chair, Ari now claiming it as his own. The Aracuan bird was now lounging on it, sipping off of a coconut in hand. He had a pair of dark blue sunglasses covering his eyes, sighing in approval.

"At least one of us is enjoying this luxury, right, Ari?" Panchito chuckled, standing up, "Bueno, I'll let you be for now. Lo mereces, mi amigo." With a wave, Panchito began walking away, Ari sending him a wink in response. Though, it couldn't be seen under the dark shades he wore.

As Panchito approached the mansion, the front door suddenly swung open, a frantic looking Donald came running out. He had a couple of papers stacked around his chest, a couple falling from the pile with every step he took. Donald didn't watch where he was going as he accidentally stumbled on his own feet, immediately losing his balance. The duck was ready to just fall all the way down the stairs, but fortunately, Panchito quickly rushed up the stairs, holding the duck up in place.

"Oye, are you okay?" Panchito asked, picking up every piece of paper he came across. Donald sighed as he stood upright once more.

"No! I'm not okay! I am not cut out for this kind of thing!" Donald exclaimed, "How am I supposed to present all THIS in 30 minutes?!" The duck held out the papers, "this is just a waste of time!"

"And paper.." Panchito put a hand on Donald's shoulder, "Listen Donald, I know how you must feel right now.."

"Easy for you to say. You nor Jose aren't the ones having to lead a meeting and an institute..."

"I admit, it's something I wouldn't want to do.. No offense.." He sheepishly grinned as Donald rolled his eyes, "BUT, I will help you get through this! We all will." The rooster reassured. "I don't know if it will help coming from me, but let me tell you this: Deep down, you know you are ready for this. After all we've been through already, this shouldn't even compare to something like goblin jail, or King Arthur. Heck, not even the battle against Felldrake!"

Donald merely stared at his friend, listening to every word he said. Some of it, for some reason, felt very reassuring. He couldn't even believe it. Usually, whatever Panchito would say was a bit spontaneous, at times, just plain random. However, this time seemed different. As the rooster kept talking, Donald couldn't help but notice the faint glimmer in his eyes, it didn't look like the ones he usually saw. He noticed the lack of eye movement, his brows furrowed in a way that was almost...sad?

Impossible. This was Panchito Romero Miguel Francisco Quintero Gonzales III he was looking at.

As Donald was about to speak up, the two turned their heads at the sound of footsteps from inside the mansion. Jose stood at the top of the stairs, a worried gaze cast on his face.

"Um..forgive me for the interruption, you two, but this is rather urgent."

"Que paso?" Panchito asked.

"It's Xandra. The book is reacting to something, and it doesn't look good at all."