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Dewey opened his eyes and sat up in his bed. He looked around. Huey and Louie weren't in their beds. Huey was understandable, but Louie? Wait. That meant…

He immediately pulled the covers off himself and climbed down his bed, opened the door, and ran down the hallway that lead to the kitchen as fast as he could. Unfortunately, he was too late. He skidded to a stop a few paces in to the kitchen and watched his brother fight.

"What is going on now?" Dewey shouted, making Huey and Louie freeze and stop fighting to look at him.

"Well," Huey began, "I was gonna make you breakfast, and I know what you like, unlike someone here, and was preparing it, until someone came AND RUINED IT ALL!" Huey shouted the last part and pointed to an unrecognizable meal, splattered all over the ground.

"Nu-uh!" Louie retorted. "I came down to make you breakfast, because I asked you what you wanted last night, right Dewey?" Louie stared at Dewey, awaiting an answer to prove he was right. All Dewey did was put his hand around his arm and gripped it, also looking away from his stare, putting on a 'You're right, but I don't want to say it.' look as well.

But soon, Dewey looked over again to see that they had gone back to fighting, and started panicking a bit, not knowing what to do. Huey pounced on Louie as they fought to get one another off themselves. Eventually, Louie sat up, and kicked Huey into a cabinet. Although, Huey did not seem phased by this. Just before Louie could pounce on him again, Huey jumped up on to the counter. Louie did the same and they continued to fight on the counter. Suddenly, Louie pushed Huey's head into a glass cabinet, and the glass rained down on their heads. Again, Huey did not seem to be affected. He then pushed Louie off the counter, earning a grunt from Louie. Huey grabbed a glass bottle that was next to him and jumped off the counter. Knowing what Huey was going to do, Dewey started crying and begging Louie and Huey (mostly Huey) to stop. Huey raised the glass to strike Louie, but before he could…

"What is going on here?" Mrs. Beakly shouted as she put her hands on her hips and stared at Dewey and the fighting boys. Huey froze and turned to look at her along with Louie and Dewey.

"Oh, thank goodness you're here!" Dewey ran to her and hugged her waist. She stared at Dewey for a moment in some shock, but soon turned her attention back to Huey and Louie. But she soon noticed the kitchen.

"What did you two do?!" She gasped in shock as she looked around the trashed kitchen.

"He started it!" Huey and Louie said in unison while also pointing at each other.

Soon…

"How did you two trash the kitchen like that in the time I was gone?" Mrs. Beakly yelled. Huey and Louie sat in front of Mrs. Beakly, both having a scared, but still angry face on.

"I wanted to make breakfast for Dewey, but Louie came and just started fighting me!" Huey explained.

"He's lying! I was making breakfast for Dewey, but Mr. Fights-A-Lot came, and started pushing me!" Louie argued back. The two started shouting at each other.

"Silence!" Mrs. Beakly shouted. Huey and Louie immediately stopped and looked at Mrs. Beakly with a nervous smile. "You two are going to do some cleaning around the house. Understood?" Mrs. Beakly said impatiently.

"Yes, Mrs. Beakly!" Huey and Louie congregated.

"Come, Dewey. I must have a word with you." Mrs. Beakly said as she glared at the boys and turned and left the room. Dewey looked at Huey and Louie with a sad, disappointed look, and also turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Huey and Louie stared at the closed door. "This is your fault. Louie said bluntly, turning his glare to Huey.

Huey raised a clenched fist and also glared at Louie, pouncing on him. "Oh, I'm gonna-!"

In the other room…

Dewey was led by Mrs. Beakly to a small room with conveniently two chairs. Mrs. Beakly motioned for Dewey to go in first, and after Mrs. Beakly entered, they sat down on the chairs. Dewey kept a sad look on his face.

"So, Dewey," Mrs. Beakly began, "do you have an idea on what is causing their fighting?"

"Well, yeah...it's…their fighting over me…" Dewey looked away from Mrs. Beakly's stare and rubbed his arm. Mrs. Beakly's eyes widened.

"Really?" Mrs. Beakly said, surprised. 'Why?"

"I actually don't know. It's happened practically all my lifetime. I can't stop them, and neither can Uncle Donald. I…don't understand why…" Dewey trailed off and covered his eyes with his hands, also trying not to cry.

Mrs. Beakly stared at Dewey, sadness and sympathy overcoming all emotions. "Well, I was planning to take Webby to the mall for ice cream. Would you like to join?" Mrs. Beakly asked.

"Really?" Dewey uncovered his eyes as a smile creeped on his face.

"After all you've been through? Certainly."

"Aww! Thanks Mrs. Beakly!" Dewey exclaimed as they both got off their chairs and walked out the room and down the hall.

As they were walking, Dewey thought he heard something coming from a door he just walked by. He put his…ducks don't have ears huh? Well then, improvise. Dewey put his 'ear' to the door and listened. He knew exactly what the sounds were. He opened the door to reveal Huey and Louie by a wall, fighting once again.

"When will you guys stop?!" Dewey shouted, putting his hands on his head to try to drown out the sounds of his brothers. But his shouting did not stop Huey and Louie from fighting.

Mrs. Beakly spotted a baseball on top of a drawer and grabbed it. She threw it towards the arguing ducklings. The ball made a hole in the wall as it whizzed inches away from hitting the ducklings' heads. Huey and Louie shared a look of pure shock and turned to see a very disappointed Mrs. Beakly, who was shaking her head, and an extremely stressed Dewey. Next thing they knew, they were locked in a room, with no way of getting out, while Dewey, Webby, and Mrs. Beakly went to the mall.