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Woo-oo
Bored. Bored. BORED. That’s really all you could use to describe your current situation. Huh, you’d think you would never say that, especially being in the McDuck Manor. But you were. Your dad worked at the Money Bin,leaving you here until it was time to go home. You left your phone at home, and it wasn’t like there was anything that wouldn’t guarantee certain death that you could mess around with. To top it all off, you hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Webby all morning. She at least was good company and your best friend, even though she could be a little…….intense. Oh well, it was better being with your grandmother. Those speeches about how you should act in her eyes, always gave you a headache. At least your dad wasn’t like that.
Deciding to go look for your lil’ sis (and hopefully murder your boredom in cold blood), you began to investigate one of the hallways. After checking a couple of doors, you heard something that sounded a bit like crying and muffled talking coming from one of them. Did somebody get locked in? You couldn’t leave someone like that. You had to get them out. You backed up as far as you could go, feeling your heels touching the wall. You ran as fast as you could, hitting the door with your shoulder, successfully letting yourself in, to see three boys on the floor, covered in rope. Brothers by the looks of it. And little surprise, Webby had a knife. “What in the-“ A loud gasp was heard, and you were hit the chest by an energetic ball of feathers. Webby looked up at you with big smile, and a big hug. “Hi (Y/n)!” You chuckled and patted her on the head “Heya, Webbs. Is this what you’ve been up to all morning?” “Yeah, they’re the nephews!” You smiled, let go of your lil sis so she could get over her fangirling, and went over to help the boys. You pulled the rope off them, and helped them stand up right. “Sorry about that. She’s really nice when you get to know her. My name’s (Y/n). And that’s Webby.” The one in red got up first “I’m Huey. That’s Dewey and Louie” he gestured to a boy in blue shirt over a lighter blue long sleeve and another in a green hoodie, respectively. The three looked to be about Webby’s age.
Huey looked back to you. “So (Y/n),how does Web-“ Webby returned, with her fangirling at full force. “What are your blood types? What's Donald really like? Who's the evil triplet?” Huey and Dewey responded at the same time “Louie.” Louie just shrugged it off with a “Meh.” “Tell me everything!” “Wait, Webby, not that ca-“ you tried to warn before a bright flash went off. “-mera”. Ugh, That always stung your eyes. The picture was a bit funny, though. The boys tried to explain, that they were just a normal family on a boat, but Webby proved that wrong the conspiracy board. Ah, the conspiracy board, with Matilda as their great-great aunt, you think? Eh, terms outside side of cousins and parents confused you. You watched as the photo was tacked up and attached to the board with red thread. You were on the board too. It was a picture of you and Webby, although you both looked much younger. You have a copy of that photo, hanging in a place of honor on your bedroom wall.
You decide to tune back into the conversation where Huey was asking if Webby would them live and a vent was now opened. What in the wor-eh that’s what you get for zoning out. Now into the vent that smells like someone just died in there!
After a few twists and desperately trying to avoid spiders, you all made it out. You and Webby a bit more gracefully than the others. “Neither of you get out much do you?” Huey asked “Granny’s a bit overprotective. She trains me for anything and says I have everything I need in here.” “And my dad doesn’t think I’m ready to go handle Duckburg on my own yet. But one day, we’re gonna see the world and be explorers!” You responded. Webby strikes a pose to match the statue behind her. “I’m gonna eat a hamburger.” Huey walks by with an amused grin. “We could bring you guys some hamburgers.” Webby has the biggest grin on her face. “You guys really are our best friends”. And that’s when you notice Dewey climbing out of the vent. You might have not known Dewey for a long time, but you could tell something wasn’t right, and your big sibling instincts kicked in. You reached across to grab his shoulder and gave him a concerned look. “Are you ok?” He gave you a strained smile. “Yeah.” You weren’t gonna push it. And you can’t really blame him for not opening up to you yet, you’ve only known each other for like 20 minutes.
You guys arrived at the Wing of Secrets. It was a pretty cool place,sure, but it was always musty and smelled like motor oil in there for some reason. You decided to follow Huey around, from the portrait of the shaved bear to the Gong of Peshu. Huey didn’t seem to mind. You did run over to Louie when he was about to place a green sticky note onto an old gauntlet. “I wouldn’t touch that if I were you. It’s a Medusa Gauntlet. It can turn living things to stone with a single touch.” Behind you, Webby made sounds that you think that the transformation might sound like. Huey was going on about incredible this place is, and it was, and Dewey called all of our attention over to a painting. It was one of your favorites, with Scrooge sword fighting a pirate, Donald swinging from a mast by a rope, and your dad was in there too. He was swinging towards the ghost with a rope as well, about to kick the pirate with a determined look on his face. “Is that Uncle Donald?” Huey questioned. “Oh, yeah! He was Mr. McDuck’s sidekick” Webby responded enthusiastically. “Dewey’s right.” “Totally fake.” “Uncle Donald has never done anything cool.” Webby looked shocked for a moment and went on about how Donald was a hero. You wondered what he was up to now. Probably had a job somewhere, like your dad. You chuckled. Something about Donald having a regular job was just funny to you. “Wait who’s that?” You realized that Huey was pointing towards your dad. Webby looked really excited. “That’s Gustavo Pondsly! He was one of the bravest and smartest adventurers of all time!” Louie looked a bit confused. “What happened to him?” Webby gave you an eager look when you decided to continue. “Well, he met a woman and the two had a child. But the woman died while the child was only a baby. He didn’t really see any reason to go on adventures after that, not when he had a child to take care of.” Huey looked at your curiously. “And how do you know all that?” Webby was doing little hops, eagerly awaiting for you to drop the bombshell. You smiled. “Well that woman was my mom, and Gustavo Pondsly is my dad. And that baby was me.” “Oh. I’m-I’m so sorry.” Huey responded. You give him a smile and a gentle nudge. “Don't worry about it. It all happened a while ago.”
Meanwhile in the background, there was screaming. The two of you turned to see the other three sprint away from a pirate ghost. You grab Huey and and hide behind some old boxes, as the Deus Ex Caliber flies around the room. And the sword hits the gong. When Louie sits on a saddle,it turns into a headless man horse. And it hits the gong again. “That’s twice!” Dewey exclaimed. “One more and something terrible could happen!” You say. “What could be worse than this?” Louie responded. As if on cue, Scrooge walked into the room. “There it is.” The brothers all have defeated looks, while you simply stuck a hand up in greeting. Than back to the chaos, as you all took cover behind what you think was a Mayan Calendar. You look back on your friends. “It’s okay guys. There’s 5 of us and three of them. If we-“ Huey cut you off “Actually (Y/n), they teamed up.” So the pirate ghost was riding a headless horse while wielding a magic sword. Honestly, not the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to you, but it’s up in top ten somewhere. Scrooge managed to take out the whatever that was. It was amazing! Just like those stories your dad told you! But honestly the look on his face made you want to face all of that again. And when this place turned out to be a garage, that honestly explained the motor oil smell. Note to self; don’t light a match in here.
Enraged by all of our actions, Scrooge hit the gong with his cane. Ah, geeze. Noticing your expressions, Scrooge came to the realization that it was already hit twice. Sensing something bad was gonna happen, you shoved the other four behind you in a protective manner. Peshu came out of his statue, and creating a hole in the ceiling. “Peshu. The gold hunting dragon.” Webby said in awe. “Gold hunting? Sounds great!” You heard Louie say. “Not when you’re Duckburg’s single largest owner of gold!” Huey responded. Which meant it would head towards the Money Bin. Which meant-oh no. Dad!
While Scrooge ordered us to go to our rooms, I start to head out. “Where are you going?” Huey asked. “I’ve gotta stop that dragon. My dad works in the Money Bin!” My friends all give me confident looks and I knew that they were going to tag along. And thankfully, a pilot worked here. Before we left, I grabbed the Garden Hose of Destiny. Just in case.
Once we were up in the air, it didn’t take us long to find Scrooge and catch him before he had a watery grave. “I thought I told to go back to your-“ “No time, we gotta work fast.” Dewey cut Scrooge off. I turned to my little sis. “Webby, how do we stop that thing?” “It’s mystical, so we need a mystical device. Like an Oblivion Mirror or a Medusa Gauntlet or a-“ “Like this?” And wouldn’t you know it, Louie pulls the glove from behind his back. Huey and Webby grumbled, while I raised an eyebrow. “What? I was gonna give it back. Now how are we gonna get him down there?” I pull something out of my backpack. “Garden Hose of Destiny!” Huey tells Launchpad the rest of the plan, while the four of use wrap Scrooge up in the hose. And the only thing that was on his mind was “Since when was Launchpad a pilot?” We managed to defeat the thing, but Dewey lost his grip on the hose, causing Scrooge to start free falling, but had a perfect dive into the Money Bin. It was awesome! And than Launchpad crashed. Should have seen that coming. Thankfully, no one was hurt
“In the short time I’ve known you, you wrecked my home and money bin, unleashed several ancient evils, and almost got me killed. Twice!” He paced in front of use while we were sitting on a beam. “Four times, if you count each monster as an individual time…” Huey trailed off as Scrooge looked over us. And then he started laughing! “That was incredible!” He sat in the middle of us in the beam. “When you pulled me into the airplane and said ‘No time’!” He pointed at Dewey, and the younger was looking very proud of himself. “And who would have thought! A Medusa Gauntlet! Brilliant!” Webby had a shy smile on her face. “And using a garden hose as a rope! And mastering your hammer space at such a young age! You’re a resourceful and clever laddie/lassie, just like your father!” He pointed to me, and I had the biggest smile on my face. “Oh, and you swung me out and pulled me up just in time and-“ There was more laughter and Huey and Louie had identical grins. “You kids are nothing but trouble! Curse me kilts, have I missed trouble.” He pulls out a flip phone from his hammer space. “I suppose I’ll have to keep an eye on you to teach you how to get into trouble properly.” “You mean-?” Dewey eagerly starts. “Beakley! Clear my schedule! I’m taking the wee ones on a field trip.” He turns back to u. “Now, let’s go find the lost city of Atlantis!” “Yeah!” “And no one tell your Uncle Donald!” “YEAH!” “Who is that?”