Disclaimer- I do not own Disney’s Mighty Ducks: The Animated Series nor do I make Any money off the show or its respective characters in any shape, form, or way. This story was purely written for the entertainment of its readers. I also do not own Duke L’Orange in anyway. He is soul property of Disney Corporations. No money will make off him either.
Author’s Note: This is a funny fiction that was inspired by Cajun! Thanks Cajaroo chica chick for your inspirations. I am so happy to be doing this. So, enjoy reading! This is just the first story to a sequel I am also working on.
After a long hot and relaxing shower, Duke stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom and looked at himself closely. He was still wet and his hair was all matted from scrubbing it. He felt relaxed and happily contempt. *Sighing and taking in the still steamy hot air, he grabbed his comb and started to comb down his hair. Bit without warning, the hair grabbed the comb and threw it down.
“I told you before buddy…don’t use combs!”The hair growled at him. Duke sighed in frustration. ‘Oh no, not this again! Aye! Every time I wanna comb out my fro it’s the same thing!’ Duke rolled his eyes. “I know you have, but why not!? You know I hate brushes!!” Duke practically shrieked. The fro smirked. Then with a waves gesture he said, “Because every time you use a comb, it hurts! Why don’t you be like everyone else? Swallow the hate and use a brush. It’s much better and it won’t hurt. But ooooooooooooooooooooooooh nooooooooooooooooooooo you have to use a comb!” He said in a sarcastic tone. Duke frowned. ‘Of the entire population woman to rob from, I had to rob from a spell master!’ he thought we a heavy sigh. “What was that Duke?” The fro asked. “Nothin’ ” Duke said in a mumbling voice. Sometimes he really hated his fro. It irritated him to the point where he was ready to wack it off and call it a day. But oh no, he was stuck with it. Not that he hated the style. He actually love it, but the fro itself…that is what he hated that most. He has to contend with a fro with a personality. “What’s the matter buddy? Lost in your thoughts again?” it asked with a sneer. Duke shook his thoughts and frowned. “Nope, but I bet you would like me to, so I wouldn’t have to use the comb” Duke sneered back. The fro humphed. “Well, it’s better then you yankin’ at me for an hour!” He said in a tone that read, “It’s a statement of fact”. “Oh really…well, don’t you want to look for best for the babes?” Duke knew those words usually got to his fro. But much to his surprise, his fro fought back. “Yea, that’s true, but I can live without impressing them” Then he added with a snicker, “But I bet you couldn’t live without your fro just right for a entire day!” His fro knew what he was doing when he said those words. He knew that Duke had to have is dew just right, or he was go insane.