Hey! Roxy Goth here. Hope you all are well.
So this story is a sequel to my story 'Into the Maize' I'm not sure whether it's vital you read that story first, but it might help.
This story does contain OC's later on in the chapter. 1 of them appeared in the prequel, the others haven't.
This story takes place quite a while after Into The Maize.
Webby – 14.
Triplets – 15.
I do not own Ducktales 2017, 87 or the comics. Actually let's just say I don't own anything Disney related and leave it at that, okay?
"Ah! Smell that guys?" Dewey said, as himself, Huey and Louie walked out the school gates. "That is the smell of freedom!"
Louie grinned. "I can just see the lazy days now. You, me, Huey and Webby chilling in front of the TV to our hearts content."
Huey frowned lightly, before reminding them. "We do have homework to do you guys. Mr Jones…"
"Oh, stuff Mr Jones." Dewey said, loudly, gaining the attention of a couple of other students. "It's the holidays! We're entitled to some fun!" He and Louie high-fived.
Huey seemed like he was about to say something, but thought better of it. "Yeah, we are." He held his hands out and they did a three-way high-five.
Laughing the slung their arms round one another shoulders and walked out the gate triumphantly.
Ten minutes later they were nearing the local park. Louie had his phone out and was texting.
"Webby." He said, seeing his brothers curious look. "I asked her to meet us there." His phone pinged, he looked at the text and smiled. "Looks like she beat us to it."
"Why am I not surprised?" Huey said, rhetorically as they turned into the gate.
Webby waved from the basket-swing. "Over here! C'mon, one of you push me!"
As Dewey headed over to oblige her, Louie said to his oldest brother, "Aren't we getting just a tad too old for this?"
Huey shrugged non-committedly said, pointedly. "Do you wanna tell her?"
Louie paled and looked to where Webby and Dewey were laughing. "No fear."
"So do you know what we're doing during the holidays?" Webby said, fairly loudly.
Dewey scrunched his beak up and said. "Dunno really. We've not got anything planned. What about you and Beakley?"
Webby leaned back and lay full across the swing, saying as she did so. "I think we've got that training course coming up in a couple of weeks. So we'll be away for two nights then. Apart from that I'm not sure."
"What do you even do there?" Louie asked him and Huey coming over just in time to hear the last little bit of the conversation.
Webby expertly leapt off the swing, landing on her feet and turning to face the boys. "Well…I could tell you…but then I'd have to kill you." She put her head on one side and said sweetly. "And you wouldn't want that, would you?"
The boys quickly shook their heads and Dewey carried on.
"We'll probably end up doing something. We live with Scrooge McDuck for crying out loud. The guys addicted to adventure."
"Look who's talking." Huey and Louie said together.
Dewey grinned and held his hands up. "Okay, okay, I walked into that one. But we'll find something to do. Now, let's get home and see if we can persuade Uncle Donald to take us to the ice-cream pallor as celebration. C'mon, let's go!"