Chapter 2: Little Green Hoodie


"The great outdoors! I can't believe it took this long to convince Uncle Donald that we're old enough to go camping alone," Huey announced, stepping back from his red tent.

"At least we have separate tents now. We're way too old to be sharing a sibling tent," Dewey insisted. With the red and blue tents now set up side-by-side, the elder triplets glanced over to see that the green tent was barely being held up by a single pole.

"Can you guys help me out? I can't get it up," Louie said, waving them over.

"Of course, we can!" their eldest brother stated, smiling happily at the thought of teaching his brother a life skill.

"Alright," Dewey sighed. As usual, it would be him and Huey doing all the hard work.


"And that's how you set up a one man tent," Huey announced, stepping back from the finished product. The tents: red, blue, and green were now lined up in a row.

"Good job," Louie said, looking up from his cell phone.

"Now you'll be able to set it up yourself, next time," the red-capped triplet said, turning away.

"Sure, sure," commented the youngest triplet, his eyes focused back on his phone.

Dewey was about to say something, when their eldest brother exclaimed, "Maybe we'll see Tenderfeet while we're out here." Huey's eyes were sparkling with joy at the thought of seeing the bigfoot again.

"Sure, Huey, but it's been nearly a year. He might have moved on." Picking up his sleeping bag, Dewey tossed it into the blue tent.

"Hard pass. Once was enough," Louie grumbled, typing away on his cell phone.

"Aw, come on… we know you miss him," the eldest triplet insisted, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

Louie groaned. "Oh my gosh, yes. I miss him sooooo much."

"Maybe he's already found a girlfriend. If he is around, we might get to see his hairy babies!" Dewey pointed out, throwing a teasing smile at their youngest brother.

"That would be the best camping trip ever. Speaking of camping, we need to get some firewood. You coming, Louie?" the junior woodchuck asked.

"Hmmm… no. You two go ahead, and have fun hiking around the boring woods," the youngest triplet insisted.

"Louie!"

The duck in question glanced up to see his brothers frowning at him. "Uh, I mean… someone has to stay behind to watch the tents. And I should be here when you know who arrives," Louie insisted.

"You invited Voldimort?" Huey gasped.

"He invited his new 'boyfriend,'" Dewey grumbled, using air quotes.

"Doofus Drake and Voldimort… not much a difference really," the eldest triplet stated.

"We're just friends. He's rich, and we're, someday, going to be rich. Besides, I can handle him perfectly fine," Louie said, waving them away. His brothers didn't HAVE to know yet that he was dating the millionaire teen next door.

"Fine, but you're not sleeping in the same tent together, and we'll be keeping a close eye on him," Dewey persisted, following Huey down the path.

"Honestly, they're so overprotective," the youngest brother groaned to himself, taking a seat on the log next to his tent. Phone still in hand, he typed away at the screen. Thank goodness for cell phone service. If they'd gone deeper into the woods, he might have had to suffer through camping without his precious…

"Finally alone, little green hoodie?" a deep voice purred from above him.

Louie's head jerked up, and his eyes landed on the massive form towering over him. "You…"

"Cha, bra. And I brought some friends," Gavin, aka: Tenderfeet, announced, waving a giant hand toward the three equally-large bigfoots standing behind him.

"This is the little squirt that got the best of you, Gavin?" the taller one asked, lifting the little duck by his hood to sniff at him. Louie cringed away, tapping rapidly on his cell phone.

"You sure it's a girl? Looks like a bro to me," the more muscular one said, sweeping the duck out of his friend's hands. Louie gasped as the bigfoot lifted him into the air for a closer look, the movement causing the cell phone to slip from his fingertips. The delicate piece of Waddle technology landed roughly on the ground, its screen cracking and going dark.

"Obviously, it's a female. Look how tiny and delicate she is," the bigfoot with the glasses insisted. "We're scaring the poor dear. Put her down, Trent."

"Alright," Trent replied, setting the green-hoodied duck back onto the log. Giving her head a light pat, he stepped back with a patient smile.

"I'm a bro — I mean, a boy," Louie insisted, glaring up at them.

"We aren't here to discuss the duck's gender, bros. We're here because you made me look like a horny dog in front of the other two ducks," Gavin growled, leaning down to snarl into the youngest triplet's face.

"Dude, you ever heard of a breath mint?" Louie stated, refusing to back down. The other bigfoots started chuckling, elbowing each other behind their leader's back.

Gavin glanced back at them in annoyance, before returning his attention to his prey. "I could pulverize you right here, and right now," the bigfoot asserted, flexing his muscles. Louie couldn't help but cringe back. "But I don't beat on women, even if they are as unattractive as you." His entourage began to laugh, even as Gavin turned to walk away.

"Unattractive…" Louie hissed, his eyes blazing with hidden fire. Getting to his feet, he was about to go after the bigfoot when he heard the familiar sound of a scooter driving through the woods. "By the way, Tenderfeet, you and your bros haven't met my extremely rich, and incredibly psychotic boyfriend yet, have you?"

"What?" Gavin half-turned to look at him, his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Doofus! Come quick! It's the bigfoot I was telling you about! The one that keeps trying to mate with me!" the youngest triplet screamed, waving his arms at the driver of the little salmon-pink scooter that was nearing the campsite.

"What the..?" Gavin turned quickly as the bigger duck hopped off the bike, letting it fall to the ground unnoticed as he raced at them with a crazed look in his eyes.

"Leave MY LOUIE alone, you creeps! AAAAAAGHHH!" Doofus shouted, grabbing a stick from the ground to start swinging at the monsters.

"Ow! Ow! Run away!" The other three bigfoots raced off, trying to avoid the insane duck that was attacking them.

"Come back! He's just a little du… OW!" Gavin backed away, feeling the cut on his cheek throbbing from where the strange new bird had hit him with his stick. Behind the crazed avian was his green-hooded nemesis, grinning like he'd just gotten away with murder.

"This isn't over," the bigfoot growled under his breath, before dashing into the bushes to escape the duck's clearly insane boyfriend.


"Dude, that little brobra is way too terrifying. You're on your own," Trent stated, patting his friend on the shoulder.

"I would suggest forgetting about her, my friend," his glasses-wearing friend insisted. "Girls like that are more trouble than any man can take."

"Yeah, find a bigfoot girl, man," his lanky friend suggested, following the others back to their shared cave in the woods.

"I wasn't trying to DATE her!" Gavin exclaimed.

"Sure you weren't."

"Dude, he so likes her."

"She's terrifying. I wouldn't want to get on HER bad side."

Gavin groaned loudly, his shoulders slumping as he proceeded to follow his friends through the trees. Maybe they were right. Perhaps it was best to just forget about the little brat that had outsmarted him — twice.


Note: Gavin's a jerk, but I'm sure he's not all bad. I have a little redemption chapter planned for him.