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“You can not tell the kids that!” Donald and Mrs. Beakley yell.
“Why not?” Della asks.
“You’ll traumatize them,” Donald quacks.
“They’re much too young,” Mrs. Beakley says.
“You guys are no fun,” Della pouts.
Scrooge chuckles as he unlocks the door to his mansion. They were just getting back from an adventure Della wanted to tell the kids all about. She had been trying to figure out what parts she should share and what she shouldn't the whole way back. Sadly not much about the underworld was kid friendly.
“Maybe yew ought ta let Donald or Beakley tell ‘em aboot it,” Scrooge says as he pushes the door open.
Della is about to protest but the words catch in her throat as they all see the entryway of the mansion. All the lights are off, the curtains drawn and in the nearly pitch black entryway they see the DT-87. The security bot is lying on its side at the bottom of the stairs; eyes flashing as it repeats the phrase “he’s still out there.”
“The kids,” they say in panicked unison. Scrooge quickly goes to flick on the light so they can look for clues. It doesn’t work. He looks back towards the others with fear in his eyes. Mrs. Beakley is about to say something when they hear a noise from the tv room. They hurry in to confront whoever it is. Unable to see anyone or anything out of the ordinary, Donald turns on his phone’s flashlight.
“You found it!” Dewey says as he jumps out from behind the couch. His excitement melts away as he sees who it is. “Oh. Well, that’s okay! At least it’s over now.”
Before they have a chance to ask him what he’s talking about, they’re alerted to a presence behind them by the sound of a can opening. Turning around they find Louie leaning in the doorway with a pep in his hand.
“Not quite dear Dewford,” Louie says before taking a sip.
“Louie,” Dewey glares, his hands becoming fists, “they’re home now. It’s over.”
“I believe we agreed it wasn’t over until you guys found all the pieces or you were all down,” Louie looks at his pep with a smirk.
Dewey groans, “come on, we can’t keep going.”
“I’m pretty sure we can,” Louie says, swirling the drink in his hand gently.
“Oh yeah? What about them,” Dewey gestures towards the adults.
Louie gets a thoughtful look on his face, “hmmm, maybe we can negotiate something.”
Dewey’s face lights up, “great! Let’s go tell the others we’re timing out for a meeting.”
“Oh we’re not timing out,” Louie says, “and by the way, you need to get Webby. She’s stuck in the vents.”
Dewey’s beak drops open in horror, “I didn’t even know she was allowed in there! How long has she been stuck?”.
“It’s been almost an hour now,” Louie pretends to check a watch that isn’t there.
“Oh my gosh,” Dewey says, “where is she?”
“I told you, the vents,” Louie turns to leave, “I’ll go get Huey.”
“You’re evil,” Dewey calls after him.
Louie faces Dewey so he can see him put his hand to his chest in mock flattery, “aww, thanks Dew.”
Everyone watches in silence, not daring to move as Louie disappears up the stairs. Once he is out of sight Dewey rushes to the vent behind the couch.
“Wait a moment lad, what’s going on?” Scrooge asks.
“No time, gotta find Webby,” Dewey says, rushing into the vent.
The adults share a confused glance. What had happened while they were gone?