PLEASE let me know if there are any spelling mistakes! (Or any other obvious mistakes for that matter.) I'm actually writing this on my phone, where the keys are tiny and autocorrect is as tricky as a...trickster...Anyway...

CHAPTER TWO

"Come on!" Uncle Donald could never learn the whole 'inside voice' thing, even when he was talking on the phone. "It's just for a couple of months! Pretty please? Hello? Hello, are you there? Hello?"

And just like the inside voice thing, our uncle could somehow never tell when someone hung up on him.

"Louie, did one of you guys cut the phone cord again?"

"No Uncle Donald," I said, finally getting to the boss battle on my handheld game. It wasn't a great game, but it worked and I got it cheap at a yard sale so I guess it paid for itself.

"Are you sure? Because for some reason when I was talking to Miss Patience-"

Oh for crying out loud. Miss Patience was our teacher. This is getting a little out of hand.

It's already been a week since Uncle Donald got that letter, and he's having no luck at all finding us a place to stay while he's gone.

"Uncle Donald," I said, pausing the game, "Are you sure we don't have any more relatives? You know, like some long-lost cousin or an uncle or something?"

"Who told you about your uncle?" Uncle Donald asked, just as Huey and Dewey walked in the front door. I guess they had been playing frisbee or something. "I never told you about your uncle!"

"Wait, we have an uncle?" Dewey asked.

"No! I mean, yes, but there is no way I'm asking him to watch you guys!"

"Uncle Donald," Huey said, "Yesterday you asked the mailman."

"That's different!" Uncle Donald said, "My old uncle is nothing but trouble! There's absolutely no way I'm asking him to-"

"Look Uncle Donald," I interrupted, "If you can't find anyone to watch us while you're gone, can you still go and join the navy?"

Uncle Donald actually grimaced. "Fine," he said, "I'll ask him. But I can't promise he'll say yes! That old skinflint only cares about one thing, and that's money. He wouldn't even come out to your father's funeral because he thought the travel fare was too expensive."

And without any further explanations, Uncle Donald stomped over to the phone and began dialing a number in a hurry.

"I didn't know we had another uncle," Huey said to me.

"Mrs. Quackfaster? It's me, Donald Duck. It's been a while. Are you still his secretary?"

Uncle Donald looked up at us. "Well, what are you boys waiting for? Go outside and play!"

I set down my game and followed my other brothers out the door.

"Good, good." I heard Uncle Donald say, "Listen, can you tell him I'm calling? I need to talk to him."

"So if we've had another Uncle this whole time," Dewey said just as I shut the front door behind me, "Why do you think we've never gone to him before when we've needed help?"

"I dunno," Huey said, "But it sounds like we've got some kind of family feud or something."

"I just hope everything works out," I said, "I mean, I don't really want Uncle Donald to join the Navy, but I don't think he'd be very happy if he had to stay here to take care of us."

"Yeah." My brothers agreed.

Uncle Donald didn't call us back inside after a while, so we entertained ourselves with some broken-down rocket-shaped toys and the garden house. I got mine up as high as the house before it broke the attic window.

"BOYS!"

...Yeah. Now I was the one about to get the lecture.

"ALL of you!"

Uncle Donald opened the screen door and stood in the doorway tapping his foot. He was fuming.

"Um, heh heh, sorry Uncle Donald." I said.

"You're not mad, are you?" Dewey asked. Huey and I both looked at him. Of course our uncle was mad! Why else would he-

"No, I'm not mad at you." Uncle Donald said, "I'm mad at that money-loving, stinky, no-good great-uncle of yours!"

"He said no, didn't he." Huey said. It wasn't a question.

"No? I WISH he'd said no!" Donald shouted, turning around and going back into the house. We followed him inside, and he started pacing the kitchen.

"After all these years of not talking, I asked him to watch you guys and you know what he said? He said 'fine.' And THEN he had the nerve to tell me that if I was gonna go get a job and leave you boys behind, I should have done so earlier so he could have been better prepared!"

And just like that, our Uncle exploded. Not literally, but we did have to sit on the kitchen counter just to stay out of the way while he bounced off the walls.

"So, when do we get to meet our new uncle?" Dewey asked. Huey elbowed him, which is what I would have done if I was sitting next to him. Sometimes Dewey had no sense of timing.

Uncle Donald somehow heard the question though, and instantly calmed down.

"Soon," he answered, "Since I'm leaving for the Navy in less than a month, he's gonna come pick you up the day before I go. I just hope he doesn't ask for me to pay for your trip back to Duckburg. That old coot!"

"Aaaand he's back to being angry," I said, while Uncle Donald started another tantrum.

"Wait, did he say Duckburg?" Huey asked, "That's like, really far from here."

"Hey, that awesome!" Dewey said, "I hear that's where the richest duck in the world lives. It's supposed to be this really great city."

"You think we'll come back home for Christmas?" I asked.

"That depends on how long Uncle Donald is in the Navy." Huey said.

At that, we fell silent. We sat there and watched Uncle Donald rage for a while before we slipped off the counter and started sneaking towards our bedroom.

"And whichever one of you broke that window in the attic, I want you to clean it up right away!"

...Dang it. And I thought I was off the hook, too.

"Remember boys, your uncle loves money, but don't you ever ask him for any!"

It was the day our new uncle was going to come pick us up, and Uncle Donald was repeating to us the same instructions he'd been giving us for a while now.

"We know, we know!" I said.

"If we want anything, we have to buy it with our own money." Dewey said.

"Do you think he'll give us an allowance?" Huey asked.

"Come on, even Uncle Donald doesn't give us an allowance." I said.

"That's because we don't have enough money to-" Uncle Donald started to say, but interrupted himself with a sigh. "Look, boys. Your uncle he loves money WAY too much to just give it away. That's the most important thing you need to understand about him."

There was a loud knocking at the door.

"That's him," Donald said, and I saw him take a deep breath before opening the door.

On the other side of the door, standing at the same height as Uncle Donald was a duck who looked surprisingly like his double at first glance. At the second glance, they were totally different. This other duck was definitely older, with old-fashioned whiskers and even an old-fashioned top-hat and cane.

"Well?" Our new uncle said, his arms crossed, "Aren't you even going to invite me in, nephew?"