"Hey, Dewey, where did you put all the drinks?" Huey asked.

"In the fridge." Dewey replied.

"Huey, grab me a glass of malk." Louie requested.

"We don't have any malk, but I can get you some milk." Huey said, opening the fridge.

"That's what he just said." Dewey said.

"Yeah, I just want some malk." Louie said.

"Nah, you're saying it wrong. You're saying malk like it's a disease." Huey corrected.

Dewey laughed to himself. "How do you say it?"

"I'm saying the way everyone ought to say it, milk: M-I-L-K." Huey said.

"Right! Lie 2 percent." Dewey said.

"Right. Like whole malk." Louie said.

"No, no, no, no, no. Say milkshake." Huey said, starting to get frustrated.

"Milkshake." Louie said.

"Okay, now say milk."

"…Malk." Louie said.

Huey put his hand on his forehead. He soon put it down and asked Dewey, "Are you hearing this?"

"Yeah." Said Dewey. "He wants a glass of molk."

"Molk? " Huey repeated.

Dewey raised his voice. "Give him the milk, Huey!"

"Dewey," Donald stood in the doorway, looking at all three of the triplets. "inside voices please."

"Sorry, Uncle Donald." Dewey apologized. "My brothers…"

Donald walked away.

"Huey!" Louie shouted. "Pour me. A glass. Of malk!"

"Why are you yelling at me?" Huey asked, pointing to himself.

"Just give him the molk!" Dewey said.

"You guys aren't even saying the same thing!" Huey said.

"We're all saying malk, Huey." Louie said.

"No, you're saying malk." Huey pointed to Dewey. "You're saying-"

"MOLK!" Dewey interrupted, also shouting.

Louie and Dewey continued shouting malk and molk, just to annoy Huey-which they succeeded at.

Eventually, Huey shouted, "Shut up! Shut. Up!" Huey pulled out a gun and pointed it at himself.

Dewey and Louie pulled put guns as well. "Huey put it down!" they said.

"You guys are going to shoot me if I shoot myself? That doesn't make any sense!" Huey shouted.

Dewey and Louie looked at each other and pointed the guns toward themselves, Louie having to make Dewey's gun point to him because Dewey had still pointed it at Huey.

"Put your guns away!" Huey shouted.

"Put it down, Huey!" Dewey also shouted.

"I'm going to kill myself over this!" Huey commented out loud.

"I'm so happy that you guys were my brothers!" Louie shouted.

"AAAAHHHH!" all three shouted together.

-bAcK tO ThE pReSeNt—

Huey looked down at the script. "And then, after that, we pull the trigger. All of us."

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I hope to get a new chapter of Dance of Dreams out soon. For right now though, this is what you all get. I made a few changes from the original, obviously.

The link to the original is right here: /ty62YzGryU4