One time in the Netherlands, there was a Call Duck named “Edward”. Edward kept on quacking and it annoyed the neighbors. Edward was just calling his friends so of course he would be quacking. But one day, when Edward was calling his friends, one man snapped.
“Hey, quiet down! You're so annoying with your quacking!” he yelled.
Edward had enough. He would plan for revenge in 3 days. After a very long time, he recruited some Call ducks for war against humans.
“Quack Quack Quaaaaaack!” Edward chirped out.
Soon enough, millions of white, fluffy call ducks spread out and took everything. Food, drinks, blankets, clothes, etc. It was a total disaster and everything was ruled by ducks. The humans now blamed the man that yelled at the call duck for this destruction, and jumped him.
Edward now wanted to make his own military. What he did was he got bodybuilder ducks to build the fire jets, naval ships, and tanks. After that, he started to recruit ducks to the military. Some ducks wanted to join, some didn't. In total, Edward had 1.5 million soldier ducks in total. Then, General Richardson, leader of the military, sent the marines out to fight first. Everything was working well so far, then planes started to strike. General Ridcardson then sent 20 fire jets to strike the enemy base. After the jets flew back with low fuel, General Richardson sent out troops to attack. Days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, and after waiting for such a long time, 7,900 troops came back injured, and 2,000 made it without a scratch.
After all of that fighting, the ducks would now turn their backs on the humans and attack them. The humans tried to run, but the ducks could fly. Then, General Richardson sent 10 military jets and 1 bomber plane to end the village once and for all. The bomber plane’s cockpit opened and the ducks dropped the most dangerous thing, a nuclear bomb. It evaporated everything in its path and even affected Belgium as well.
Edward sent General Richardson to the soldier ducks and tell them the plan of conquering the world. General Richardson waddled to the soldier ducks, planning on tracking all of the 193 other countries, and conquering the world just for ducks.
“Quack Quaaack Quack Quack!”
The other ducks started to cheer on and squawk because they liked the idea. Suddenly, a blue animal swooped into the sky, taking the duck as prey. Then another one swooped, and another, and another one. The ducks looked and saw a flock of macaws and different other types of parrots.
“SQUAWK! You will now succumb to our strength and speed!” Squawked a Great Green Macaw.
“SQUAWK! All of you small ducks can't outmatch our speed and strength! We are intelligent birds that can mimic sounds!” Screeched out a Hyacinth Macaw.
“SQUAAAWK! You will be our next supper for the night! See you at the battlefront, nemesis…” Chirped out General Anthony, which was a Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo, stroking his pastel colored crest slowly. The ducks then started to flee, but they remembered to meet on the battlefield.
The war between ducks and parrots didn’t start with bloodshed,
it began with silence. Across the silver marshes of Lake Alburteu, the ducks started to unite in sorted ranks, their wings pressed smooth by the freezing dawn wind. At their center stood King Edward, ruler of the Republic of the Mighty Ducks, his gaze steady and unblinking as ripples spread across the water before him. Edward was not a king who adored war, but he was a brave king who knew and understood it. The marshlands had been threatened before, and every time the ducks had always survived by uniting together. At Edward’s side stood General Richardson, the leader of the ducks’ military might, and their Navy and Air Force. His posture was rigid, his eyes were sharp as a blade, always estimating the distance, numbers, and time, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Edward and Josiah met face to face.
“Well, well, well, we meet again, Anthony,” said Richardson, with a smirk.
“May the best man win.” said Anthony, bowing down.
Richardson then bows down as well, as a sign of good luck. Both Generals walk back to their original positions. As the clock strikes 12:00 PM, both birds charge.
“CHARGE!!!” squawked Richardson.
“ATTACK!!!!!” Yelled Anthony.
All the ducks and parrots started to attack each other. The call ducks try their best to fight all the parrots off, but the Macaws always grab them and drop them from high places. General Richardson saw that the ducks were falling down fast and decided to drag in reinforcements.
“Backup! We need backup ASAP!” yelled General Richardson.
Suddenly, battle tanks, fighter jets, and more soldier ducks charge into action, attempting to overpower the parrots. That was until the sky screamed.
Out of nowhere, thousands of macaws soared out of the sky, picking up more ducks and dropping them heavily on the ground. Richardson tried to send more backup, but at the ducks military base, it was all destroyed. The parrots now took Edward and dropped him down as well. Richardson commanded all the ducks to flee and retreat, but there was no escape, The parrots took out more ducks, eliminating them.
“Who’s winning now, huh?! There's no treaties, just ending your republic! Mwahahahah!!!” screeched Josiah.
Days passed, and the kingdom started to fall apart and decay. General Richardson has been captured. The remaining ducks hid in the military base, trying to hide from the parrots and king Josiah. The parrots looked carefully with their bulging eyes like CCTV cameras. Suddenly, a small cockatiel spotted the ducks and squawked out repeatedly, alerting the other parrots that he had found the ducks. The parrots flew behind the supply crate, then carrying the ducks up in the sky, and dropping them, ending this conflict.
King Josiah returned to the canopied jungles where his throne stood proud and gleaming with a silver glow. He sat down on the throne, sipped a glass of wine, and watched with pleasure as the kingdom of the Republic of the Mighty Ducks fell and collapsed, making a mushroom cloud of dust.