Chapter Two:
Della Duck punched in the code to the front gate on the keypad, only for it to flash a red light. frowning she punched in the numbers again slowly, one, eight, seven, seven, 1877, the year her Uncle Scrooge earned his number one dime, again it turned red. Why wouldn't the blasted thing work! she tried again, and got the same results as before. She couldn't believe that this pathetic piece of technology was keeping her from her kids. but nothing could stop Della Duck, not even a lousy lock gate, she would climb it if she had to.
Of course, once again Della forgot to factor in her increased weight and decreased muscle mass along with the increased gravitational pull, and she was about half way up the gate it she ended up falling back down.
That was when her self control snapped, ten years on a barren waste land and now a lousy gate was the only thing keeping her away from her boys.
Mrs. Beakley paused in her cleaning the kitchen to pull out her cell phone and check the security alert that had just popped up, apparently someone had tried to enter the passcode, but had entered it wrong, three times in a row. She quickly called up the camera and was greeted by the sight of Della Duck Screaming and shaking the front gates as if they had wronged her in some way.
She suddenly felt an onslaught of emotions, Della was alive, but it hurt to see her without Zephyr by her side. for the best ten years she had pretended that Della Duck had just been the niece of her employer, and not the closest thing to a daughter that she had had. To have her back in her life, really drove home the fact that Zephyr was not coming home.
She shook her head, before opening the gates, electronically, She best make sure her room was clean.
Della stared at the front door of the house, her hand hovering over the door knob. She pulled it back, "First impression is the only impression, I need to make it count."
After that she tried several different things that she could say, until she notice the doorknob turning, on the other side of the door she could hear Uncle Scrooge talking to someone, the boys maybe?
"This could be the discovery of a life time," he said, as he opened the door only for a female to grab the door and slam it shut again.
Scrooge blinked, it couldn't be, could it, he thought as he once again opened the door, this time carefully putting his cane in the door way as he did. Once again, the person outside moved to close the door, "Can you give me like five more minutes, I need to figure out what to say."
Scrooge pulled the door open a little more, "Della?" he asked.
"Hi Uncle Scrooge," Della said, a little sheepishly as she waved her hand at her uncle.
The magical quill that Scrooge was holding slipped to the floor and shattered, Scrooge's eyes went round with surprise, and the next thing Della knew she was being spun around like Scrooge use to do when she was a little girl.
Soon the spinning stopped, and Scrooge held his niece at arms length, "It's you, it's really you, I can not believe it," he said, his voice choked with emotion, "Just look at you standing here, after all..." Scrooge laughed, not that anything was funny but because he needed to let the emotions out before he exploded, "I thought you were..." He couldn't finish the sentence, he couldn't even finish thinking the sentence.
"Dead," Della asked cheerfully, "Not yet."
Leave it to Della to make a joke of a near death experience.
Scrooge, however let it slide, "Where?" he asked.
"The moon!" Della said.
"The moon!" Scrooge demanded, had he forgot to search the moon, no, he remembered searching it, "I searched the moon."
"Not hard enough," Della grumped, if her uncle had actually had someone land and search the moon on foot they would have found her, "There were mites and aliens and I had to rebuild the Spear with my tooth!"
"Don't raise your voice at me you replacive rocketeer!"
Della laughed, "I missed your Scroogey alliteration." she announced hugging her uncle tightly.
Scrooge stepped forward, returning the hug, only to stop and crouch down, staring in horror at the metal leg, he glanced up, his eyes pleading for an explanation.
"Lost it in the Crash," Della explained, her voice more subdue as she remembered what had happened.
"Made out of rocket parts," Scrooge observed, "Brilliant, leg or no, you're still the same woman from ten years ago."
Della laughed, "Out of my way old man," she jokingly ordered, she came to see her kids and that was what she was going to do, "Where are my..." she trailed off, clustered together were four children, the three boys apparently hiding behind the girl, she dropped down on her knees, afraid that they won't be able to hold her up any longer.
"Who's the Cyborg?" The boy in blue asked.
"Is that?" the one in red added.
"It can't be," the one in green insisted.
"Guys," the girl said, "I think that's your Mom."
Scrooge walked up behind Della and motioned to the boys, "Huey, Dewey, Louie, meet Della Duck." he said softly.
"I'm part Robot, I knew it!" Dewey shouted, running into his mom's arms.
Della smiled as she looked her son in the eyes for the very first time. Then she remembered what Uncle Scrooge called them, "Huey, Dewey, and Louie, no, no, no, their names were suppose to be Jet," she pointed to Huey, "Turbo," Dewey, and "Rebel," Louie.
"I could have been Turbo?" Dewey asked in shock.
"I told Donald, I wrote it down in case no one could understand him..."
"I could have been Turbo?!" Dewey stated again.
Huey stepped forward and asked, "How did you survive a barren wasteland, have you adjusted to earth's gravity and did you make any modifications to your leg."
"Sheer determination to get back to you guys, Not really, and no because junior woodchuck rule number 42."
"Build things right the first time and they won't need modification." Della and Huey said in unison.
"You really are my mom!" he cried out, running over to hug their mother.
"Nope, not buying it," Louie announced, "For all we know it could be a trick."
"It's no trick Rebel," Della shook her head, "I mean Louie, right? Next time I see Donald," she muttered.
"You must be starving," Scrooge stated.
"I am," Della confessed, "That Oxi chew was disgusting, and the more you chew it the stronger the flavor got."
"Let's get you something to eat." Scrooge said kindly.
