"Della! Turn back! It's too dangerous! A cosmic storm is coming!" A distressed Scrooge begged, sitting on a chair in front of a control panel, looking at the giant screen. On the screen was a female duck in a space suit, not looking at the camera that was implanted on the spaceship's cockpit as thunder could be heard in the background. He had headphones on while holding a microphone with his left hand, having his right hand on the panel.

"Sc-ooge, I- an't!" The duck named Della responded, wincing a little in fear. Then, in a heartbeat, the screen went into static. Scrooge's eyes widened in disbelief, still looking at the screen.

"Della?" Scrooge asked to the screen, still emitting static.

No response, the static filling the room in his response.

"Della?!"

Once again no response as the sound of static continued mocking him. He kept calling her name but with no response back.

His eyes shot up open, waking up from his dream, a nightmare, to be exact. He looks around while his left hand reached over to the lamp's switch, pulling it, causing the lamp to emit a small light source, slightly brightening the room. He looks at his shaky hands, gritting his teeth. Tears started forming on his eyes before he covered his face with his hands. Sobs emitted out of his mouth, suppressing his worthless anger as if his mind was having a mental shouting contest within it.

"I-I'm sorry, Della."

Inside the boathouse, Donald Duck was sitting on his hammock, his bed, his left hand holding a photo that had Scrooge, himself, and Della in it. His thump rubbing on the photo Della, his beak quivering. He closes his eyes, sighing with a hint of grieving in there. He then looks out of his window, glancing at the nightly sky as the moon dimmed his room with its beautiful light.

"I miss you so much, sis."

(Suburbs, Next Morning)

Favian was sitting in a seat in front of a computer screen, his right hand holding the mouse and his left hand above the keyboard. He stared a the screen as the fan inside the tower was the only thing heard in his room. He was exploring eBay, mainly looking for Twisted Metal: Head On for his PlayStation 2, which was sitting next to his PS3, which was also sitting next to his PS4.

His eyes caught a copy of the game with the price of three ninety-nine. He hovers the mouse over the item, clicks on it, taking him to another webpage. He then hovers the over to the giant blue rectangle button that had the words "Buy It Now!" in white text on it and clicked on it, buying the game. He then laid back on the chair, happily sighing.

He then started humming "Preussens Gloria", letting his patriotism show itself without anyone to judge him. He closes his eyes, imagining himself having a horse ride with Otto Von Bismarck alongside him. This brought a little smile on his face, having both arms behind his head, laying his feet on his desk. Yep, this was life for him.

But, something was missing… He looks over to a small photo frame standing on his desk next to his bed. He stood up from the chair and walked over to the photo, stopping in front of the desk. He picks it up and raises it up close to his face, making the picture easy to see. He looks at it once before his eyes winced, tears forming on both. He wipes away the tears with his sleeve. "Mom… Dad… Why…" He asked, grief-stricken, only to be met by silence.

He sighs a little, little bit of tears still forming. It has been nine years since that fateful night. He was just six years old when he discovered the bodies of his parents in the living room when he was returning back to school. The police have spent months searching for the assailant with no luck. The dog places the photo back on the table before slamming both of his fists on the bed in a fit of rage, a groan of anger leaving his mouth. However, instead of moving, he started sobbing, it being muffled by the bed. He could see the haunting image of his parents' dead bodies on the floor with their pool of blood surrounding them.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

The sound of knocking from the front door could be heard, causing Favian to get out of the state that he was currently on and try to put on a happy face. He wipes away the tears that were still on his face before heading out of his room, walked downstairs to the living room.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

Someone knocked on the door again, making him walk towards the door quicker. "Hold on! Hold on!" He shouted, finally reaching the door. He grabs and turned the doorknob, then pulled the door open. He is met by the mailman, holding an envelope. The mailman looks at Favian before lifting his hat off his head.

"Special Delivery for…" The mailman looks at the mailman up close, reading it for a couple of seconds before looking at the dog. "Favian Hoffmann." He then gives the envelope to Favian, before tipping his hat.

"Thank you, sir." Favian said, smiling at the mailman.

The mailman smiles, winking at him, before walking back to his delivery van and driving off. Favian closes the front door, looking at the envelope. He goes to the kitchen, sitting in a chair that was in behind a table. He opens the envelope and pulled out a small, white piece of paper. He brushes off the enveloped aside and started reading the paper.

(McDuck Manor)

Huey, Dewey, and Louie were laying on their bedroom floor closed to each other, their eyes staring at the wooden ceiling. Their faces had the same expression, boredom. Yet another day without any adventure. Suddenly, the door let out a loud creaking sound, indicating that someone has opened it. The boys looked and saw Webby entering their room.

"Hey, guys!" Webby greeted enthusiastically, smiling.

"Hey, Webby." The triplets responded in unison, speaking in a bored manner.

Webby's face turned into worrisome, kneeling down in front of the trio. "What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

"No adventure." Dewey muttered, reaching his left hand out like as if he was going towards the light, but places his hand back on the cold floor.

Webby started rubbing her chin, humming. She was trying to think of a solution. Then a lightbulb shined in her head, raising her index finger upward. She looks at the triplets with a smile on her face. "Hey, guys, let's play a game to get rid of the boredom!" She suggested, trying to sound exciting to make the boys excited.

Huey moved his body upward, placing both his hands on the floor for support. "Sure, what do you suggest?"

Webby grins a little. She's about to suggest a fun game. "You'll see."

Inside Scrooge's office, Scrooge was sitting in his desk, counting and towering the pennies on his desk. There were actually three towers of pennies with a long portable stair next to the third tower.

"243… 245… 246… 247." He kept placing pennies on top of each other and he was enjoying it as he had a smile on him with no sight of ending his counting. Meanwhile, Louie was walking down the hallway of the manor. He was holding a toy gun that shot out foam bullets that stuck on some surfaces. He constantly checked his surrounding in case of an ambush. However, he didn't notice that Webby was in the hallway that he was currently on, laying on her stomach top of a circular chandelier. She was equipped with the same toy gun as Louie's, but, she had her night vision goggle on her face, making her able to see Louie in the dark with no problem

She aimed her toy gun at Louie and pulled the trigger, holding it. The toy guy let out a hail of foam bullets, almost all of which made contact with Louie. Webby released her finger from the trigger, stopping any more foam bullets from exiting out of the toy gun. Webby pulls out her grappling hook, pointed at a concealed vent and shot it. The hook grabs on the vent, making Webby hop out of the chandelier, swinging around, and landed next to Louie, who was removing the foam bullets from the back of his hoodie.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Louie remarked, looking obviously unamused.

"Yeah." Webby crackles, helping Louie remove the foam bullets off his back.

Meanwhile, in another hallway, Dewey, who was also wielding a toy gun, was walking down said hallway, trying to find the others to take them down. He turns to the right to another hallway, passing endless paintings of Scrooge or his relatives, occasionally passing a small pedestal with a valuable item in a case on top of it. He then heard footsteps around him, making him look around his surrounding, tensed up.

He paces up his speed, hoping to avoid being spotted by his brothers or Webby. While not looking, he accidentally bumps into something, not hard or soft, causing him to fall to the ground. He looks up and saw Mrs. Beakley towering over him, arms crossed.

"Dewey, what are you doing?" Mrs. Beakley asked sternly, looking at Dewey who picked himself up off the ground. "We're playing Tag Shootout. Whoever gets hit by a foam bullet they get eliminated." Dewey explained, pointing at the toy gun he was holding.

Although she thought that the game that he, and presumably the other boys and Webby were playing, was reckless, she just sighs before looking back at Dewey. "You're allowed to play your little game, but don't cause any messes or break anything." Mrs. Beakley then passes him, turning right to the hallway that he was while her footsteps were light due to stepping on the carpet.

Dewey turns but before he could react, he gets a foam bullet to the forehead. Shocked at first, he groans in defeat as he drops the toy gun on the carpet. He spots Webby and Louie walking up and stopping in front of him. Webby had a triumphant smile on her face while Louie looked embarrassed due to losing first.

"Gotcha!" Webby announced, pointing at Dewey. Instead of being mad, Dewey smiles a little.

"Ahhhh, noooo, you got me, ow." Dewey acted, fake falling to the ground. Webby chuckles a little as he helps Dewey back up.

"Hey, wanna follow along to see me takedown Huey?" Webby offered.

"Sure." Dewey responded. The trio then walked down the hallway, looking for Huey.

(Outside the Manor)

Favian walked up to the front door of the manor, having his right hand on his right hip due to the pain of walking a long distance to reach where he was now. He was wearing clothes that he didn't dress in usually. Instead of his usual black shirt and dark blue jeans, he wore a black tuxedo with a black tie and black jeans. He stretched his arms upward, his back cracking. He looks at the door and knocked on it with his left fist.

After a while, he hears the door unlocking and opening inward. He is met by Bentina Beakley, looking at the dog sternly.

"Can I help you?" Mrs. Beakley spoke, still looking at Favian.

Favian grins a little before speaking. "Hello, I'm looking for Huey, Dewey, and Louie. They have sent me an invitation letter to hang out with them." He then pulled out the invitation letter that he got when he was at his house, handing it to Mrs. Beakley. Mrs. Beakley takes the letter before speaking.

"You must be that Favian Hoffmann guy that I heard the kids talking about when they came home, right?" Bentina Beakley asked, looking at Favian before looking at the letter. Favian nodded once before responding. "Yes, ma'am."

Bentina finishes reading, the letter, looking at Favian with a small smile. "Well, then. Come in and make yourself at home." She moves out of the way near the door, allowing Favian to walk in the mansion with no objection. His attention was caught by the wonderous living, making him hold back his gawking.

"Woah, this place looks totally awesome!" Favian admired mentally, clearing his throat. He was expecting the place to be awesome looking but not this awesome. It felt like he was dreaming that he wanted to pinch himself but restraint himself in doing so.

"Enjoying what you see?" Bentina spoke

"Hah!" Favian yelps, snapping out of his rarely vivid mind. He quickly clears his throat as he went into his normal posture. "Eh, yes, this mansion is really marvelous, if I say so myself." Favian recovered, closing his eyes. "Now, where are the guys at?" Favian looks around the living room, occasionally glancing at a painting of three ducks. The first duck, an old male one with a red tuxedo and a top hat, was sword fighting a ghost pirate with a phantom-like aura around it. The second duck, another male but younger that wore sailor attire, minus the pants, was swinging above the old duck, holding onto a swing attached to the crow's nest. The last duck, a female young one, was sword fighting on top of a red and white sail against a normal duck pirate. She wore what looks like pilot attires, also minus the pants, with goggles and a peach white scarf.

"Come back!" A familiar female called out.

"Ahhhhh!" A familiar voice screamed.

Favian looks at where the voices came from, which was coming from the hallways that were attached to the stairs, and spotted Webby with Louie and Dewey chasing after Huey while they held toy guns. This was unexpecting for Favian as he thought that Scrooge's great-nephews were like those stereotypical rich and fancy families that you see on the TV or something like that. But no, it was like a usually packed family: fun, adventurous, etc.

Favian smiles before looking at Bentina Beakley. "Well, if you don't mind, ehh…-"

"Bentina, Bentina Beakley." Mrs. Beakley finishes for him.

"Thank you. What I was saying was that I'm going to have fun with the guys." Favian turns towards the four, who were heading towards him without looking. Before he could react, they run into him, tumbling around the room until their bodies stopped.

"Ouch." Huey said first, raising and rubbing his head.

"Are you guys okay?" Webby asked, looking around and spotting the guys on the floor.

"We're okay." The Huey, Dewey, and Louie responded in unison.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Favian spoke, his left hand on his head. His voice caught the attention of the triplets and Webby as they looked at him surprised as they didn't know that he already made his presence.

"Hey, when did you arrive?" asked Louie, pointing at Favian.

"Eh, about a minute ago." Favian answered, standing off from the ground, dusting off his clothes from any spec of dust. "What were you guys doing? Playing with toy guns?" He asked, looking at the toy guns laying on the floor.

"We were and it was fun!" Webby responded, smiling, excited as she raises both arms up to the air to express her excitement more.

"For her." Huey commented, his index finger upward, reminded of almost losing to Webby.

"Man, I must have missed out on a lot."

"Nah, it was just one game. We were kind of bored." Louie explained, both arms in his jacket pockets while looking chilled as usual.

Before anyone could continue, fast footsteps could be heard getting closer and closer, coming from the hallways connected to the stairs. Then came Scrooge McDuck from the left hallway, having a confused look on his face. "What was that ruck-" He stops himself when he spots Favian, who looked back at him with a surprised look on his face. He wasn't expecting any visitors at all "Who's this little lad?"

(To Be Continued)