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Donald woke up with a start as his alarm started blaring in his ear. He sleepily reached for the snooze button, his eyes still closed from sleeping. He grumbled as he hit his alarm button and it hadn't stopped, hitting it harder before rubbing his eyes of sleep and looking at his clock. However instead of seeing the plastic of his alarm clock he saw the familiar red fabric of his nephew's hat. He jumped in alarm, looking at Huey for a bit before rubbing his eyes again.
“Hue? What're you doing up??” Donald started, pressing his alarm button on his clock before scooting over on his bed to allow Huey to sit next to him. Huey hesitated for a moment before cuddling up next to his dad.
“... Dad?” Huey asked softly, looking up at Donald and Donald realized there were tears forming in his nephew's eyes. Donald frowned softly, gathering Huey in a tight hug.
“Whats wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” Donald asked softly, cradling his now 10 year old nephew. Huey shook his head softly and looked over at the window… at the moon hanging high in the sky. Donald swallowed hard, he couldn't have found out, could he??
“Do you ever feel like… There's just something missing?” Huey asked softly and Donald tensed up slightly. Huey noticed and looked towards his dad with a small frown.
“Dad..?” Huey asked after a bit and Donald sighed softly.
“I think I should show you something… I think you're old enough by now” Donald started softly, giving Huey a smile that seemed oddly sad. Donald gently picked Huey up, walking to his closet before setting him down and reaching up for a small box.
“A long.. long time ago, 10 years now already…” Donald started, frowning freely now. Huey tilted his head slightly as Donald pulled out a photo and kneeled down to Huey. He took a deep breath before gesturing for Huey to sit down. Huey raised an eyebrow but sat down next to his dad anyways, tilting his head curiously at the picture.
3 eggs
3 eggs?
Huey saw his dad standing on one side and a woman that looked like him on the other end. An old man stood in the middle, a wide smile on his face. Huey blinked a bit in surprise before looking over at his dad, who was.. Crying.
“Dad? What is this? who..” Huey started, looking back at the photo.
“That's… our family. Your family. Those eggs..? Those were.. were supposed to be..” Donald trailed off, wiping his eyes softly.
“You were supposed to be a Triplet.. That woman? That's your mom, my sister.. I'm.. I'm not your dad” Donald said, his voice hoarse. Huey's eyes widened. He stared at the photo, at the two eggs on his side.
His brothers?
Supposed to be?
Not his dad… ?
“Wh- No.. What?? No!” Huey started, standing up quickly and still holding the photo. He sniffled softly before looking over at his Dad.. Uncle? What was he?? Donald quickly got up next to him, gently pulling Huey into a hug and stroking his feathers softly.
“Hey, hey calm down, 1 2 3, remember?” Donald instructed softly, taking a deep breath and putting up three fingers. Huey followed after him, trying to think, trying to relax.
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It took a while, but eventually Huey calmed down. He sat in his.. Uncle's bed, the owner currently making some cookies for Huey.
He was supposed to be a Triplet. He was supposed to have two brothers. He was too busy freaking out about that fact, that he hadn't even asked his uncle what that meant. He was supposed to have two brothers. Not “you have two brothers” no, it was “you were supposed to have two brothers”.
What had happened to them? And to his mom? He wanted to know why his dad lied to him about being his dad. His mind was going a million miles a minute, thinking of every possibility, every scenario. It didn't help with his worries at all. He took a deep breath, grabbing his hat and wringing it anxiously.
“Ok, ok, calm down.. Assess the situation and find the calmest solution” Huey muttered quietly to himself, closing his eyes and counting to ten. He let out a slow, deep breath before he felt his Uncle’s mattress dip beside him. He opened his eyes to look at his Dad Uncle, holding a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies.
“How’re you doing? It’s a lot to take in, I’m sorry” Donald said softly, setting the plate of cookies on the bedside table. Huey looked down into his lap, reaching over and grabbing a cookie before munching on it silently. Donald sighed quietly before giving Huey a small smile.
“She was in the Junior woodchucks too, y’know?” Donald said softly, sitting beside Huey. Huey blinked a bit before looking back up at his Dad.
“...Really?” Huey asked in a small voice and Donald grinned a bit before nodding.
“She’d always drag me on adventures in the woods.. I miss it” Donald said softly and he felt Huey lean against him.
“What do you think…they’d be like?” Huey asked softly and Donald tilted his head slightly.
“Hm?” Donald asked quietly and Huey looked away bashfully
“My brothers I mean… what do you think they’d be like?” Huey asked softly and Donald smiled wider, gathering Huey in a hug and kissing his forehead softly.
“Just perfect.” Donald said softly and Huey felt his heart warm up a bit more.
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“AAAAHHH MMMMMOOOOOOOMMMMMMM” Turbo yelled out, running towards the ship, sliding under one of the legs and into Della’s arms.
“Woah there, kid! What’s up?!” Della asked, cradling her son’s face in her hands with a worried expression.
“That stupid bug’s back!” Turbo said, catching his breath before showing his arm, his star-patterned shirt had gained a new hole. Della narrowed her eyes before snarling and picking up a stray piece of metal.
“That's it! You can dissolve my ship all you want but don't you dare hurt MY kid!” Della yelled, rushing out from behind the ship. Turbo peeked out from behind the leg, watching as his mom bashed the moon-mite in the face. He grinned softly, stepping out and cheering Della on as she fought the beast. After a bit he looked away, trying to find something he could use to help Della. Finally he found a wrench and grinned, charging after his mom and the moon-mite.
“Raah!! Get off my mom!” Turbo yelled out, hitting the bug in the leg, making it stumble. From above he heard his mom laugh before she yelled.
“Heck ya, honey! Get those things legs, I'll go for its eyes!” Della exclaimed, climbing higher on top of the moon-mite. She dislodged her leg, hitting its eyes with it and making it screech. Eventually the thing toppled over, covering its eyes with a hiss before it started digging away again. Turbo panted softly before looking up at his mom with a wide smile. Della watched the direction the moon-mite went for a bit before turning to Turbo with a surprised expression.
Turbo blinked a bit, opening his mouth to ask if his mom was okay before he was scooped up by Della and spun around.
“Turbo, Honey! You did amazing!!! I didn't know you knew how to do that!!” Della exclaimed, setting her son down and cupping his face, her own plastered with a loving and proud expression.
“I’m so proud of you!! Oh my gosh!!” Della rambled and Turbo just chuckled, hugging his mom tightly.
“I learned from the best!” Turbo retorted, looking up at his mom with a loving expression. Della’s smile softened before she gently kissed Turbo’s forehead.
“That’s right, honey! You learned from the Della duck! Oh you’re gonna be the best adventurer when we get home!” Della exclaimed, picking Turbo up once more. Turbo giggled softly as his mom started walking them back inside.
However, one thing itched at the inside of Turbo’s head. His mom talked so much about going ‘home’... but Turbo only really saw the moon as his home.
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Turbo sat in his makeshift bed, two stuffed animals placed in front of him.
“Alright, guys. Game plan. How am I gonna tell mom I’m scared to go to Earth?” Turbo asked the green and red clad stuffies in front of him. He grumbled when he didn’t get a reply.
“Why’d I even ask you, you're no help” Turbo huffed before sighing softly. He looked down at the little plushies before he gathered them in a small hug.
“I wish I knew what you guys were like.. Or if you guys miss me just as much.. I haven’t even met you and I miss you! That’s just how good of siblings we are!” Turbo rambled, looking at the ceiling of the ship. Della was in the other room, reading up on the guide and muttering to herself. He figured it was just some quiet thoughts that she couldn't keep in her head. He did that sometimes, so it was probably the same for her.
He sighed as he closed his eyes, imagining what his brothers and family were like. He did his best but he could only really imagine red and green versions of himself which didn’t help much. He hadn’t even noticed he’d fallen asleep until the rocket started suddenly shaking and he shot up. He instinctively looked towards the cockpit, thinking his mom had somehow managed to start the plane even though they hadn’t gotten gold yet. But when he saw nobody there he really got worried. He hopped up from his bed, grabbing his plushies and his mom’s photo. He rushed to the entrance of the ship, looking out with a worried expression.
“Mom?!” He called out, seeing his mom fighting the moon-mite with something in her hand. Della gasped as she heard Turbo, looking over to him and grinning.
“Turbo! Hon, look!” Della announced proudly as she raised her hand and a golden glint hit Turbo’s eyes. He gasped softly before grinning widely, any previous fear of going back to Earth fallen at the sight.
“Gold!” He exclaimed and Della laughed before the moon-mite hit her side and sent her flying. Turbo gasped, his eyes wide in alarm.
“Mom!” He yelled out before the ship started moving more erratically and he fell back inside. He grunted as he hit his head, dropping the photo and one of the plushies. He gasped, reaching out for them before the ship started to fall. He cried out, falling towards the items before the ship hit the ground and he hit his head harder. He groaned before he closed his eyes again, getting knocked out.
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Louie sat in his and Webby’s room, pretending to be reading some ancient war technique book when he was actually messing with some gold pieces he took from Mr. McDuck’s office. He’d somehow convinced Webby to go to the library without him, claiming he was tired and wanted to get caught up on some self defense. He yawned softly, setting the book down and lying back. He stared up at the bottom of Webby’s bunk, blinking a bit as he realized something was off.
He sat back up, looking at the doorway and practically jumping out of his skin as he saw Mr. McDuck standing there. Louie put a hand over his heart, taking a few deep breaths before peeking out from his bunk.
“Mr. McDuck…?” Louie asked in alarm, he saw Scrooge look away briefly, as if bracing himself before he walked in. The feathers on the back of Louie’s neck stood up in alarm. Mr. McDuck almost never interacted with him, and only really did so when it was a special event or if he was in trouble.
“Woah, hey, if this is about the gold pieces, I was about to put them back! I’m Sorry!” Louie said, putting on his best, apologetic child act. Scrooge shook his head slightly, his Tophat placed eerily on his head so his eyes were covered, but if Louie looked hard enough he would see that there was anxiety written in them.
“Ah, no, no… it’s not about…Wait, pardon?” Mr. McDuck asked suddenly and Louie perked up, putting on a nervous grin.
“Nothing” Louie replied before he cleared his throat and hopped off his bunk. “Is.. is something wrong? You don’t ever, y’know, talk to me? Like ever?” Louie said, not being able to help the bitterness in his tone. Scrooge flinched slightly at it, but cleared his throat anyway.
“I wanted to…get to know you, Louie. I feel like we hardly-” Scrooge started, looking down. Louie interrupted him harshly.
“What, talk? Look, I get it. This rando kid gets dropped on your doorstep, you can’t exactly kick it to the curb. I can’t exactly blame you for wanting to ignore me.” Louie complained, crossing his arms. Scrooge frowned deeply, shaking his head softly.
“What? No, lad thats not-” Scrooge started, tilting his tophat back and Louie blinked a bit as he saw the anguish on the old ducks face.
“You’re more than just some poor child left on my doorstep, I promise you that.” Scrooge assured softly and Louie blinked a bit before narrowing his eyes.
“Oh ya? If that were true then you would think that you’d interact with me more, huh?” Louie retorted, scowling slightly. Scrooge held his cane tighter and Louie scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“I knew it. Just some rando kid on your doorstep.” Louie grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking past Scrooge. Scrooge hesitated slightly, swallowing hard before speaking up.
“You look just like your mother.” Scrooge said, trying to add an affectionate tone to his voice, but it seemed more shaky. Louie glanced back before narrowing his now teary eyes.
“God, I hope not.” Louie muttered, walking off without even questioning why Scrooge knew what his mother looked like.
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Louie covered his face with a groan, sitting in the seat next to Webby who’s jaw was dropped.
“You’re telling me…” Weby started, putting her hand over her beak before looking back at Louie. “That you had the opportunity to get more info about your family. Had the opportunity to talk to the Scrooge McDuck, the same person whose attention we’ve strived for our entire lives…. And you YELLED at him?!” Webby said with a flabbergasted expression and Louie groaned into his hoodie.
“I know!! I know! But I just- I got all worked up thinking about it and it just- flooded out!!” Louie exclaimed, hiding his face in his hands as Webby groaned. Eventually Webby took a deep breath and stood up with a determined expression.
“Okay! Just a little predicament, but we’ve still got the lead!” Webby exclaimed, looking over at Louie who finally looked up from his hoodie.
“Webby, I Yelled at him” Louie retorted but Webby only grinned wider.
“Ya, but he still wanted to talk to you! You’ve got this, Lou! If he wanted to talk then, he wants to talk now! Simple logic!” Webby exclaimed and Louie rolled his eyes.
“Simple logic my ass! I’m pretty sure simple logic is when somebody yells at you, you dont wanna talk to them anymore!” Louie said with a harumph and Webby chuckled, tackling him in a hug.
“Not by Scrooge logic!! You saw how he was when that one golden-haired woman came by! They yelled and argued forever, but I swear I saw them kiss!” Webby grinned and Louie stuck his tongue out in mock disgust.
“Pretty sure you were just blinded by hope, Webs” Louie replied, sitting back up and making Webby hop back to her chair.
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna talk to you! Here, I’ll make a bet right now! 10 dollars, if you walk into his office right now he’d talk to you for hours!” Webby said with a grin and Louie smirked back.
“20 dollars says otherwise.” Louie retorted and Webby chuckled.
“Deal!” Webby beamed, taking her brother’s hand and shaking it harshly. Louie chuckled, shaking Webby’s hand back with the same amount of force.
“Easy money, i’m telling you now” Louie said playfully and Webby stuck her tongue out at him.
“To quote the great Oliver Wendell Birdhouse Jr. 'If you don't know what you want, you will probably never get it'.” Webby quoted with a smirk and Louie rolled his eyes, grabbing the two coins from earlier and looking at the slight red and blue glint of them.