Hi, everyone, MarcellusMiro66 here! The plot details are listed below:

Plot: When Webby and Uncle Donald are captured by the Beagle Boys (who are in cahoots with Flintheart Glomgold), the three brothers and Uncle Scrooge decide to take the law into their hands. Dewey in particular is aggressively driven to save them both that he makes a deal with Lena, who is revealed to an expert on the supernatural.
Characters:
Scrooge McDuck (voiced by David Tennant): The granduncle of his nephew's nephews.
Huey Duck (voiced by Danny Pudi): The oldest of the three brothers.
Dewey Duck (voiced by Ben Schwartz): The middle child of the three brothers. His obsession for justice (and his conflict towards vengeance) drives the plot, which soon brings him and his family into conflict with two particular officers contributing to the case.
Louie Duck (voiced by Bobby Moynihan): The youngest of the three brothers.
Webby Vanderquack (voiced by Kate Micucci): The granddaughter of Mrs. Beakley whose kidnapping (along with Donald) kick-starts the main events.

Donald Duck (voiced by Tony Anselmo): The uncle of Huey, Dewey, and Louie whose capture (along with Webby) kick-starts the main events.
Bertina Beakley (voiced by Toks Olagundoye): The maternal grandmother of Webby who (like Dewey) is conflicted between letting the police force handle the situation or joining Mr. McDuck and his great-nephews in their quest for vengeance.
Lena (voiced by Kimiko Glenn): The niece of a powerful sorceress whom Dewey makes a deal with in order to save Webby...and Donald.

Genre
: A 70s/90s Action Thriller in the vein of The Warriors (1979) and Hard Boiled (1992); A Supernatural/Horror Thriller in the vein of The Changeling (1980) and Unbreakable (2000); and A Psychological Drama in the vein of Death Wish (1974) and Taxi Driver (1976)

Rated: R (for graphic violence, strong language, and mature themes)
Running Time: 10 to 15 Chapters

Enjoy! If you can...


Part 1: "The One"

("One" Metallica)

Dewey continued to run into the forest as Webby told him to go on. At first he didn't want to, for he saw it to be a dishonorable coward who seemed fit to save his own skin. He beat a few of the Beagle Boys for a few moments before Webby practically ordered him to run as if his life completely depended on it...which it did. So here he was, sprinting deep into the forest with the 6th Avenue Meanies hot on his tail. It was dark and rainy, a weather trend that continue for the rest of the week, making it difficult to see properly and navigate through the woodland. Dark, rainy, and freezing were NOT a very good combination.

He could hear the voices of his pursuers nearing closer, so he forced himself to pick up the pace in order to close the remaining distance. He was almost home free. Spotting a cliff nearby, he made a split-second decision and took a hard left. Considering himself incredibly lucky that there was a river at the bottom that lead to the beach, he hit the water hard and was swept away by the rushing waves.

He saw nothing but dark water before losing consciousness.

Approximately a hour later, an unconscious Dewey washed up at the shore, his face buried in the sand. Numerous thoughts ran through his head, not even attempting woke up and pushed himself up.

"Dewey...!"

Dewey's eyes groggily opened as he noticed an approaching shape from the corner of his right eye. As it came closer, he saw that the shape was a girl – a girl with partially-dyed pink hair, purple eyeshadow, a black-and-grey striped shirt above a mint-colored collared shirt, and a pair of green-and-white sneakers. 'Not Webby...'

"Lena...?"

Lena crouched down to Dewey and placed two fingers on his neck, checking for a pulse. When she found it, she breathed a sigh of relief before proceeding to carry him.

"Jesus. For a 10-year-old, you weigh around 100."

"... W...We..."

"What?"

"W...Webby..."

"Don't worry, Dewey. Mr. McDuck and Mrs. Beakley are talking with the police as we speak. They'll find her soon... I hope..."

Although that last part was meant to be a murmur, Dewey clearly heard what Lena said. His concerns only grew once he recognized her tone as uncertainty. What if they didn't find her soon? Or even at all...?

'Oh, Webby... I'm sorry...'


Aside from the police themselves, news reporters and their crew surrounded McDuck Manor, setting up their equipment for their breaking story. All the while, they duked it out with each other as if one news reporter crew owned the joint before the other. It got so out of hand that the police force had to utilize a combination of ballistic shields, smoke bombs, and tear gas in order to keep them in line.

Louie watched from his bedroom window in complete fear and disdain; as much as he want popularity behind his beck and call, this was pushing it too far. Not a little, but entirely. The rest of the family were downstairs in the living room; Uncle Scrooge and Mrs. Beakley were talking with the police about determining the location of the kidnappers and the kidnapped, while Launchpad was sitting on the couch comforting a sobbing Huey, who was lamenting that he had failed his responsibility as the eldest of the four. In short, he was unable to protect Dewey and Webby from the Beagle Boys, who had presumably taken them hostage along his Uncle Donald as a result...and he blamed himself for it, despite the consistent denials of such from his family. Surprisingly enough, Louie found himself supporting Huey and remaining optimistic that the police will do their jobs.

I hope...

THUNK!

Louie yelped and leaped back in horror as a bloodied hand pressed against the window. Hesitating to open it up, he finally did once Dewey's half-awake face came into view. He propped it up and pulled him in, his surprise increased when his helper came in after him.

"Lena? What are you doing here?"

"I found Dewey wiped out on the beach. So I went to the only place who can...properly help him."

"Well, why didn't you just use the front door?"

"Dude, have you seen the outside yet? With so many new reporters vs. police officers brawls out there, it's resembling an effing battlefield by the second." Lena helped Louie place Dewey on his bed, doing her best to slow the bleeding. "Plus, it wasn't easy; I almost got caught."

Louie tilted his head as if to say 'Yeah, you got a point there' as he helped Lena tend to Dewey before he was instructed to find Uncle Scrooge and, if he could, Mrs. Beakley. She, meanwhile, grabbed warm, wet towels and placed them atop of Dewey's forehead and stomach, which housed the most injuries courtesy of the Glam Yankees. She used the rest of them to dry him up. As much as she didn't care in the slightest about the concept of family, she did this for Webby's sake as much as her own. Plus, if she had seen her boyfriend as such an utter wreck, her grudge against the dog-eat-dog family of criminals would just cut her even deeper.

"Lena!"

She frowned at the sound of that all-too-familiar voice in the room with her. Turning around to face her shadow, it came to live with a very lively frown.

"What?"

"What are you doing? This wasn't part of the plan!"

"Of course not, Aunt Magica; it's part of mine."

"Oh? And what does this plan entail? Don't say 'Playing the long game'."

"Me helping Uncle Scrooge and his family save Webby is just another way of earning their trust. Besides, if you waited for God knows how long to seek your revenge, I'm sure you can wait a little longer."

"... Are you blackmailing me?"

"If that's what this must come down to...yes."

"Hmm... Very well. I will let you continue on with your "plan"."

"Really?"

"But I'm keeping an eye on you. No funny tricks; that's my job."

"Yes, Aunt Magica."

"Good. You know...it's not everyday that you often see a family member take some inspiration from another."

"What?"

"I'm proud of you, Lena, in spite of our...differences on whose side to take."

"... Thank you, Aunt Magica."

"I'll see you soon. Remember...I'll be watching."

The anthropomorphic shadow reverted back to Lena's own. Sighing solemnly under her breath, Lena turned to find Dewey still sleep and then back around to an arriving Louie with Uncle Scrooge, Mrs. Beakley, Huey, and Launchpad in tow.

"Dewey!" Huey was the first to rush over and shook his second brother in an attempt to wake him up. Mrs. Beakley, however, would have none of it.

"Huey, let Dewey rest. He'll tell us more when he recovers." Turning towards Lena, she nodded in appreciation. "Thank you, Lena."

She herself could only nod back and stare at the wooden floor. I figured she would ask me how or why I was here.

"Come to think of it...how and why did you come here, Lena?"

Nope, that was Louie's job. Wow, the guy has a lot of questions, doesn't he?

"I was out by the beach for a walk." Lena told the truth...mostly. "I then saw Dewey wash up to the shore. I wanted to take him to a hospital, but the nearest one was two miles too far; your place was much closer."

"I see," Scrooge nodded in understanding as he walked over to Lena and patted her shoulder. "Thank you, Lena. We now have one less hostage to worry about."

"But Uncle Scrooge, what about Webby and Uncle Donald? We have to do something!"

"And we will, young lad," Scrooge reassured Huey, "But not yet. Let the police do their job before we do something reckless." Walking over to Dewey and softly placing a backhand on his forehead, he sighed softly and turned to the two adults in the room. "Let Dewey have his rest."

Uncle Scrooge left the room with Mrs. Beakley and Launchpad trailing behind.

"Mr. McDuck...you're not saying what I think you're saying...are you?"

"... I am, Beakley."

An uncomfortable silence accentuated by the shock it came with followed. To both of their surprise, it was Launchpad who voiced his concerns towards his boss's suggestion.

"Uh, Mr. McD? I know I'm not smart or anything, but...isn't that illegal? Like...'5-to-10-years-in-prison' illegal?"

"Yes, Launchpad."

"I'm sorry, Mr. McD, but...that is dangerously arrogant. You're talking about taking the law into your own hands. You'll be risking your image and reputation...right?"

Scrooge's frown softened before he responded, "Launchpad...there are far more important things in life than both of them."

Scrooge then walked away towards his personal quarters and slammed the door behind him, Mrs. Beakley and Launchpad exchanging worried glances as he did so.

Huey had eavesdropped on the cut-short but crucial conversation while Louie and Lena were both tending to Dewey. The thoughts that plagued his mind were not too dissimilar to the subject the three adults were discussing. Taking the risk into their own hands? Who would've thought? But why? I thought Uncle Scrooge trusted the law enough to let them perform their duties. Then again, the three of us plus Webby know him better than them. Harsh, but it was also the truth...mostly.

Why do I get the feeling that he isn't telling us something?

"W...Webby..."

Huey turned back to find Dewey tossing and turning as he awoke from his sleep. He ran over just as Louie and Lena did, but realized something. "Guys! Give him some space!" Placing one soft backhand atop his forehead, he and the others watched his eyes flicker open. The following events were instantaneous.

As if he had recovered just like that, Dewey's eyes shot open as just his entire body shot up from his bed. Ignoring the many bruises and sutures that decorated his entire torso (or perhaps, not caring at the moment), he scanned the room for his friend with a facial expression clearly that of panic and anxiety.

"Webby?! Webby, where are you?! WEBBY!"

To everybody's surprise (and his own), it was Huey who shook some sense into Dewey when he got out of hand. "Dewey! Get ahold of yourself!" When he was certain that he was calmed down, Huey escorted a softly breathing Dewey back to his bed. It was here that the dam that held back the blue duckling's tears broke, accentuated by him burying his face into his hands. The red duckling's big brother instinct took over and he responded with a comforting hug, which his sibling reciprocated as he continued crying.

All the while, Louie and Lena watched on with concerned glances before the three adults rushed back into the room to investigate the commotion. Their panicked expressions that feared the worst softened at the sight of Dewey awake, alive, and well. Uncle Scrooge approached Dewey and was granted a chance to hug him the minute Huey was finished.

"Uncle Scrooge... We have to find her..."

"We will, Dewey... We will..."


Cold.

This is how it felt to her.

To him.

To them both.

Webby's eyes groggily opened as she tried to sat up. Her eyes opened even further upon realizing that she couldn't even move; glancing down, she found her restraints to be consisted of tight rope and a ball and chain fastened to her legs. Therefore, the only motion she could perform at the most was squirm, but it wouldn't do her some good in the slightest. She was in a separate cage a few feet away from Donald, who arguably had it worse. For his binding objects, the Beagle Boys decided on a shock collar and straitjacket. She had a terrible feeling down below that she end up with those dastardly devices along with him.

BAM!

A powerful blast of a punch knocked Webby back into reality. She shouted out in pain as the wind was knocked out along with her. She couldn't see who exactly her attackers were, but she could clearly see that she was practically defenseless against them because of her harnesses. Well, that, and she could assume from the get-go that it was them.

However, she didn't quite assume that they would do this.

CHOMP!

Her eyes widened in horror as the disturbing realization hit her like a sniper bullet: Bouncer was attempting to rip off her arm.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Fortunately for her, the pain only lasted for so long that Big Time and Burger pulled him off of her before any further damage could done...

THUNK!

...but her being knocked into unconsciousness again was the side effect.

'Oh, Granny... Uncle Scrooge... Dewey, where are you...?' Webby thought as her eyes fell.

'I need you...'