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“Everyone hurry! It’s starting soon!”
Dewey rolled his eyes as Huey excitedly gave directions to everyone in the manor.
“Webby, go bring the telescope. It’s in our room,” Huey said to Webby, who ran upstairs to go get it.
“Do we have to go outside?” Louie grumbled. “I heard there’s an Ottoman Empire Marathon tonight.”
“Louie, don’t you get it? Tonight, there’ll be a rare meteor shower outside, happening in our own backyard!”
“I could care less.”
Ignoring Louie, Huey pulled out his JWG. “According to the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, this meteor shower only happens once every 50 years. The brightest star in the sky is known as the Stella Splendida, rumored to grant a wish to one person tonight as it flies by.”
“Hmm, wishes aren’t as good as treasure...but I guess I could wish for gold,” Louie said as he rubbed his hands together and walked outside.
“Not if I get it first!” Dewey shouted, running outside.
“Guys! The wish isn’t the point!” Huey said, running after them.
Even though Dewey wasn’t a science nerd like Huey, he still gasped as he saw the night sky. The stars were shining brightly, but he knew the best part was yet to come.
“Move out of my way,” Louie said as he shoved Dewey aside. “The wish is mine!”
“Louie, I was here first!” Dewey yelled at his brother.
“I was clearly outside first, dear Dewford,” Louie replied. “Let me handle the wishing. I bet you don’t even know what you want yet.”
“Ugh! Huey, please tell Louie to get out of my way so I can make a wish already!” Dewey said, annoyed that Louie was purposefully standing in front of him.
“You guys, if we don’t stop arguing Mom or Uncle Donald will send us to bed! Do you two really want that?” Huey said. “Plus, the Stella Splendida will arrive in about fifteen minutes.”
“Oh, okay,” Dewey said, sighing.
“Oh, and get in a single file line, oldest to youngest,” Huey added. “We don’t want to take a chance on missing it!”
“Does it really matter what order we get in? We are triplets! You’re always in charge,” Dewey complained, wishing Huey wasn’t so bossy, and also wanting to be in the very front of the line.
“Hmm. Sounds fine to me as long as I get to make a wish,” Louie said as he pulled out a can of Pep out of his hoodie pocket and opened it. He took a long sip and said, “Maybe I should wish for infinite cans of Pep.”
“Wait...didn’t you say that only one person can make a wish when the star comes?” Dewey said, rushing in front of Huey and bumping into Louie. His can tipped over to the side and spilt on Dewey’s shirt.
“Eww, Louie! Wait, is that Cherry Pep?” Dewey said, looking at his now red-stained shirt.
“Uh, yeah? Why?” Louie asked, still sipping his Pep.
“You just spilled it all over me! That red stain won’t come out for days! Aww... and this was my favorite shirt. Thanks a lot, Louie,” Dewey whined.
“Not my fault, you’re the one who bumped into me.”
“Ooooh! Here it comes!” Huey said, pointing to the sky while ignoring his annoying brothers.
“Hurry up already!” Dewey said while pushing in front of Huey. Huey shoved him aside, so he could get a full view of the star. Dewey landed on the ground, his face in the dirt. Just then, a bright star flew across the sky at the speed of light.
Dewey stood up, brushing the dirt off himself. “Where’s the star?” he asked frantically, looking at the sky. After a minute, Dewey realized that he had missed it, and said, “Ugh. I missed the star, thanks to you guys messing everything up!”
Huey turned around to face Dewey, an angry expression on his face. “So you’re gonna blame it on me?” Huey scoffed. “I was the one who informed you about the star coming!”
“Yeah, you took soooo long explaining all that boring nerd stuff inside the house when we could’ve got more time to go outside!” Dewey replied.
“Excuse you? All the information that I gave you provided context for what was going to happen! So I should be hearing, ‘thank you’!”
“Well, thank you for wasting my time!”
“You’re welcome!”
“Hey guys! I got the telesco-” Webby said as she came out of the mansion.
“We missed it,” Dewey replied, walking past her. Webby noticed that she had obviously missed something that had happened between the brothers. “All of that just for nothing.”
Dewey stomped inside the house, upset that all of this happened just because of a silly star. Why couldn’t his brothers just listen to him?
Dewey climbed to his middle bunk.
“Stupid Huey and Louie,” he said as he climbed the ladder, “It’s all their fault.”
Dewey pulled his blue sheets over himself. “I wish I never had brothers…” he whispered.
And he meant it.
✧✧✧
Dewey blinked groggily. Was it morning already? He sat up, on his own bed, in his own room-WAIT. He had his own room?
“What the-?”
Dewey looked around. He was in a big blue bed, in a room with matching wallpaper. Dewey immediately jumped out of bed and ran down the hall.
“Huey? Louie?” he called.
“I’m sorry, guys! Is this some kind of joke?”
Dewey ran downstairs and bumped into Webby. “Good morning, Dewey!” she said. “Uncle Scrooge wants to take us adventuring today and-”
“Have you seen Huey or Louie?”
Webby looked extremely confused. “Who?”
“You know, my brothers! If they’ve decided to pull off another Day of the Only Child, they should have told me. This isn’t funny!”
Webby felt his forehead. “Are you feeling okay, Dewey?”
“Yes, I’m fine! Just, where are my brothers?”
Webby looked him straight in the eye. “You don’t have brothers…”
Dewey snorted.
“That’s the most ridiculous thing anyone’s ever told me, did they put you up to this?” he said, rolling his eyes. “They couldn’t have just disappeared from existence…”
WAIT. The last thing Dewey had said that night was that he wished he didn’t have any brothers.
“Webby, pinch me. I must be dreaming.”
Webby raised an eyebrow before pinching Dewey’s arm.
“Ow! Not that hard!”
But he was definitely awake. No brothers meant…
“My wish came true! I’m an only child!” Dewey shouted. “Wait. Oh no. I’m an only child.”
Webby was about to say something when two pairs of footsteps started walking down the stairs.
Dewey stared with an open mouth as two identical girls walked right in front of him.
“Who said anything about being an only child?” a girl dressed in red asked.
“Did you forget we’re your sisters, Dewford ?” a girl with a green hoodie asked.
It was right about then when Dewey fainted.