Standing on the mat were four duck that looked like his age and almost around his height. Three were male while the other one was female. One duck was wearing a red shirt and a red hat. The second duck was wearing a blue shirt. The third duck wore a green hoodie, and the last duck had a pink bow on her head and wore a pink blouse and a purple skirt.
The duck in red spoke first, clearing his throat. "Uhm, yes, hi. Is this the Hoffmann residence?" asked the duck in red, an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, can I help you?" The dog asked, also having an eyebrow raised. He was confused as he wasn't expecting anyone to come over to his home at this time since a lot of the neighbors had jobs in the city.
"No, we came here to give you something." The duck in red then raised his hand, revealing an envelope. "Your mail got in our uncle's mail, so we wanted to give it back to you."
"Ah, that's why the mailman didn't appear. Oh, where are my manners? My name is Favian Hoffmann, owner of this house that you're standing in front of at this moment." The dog now called Favian said. He then moved his left arm forward, waiting for a handshake. The duck grabs Favian's hand and proceeded to shake it. "My name's Huey and these two." Huey points at the two male ducks. "Are Dewey." He points at the duck with blue. "And Louie." He then points at the duck in green. "And that's Webby." He then points a the female duck, who waved at Favian. "Dewey and Louie are my brothers. We're triplets."
"What about Webby?" Favian points at Webby, not knowing their connection.
"She's the best friend in the world!" Dewey exclaimed, making Webby smiles widely at his remark.
"Ohhhh, okay. Well, thanks for bringing my mail back. It could have been really important." Favian grabbed the envelope from Huey.
"No problem." Huey smiled, closing both eyes.
"Hey, before we go, can you explain that flag of yours?" Dewey said, pointing at the German Empire flag. Favian leans and looks at the flag. "Oh, I got that from my dad, who also got it from my grandpa. You see, my family is actually German and we take pride in our nationality, but not believing that we're superior in any kind at all." Explained Favian, saluting to the flag before looking at the ducks, blushing a little for showing his patriotism a little in front of strangers.
"By the way, are you guys neighbors or something in these parts?" Favian asks, raising an eyebrow again.
"No, we live in the McDuck Manor." Huey corrected, pointing at a hill far away from the suburbs where a manor was sitting. This revelation made Favian choke a little, looking at the four with his eyes widened. To say that he was surprised was an understatement.
"Wait, you guys live in McDuck Manor? The home of Scrooge McDuck?"
"You heard about him?" asked Webby.
"On the internet. Read that he's the richest duck in the world. You guys gotta be lucky living with that guy." Favian admitted, leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed, trying to look cool like a greaser from the fifties. "Is he a relative or something?"
"He's actually our uncle." Huey told him. "Not Webby though. Although her grandma has some close ties with him." He points at Webby, who waved in response.
Favian decided to end the conversation since it was dragging on for too long. "Well, once again, thank you for bringing my mail back. Oh, and tell your uncle that he shouldn't apologize for the misunderstanding." He finishes.
"No problem and we'll tell him." Huey said before he, Dewey, Louie, and Webby walked away from his home. Favian smiles a little, chuckling. "Those guys are pretty cool." He then turns around, pushing the door close behind him, locked it, and then stretched both arms upward. He was hopeful that he will come across those guys again. He then quickly remembered the envelope, making him look down with his eyes widened while he was still holding it on his right hand.
"Wonder what's in here." He walks over to the kitchen, entering it, walked up to the table and sat on one of the chairs while he still had his eyes locked on the envelope. He leans his left arm towards it, trying to scratch the folded part of the envelope to try and make a gap big enough for his finger to fit in. He succeeded in doing this, putting his index finger in the giant gap and pulled, ripping open the folded part of the envelope, finally opening it to see its content.
There was a piece of paper in it, a light pink on actually. He grabs the paper and gently pulled it out of the envelope, exposing it completely. It was folded to fit inside the envelope. He gently pulled the folded part of the paper, revealing its content. His eyes widened instantly, reading the paper.
(McDuck Manor)
Donald was sitting outside his wooden boathouse, watering the plants that sat on the boat's railing. He was humming a tune as he showered his flowers with refreshing water. He looks he was having a good time. Inside the Manor, Scrooge was in the living room, sitting the soft, green couch, reading the newspaper. He had a cup of coffee on his left hand while holding the newspaper on his right hand. He was enjoying this peaceful moment.
However, while reading, he heard knocking from the front door, making him lower the newspaper and looked at the door. He thought that it was the boys, so he stood up from the couch, walked up to the wooden front door, grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and pulled it. Standing outside were the triplets and Webby, looking happy.
Dewey was the first to speak as he enters the manor. "We returned the mail with no problem and that Hoffmann guy wasn't mad at all. It was a piece of cake." He explained, eyes closed and passing his Uncle. Scrooge smiles a little at Dewey's celebration. "Aye, good job you four. You deserve some good ol' rest. You earned it."
"Already planned it." Louie said, walking up to the staircase that split both ways, went to the right, and entered the hallway, leaving everyone from their view. Footsteps could be heard from him until they faded the farther he walked away until it there was no more sound of footsteps.
Scrooge turns to Huey, who was standing near him. "So, how was your experience with that Hoffmann fellow?"
"Interestingly enough, the guy seemed really cool. He was a kid that lived in the house all by himself." Huey explained.
"A kid that owns his own house, aye? Interesting. Maybe we should invite him over to, you know, get to know him." Scrooge suggested, interested.
"Maybe he should come tomorrow. He's probably busy today." Huey assumed, looking at his uncle.
"Good idea." Scrooge winks at him, smiling.
(Suburbs)
Favian places the paper on the table, indicating that he has finished reading it. He sighs a little, looking back at the paper with a blank expression of no emotion. He sighs a little, lowering his head as he used both hands on his forehead to hold his head. However, mumbles two words that is only meant for him to hear and not anyone else.
"Bloody taxes."
