Early to Bed

The opening scene sets a sleepy, almost surreal tone as Donald Duck yawns beneath a sunset and prepares for a routine night. He drifts toward bed with a mix of reluctance and irritation, only to meet a stubborn night that refuses to let him settle. The first misadventure arrives when his head makes contact with the pillow and it bursts into a flurry of feathers, scattering the scene in a comical mess. He nudges the pillow aside, fluffs another one, and tries again, hoping for a quiet rest. But the sleep crossroads only get louder: as soon as his head touches the new pillow, a loud, relentless tick-tock erupts from a clock on his beside table, a sound that grows louder and more insistent with each moment.

Derisive exasperation wins out over sleep, and he stashes the clock away in a nearby drawer. Yet the drawer itself seems to respond to the clock’s rhythm, quaking and vibrating with a mysterious energy that only amplifies the disturbance. He yanks the clock from the drawer in a fit of annoyance and hurls it against the wall, where it tumbles into a vase. The vase shudders in time with the clock’s insistence, creating a chain reaction of tremors that jolt the room. With a final flurry of action, he chases the clock, flinging it out the window in a dramatic gesture. The clock becomes entangled in laundry outside, rebounds, and astonishingly finds its way back inside the room, bouncing right into his yawning mouth and causing a comical, crude accident—he accidentally swallows the clock whole. The moment passes in a swirl of confusion and panic, and after a concerted effort to break the stubborn device that has taken root inside him, he manages to spit out the broken clock in jagged pieces onto the floor.

With the clock finally outside of him, he tries to return to bed and catch a moment of peace. Peace, however, remains elusive. As he switches off the lights, his folding bed—once a simple sleeping platform—suddenly snaps shut, trapping him inside. The mechanism whirs and groans, and he struggles as the bed’s springs launch him high toward the ceiling. The sequence cuts back to a reset button of sorts: he reappears in bed again, only this time the entire structure has morphed into a precarious contraption nailed to the floor with boards and ropes. He settles beneath the covers, hoping the worst has passed, but the broken clock’s alarm rings anew with a stubborn insistence that shakes the room.

He bolts upright as the setup collapses around him, and his bed literally blasts apart, sending him arcing through the air. He crashes back down onto a bed that is now nothing more than a plank—a board with tacks sticking up like jagged teeth—while a lone sock lands nearby on a spring, wobbling and swaying in a serpentine motion that imitates a wry, animated snake charmer. The entire sequence is a rapid-fire parade of slapstick misfortunes, each echoing the same comic rhythm: sleep disrupted, mechanical failure, and a stubborn, ticking clock that won’t quit. The short closes on the visibly frustrated but undeterred [Donald Duck], his misadventures underscored by the relentless, escalating gag of domestic machinery run amok, and his perseverance in the face of one ridiculous setback after another.

Last Updated: October 09, 2025 at 12:32