Clubhouse - a Mickey Mouse story

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Petra Pete strutted down the streets of downtown LA, ruby-red stilettos clicking with every step. She went on her way to a good friend of her ex-wife's, Dr. Daffy Duck, an elite plastic surgeon who could transform her. Since they were close friends, it would be easy to weasel her way into the easy route.
The minute she walked in, Daffy greeted her with a big hug. "Big P!" he said, grinning. "Nice to see you, sweetheart!"
"Nice to see you, Mr. Duck."
"So, you're here for...?"
"The real deal."
"Everything?"
"Everything."
Daffy nodded. Petra was relieved to skip the long, painstaking survey other doctors would have insisted. She found them insulting-and Doctor Daffy had always been someone she could trust to talk with. They bonded over it, sometimes, although Daffy's contribution mostly included putting on hoop earrings and demanding to be called Penelope on Saturday nights.
Petra went down and under knowing she would blossom when she came back up.