Day One- Big Brother Day. Technically I should have put this on here on Saturday, since that was Big Brother Day, but oh well. You should read the fanfictions the people wrote on tumblr, they were awesome!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the ducktales characters, or the idea for Huey Week.

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"I just can't believe I missed out on the opportunity to ask all the questions I've been wanting answers to about scrooge!" Webby said as they pulled into the driveway of the mansion. "I mean, those were his actual parents and I didn't ask them one single question!"

"We know Webby," Huey told her. "We were there."

"And even if we weren't, this is the fifth time you've started this rant. If we didn't know before, we definitely know now," Louie said.

"You know, Webby," Dewey said. "I could tell you all the stuff Scrooge's mom told us about his childhood. She told us a lot, and I remember most of it."

Webby turned to stare at him, her beak open. "She told you guys about his childhood? Why didn't you tell me on the ride home?!"

"You were busy ranting. I didn't want to interrupt and-"

"You could have interrupted me for that! Come on!" She grabbed his wrist. "Lets go to my room so you can tell me everything!" she dragged him from the car as soon as Launchpad stopped, sprinting for the mansion with Dewey in tow.

Huey rolled his eyes. "We should probably go with them to fill in what Dewey forgets. Webby will never forgive him if he leaves something out." He started to get out, but Louie spoke up behind him.

"Uh, Huey, before we go with Dewey and Webby, can we talk in our room first?"

Huey looked back at him, and caught sight of Louie's face. He looked nervous- not a normal trait for him. Fear and terror, yes. Nervousness, no.

"Sure," he said. "I'll get some pep and chips and meet you there."

"Okay." they both climbed out of the limo and headed for the mansion. When they made it inside, Huey walked to the kitchen and opened the cupboard and grabbed two bags of chips. He tucked them under his arms, then grabbed a couple cans of pep.

He closed the door with his foot, then left the kitchen and walked to the bedroom he shared with his brothers. Louie had shut the door- probably for privacy from anyone who happened to walk by.

Huey looked down at the pep in his hands, then at the door knob. He thought of several ways to get the door open, but none of them would work, or they'd have a bad consequence. Finally, he put the pep in his right hand between his chest and left arm to hold it. He twisted the door knob and walked inside.

"I'm here Louie," he said, setting the food down on the floor. When he stood, he saw that Louie was sitting on Huey's bed with his arms wrapped around his knees.

Concern lacing his features, Huey took a step closer. "Hey, Lou? Are you okay?"

"I'm alright, I just wanted to talk to you." Louie looked up at his brother. "Huey, how do you feel about what Dewey said about mom?"

"I don't know," Huey admitted, sitting next to him. "I had an idea in my head of what she might be like, you know? So Dewey telling us what she was really like… it's kind of weird."

"Yeah," Louie agreed. "So did I." he put is hands in his pockets and looked away.

"That's not what you wanted to talk about, is it?" Huey asked gently.

"No," Louie said sighing. "I've forgiven Dewey, and I think I get why he didn't tell us, but…" he looked at Huey, his eyes welling up a bit.

"I know," Huey said quietly, putting an arm around the younger duck. "I'm still conflicted on that myself. I didn't have time to really think it over when he told us- everything happened so fast. The arguing, the demon dog, getting separated and then reuniting to fight it off…"

Louie nodded, laying his head on Huey's shoulder. "He really apologized, too, instead of just trying to defend his actions like usual. That's how I know he really feels bad about what he did."

"That's what helped me forgive him," Huey admitted. He glanced at Louie. "You know, if you ever want to talk about anything that you don't feel comfortable discussing with anyone else, you know you can come to me, right?"

"I do," Louie said, smiling back. "Why do you think I asked to talk?"

Huey squeezed Louie's shoulders, then let go and got to his feet. He smiled at his brother. "Let's go see how Dewey's doing with Webby. We could ask her to tell us what she knows about mom- maybe that would stop her flow of questions- at least temporarily." Louie smiled back.

"Good idea! She's just as excited to give information as she is to learn it." he got to his feet and grabbed a can of pep and one bag of chips, while Huey grabbed the others.

Together, the pair walked to Webby's room. Huey smiled as he watched his younger brother walk ahead. The brothers might argue sometimes, but Huey knew that whenever they needed him for anything, he would be there to help out. Helping his brothers, and Uncle Donald too, was one of the parts about being the oldest triplet that he loved the most.