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Title: Crunch Bang

Summary: Tiny Huey loses his temper

Setting: Pre-canon

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They're not in school yet when it happens. Donald turns his back for the few seconds it takes to grab the waffle mix, and Louie steals the action figure Huey is playing with. Huey hadn't slept well the night before. With a mildly hysterical yell, he yanks it out of his brother's hands and chucks it at the wall. The impact makes it fall apart. Louie doesn't even whine. He's too surprised. Dewey stares at them with wide eyes.

Donald whirls around to confront him, but it's over. Huey is sobbing, wiping his face with shaking hands, and he pulls him into his arms, resolving to give proper scoldings later. Right now, his boy needs him. "Shh, shh, shh. It's okay. It's okay."

Louie tugs on Donald's sleeve. "Huey broke it," he said. "How come?"

"Huey got mad," he explained, rocking just a little. "When he's feeling better, we'll fix the toy, okay?"

The youngest triplet blinked up at him, nonplussed. "Is he in trouble?"

"Yes. You shouldn't throw things. And you shouldn't take things, either."

Louie nodded, but Donald can tell his mind is on other things. The counter, namely, where the waffle mix sits unopened. "Okay, Uncle Donald."

Donald opened his arms slightly to look at him. "You okay?"

Huey sniffled, nodding. His little chin trembles. "I'm sorry, Uncle Donald."

"I know you are."

"I didn't mean to, honest."

"I know," he repeated, because he did know. "We're gonna have to work on controlling that temper, Huey. I know it's not easy. Believe me, I know."

"I just..." Huey mimed exploding motions with his hands. "That."

Donald nodded. He knew how that felt.

"Huey broke," Dewey chimed in, making them all jump. He hadn't spoken since the toy hit the wall. He says it with an air like he's said it a million times before.

"Dewey, don't say that." Donald frowned. "It's mean."

He shrugged. "Huey broke the toy 'cause he broke. He got all broken."

Huey's eyes begin to water again. "I got broken?"

"You got angry," he pressed. "It runs in the family."

The oldest triplet balled his fists, setting them on his lap. He whispered the word one more time, as if under a spell. "Broken..."

Author's Note: idk, I've just always had a headcanon that Huey's temper break being called 'broken' stemmed back to him breaking toys when he was little, so I thought I'd write a lil' thing for it!

-Mandaree1