As Sora ran to the entrance, he was surprised to see the brunette girl re-enter. Considering his options, he figured getting Donald some clothes was more important than apologizing, and so he headed back to his party.

"Whaddya think about these?" Goofy asked, holding up a pair of hideously ugly trousers. "Too tacky," Donald replied, shoving them out of the way. "They'll do," Sora said. He was getting impatient again.

"What?!" Donald declared. "I'm not that fashion-disoriented!" He stamped his foot and crossed his arms.

"We'll dye them or something," Sora urged. "Donald, just put on the pa-"

"No!"

Sora sighed heavily, reaching for another pair of pants. 'Blue,' he observed. 'At least they'll match his outfit.' He grabbed Donald by the collar.

"Put. Them. On."

"Okay, okay!" Donald said, alarmed. "Geez, what's gotten into you?" Donald removed Sora's jacket (with Goofy making sure he didn't flash anybody) and put the pants on. "They're too big!"

"Augh!" Sora shouted in frustration. He grabbed a pair of scissors and some pins, and a few minutes later, Donald had a "tailored" pair of pants.

Sighing, Sora stepped back and admired his quick, although shoddy, handiwork. "We can have it properly tailored later, but it will do for now," he said. He turned around to find the brunette girl and adequately apologize, but just as she had done so she grinned and said, "So what do you guys think?"