Hey! I'm back. [It hasn't been very long, I know, but still…] Okay, so this fic takes place when the boys are 7 and they are still on the houseboat. It's based of a scenario I found myself typing in my last fanfic.
Quick note, I hope Donald isn't to out-of-charectr, but he's had a tough day, bless him.
Quick disclaimer, I do not own anything Ducktales related, 1987 or 2017. [Sadly] Anyway, let's crack on!
Donald was exhausted. It had been a long day in the office, and the thing he was looking forward to when he got home was a cup of coffee and a long hot bath. The boys would be fine for an hour at least. He'd set them up with some coulering or something.
When he finally made it to the houseboat it was to find, much to his horror, that the door was partly open. He ran in, slamming the door open to see Huey sitting calmly at the table, doing his homework. He looked up with what could only be described as complete nonchalance and said.
"Hey Unca' Donald! How'd work go?"
"Why's the door open?" Donald said, angrily, ignoring the question. "And where are your brothers?"
Huey put his pen down. "Dewey and Louie are in our room. We're taking it in turns to guard the door cos' the lock's broken. .."
"The lock's what!?"
"Broken, look." Much to Donalds alarm Huey held out the bottom lock.
"Where'd you get that from!?"
Huey instantly looked guilty as he said. "It fell off…"
Donald folded his arms and glared. "Locks do not just fall of, Hubert. Now, tell me the truth."
He could see the cogs whirring in his nephews brain, until after a few seconds Huey blurted out. "It was an accident! Dewey didn't mean to break it! We were playing and he just touched it and-!"
"DEWFORD!" Donald bellowed. "Get here! now!"
One minute later a subdued Dewey was standing in front of him, looking at the floor.
"What happened to the lock?"
Dewey scratched the back of his head. "It fell off…"
Donald took a breath. "I can see that. How did it fall off?"
"We were just playing pirates! And - and they swing down from their…their…what are they called?" He said, looking at Huey, who promptly responded.
"Masts."
"Their masts. So I did that on the door and it fell off…"
Donald took another breath and nodded. "Right. Thank you for telling me the truth. However that was an INCREDIBLY stupid thing to do, because now we have no lock on the door and therefore no security!"
"You mean anyone could just walk in!?" Louie said, from the doorway. "And kill us?"
As Huey and Dewey gasped, Donald massaged his temple. "No Louie. No one is going to walk in and kill us."
"How'd you know!?"
"Because! Because, I'm going to get some extra security. I'm going to ring the locksmith right now, and get some more locks while you three go over the park to play for a little bit. Alright? I want you all back here in an hour and we'll have some tea. Pizza and chips, how does that sound?"
From the whoops of approval he got, it sounded good.
"Right off you go. Stick together, no talking to any strangers, don't go near any teenagers and if you get scared about something or nervous come back, understand?"
The boys all nodded.
"Right. Off you go then." With that the three of them left, chattering excitedly amongst themselves.
