maw: nooooooo waddling mice, zombie webfeets! tiny squeaky quacks!
schnozz: he's like "man was it raining out there! Glad I bought my fancy new Duck Boots Extreme!"
maw: ohhhhh okay, that's not so bad. actually, that's sort of "cooool"... he'd have to walk like a scuba diver on land, but he might be able to pull it off as a sort of bad-ass march.
schnozz: yep. He'll take his little feets out of there once he's bragged a bit about his big boot purchase.
maw: ...and after he'd scared his friends. he could do the ol' foot print trail gag, and the wee mice would be made to believe that a ghost duck was haunting their mouse town.
maw: echoing spooky quacks.
schnozz: though he'd be giggling squeakily the whole time laying out those big foot prints - his arms are in an old man square dance gesture.
schnozz: "hoohoohehehe woops! oop! hehe ahaha"
maw: out of control wavering left and right into the walls, all top heavy on those flippers, gigling and gurgling like a drunk after his pig.
schnozz: pig-farming mice shouldn't get into the sauce
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