"Girls?" Donald asked as he looked at them. He glanced questioningly at Micky, who shrugged a little.

"Doesn't matter if they're girls or not," he said. "What matters is their hearts."

"If you say so, your Majesty," Donald muttered.

Summer just looked up from where she was still on the floor, eyes just as wide as Rose's.

"What fresh Disney hell is this?" she breathed.