A/N: Guest, can you put in a nickname or penname, or even a name of a favorite character? I'm starting to get tired of all my review sections having to type several Guests. Okay, and yes I am writing more, don't you want to learn who Lyn is? R&R!

Why Webby is With Her Granny

In McDuck Manor, ten years later…

Webby, now a healthy ten year old, charged into the room where her friends where waiting at. "Sorry I'm late, Granny grab me for a sec to tell me we are going to met up with my parents for dinner tonight." Webby quickly apologized.

Huey frowned, "Wait, your parents? If they're still alive, why are you living with Mrs. Beakley?"

Webby letted out a nervous laugh, "Weellll, it's kinda a long story…"

Dewey spoke up from where he was sitting, "So? We have plenty of time. We know what happened to Mom and just trained a bunch of Harpies to make lemonade."

Louie groaned, "I get it, Webby's plan is better than mine. So, why are you with Mrs. Beakley?"

Webby bounced slightly, "Well, when I was about a week old when my family got in a car crash. No one died but according to the doctor I got some brain damage and some kids in my play group kept bullying me because I used to have difficulty walking and talking. Granny suggested I come live with her and she will try to get me on the same level as all the other kids."

Louie raised an eyebrow, "Same level? Webby, you are ahead of us! You are scaling buildings, jumping around and martial arts… You are the only one our age that does that! That's why we like you!"

Webby looked a little bit taken aback, "Really? I didn't think so, I just find those things fun."

Dewey spoke up, "Yea, they are! I know what you are going though. Uncle Donald claims that my brain didn't develop the same as my brothers and three years ago I still couldn't walk or talk. Now look at me! We can do anything if we put our minds to it!"

Huey spoke up from the bed, "Can we get to the next secret mission for us to work on? According to Launchpad, nobody knows who are father is. Maybe we can find him? All in favor say aye…"

Billerernia, king's study

The king is sitting at the desk. He has white feathers and shoulder length raven black hair and dark eyes wearing a gold crown. Another duck wearing the royal staff uniform walked in, "You asked for me my king?"

The ruler leaned forward, "Ah, yes. Timon, I have a very important task for you. One of uttermost secrecy. Can I trust you?"

Timon solemnly nodded his head, "Yes sir. Anything."

The king leaned back and clasped his hands together, "Good. I need you to find my sons." Leaning forward once again, the king pushed a file labeled top secret towards Timon. "Everything you need to know is in this folder. Any questions?"

Timon picked up the folder and idly flipped though it, "Yes, I thought you didn't have any kids, nor are you married."

The king stood up with a sigh and walked towards the large window overlooking the kingdom, "I'm not, nor will I ever be. You see during one of my adventures before duty dedicated that I stay put, I met the most beautiful duck alive. I tried to marry her but Father claimed she is not worthy to be a prince's bride. That didn't stop me from having eggs with her. I would prefer to hunt Mi'Belle down and marry her, but at last! News as reached my ears that she passed on in a terrible accident before the eggs hatched! Never the less, I promised to make Dewford crown prince, and that is exactly what I'm going to do. Now go and find them."

Timon bowed deeply, "Yes my king. Right away."

Ducksburg, at an all you can eat buffet…

Webby's family didn't change much. Except Donny is now in a wheelchair. Webby rushed over to her favorite brother while the grownups talk.

"Donny! Guess what! I made four new friends. Only one of them turned out to be a shadow that Magica created to spy on Uncle Scrooge, Oh! Mr. Mcduck told me I can call him Uncle Scrooge!"

Donny laughed at his baby sister, "Hey sis. That's great! I'm guessing the other three are Mr. McDuck's great nephews?"

Webby's eyes grew round as she piled salad fixings on her plate, "Whoa! How did you know?"

Donny grabbed a slice of watermelon, "Lately each time Mr. McDuck makes the news, it shows you and three boys standing next to him, AND he keeps stressing that he has help from his family, AND you just said he let's you call him uncle. I just did the detective thing and connected the dots."

Heading back to their family's table, Webby commented, "You'll be the best detective in history! You're soo smart Donny!"

Wheeling himself next to the table, Donny let out a sad sigh. "I don't think I'll ever be a detective. I can't run or sneak like real dectives. I don't see why I bother."

Webby's eyes narrow dangerously, "Nonsense. The doctor says my head injury will make it hard for me to walk and talk like everyone else. Now look at me! I'm faster than all my friends and can talk clearer than Uncle Donald! If I can do it, then you can do it too!"

Donny laughed again, "Thanks sis, you always make my days brighter."

Elsewhere in Ducksburg…

Timon climbed out of a taxi, looking at the large city before him. Pulling out the folder, he looked down at the first page in it. A birth certificate that reads Dewford Nila Duck, Born: September 18 2009, Mother: Diamanda Aya Duck, Father: Llewellyn Clarion Ayerson. Sticking it back in, he headed towards the hotel across the street.

After all, it's not like the crown prince is going anywhere, right?