Mission: Truth
Huey's pov
I watch from inside the mansion as my brothers are swimming outside.
Louie is relaxing on a float till Dewey knocks him over.
They then have a splash fight.
I sigh.
I'm staying inside reading.
Not a bad thing if you are me, but I'd rather be in the pool with my brothers.
They seem to have some kind of connection with each other that any other triplet doesn't have with others.
That's partly my fault.
I play big brother too much.
I don't play their silly games or be ridiculous loud singing cartoon songs.
'Teen Titans Go' is their personal favorite with each other.
They have their own favorite shows, but this one is the one they only watch together and refuse to watch if the other isn't there.
I pretended to be Dewey one night and Louie rolled his eyes and walked away.
He knows who is who.
It's important to Dewey, so it's important to him.
I get them easily confused a lot.
Even though they are pretty much opposites.
When they decide to match and say things at the same time with the same motions, I don't think there's a way to tell them apart.
They just have this thing where they can pretty much be each other.
I watch as Dewey grabs a noodle and Louie swims away quickly.
They are laughing and having fun.
It's their one day a week that they only focus on each other.
I feel like it's every day though.
"Well I obviously can't do that! It would tear them apart!" I hear Uncle Donald shout from the other room.
Maybe I should just go check it out.
"They need to know Donald. You can't hide this from the forever." Uncle Scrooge tells Uncle Donald.
They don't notice me standing there.
"Well if I told the kids they aren't really triplets, it would affect them all! I should have known they would be too smart to hide it from." Uncle Donald sighs.
Tear apart?
Not really triplets?
This must mean either Dewey or Louie isn't really a triplet!
Which one is my twin though?
I sneak away and back towards the window.
Louie is shorter than me by an inch or two unlike Dewey.
Maybe Louie is actually younger than us.
He's smart then because he is in our grade!
Why would Uncle Donald hide this from us?
I walk outside.
"Oh no! An intruder! Attach!" Dewey shouts.
Louie and him rush to get out of the pool and grab their battle gear.
Uh oh.
Dewey fires a dart gun and it locks the door.
They both pick up a cross sash thing with water guns across it and put it on.
They hold a dart gun and grab a fake sword.
Great.
"Lure him into the trap!" Louie calls out.
They high five and come at me from both directions backing me up.
Louie shoots a dart at me when I try and move away.
Dewey swings his sword and they keep walking towards me.
I back up till something tightens around my ankle.
"Uh oh." I sigh.
I'm pulled up by my ankle while the other side of the trap which is a net filled both plastic balls from a ball pit spills out.
They go all over the ground.
I watch as Dewey fires a dart at the security camera making it turn the opposite direction.
Louie grabs a water gun and squirts it at an unlit light thing on the side of the shed out here.
The light stars flashing and sprinklers come on.
I get soaked.
"Hey! Uncool! I don't wanna get wet!" I complain.
"Ok. Good thing we aren't done!" Louie smirks.
Dewey and him cross directions and run.
Dewey dives into the pool and touches something at the bottom.
Louie fires a dart at a few different slingshot things equipped with pie.
The slingshots come unattached from what it's attached to and fires so the pies hit me.
I soon look above me at what is going on.
Dewey has a rope in his hand that he retrieved from the bottom of the pool.
"What now?!" I yell.
"The glue and glitter go all over you." Dewey informs me.
"What glue and glitter?" I ask.
Dewey laughs and pulls the rope.
A bucket over head pours out all this glue and glitter all over me when Dewey does this.
Louie then hands Dewey something I can't exactly see because of all the stuff rudely poured on me.
Suddenly, I'm falling to the ground.
I hit it hard.
"Next time, don't mess with us on Dewey and Louie day!" Louie shrugs and they jump back in the pool like nothing happened.
"Well one of you isn't really a triplet!" I blurt out.
"What do you mean?" Dewey asks.
"Our mom had twins. Not triplets. One of us is an older or younger sibling." I explain.
I mentally slap myself for this.
Louie, of course, starts to cry.
It's just what he does.
Dewey is just confused.
"Wait, how are we the same age?" He questions.
"We aren't. We've been lied to." I admit.
Louie gasps.
"Someone used lying against me? Well played." He fries and goes back to his normal personality.
"Huh? Then how are we all in the same grade?" Dewey smirks.
"Someone got moved up or held back!" I yell.
"Mhm mhm so then how are we identical?" Dewey points out.
"Because all of our species are identical! Uncle Donald and Uncle Scrooge have the exact same face if you put the in the same clothes." I growl.
"Alright so..." Dewey starts to ask another question.
"No! Please stop." I sigh.
Dewey laughs and throws his arm around Louie.
"Lou and I know we can't be separated because we aren't the twins." Dewey smiles.
"Wait, I'm not your twin?!" Louie shoves Dewey's arm off.
"Well it took you the longest to walk, talk, read, and everything in between." Dewey says.
"LAZINESS. Have you ever heard of LAZINESS?" Louie emphasizes.
"Well you are a bit shorter than us." I notice.
"Hey!" Louie crosses his arms.
"You also act enough like a baby to be our younger brother." I nod.
Louie walks away upset with us.
He's probably gonna go whine to Uncle Donald.
"You messed up Dewey and Louie day!" Dewey shouts at me.
"Hey! You were the one who said you weren't the twins and started pointing out some of his flaws." I frown.
"Yeah. Do you think I care about his flaws though? We are so close that I don't care if there's a year or two between us. I hope you are the odd one out!" Dewey stomps away.
That's great.
I walk into the manor greeted by the adults gasping.
"You forgot it was Dewey and Louie day?" Beakly asks me handing me a towel.
"No. I just wanted to crash it. Uncle Donald, I wanna know who the twins are." I point at him.
Everyone gasps again and is silent.
"What?! I've been lied to my whole life! I wanna know." I demand.
"Huey..." Uncle Donald starts out.
"It's me, isn't it? I've always been the one left out. Acting to old and all. And the twin rivalry curse activated between Dewey and Louie." I list.
"Twin rivalry curse?!" Uncle Donald yells.
"Answer my question!" I raise my voice to that tone.
"Yes. Yes it is. You are their older brother. You are 14, they are 13." Uncle Donald admits.
It hurts.
"Wow. To be lied to and even held back grades? It's unfair." I tell them.
I run off to my room and lock the door.
I fall on my bed and lay there a while just thinking.
Boom!
My door gets knocked down.
"Hey Huey! Time to get payback for ruining our day and our lives!" Dewey and Louie sing.
I can't tell them apart.
They move and talk the same!
I gasp as they pull out real guns rather than the dart ones from earlier.
They hold the guns to my chest and chant, "Stupid Huey stupid Huey stupid Huey!"
Wait, what?
All of a sudden, I think they fire a bullet because something hits me hard in the chest and the world blurs away.
"Stupid Huey stupid Huey stupid Huey wake up!" I hear Dewey yell bouncing on top of me.
Huh?
"Big brother!" Louie jumps onto the bed and hugs me.
"You seemed to be having a bad dream when we came in here." Dewey tells me.
"We did something stupid so we came to you and you were like throwing things everywhere and yelling..." Louie looks to Dewey.
"Don't kill me!" Dewey acts out.
Louie half smiles and Dewey laughs then fades off laughing.
The both get under the covers positioned on either side of me.
They also both lay their heads on whatever shoulder they are beside.
"What's up with this?" I ask them.
"We are sick." Dewey explains.
Eww.
"And you come to me because..." I ask.
"We want you to fix it. Eating challenge was a horrible idea." Louie groans.
"You started off Dewey Louie day like this?" I ask them.
"Thanks for remembering! We woke up at 3:00, the Devil's hour, to do some challenges!" Dewey exclaims.
"So I'm guessing you are fine but Louie is being dramatic about this?" I guess.
"Yep!" Dewey says in his funny voice.
"By the way, we may have thrown up in the kitchen...and dining room." Dewey nervously laughs.
"That's great." I frown.
"So...if that was just a dream I had...then are we still triplets?" I fidget.
"What? Of course Huey! Don't be stupid!" Dewey hits me with a pillow.
Louie groans as he does this.
"So also, we may not have cleaned up after ourselves..." Dewey implies.
Yep.
These are my brothers.
I don't know what I would do without them.
"Don't worry about that." I tell Dewey.
"What about your day? We will ruin it! And we don't want Uncle Donald to find out we are sick because of his reaction." Dewey points out.
"I'll take care of you. There's no where I would rather be than with my brothers no matter what we are doing." I smile.
"Good. Now could you maybe go get the trashcan or something?" Dewey holds his stomach.
I frown.
A/N
I got this idea from a Ducktales comic book where they are doing a garage sell and find this helmet thing. The helmet activates this twin rivalry thing between Dewey and Louie. At first, I was really gonna keept hem to where they are twins and Huey is older, but I decided not to in the end. I'll admit my grandmother didn't want me to make them be anything but triplets, so it happened. I sometimes read her my stories and she gives me feedback. Lol. Anyways, I won't be on this week most likely, so if this seemed a bit rushed, I'm sorry. I just wanted some stories up for y'all. Thanks for reading and please review!