Author's Note: Woo-oo, everyone! This is my first DuckTales fanfiction, and I have to say, I'm really excited to write this! But before I introduce the story, I have to say how engrossed I am with this reboot. Oftentimes, I watch the original before the reboot ( ex: BMW, then GMW ), but, for DuckTales, I prefer the reboot over the original. Something about it seems … fresh! Don't get me wrong; the original's in the hearts of many, but it is my humble opinion that DuckTales 2017 is the better of the duo. Oh, and please review/favorite!

Disclaimer: I do not own the DuckTales franchise or the characters, but, honestly, I wish I did.

A Bedtime Story: Ch. 1

"Welp, we're off!" Scrooge McDuck, richest duck in the world, owner of McDuck Industries, winner of the gold medal in CheapSakeness, and the new Methusalah ( both titles proclaimed by Llewyn Duck ), proudly said, marching towards the door. His grown-up nephew, Donald Duck, smiled and picked up his luggage.

"Take good care!" he blabbered, waddling off to the limousine in his dark, nautical uniform. Before leaving the mansion, Scrooge turned around to see his long-lost niece, Della Duck, and her sons standing behind her. His eyes became glossy with tears-this was the first time he was leaving her home alone with the kids! Especially after she had been lost in space for a little more than ten years*!

"Stay safe, Della," he softly said, waving.

"Oh, we will, old man," she winked, flipping her long, white hair back. "The boys will be fine; Mrs. B will be fine, and-what's that girl's name? Abbigail?-will be fine, too. I'll be fine. Don't worry."

"I know, I know," Scrooge sighed, leaning onto his cane. "It's just … I miss you so much. And here's your chance to be a mother again." He shared a good hug with her, brushing hair from her face. "But, in spite of everything, whatever you do …"

"Here comes the waterworks …," whimpered Llewyn "Louie" Duck, the triplet known for being manipulative and wearing green hoodies … or green anything, really.

" … DON'T TOUCH ME MONEY!" Scrooge shrieked, tapping Della on the head with his cane.

"And … now it's gone," Hubert "Huey" Duck, the triplet ( who, not to mention, was the oldest ) who was known for being over analytical and donning a red anything with his cap, rolled his eyes.

"We should've seen that coming, honestly," Dewford "Dewey" Duck shrugged, arms akimbo. He was the middle triplet, the one known for donning blue and was the "daring" of the trio. … Also the most excited to see his mother! She had been home for two months, and yet, he still wanted to make a good first impression!

"QUIET, LAD!" Scrooge barked, storming out of the mansion. Truly, it was marvelous, thanks to the help of Mrs. Beakley and Ducksworth. The manor was decorated with elaborate paintings of McDuck's ancestors and relatives; the floors were gleaming clean with oak wood floors; the second floor was held up by alabaster pillars; every inch of it was … marvelous!

"Well, now that Uncle Scrooge is gone," Louie grinned maliciously, rubbing his hands together, "we can have an amazing time!"

"Nope!" Della shook her head, adjusting her aviator goggles. "You three have to hit the hay … like Webbigail! Such a good role model, right?"

"Right," Dewey nodded, feeling squirmy at the sound of Webby Vanderquack's given name. For some reason, it made his feathers moisten, his eyes dilate ( Might want to get that checked out! ), and his beak turn a shade of crimson. "She's only asleep now because she wants to wake up early and ask you tons of questions before we do!"

"Ah, that sounds like her," Della laughed. "But, yeah, the three of you need some sleep. Like, now."

"Ah, phooey!" the trio said in unison.

Thirty minutes later, after her three ducklings settled into their bunk beds ( "Of all the rooms in the mansion, why do they share one?" Della asked in confusion. ), Della sighed with relief. She had been working so hard to gain their affection, and yes, these past months had been awkward; with her going to the Moon and all! But she was going to be the excellent mom.

She was going to be the best mom.

She was going to be the Dellatastic-

"Mom, I can't sleep."
Della turned around to see Dewey Duck wide awake. He rubbed his eyes, clad in his blue pyjamas, and sat up to see her. Della sighed, rubbing her temples, and climbed up to Dewey's bed.

"What's the matter, Dewdrop*?" Della cuddled next to him. "Nightmares?"

"No," Dewey shook his head. "I just can't sleep." His eyes lit up. "You were a famous adventurer … can you tell me one of your stories? You know, ones that don't have to do with El Dorado or killing our family."

Della smiled nervously. "Oh, no. I got a good story, uh huh! And this one has to do with building our family."

"How?" Huey asked, suddenly awake.

"I'm listening 'cause I have nothing better to do," Louie lied, looking down at Dewey's bunk.

"This story has to do with … your dad!" Della grinned.

Silence.

"WHAT?"

*insert DuckTales 2017 theme song here*

Author's Note: And … cliffhanger! Don't worry! Chapter 2 should be on it's way in no time! Gosh, I really love this TV series; if it ends, I'm destroying my house! So … how'd you like the story? Who's your favorite duck? What do you think will happen in the next chapter? If there's anything you suggest, please do it kindly in the review section and please favorite!

* I made them a little more than ten in this story, because I still cannot get over the fact that they're ten! They look, act, and sound thirteen or twelve to me!

* This is my favorite nickname for Dewey. Although I love all of the characters ( especially Scrooge and Launchpad ), I love Dewey the most! And Webby!

That being said …

I love you all 3000,

RomanionWarrior783

Woo-oo!