Hey! I'm Roxy Goth, this is my first time writing for Ducktales.
I do realise this idea has already been done, but I wanted to have a play with it. This takes place directly after the last scene of the pilot.
I don't own any of the characters from the series, or the comics. I do not own The Famous Five or anything Enid Blyton has written.
"Alright then laddies, take a look round the manor and decide which room you want." Scrooge said, opening the door. "Webby will show you the available rooms."
"What about me?" Donald asked, not sure of he was included in the 'laddies'.
"You've got yourself a room next to me. Well, across from me even."
As the boys ran off with Webby, Donald folded his arms. "And what have I done to deserve that honour?"
"Apart from nearly cook yourself in Atlantis? Nothing. Look, it's one of the best rooms in the house, apart from my own of course, and I'm sure you'll be comfortable. Now, let's get those burns looked at…"
Meanwhile upstairs Webby was proudly showing the boys her room. "My wardrobe's here." She flung it open. "This is my favourite skirt!" She held it up proudly.
"Looks nice." Huey said, politely.
"I know, I've got seven! I love this place, I spend most of my time here."
"You've got a lot of books." Louie observed, walking over to her bedside and picking one up. He paused, before asking. "Who're the Famous Five?"
"Julian, Dick, George – real name Georgina – and Anne, with Timmy the dog, of course. They go on adventures together and outsmart baddies. They're cousins, well, Julian, Dick and Anne are siblings actually. Which makes George there cousin, but they're a bit like you actually."
"Really?" The boys asked together.
"Yeah! Julian's the responsible one who seems quite smart, like you Huey. Dick's the middle one and the joker, a bit like you Dewey and Louie…" She trailed off. "Well you kind of ruin the trend. But yeah, they're really cool!"
"Hmm." Huey picked up a different book and examined it. "Do you mind if I borrow one sometime?"
"Yeah sure! Five go to Kirren Island is the first-"
Dewey cut her off. "Yeah, yeah, this is cool and all, but weren't we meant to be choosing our rooms?"
Webby clicked her fingers. "Right. Let's go!" She bounded over to the door and flung it open with a bang before disappearing.
The boys all flinched before looking at each other. "I suppose we'll have to get used to that?" Huey said, looking at the door.
"Er, we'll get used to it in no time! Remember – cooped up in a mansion, once we get her out and about she'll simmer down in no time."
"GUYS, C'MON!"
Louie stuck his finger in his ear while snarking. "Yeah, sure she will." With that final positive word they all trooped out to see Webby holding the door to the nearest room open and grinning triumphantly.
"So, this is directly opposite you, huh?" Huey clarified, as they all stepped inside. "Noted."
"It's pretty much exactly like mine, except different coulers – obviously. I don't know why I said that you can obviously see it…heh-heh. You can put your clothes in here!" She flung open the wardrobe. "And there's a dressing room table! And –"
"Wow! This view is fantastic!" Dewey had flung the window open and was nearly leaning fully out in an admiration. "Louie, get over here, you'll love it!"
Louie stuck his phone in his pocket before sauntering over and, leaning his arms on the window sill, looked leisurely out. "Wow, it is cool." He said, pleasantly surprised. "You can see for miles."
"Is that a castle in the background!?" Huey squeezed himself in at the end.
Webby, who was now perched on the bed, said. "Yeah, it's Glomgold's. The Billionaire. You remember him?"
"Oh, we won't forget him for a long time." Huey said, turning to face her.
"He's engrained in my nightmares now." Louie added.
"Well, Scrooge and him have kind of a weird relationship. They hate each other, but they still go to the Billionaire's club…"
"There's a billionaire's club!" Dewey spun round. "Can we go?"
Webby considered. "You'd have to ask Mr McDuck first, but I don't see why not."
"Count me in." Huey said, eagerly.
"Count me out." Louie said, still staring out the window.
"What!?" His brothers said, simultaneously. "Why!?"
"There's only two Billionaire's in Duckberg, it's not going to be much of a club. As a matter of fact if you do go I'll wager it's just Scroogie and Old Glommy throwing javelins at each other or somethin'. It'll be totally boring."
"Suit yourself." Dewey said, sulkily. It was always more fun when the three of them were together.
Huey, sensing the brewing atmosphere and keen to avoid argument, said to Webby. "There's more rooms, I take it?"
Webby smiled widely, before leaping of the bed and landing perfectly, much to Huey's astonishment. "Sure, there's loads, but I take it you'd want to be close to each other?"
"Er…" The boys looked at each other, mentally conferring. After a couple of seconds they turned back to Webby.
"Sure that'd be great." Dewey said brightly. "As a matter of fact I'll have this room."
"Really?" Webby said, a bit doubtfully. "You know there's loads on this floor right?"
"Yeah, but the view in here is great and I like being able to see Glomgold's castle. I might be able to see if he's plotting anything, ooh, do you reckon Uncle Donald would let me have a telescope?" He turned to Huey, eyes sparkling.
Huey scoffed. "You've got as much chance of a getting a telescope as I have of getting Uncle Donald to let me take up fencing."
Webby cut in, scratching her arm nervously. "You do realise this room is opposite mine, right?"
Dewey stared at her. "Yeah, so?"
Webby scratched her arm harder. "Nothing, I just figured that given the option…"
"Webby, this room will be fine. It's better than being opposite Uncle Donald or Scrooge."
"Where are Uncle Donald's and Scrooge's rooms, by the way?" Louie asked, trying not to sound like he was to worried.
"Scrooge's is on the top floor, the biggest room. If he puts Mr Duck where I think he's going to put Mr Duck he'll be in the room opposite, which is the second biggest room-"
"Ah, lucky!" Louie finally turned his attention from the view. "Where's the third biggest room? Is that free?"
As Huey and Dewey fondly rolled there eyes, Webby said, awquadly. "Well, my granny has the third biggest room, what with her being the housekeeper and all…"
"Of course." Louie said, quickly. "But the fourth biggest?"
"Mine."
"Fifth?" Louie pressed, a edge of annoyance creeping under his voice.
"This one."
"I called it." Dewey said, quickly.
Louie waved a hand. "Alright, alright, I heard you sheesh. What about the sixth?"
Webby brightened up. "Right down at the end of the hall! C'mon let's go!"
As she sprung of, Huey grabbed Louie by the arm. "What's with all the 'I want the biggest room thing?"
Louie frowned and, shaking his arm out his brothers grip, said. "Hey, we've spent our life sharing a room, and now we finally get our own space! Can you really blame me for wanting to have a lot of it?"
Huey paused, thinking it over, before saying resignedly. "No, I suppose not."
"GUYS!" Webby yelled from the other end of the hallway. "C'mon! This one's got an en-suit!"
Dewey neatly placed himself between his brothers, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. "C'mon let's go."
The last thing Huey said before they shut the door was. "I'm going to need a map for this place. Maybe I'll make one!"