The truth is, Gyro is far too shy about things like that. I believe Daisy kissed him in one episode (for a daring rescue he had performed), and he practically melted with embarrassment, poor fellow! He couldn't wait to get back into the lab where it was safe!

April, May and June were a somewhat later invention...obviously created as a female triple foil for Hewey, Dewey and Louie. There was an earlier period of short newspaper strips in which Hewey, Dewey and Louie were more like the kids in "the Little Rascals" strip...tough, gritty, squabbling little street kids who got into fistfights over little ducky girls who would trick them out of their ice-cream money through the usual feminine wiles. This was prior to the metamorphosis of those same 3 ducklings in the hands of Carl Barks into Junior Woodchucks and smart cookies who went on grand adventures around the world, pursuing great relics like the Philosopher's Stone (a truly grand episode).

The reason Scrooge was referred to as "Uncle" is simple. Ever been around Indian or Pakistani kids and young adults? They always refer to elder friends, teachers, etc...as "Auntie" or "Uncle". It's to indicate respect.

Same deal with Scrooge. He's not literally their Uncle, but he is a respected elder in the family...and a distant relation of Donald and the kids.

Cluin is quite correct about Daisy and the moulting season, however! She mutates from being normally really difficult to being a total, absolute B---H at that time, and no one in his right mind would hang around to observe the process...not even Donald. He may be eccentric, but he's not crazy.

A word here about the duck TV and movie cartoons...they are grossly misleading. Donald does not talk in that squawking gibberish at all. He's entirely articulate, as any comic reader knows. The cartoon industry was aimed at a completely different audience with a much shorter attention span, and did with the comics what TV does with music...the results were pretty hideous.

You want to know the real ducks? Forget about the cartoons. Read the comics. TV destroys every cultural thing it touches.

Imagine what would happen to Rick Fielding if he was forced (at gunpoint) to host a weekly "folk" music show on TV. Arrrghh! It's too awful to even think about.

Quack!!!