Chapter II - Things will be alright


"Excuse me, Mrs. Beakley,"

Bentina Beakley glanced up from her work, and held back a grumble, "What is it?"

"His majesty called for you, he'd like you to mind the boys we picked up on the way into town."

"Boys,"

"I think he wants you to get them settled,"

"What? Isn't he supposed to be attending a meeting in town?"

"We turned back when we ran into… a problem… I…" The guard paused, "I might be wrong but I think we arrested Prince Donald. He had a speech issue didn't he?"

"You did what?" Beakley asked incredulously.

"We arrested a man named Donald…. And his three nephews."

"Come on now, let's get you settled," an older woman announced opening the door to the carriage Huey had been waiting with his brother's in.

"What do you mean settled?" Huey asked. However he had been expecting this day to go, this wasn't it. All he wanted was a chance to explore the city. His uncle randomly getting arrested by the crown guard had not been part of it.

"I have the feeling you three are going to be here for a while, you might as well get comfortable,"

"We're going to live in castle!" Dewey exclaimed.

"Fancy food and free entertainment, sign me up," Louie added.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," the woman said straightly, backing away to let them out.

"What about, our Uncle Donald," Huey asked, as he stepped out, studying the woman.

"I'll make sure you get to see him, but for now let's let your Uncles talk."

"Uncles as in plural?" Louie asked.

"Wait a second, who exactly are you?" Huey asked, not having caught Louie's question.

"I am Mrs. Beakley, the head of staff here. I have apparently been charged with your care,"

"Okay… I'm sorry, what is even going on? Why does the king even care about us?" The confusion and everything about the situation was starting to get to Huey, "We need to go, because if we don't get to Cape Suzette in the next few days we won't be able to help with the migration season…"

"I realize this is very confusing for you right now… but for right now let's get you cleaned up and in a room, you'll talk with your Uncle later," Beakley replied.

"Cleaned up?" Louie asked.

"You appear to have gotten dirty in the scuffle,"

"Oh, no… we're always…"

"If you are to dine with the king today we'll have to find something nicer for you to wear." Beakley told them, coraling them into the building. The building was breathtaking, it was rather modestly decorated, but the halls were spacious, and lined in priceless treasures and artifacts. Beakley ushered them into a bedroom, with a large bed and a balcony.

"Here we are…"

"This is bigger than the entire houseboat." Louie exclaimed throwing himself onto the bed.

"Off, until you're in clean clothes," Beakley said lifting him off onto the floor, "And I'll see about moving two more beds into here, for room.

"Are you sure you can fit three beds of that size in here, I mean it's big, but I don't think it's that big."
"I suppose it will have to be a bit smaller, If your here for too long we can see about getting you each your own room, but I see no sense in cleaning an extra room if I don't need to."

"Our own rooms," Dewey asked. "First your telling me I don't even have to share this bed with my brothers, but I don't even have to share my room!"

"We'll see, let's get you adjusted first." Beakley said, walking out of the room, "Wait here while I find something for you…"

"Well now what?"

"We could go explore,"

"I see your awake nephew,"

"Uncle Scrooge?" Donald asked, blinking his eyes open drearily. He found himself in a… familiar room. One he hadn't been in in far too long. He looked around. The room seemed to be regularly cleaned, but despite that, his desk seemed untouched, as messed up as the night he left it.

"It's been a long time,"

"The boys, where are the boys!" Donald asked bolting up,the events leading to this meeting starting to come back to him.

"Fine, they're with Beakley,"

"You can't just kidnap three boys?" Donald said, getting out of bed,

"Where do you think you're going,"

"To find the boys," Donald replied.

"I believe we have some talking to do first…"

"Boys first… then talking,"

"Your as stubborn as always. Why did you run off."

"It wasn't my idea."

"They're all boys,"

"Your point?"
"I didn't even get to know that, They had to tell me there names."
"Like you even remember there names."

"Huey… Louie?" Scrooge attempted before shaking it off with a growl, "That's not my fault, I met them half an hour ago."

"Well that's no excuse to scare them half to death!" Donald said, getting out of bed and running town down the hall, nearly tripping twice. Scrooge began chasing after him.

The door wasn't locked, so the boys had no trouble escaping into the castle's spacious, maze like corridors. Louie glanced around a big nervously, but almost giddy with excitement. It would be so easy to pocket one of the treasures lining the walls.

"Are you sure this was a good idea?" Huey asked.

"What do you mean, you aren't chicken are you?" Dewey teased.

"No, I mean… this is serious. We're messing around in the castle. We could get arrested.

"It would help us find Uncle Donald," Dewey pointed out.

"How are we going to help Uncle Donald if we're in jail with him," Louie asked, amused.

"Shh," Huey nearly growled suddenly before Dewey could even get out a retort.

"What?"

"Someone's coming,"

"You don't think they're looking for us?"

"They're in a rush,"

Louie peaked around the corner, curiously,"Uncle Donald!"

"Boys!"

"You aren't in jail!"
"What? Well… I wouldn't put that past him,"

"I've found Prince Donald!" A guard called as he rounded another corner.

"Prince Donald?" Huey, Dewey, and Louie chorused.

"Was me running away from him not a big enough hint." Donald grumbled.

"Wait… you're telling me that you are a Prince? You're the Prince?" Dewey practically screamed.

"If you're the lost prince… doesn't that make us…" Huey added, before trailing off in uncertainty.

Donald sighed, "Yes, the three of you are Princes too…"

"Why didn't you tell us?" Louie asked.

"I wanted to keep you safe."

"You didn't tell them anything?" Scrooge asked walking up to the group.
"What were you expecting me to tell them?"

"We could have been living in a castle this entire time?" Louie asked.

"We need to talk Donald. Come one." Scrooge says.

Donald threw his arms around his boys, "We'll be out of here soon, just be good. Listen to Beakley. She's mostly alright."

"Yes, Uncle Donald."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Uncle Scrooge and I are just going to have a talk," Donald cast a glare back at Scrooge.

"Aren't you lads supposed to be with Beakley?"

"We may have sort of… left,"

"We were looking for Uncle Donald,"

"Get back to her," Scrooge ordered the trio, starting back from where he came from, Donald following hesitantly, as did the guard.

"So, we aren't doing that… right?"