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After Bradford's attempt to murder them in the money bin, Louie was exhausted. He was used to being almost killed on adventures but at least Huey and Dewey where there to take on most of the excitement. The most unfortunate part about this hole day was that their outings where going to get even more painful now that F.O.W.E.L was out in the open. There wasn't really anything Louie could do about his family's incessant need for danger, but at least he could use the days traumatizing events as an excuse to stress eat on his uncles wallet.
"Uncle Scrooge?" Louie asked innocently
"Yes lad?"
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe you promised to buy mom and I lunch, should we escape the bin. And seeing as how we are currently walking out of the door to said bin, I would like to access my right to a fresh pep and a hamburger."
The familiar grumbling scowl was just what Louie was going for, as his uncle begrudgingly removed his wallet from the lining of his suit handing the young duck a 10 dollar bill. Removing it from his uncles feathers however, was a struggle. Seeing their uncle hand Louie so much money made the other two triplets gawk in excitement
"Does this mean-" dewy began
"NERP-" Louie cut him off waving the money for emphasis "THIS, is for almost dying at the hands of my own uncle today, and-" beginning to tear up "the loss of my sweet cherry pep" pausing for dramatic effect "so see ya, I'm taking this baby out to lunch"
As the young duck began to walk away he could hear the pattering of his brothers following him. Withought using much effort the duck simply waved the back of his hand at them responding with a stern "alone"
Having a quite afternoon to himself was just what Louie needed before his life went spinning out of control into an onslaught of deadly adventures. There is only so much a young duck can talk his way out of, its not like he has the luck of Gladstone to get him through a messy situation. "Wouldn't that be nice" he found himself saying out loud. Funzo's Funzone would be the perfect way to spend a normal afternoon. The first order of business was to get himself the usual free water cup and spend a little of his money to grab a bite to eat.
"Why hello Julia, new haircut? It really suits you" Louie smiled
"Nice try little duck, but I know your game. If you want juice you'll have to pay for it like everyone else"
"Wha- no, I wasn't, I was just"
"Counters that way" she pointed to the concession stand.
It was fine, even with the unexpected $1 charge he still had plenty of money left over to play games. That pleasent attitude swiftly left him as everything else that day continued to go wrong. His lunch was cold, his favorite game was out of order, the ticket machine exploded, some snotty kid spilled soda all over his favorite Hoodie, and now the vending machine had swallowed his last quarter.
"oh for the love of- AHHH ALL I WANTED WAS A NORMAL AFTERNOON OF NOT BEING KILLED BY MY CRAZY FAMILY." Louie yelled catching the attention of several guests and one nefarious buzzard.
Elsewhere inside Funzo's
Keeping this place as their secret hideout was supposed to keep Scrooge and his pestering family out of FOWELs business. But the green one was frittering around. Herrin would have to alert Bradford immediately. Allowing the green one to eat his lunch in peace wouldn't kill her she supposed.
"Bradford we have a situation. The green one's here again"
"WHAT, let me see the feed" Bradford demanded "how many bad experiences can a duck have here before they know not to come back" seeing the boy grumble about his cold lunch gave the old buzzard an idea "Herrin, you've installed the special defense program into the funzo mainframe already, correct"
"Yes, I did it some time ago, do you think me a fool"
"Wonderful, make sure the duck has a perfectly horrid experience today, oh and keep the feed running, id like to watch"
A few switches here and there and everything the little duck tried to do would shut down, spark, or explode. The quarter in the vending machine was just a pleasant surprise. Bradford watched laughing wile Louie was having probably his 3rd worst experience here, but after his outburst Bradford got a better idea. After all, Louie was the one that found him out and exposed him as a F.O.W.E.L agent. Maybe the young duck could prove useful, he just needed a push in the wrong direction.
"Herrin, change of plans. I want the green one brought to me. And do it today, no telling the next time he'll be alone"
"Him!? Why?"
"JUST DO IT! That's an order" The screen went black before she could protest anymore.
Back to Louie
With his last quarter gone and the rest of the day ruined Louie felt like Uncle Donald, not just unlucky and miserable but completely defeated "oh forget it. Nothings ever going to be normal. I should stop trying"
He began sulking back to the mansion, uncertain of what adventure his family had already begun to prepare for. He was getting tired of walking, and the bus wasn't going to be there for another 45 minutes. Deciding he didn't want to wait Louie pulled out his phone and started calling launchpad for a ride.
By the first ring he saw the shadow
By the second he dropped his phone in an attempt to pull the cloth away from his bill.
By the third he was out cold
"Hello, Louie? You there little dude? Ah well- must have butt dialed, heh I do that all the time. There was this one time-"
Launchpads voice cut out as the stranger carrying Louie away, crushed the phone under their boot.