Synopsis

The engine sputtered, coughed, and died, leaving the unlikely quartet stranded on the dusty road. Donald sighed, a puff of air escaping his beak. "Well, this is just great." Goofy scratched his head, a bewildered expression on his face. "Gawrsh, looks like we're in a pickle!" The tow truck driver, a gruff fellow with a handlebar mustache, informed them the repair cost was exorbitant. "Ain't no way you folks can afford that," he stated flatly. Desperation sparked an idea in Donald’s eyes. "