I DONT OWN THE THREE CABALLEROS! THEY BELONG TO WALT DISNEY & HIS CREW!

Warning: Last Chapter!

The second Panchito woke up, he was confused as to where he was. Guessing by the furniture around him, he was lying on the bed of the bedroom in someone's dwelling. He tried to sit up, but felt something heavy on his stomach. He looked and saw a sleeping Donald's head covered in bandages. "Donald. Wake up," he whispered, nudging his shoulder.

"Mmmmm, 5 more minutes mom," he mumbled.

In his worst possible mom voice he could conjure up, he sat up, bopped his head and nagged, "Donald Duck! It's time to go to school! If you don't wake up this instant you are grounded! You hear me! Grounded!"

Donald stretched his arms across Panchito's stomach and rubbed his eyes. "Ok. Ok. I'm up. I'm up." He yawned and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It reads 6:37. "It's not even time to go to school yet mom," he said, nestling himself back to sleep.

"¡Espera! Donald! It's me! Panchito!" He shouted, shaking the sleepy man.

Donalds eyes lit up. "Ohmigosh. Panchito! It's really you! You're awake!" He lunged at the redhead and hugged him, but let go when both men curled up in pain. Donald then rushed to the door, opened it and shouted, "Hey guys! He's awake! Panchito woke up!"

The volume of the footsteps grew louder as they got closer to the door. A bandaged José popped from the door. He rushed to the bedridden man and hugged him, only to end up in the same situation Donald did earlier. José's eyes began to get watery. "P-Panchito. You're ok," he sobbed.

Donald grabbed a tissue and wiped José's tears. "There, there… Let it out…You're…Crying for the both… of us," he sniffled, only to start crying.

As the men cried, Panchito stared at their wounds. Donald had band aids and patches on his face and hands, and a couple faded bruises. José had it a bit worse because he had a black eye, and band aids on his face, but his right arm was in a cast and sling.

"W-What happened?" Panchito asked.

"You guys had a pretty wild night," a familiar voice answered.

Panchito turned his head and smiled, "Raul! Its you!"

"The one and only," he stated, leaning against the doorway. "You guys looked pretty terrible a couple days ago."

"¡Espera! A couple days ago?! How long was I out?!" He shouted.

"A-About 3 days," José answered. He then blew his nose on the tissue.

Raul walked to the crying men and gave Donald the tissue box.

Panchito laughed nervously, "It was that bad, huh?"

"Fue horrible." He commented. "That cut on your arm was really deep and you had pieces of glassed imbedded in your body. Not to mention you lost so much blood that you-"

"Ugh. I'm gonna be sick," Donald gagged.

"Lets skip that part. Anyway, without your friends donated blood, you would have been a goner for sure."

Panchito gulped and looked at his bandaged arm. "My memories kinda blurry. Can you help me re-jog it?"

"Lo siento. I was locked in the storage room for most of the fighting. But I'll tell you what I know," Raul stated. He sat José and Donald on the bed and told them as well what happened.

Raul explained that a man with long, red, spikey hair, carrying the unconscious Panchito, unlocked the door and freed him. The mysterious man gave Panchito to him and told him to go to the hospital. But when Raul told him that he was a doctor, the man gave him a slip of paper that contained the address of the apartment their currently residing in. When he looked up to thank the stranger, he was already gone.

"What happened to that big jerk and his bodacious girlfriend?" Donald asked.

"I'm not really sure. I heard her call the ambulance, but I left and took you guys to the car in case the police might have gotten involved."

Panchito slammed his broken fist into the table and ignored the pain. "Darn it! That stranger was the only clue we had to finding my sombrero."

"Sombrero? Oh!" Raul dashed out the room. "You mean this?" He came back a few seconds later with what was undoubtable Panchito's one and only sombrero.

All three men gasped.

"M-M-Mi…S-Sombrero…Y-You f-found it, "Panchito stuttered, reaching out for it.

Raul gave it to Panchito, who began to cry once he got his beloved hat.

"Mi bebe! I'll never lose you again!" He cried out. He then kissed his sombrero and hugged it.

"Segure-se. There's something on it." José pointed out. He grabbed a slip of paper that was attached to it and opened it.

"What does it say?" Donald asked

José cleared his throat and read,

"Dear Caballeros,

I'm
sorry for stealing Panchito's sombrero. It was uncool of me to that. I thought that it looked cool on him and if I wore it I would look cooler than I already am. I did! Anyway, I'm sorry. No hard feelings right?

Sighed, the Aruquan."

Silence fell onto the room for a while, but was disturbed when José ripped the paper in half. "So we went through hell and back all because that dumbo wanted to look cool?!" He began ripping the paper into a million pieces. "When I go back to Brazil, I'll turn him into an espetinho!"

"Not without us!" Donald added.

"Hombres. Calm down. You're in no condition to do anything besides rest," Raul said, rubbing their shoulders in hopes of calming them down. Donald and José took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Look on the bright side you guys. I got my sombrero back!" Panchito exclaimed, putting his sombrero on. When the sombrero rested on his head, he gave of a benevolent aura. He kind of looked like he was glowing a bit. "Ahhh. I feel complete again. Gracias, Raul."

"No problemo. But I have to go now. I have to help the guys at work fix up the bar and stuff." HE shook their hands and walked toward the door. "Oh. And I'll come by tomorrow to check up on you three. Until then, adios," he said, waving.

"Bye," the caballeros said simultaneously.

Once he left, Panchito began to cry.

"Whoa man. Take it easy," José said. "Don't cry."

"L-Lo siento guys… I-I made you guys go through all of that a-and worse… A-And look what happened to you… I-It's all m-my fault… I'm s-sorry," he cried out.

Donald walked to the other side of the bed and held the crying man's hand. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Panchito. These are just small scratched. I mean sure you harassed us, and tried to kill us. And had our lives endangered by a crazy-."

José cut him off, "What he means to say is that you shouldn't blame yourself for this. It's no one's fault, but that lazy, stupid, ignorant, não e bom, arrogant…"

Panchito and Donald watched as José's anger grew with every horrible insult he made to the Aruquan.

"...mulherengo, filho de satanás!" After that little rant, José took a deep breath and calmed down. "Anyway, you got your sombrero back! And it looks like you're getting back to the old you."

"You're practically glowing!" Donald added, poking his friend's tan cheek.

Panchito wiped his eyes. "Y-You think so?"

"Of course!"

Panchito pulled both of his friends and gave them a big, tight hug. "I-I don't know how to thank you guys. You've helped me through thick and thin! Gracias mi amigos!"

"Remember, birds of a feather, stick together," said Donald.

All three men, even though they were in intense pain, hugged for a couple moments. Once they released each other, they all groaned and laughed at the pain they had from the hug. Then a grumble filled the room.

Panchito giggled, "Wow. I'm starving guys."

"THE CHURROS!" José shouted as he dashed out the room.

"Churros?" Panchito asked.

Donald shrugged his shoulders, not knowing the situation either.

José came back with a tray of semi-burnt churros. "Raul and I made these while you guys were sleeping." He passed one to each of his friends. "Há chocolate dentro. There's chocolate inside."

Before biting into their snack, Donald interrupted, "Wait! I have an idea! Raise your churros!"

They all raised their churros, the tips of the pastries touching each other's. "Here's to a successful mission! And to us! Donald!"

"José!"

"And Panchito!"

"THE THREE CABALLEROS!" The three cheered and took a bite of their food.

"Oh Boy! Delicious!"

"¡Delicioso!"

"Saboroso!"

Panchito ate his rapidly, consuming it in rapid time. "Otro por favor."

José quickly ate his and grabbed another for his friend, but the churro bled chocolate onto his hand. "Uh-Oh. I need a napkin."

"The only ones left are covered in tears and snot." Donald informed him. "I'll get some more." He got up and left to the kitchen.

"This is troublesome," José said. He moved his hand around, so the chocolate won't drip. But it ended up dripping on the floor.

"Mirar. Its dripping," Panchito said, pointing at the floor. "Lick it off."

"Nah. I got this," he reassured. Only to drip more.

"Stop! You're dripping it on the floor!" He exclaimed. He grabbed José's wrist, "Here, I'll clean it."

"But how?"

"How else?! I'll lick it!"

"No! That's unsanitary!" Jose remarked. He tried to let his hand loose, but the pain kept him from doing such.

"So is dripping it all over the floor! Plus that's wasteful!"

"Don't you dare!" José threatened.

Panchito stuck his tongue out. "I'm gonna do it."

"DON'T DO IT!"

Panchito didn't listen. He placed his tongue on his chocolate covered hand and trailed the chocolate from his wrist to in-between his middle and ring finger.

"Ugh. It feels so gross," José commented.

Panchito licked his lips and said, "Stop complaining. It's better me eating it than it wasting away on the floor."

An *Ahem* came from the doorway. Both men turned and saw Donald staring at them with a blank expression and a couple napkin in his hand.

"Do you need lotion too?" Donald joked.

"¡Espera! It's one of those moments where you come in on the wrong time! Believe me Donald!" Panchito explained, frantically.

"You know, if you needed privacy, you could have asked," Donald sighed, giving the napkin to Panchito, who started to clean his Brazilian friend's hand.

"I was stopping the chocolate from dripping on the floor. Look," he explained, pointing at the floor.

"Sure you were," Donald sarcastically remarked.

Panchito covered his embarrassed face with his hands and said, "¡Aiy dios! ¡Soy un hombre muy perverdito!"

"No. You don't say," José said sarcastically. "After what you tried to do to me and Donald. This is a shock."

Donald giggled. "Aren't we all?"

The three men laughed and nodded in agreement.

"Alright my perverted friends, I'm still hungry. What do you guys want to eat?" Donald asked.

"I don't know. Let's ask Panchito the pervert," Jose stated. "What do you want to eat?"

Panchito grinned and answered, "I know a place where they sell really good empanadas."

Well, this is it. The last chapter! It was really fun making this... The story grew as a baby. I nurtures it and kept it alive. And I'm letting it off to college... I promised myself I wouldn't...I wouldn't...CRY! [Gross Sobbing in the distance]

I really want to thank my cousin, mybabypistoles, for forcing me to write even though I was tired, Mighty Amagemnon for the reviews & my new friend, Nothing Really Specific! Thanks a whole bunch and I promise this wont be the last!