My train of thought has derailed completely from pigs to ducks. Now here’s a question that I’m sure has occurred to every sane person in the Northern hemisphere: where are Huey, Dewey, and Louie’s parents? Come on. They spend every cartoon traipsing around with either Uncle Donald or Uncle Scrooge, having adventures with snow forts, giant squid, treasure hunts, etc, etc. So, what, their parents just abdicated the responsibility of raising their children in favour of leaving them with their uncles? I don’t even think I need to look up the statistics for sexual molestation of children by close relatives. There is definitely something wrong with Disney. Either that, or there is definitely something wrong with me.