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'Day 4'
The Pearl Casino & Resort, Los Patos, San Hamdreas.
Dewey lets out a low whistle as he walks under a driveway tunnel covering a red-carpet front door. "The Pearl Casino and Resort. Man, this place looks even nicer in person. I wonder if they need like a resident performer or something, would be cool to get-urgh!"
The boy looks over his shoulder to see who just interrupted his monologuing, realising his lack of feet on the ground is thanks to a chubby blonde goose in a red vest holding him by the back of his shirt collar. A raspy voice came out of the bigger bird: "Uh, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Dewey stumbled a little as he's put down, noticing the empty valet podium nearby. "Uh, uh, I dunno, this new thing called going inside?" He pauses for a moment and makes a show of checking himself. "Wait, no, I am so sorry, I know what this is, I'm underdressed, duh, well this is a little embarrassing. My other tux is at the dry cleaners so if you could just let me pop up to my room real quick-"
"I don't think so kid. No minors allowed in the damn casino."
The duckling holds his hand to his heart "AH! UH! I am insulted by that. I happen to be very short for my age. Just you wait till Phooey hears about this."
"What's a Phooey?"
He feels a surge of protective confidence as he glares up at the stranger. "Uh, only one of the most feared and dangerous and richest people in this entire town. That guy's done things man, and once he hears his, uhhh, family has been disrespected by some nerd wearing a vest, ooh boy, actually I'd start running now if I were-"
"-Can it blue stuff, none of your kiddie tricks are working on me. If this magical Phooey exists and wants to see you then you can wait out here for him. End of discussion you little shit."
"Fine! I managed to get all the way here from Grapepip by myself, and I'll wait out here all night if I have to. You Dew not know what you're messing with here buddy, I've been in way worse scrapes than this before and-"
"End of discussion. God, the one good thing about being in the casino is supposed to be there's no fucking kids around!"
Dewey rolls his eyes and throws himself down to sit on the kerb and pout. "Oh yeah, and just my luck there happens to actually be a guy on the front door here. That never happens when I come up here with Phooey, it's-
His grumble is interrupted by the sound of a door closing, making him look up and see a brightly-dressed condor getting out of a Sesenta Nueve-wrapped sportscar. "Hol' up? You just say Phooey's name lil' man?
"Yeah, why'd...ohmygoshit'syou!"
"Yeah I'm me, what the hell's it to you?"
Dewey hops up in excitement: "Y-you're Yung Forefather! Oh man, this is so cool, do you really-waitnofirstquestion. You know who Phooey is?"
"Fuck yeah my dude. Mans helped ya boy out too many times, y'know? Don't really talk much but he still cool."
Something snaps in Dewey's mind - realizing the chance he suddenly has and how he can't blow it. "Great. Greatgreatgreat, sooo, d'you think you could get me in to see him? I'm kinda his err... little brother and I'm in town visiting. He lives in a penthouse in there right?"
"Last I checked." The older bird turns to the valet with confidence as he figures out the situation. "Ayo key bitch! This lil' fool's coming inside and you ain't gon' do shit, got it?" He tosses his keys like he's done it a million times, the valet fumbles the catch. "And make sure y'all treat my car right this time. Shit, she worth more than all y'all sorry red vest-having asses make in a year com-bined!"
Yung Forefather strolls through the front door, then Dewey clocks the situation and follows, sticking his tongue out at the valet on his way past. "Hey, thanks man, that guy was being a real jerk."
"No bother blue dude, tell Phooey I said whaddup, yeah?" He offers a fist bump that the duckling returns happily before pointing to the elevator curiously. "You want floor five man, can't remember what room but you'll find it eventually. Deuce."
"Hmm... Dewey Deuce... better than Dingus..." Dewey mused as his savior walks away. He's awed for a moment by the casino foyer but shakes it off and heads straight for the elevator, punching in number five.
After getting up to the floor and going through a few random door knocks with no answer, he sighs as he eventually gets to room 517. "Aw, what's even the point, I bet the stupid game's not even cod-PHOOEY!"
Opening the door was an adult-sized duck dressed in stonewashed jeans, pink loafers, a fur-lined snakeskin jacket, yellow smiley face t-shirt and a mustard yellow beanie, but the smaller duck's joy is short-lived as he hears a grunt and sees an assault rifle drawn out of hammerspace, now cocked and pointed at his beak.
"WOAHWHOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHHEY! Phooey it's me it's me. Y-you might not recognise me but I'm your friend, I've known you your whole life and we've been on like a ton of adventures together." He blurted desperately with his hands raised. "I-I-I-I don't know how this world works but me and my brothers... I think we created you." Something in Phooey's face softens and he lowers his weapon. "T-that's right, I was right there with you every time you got a big score in Cayo Avico, and also every time we failed but we don't talk about that." He pauses. "P-please, I-I'm kinda lost here and you're my only hope right now.."
Phooey pauses for a moment, then nods curtly and waves Dewey into the penthouse. His sigh of relief could power all of McDuck Manor as he suddenly remembers his legs exist. "Sweet, thank you so much Phooey and ohmygoshit'salljustlikewemadeit!"
The boy jerks his head around in awe at the familiar decorations and darts off to the left laughing. Phooey jogs behind as Dewey turns to walk backwards while admiring the bright layout and pointing at the features. "There's the office and the other office, our personal blackjack dealer," He jumps back around to facing forward as he runs on. "Ooh, the movie room's in there, and if we go round here it has to be the spa and then there's Louie and the door to the par-LOUIE!?"
The blue duckling skids to a halt as he enters the spa room. After double-taking and blinking a few times, it was definitely his younger brother sat in an elevated hot tub smirking down at him and raising a can of Hep in greeting.
"Sup? Took you long enough..."
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So the thing with this one, there's a whole story planned out for this, but I'm too lazy to go past a few chapters, I can get the first 4 out there and then a list of what I had planned for the rest. Maybe there's scenes from later that can be one-shots or something in script format.
On the description, other characters/relationships get added after they come into the story. But for the 4 chapters I've got only 1 more main character, take your guess who it is.
As for the references, if you get it you get it, if not the next chapter makes it obvious. Enjoy.