Hey, I'm back! Ok, this story is going to be a multi-chapter story and is the first of my stories to be a suggestion – from TheStoryImage.

I do not own Ducktales in any incarnation or shape or form.

Dewey was sitting on the windowsill staring out at the mansion grounds. "C'mon…" he muttered under his breath, one hand flat against the glass. "C'mon!"

"What are you 'c'mon-ing' for?" Dewey jumped and turned to see Louie calmly standing behind him, sipping a can of Pepsi.

"Geez, Louie, don't do that! You're gonna give me a heart attack!"

"Sorry." His younger brother took another sip, before asking. "So…what you doing?"

"I'm waiting for the postman." Dewey said, as if it should be obvious.

"Why are you-"

"Ooh! He's here! Yes!" The middle triplet leapt of the sill and ran to the door.

Beyond confused, Louie followed him. Dewey flung the door open with a flourish and a grin, before immediately frowning. "Oh, c'mon!"

"Dude, what is it!?" Louie said, irritably.

"The parcel hasn't turned up!"

"What parcel?"

Dewey looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. "The one they were supposed to deliver three days ago, you know. The one which has the costume inside? For tonight?"

"Oh!" Louie's face cleared in understanding. "For Launchpad's party tonight?"

"Yeah, exactly! How am I meant to go to a super-hero-themed birthday party if I don't have a super-hero outfit!?"

Louie nodded, his beak scrunched up in thought. "You could always ask if anyone has a spare one? Which before you ask, I don't" He hastily added.

"Like you'd let me borrow it if you did."

Louie gasped and dramatically flung a hand across his fore-head. "Honestly, Dewford, I'm hurt that you think so little of me!"

"Yeah, yeah. Where's Huey?"

"in our room, doing homework, where else?"

With that Dewey ran upstairs, shouting his older brother's name as he did so.

Said brother opened the door as Dewey got nearer, saying. "What is it, Dewey? I'm busy."

"Do you have a spare costume for tonight?"

"What? No, of course not. Why do you need one anyway?"

His immediate younger brother explained exactly why he needed one, complete with frantic hand-gestures.

At the end of it, Huey shrugged. "Well, sorry. I can't help you."

"Ack!" Dewey shook his hand at the ceiling. "So because the postal service is useless, I have to suffer!?"

"You could try Webby?"

Dewey shot his smirking brother a glare. "Oh yeah, if I wanted to go dressed as Black Widow! Or any other female superhero. Ugh. Oh Uncle Donald!" He brightened up as he spotted his uncle coming downstairs, with Scrooge and skidded to a stop just in front of them. "Do either of you have any spare costumes?"

"Sorry, Dewey."

Dewey turned pleading eyes on his great uncle, who shook his head. "Sorry laddie, even if I did, it wouldn't fit you. Mine's hand-tailored by the best in the business." Scrooge sounded proud of the fact.

Donald turned a sceptical eye on his uncle. "You? Spent money on something that wasn't strictly necessary? Who are you and what have you done with my Uncle Scrooge?"

Said uncle rolled his eyes. "I am noot a complete cheapskate ya know. I can spend a bit of money every noow and again. And it's not like Launchpad's thirty-first is ever going to happen again, is it?"

"Neither did mine, but that didn't stop you buying me the cheapest watch you could find-"

"-Does anyone have any idea where I can get a costume from!?" Dewey interrupted, waving his arms around to get their attention.

"Ask Launchpad." Louie said, from the top step of the stairs. "He's the superhero fanatic."

Dewey clicked his fingers at his younger brother. "Genius! I'll go now. I have enough time, don't I?"

"To get to the garage and back? Definitely. To find a costume if Launchpad can't help you. Heh." Louie drained the last of his soda, before saying. "Good luck."

With a last glare at his younger brother, Dewey ran off down the stairs.