Chapter Four: Nothing Special

Louie Duck shoveled a fork full of French toast into his mouth as he scrolled through the dream dictionary web page on his phone.

Sun.

He clicked the section on "sun." His eyes glanced at the definition. He double clicked the home button, switched to a notepad app and typed.

And there.

Louie scrolled through the notes on his phone, making sure he didn't forget any.

Woman- Female figure. Introspection on one's feminine aspect of the soul. Possible representation of actual female in life.

Bows- Femininity. Color of bows important. Pink bow means kindness, joy, sweetness, happiness. Purple bow means devotion, healing, compassion.

Gold Light- Gold means richness, spiritual reward, determination, unyielding nature. Light means truth, clarity, guidance, enlightenment. Could be an answer to a question.

Sun- Good omen. Peace of mind. Tranquility. Insight. Radiant energy and divine power.

Louie smiled and shoveled another bite of French toast into his mouth.

"WAAAAAAAAK!"

Donald screamed as he entered the kitchen. Louie looked up from his phone to see his Uncle Donald rushing to the stove where Huey and Dewey were fighting over who was going to flip over the French toast next. The chair they were standing on tipped over, knocking the boys to the floor and the pan off the stove. Donald slid across the floor and grabbed the hot pan. He screamed in pain and chucked the pan back onto the stove. He turned off the heat and rushed to the boys on the floor.

Oh yeah. I forgot they were there. I guess I got wrapped up in the dream stuff…

"Louie!" Donald screamed. "Did you not hear your brothers fighting at all?"

"Honestly, no." Donald rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Uncle Donald, you might wanna put your hands under some running water. You did just touch a hot pan." Said Huey. He handed the spatula to Dewey and put the chair back up standing. Donald looked at his hands. They were bright red.

"Dewey, finish breakfast. Use a lower heat setting this time." Dewey saluted Huey and turned the stove to medium-low heat. "Louie, go run to the front door and get the newspaper for Uncle Scrooge. I'm gonna help Donald with these burns."

Louie nodded. He got up from his chair and walked out of the kitchen, phone in hand.

Louie knew the proper time to be a easy-going, smart mouthed, slacker of a con man, and when Uncle Donald was hurt, that was not the time. He entered the foyer of the mansion and walked up to the front door.

Why didn't I hear them fighting?

Louie unlocked the front door and swung it open.

I know I can get caught up in my own stuff, but I completely zoned out.

Louie grabbed the newspaper and stuffed it in his armpit. He shut and locked the door.

It was just dream stuff. No big deal. It's nothing special-

Louie looked up to see Webby run down the stairs, jump and slide down the railing. As she reached the end of the stairs, she flipped in the air and landed perfectly.

"Whoa." Louie said. He watched her as she ran into the kitchen calling for Dewey.

Louie looked down at the notes on the dream he had saved on his phone and deleted it.

It's no big deal. We can look these up again later. Besides, it's nothing special.


A/N: Alrighty #Loubby shippers! Welcome to your new home!

I am going to keep this crush as extremely innocent, aborable, and as clean as possible. After all, these are children and originally this is a children's show. (Even though us adults LOVE this show and most likely grew up with it.)

I'll explain how I view the whole pairing when I feel like the plot thickens up a bit.

Now back to writing Chapter 7. Lorde have mercy on my soul.

Yah yah yah.

~Alex