Chapter Text
Huey didn’t really know how to get in. No, that was a lie. He knew the plan by heart, spending years with his brothers, training and planning to get the Lucky Dime from Scrooge. It just felt weird, going through the plan. It also felt too simple, just walking up to the mansion, saying “Hey, we’re the long-lost triplets from Della Duck, so let us in!” even though there wasn’t really any other way to go through with it. The three slowly walked up to the gate connected to the driveway, and Huey was the one who used the buzzer.
“Who’s this?” A woman’s voice answered, with a stern tone. The triplets looked at each other, unsure of what to say, or who should talk. Huey decided to go first.
“Hey um, can we talk to Scrooge McDuck…please?” Dewey rolled his eyes, and quickly took over before Huey could ruin anything.
“Yeah, it’s kinda an urgent matter. You see, my brothers and I are the long-lost triplets from Della Duck! So maybe-” Dewey was interrupted by the gate in front of them opening. “Well that was pretty easy.”
“Just remember that we have one goal: get the dime from Scrooge. We can’t mess this up.” Huey said, with authority in his voice.
“You mean, you can’t mess this up. You can’t lie to anyone. Like, at all. Not even during the scenario practice with Aunt Magica,” Louie said. “So, if we just do the talking, and you never talk, then I think this’ll work.” The triplets walked towards the front doors, only to find them open. There was an older woman with a stern face, behind her was one person they did recognize-Scrooge-who was glaring at them. But almost outside of the door, were two ducks, standing side by side. One was wearing a sailor hat and shirt, and the other had short hair, ending at her shoulders, who wore a brown jacket, and a blue scarf. They could only assume who she was, but were confirmed once she spoke.
“Boys?” She asked, tears forming in her eyes. The three looked at one another, not sure what to do, until Dewey talked.
“…Mom?” That seemed to do the trick, because she ran over to them, and gave all three a tight hug.
“I thought I lost you,” she said, tears falling from her eyes. “I’m so happy you’re back.” The triplets hugged her back. Louie wasn’t sure if his brothers left this, but he felt…happy, for some reason. Sure, hugs out of the blue were very weird for him and his brothers, so without a doubt they were a little uncomfortable, but Louie liked Della’s hug. The hugs he would get from Magica were forced, cold, and stiff, it didn’t feel right. But with Della, he felt safe in her arms. Sure, it was a little awkward (she was crying, after all), but this hug felt real to him.
“Let’s get you guys inside,” Della said, wiping the tears from her face. “I’m sure that you have a lot of questions. I know I do.” Della lead her kids inside of the mansion. They were amazed by everything that was inside, completely jaw-dropped by the building.
“Oh my god, this place is so cool!” Dewey shouted, his voice echoing through the halls. Donald and Della both shared a look, as they lead the children to a more comfortable area. As soon as the couches were in sight, Dewey sped off, jumping and landing dramatically. “Oh my god, these couches are literally the best!” As the other two climbed on to join him, Della smiled at them again.
“So, tell me, what happened to you during those eleven years? Please tell me that you had someone taking care of you. Oh! Donnie, do you think that we should pay them for watching the kids? Or should we be angry that they never told them that they were actually my kids? And Mrs. B, when do you think they should meet Web-”
“Woah, woah, slow down, M-mom,” Louie started, the title still forgein to his tongue. “We can explain everything.”
“Yeah!” Huey said, immediately making Louie hold in a groan. “We uh, we lived under the… the…”
“-The theater! We lived under the theater, through a trapdoor. That’s where we were,” Dewey finished, as Louie gave a short glare at Huey.
“You...you were that close?” Della asked, her voice in a whisper. “You-you kids were still in the city! We never knew if you guys were still in Calisota, we didn’t have any leads on where you were, we didn’t-”
“How do we know if that’s them?” Della went silent, as she turned to face her uncle, who was glaring at the kids.
“What?”
“I said,” he started again, pointing his cane at the children, “how do we know it’s them ?”
The children stayed silent, becoming uneasy at his glares. Before Della could speak, Donald put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll talk to him. Scrooge, ” He said, glaring at his uncle, “can we speak alone ?” Scrooge grumbled as Donald took him to a different room. Beakley sighed.
“I suppose I should join them, to make sure they don’t kill one another.” She started to leave, but turned at the doorway. “I’ll set up the boys’ room. As for Webbigail, they’ll meet her tomorrow morning. Have a nice night, you four.”
Della turned her attention back to her boys. “That was Mrs. Beakley, she’s the housekeeper. Webby is her grandkid, you will absolutely love her. The duck in the sailor outfit is my bro, Donald. And you know Scrooge.” She looked out the window, and frowned. “Man, it’s getting late, isn’t it? I supposed you kids should be getting to bed.” She gave the three another hug, that wasn't as uncomfortable as the last one. “We can talk in the morning. God, I am so happy to meet you three: Jet, Turbo, and Rebel.”
“Wait, what?” Louie asked, as Dewey’s eyes went wide.
“Turbo? Turbo!? I could’ve been named Turbo!?” Della’s eyes widen in realization.
“Oh my god, I should’ve known. You guys-you guys have different names because I wasn't there to name you oh my god. What-what are your names?”
“Huey.”
“Dewey. Though Turbo is pretty cool…”
“...and Louie.”
She smiled at them. “All right. Huey, Dewey, and Louie. I’ll bring you guys to your room."
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“Well, Mrs. B was nice enough to give us all the same room, so that’s cool.” Louie jumped onto the bottom bunk. “Oh, and claimed, by the way.”
“Do you think that Scrooge is onto us?” Huey asked.
Louie scoffed. “Obviously. Though, I guess that’s not surprising. But we’re prepared.”
“I could’ve been named Turbo…”
“Speaking of which: has Aunt Magica said anything yet?”
Huey fiddled with the purple pendant. “No, she’s been surprisingly quiet.”
“Turbo…”
“Donald and Della were pretty easy to trick, though. Can’t wait to meet Webby; she sounds like a hoot.”
“Turb-”
“Yes! We know you could’ve been named Turbo!” Louie snapped, glaring at Dewey. He sighed. “M’sorry. Just tired and stressed, I guess.”
Huey patted his back. “Yeah, I know. We should get some rest.” He climbed onto the top bunk, as Dewey went to the middle.
“Night, guys.”
“Good night.”
“See ya in the morning.”
When Louie turned off the lights, Huey stayed up, staring at the pendant. Sighing, he wondered how he could win over Scrooge and the mystery girl. But he knew one thing for sure: he and his brothers were getting that number one dime. No matter what.