A/N: Welp, I watched "The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains!". I thought it was pretty good, but I didn't enjoy it as much as "JAW$!". Goldie was a pretty interesting character, the jokes were pretty funny, but the triplets got kinda annoying throughout the episode (if you know what I mean).
Anways, for those perhaps wondering about this story's hypothetical place and effect in the timeline, the story takes place about nine months after "Woo-oo!" and after every new episode unless said otherwise later. Webby is 10 and the triplets are 11. Enjoy this chapter!
"What?!" Mrs. Beakley said in shock. "We're running out of air? How?"
"See for yourself," Dewey said as he handed Mrs. Beakley the book.
Mrs. Beakley skimmed over the open pages with widened eyes before looking back at Dewey and Webby. "This... This is true?"
Dewey and Webby both nodded.
"Oh, I knew we couldn't trust this place! We have to warn Mr. McDuck!" Mrs. Beakley said worriedly.
"How about Louie?" Dewey asked.
Mrs. Beakley gasped. "Louie, that's right!"
"We can't leave him if we leave soon!" Webby said with a frown. "Granny... I'm scared. What if things go wrong?"
"Webby, it's going to be all right, dear," Mrs. Beakley said with a comforting voice.
Dewey sighed. "We're just gonna have to tell Uncle Scrooge."
Mrs. Beakley put the book back onto its respective shelf. The three ducks ran out of the hall of shelves and back to the front. They quickly put on their space suits and ran out of the library's automatic doors.
"We hope to see you again at the Library of Selene!" the counter robot's voice echoed as the rushing ducks ran out.
While they hurried through the streets, a short, fat figure hid in the dark shadows of an alley near the library.
Dewey, Webby, and Mrs. Beakley ran into the wooden house. The fireplace crackled as they found Donald helping Huey walk around the living room, although he seemingly struggled.
"Pack your bags," Mrs. Beakley said firmly. "We find Louie, we go home."
Donald turned. "What?! What's going on?"
"We'll explain later," Dewey said. "But right now, we have someone to talk to."
Dewey and Webby ran past the living room and went upstairs. They opened the second door on their left of the hall, the same room where Scrooge talked to them. They saw Scrooge sitting on his green bed.
"Uncle Scrooge!" Dewey shouted. "The city is running out of oxygen. We need to find Louie and get the heck out of here fast."
"What in blazes?" Scrooge said. "What are you talking about? Luna visited earlier and told me everything is under control."
"You lied to us before. We're not letting you lie to us again. Why did we even come here in the first place, huh?" Dewey questioned. "Because bringing us to a city low on oxygen is a great idea, eh?"
"Look, when I had the spear, I didn't know I used up that much power!" Scrooge assured. "It's not my fault!"
Dewey and Webby gasped. "What did you just say?" Dewey asked.
Scrooge let out a gulp.
"That's it! You stole the spear in 2004!" Webby said. "It was obvious the entire time!"
Scrooge started to sweat. "Now, if you let me explain—"
"You... YOU murdered over a thousand innocent citizens!" Dewey yelled. "And now, we'll join them!"
Scrooge's eyes furrowed. "Why don't you just—"
"Because of you, Della Duck probably stole the spear back for the Moon and is missing!" Webby said with tears in her eyes. "Maybe she tried to save the people! The spear is the civilization's core, but to you, I guess it's just another piece of treasure, Scrooge!"
"And I guess you've come to steal it back. That's why we're here? To steal from an already dying cause?" Dewey said.
Scrooge grunted. "It's not—"
"Are we gonna die here?" Webby sniffled. "Because of you?"
"I CAME HERE FOR DELLA!" Scrooge yelled as he furiously hit the bed with his clenched fists.
Dewey and Webby gasped. Scrooge's hat fell on the floor, his sleeping outfit was wrinkled, and his black cane was probably on the verge of breaking. He stared at the two ducklings with an angry expression, a face of fury. He looked as if someone sucked up all the gold from his Money Bin. His beak opened slowly.
"Get. Out," he said between rough breaths. "Now."
Dewey and Webby, after a few silent moments, ran out of the door behind them. Webby had her hands on her eyes while Dewey clenched his fists. They walked through the dimly lit and brown hallway until Webby turned to the side and entered her brightly lit and painted room. Dewey followed behind her. Webby plopped onto her pink-covered bed, her hands still on her eyes and sounds of sniffling emitting from her. Dewey frowned as he watched his best friend. With slight hesitance, Dewey slowly walked over and sat right next to her. He put a feathered hand on her shoulder.
"H-Hey," Dewey nervously stuttered. "Are you okay?"
Webby took her hands off her eyes and looked at Dewey. Tears rolled down from her eyes and got on her outfit. She continued to sniffle.
Gosh, she's so beautiful, Dewey thought. Was Uncle Scrooge right? Was this... Love?
"Webs," Dewey said. "It's going to be okay. I mean, we'll get out of this! We escaped the Beagle Boys, a crazy librarian, Mount Neverrest, a sea monster, a Phoenician sacrificial chamber... We'll be fine! It's just that—"
Dewey then felt arms wrap around him. Webby brought him into a hug and cried in his right shoulder. After realizing what was happening, a few tears came out of Dewey's eyes.
Webby tightened the hug. "Dewey... What's going to happen to us? What if we don't come back home?"
Dewey gasped. He evidently has never seen Webby like this before.
"I'm scared of losing Launchpad. I'm scared of losing Louie, Granny, and everyone," Webby confessed. "But most of all... I'm scared of losing you. Please, promise we'll find a way out."
A tinge of red emerged from Dewey's cheeks. His breathing was rapid, but he still held Webby close not only to comfort her, but also to comfort himself.
"I promise," Dewey assured. "We'll get off the Moon... And, we'll play more Death Darts right after, right? Once we get home, we'll be a complete family again."
After another minute of embracing, Webby broke out of the hug and laid her head on Dewey's shoulder. She wiped away the tears as Dewey gave her more words of comfort.
Webby's lips quivered. "But Del—"
Suddenly, the two ducklings heard a scream. They looked at each other with widened eyes. Without hesitance, they ran out of the bright bedroom. They went through the hall and down the stairs two steps at a time. In the living room, Donald was on the floor with a weeping Huey. Scrooge sat on the green sofa with a hand on his head.
"What happened this time?" Webby said.
"Beakley! She's gone!" Scrooge frantically shouted.
Dewey and Webby gasped as Donald started to speak. "A tall guy in some space suit and black robe just ran inside, knocked her unconscious, and took her out the door. He knocked Huey off his feet!"
After Donald's quick eyewitness account, Webby put on her space suit and ran out the door with clenched fists.
"Webby! No!" Dewey called after her.
Webby ran after the tall figure in the dimly lit streets. Jumping from a few chrome cars, she managed to catch up a bit. After getting closer, Webby saw her unconscious grandmother in the arms of the tall figure. Webby wiped away a few tears as she saw this sight. She kept running and running after the figure, but it soon jumped and floated towards the city and disappeared in the dark. She ran to the end of the street.
"Granny!" Webby desperately called out. "Granny!"
Webby collapsed on her knees on the rough road and broke into tears. House lights started to turn off around her. Huey, Dewey, Donald, and Scrooge walked to the crying ten-year-old.
"Webbigail," Scrooge said as he bent down next to her. "I—"
Webby slapped Scrooge across the face. It wasn't too hard, but it evidently stung. Scrooge got on his feet and rubbed the brief red mark Webby made.
"This is all your fault!" Webby yelled at Scrooge. "I shouldn't have come on this stupid adventure!"
Webby ran and floated towards the urban city of Selene's Domain. Dewey turned to Scrooge and gave him a blank face. Not one of valid expression, but one of seemingly disappointment and slight anger. Dewey sighed and ran after Webby. Huey and Donald looked at the frowning Scrooge.
"Let's get in the house. It's gonna get late soon," Scrooge said with a grunt.
Donald's eyes widened. "But, what about Dewey and Webby? We—"
"Get in the house!" Scrooge shouted. "Family is nothing but trouble."
Frightened, Huey used his crutches to walk back and Donald stomped off to the house. Scrooge followed them, but suddenly turned to the bright, futuristic city.
"Nothing but trouble," he said quietly.
A/N: Wonder if Della is really on the Moon or not..?
