Hey! I'm back, thank you to Cartoonlover422 + Pilyarquitect for reviewing the last chapter and…what about that finale!? Agh!
That was why I waited a week to put this chapter up, because I wanted to see if there was anything in regards to Lena and Magica that I could use in this chapter and although the end [not the very end, the end before that] was great, I decided it didn't really, if this makes any sense whatsoever.
I have another fanfic idea floating round this mind of mine now, so we'll see, but for now see chapter 1 for the disclaimer and let's crack on.
After a suitable period of locking eyes, the creature put her head on one side again. Mrs Beakley narrowed her eyes and ran at her, leaping up in the air and preparing to deliver a powerful roundhouse kick.
The alien smirked, its eyes glowed and with its other hand [the one that wasn't currently supporting Huey] it flicked Beakley away as easily as if she had been an insect and watched as she thumped quite hard against the wall of the field before falling to the floor.
Maize then felt a tingling at the back of her head and turned just in time to see Webby try to do the same thing, so she flicked her away as well making her land next to her grandmother.
Webby got her breath back pretty quickly and grabbed her granny's arm. "You alright, granny?"
Mrs Beakley flicked her eyes over to where the alien was floating towards Dewey and Louie and whispered. "Fine…look, she's too powerful, we'll never be able to defeat her while she's able to use telekinetic energy and certainly not without the scythe."
Hearing her granny's words, Webby made a split-second decision and, keeping a steady eye on the creature, ran out the destroyed wall, out the maze, round the back of it and picked up the scythe which lay innocently on the grass and legged it back into the maze.
Dewey saw her leave and tried to keep a straight face. Clearly Webby was up to something and he didn't want the thing from planet creepy cottoning on.
Thankfully Louie seemed to have her pretty much distracted. "You know, I think you're making a mistake taking Huey." He was currently saying. Dewey instantly turned to his younger brother, wondering where the heck he was going with this.
The thing put its head on one side again.
Louie nodded and said, brightly. "Yeah, seriously I do, because I'm taking it you want what any good self-respecting alien wants right? To kidnap Huey and like dissect and examine him or whatever, right?"
Directly above them and able to hear every word, Huey felt nerves growing in him as Maize casually nodded.
Louie felt sick when she did that, as it confirmed his worst fears, but he kept a poker face and carried on with his ace card. "Exactly, but why are you examining him? You should be examining me!"
"What!?" Dewey and Mrs Beakley said together, as the older of the two stepped forward, protectively.
As if he hadn't heard them Louie carried on. "I mean I know we're identical triplets and a bit of a prize and all, but out of all of us, I am really your best bet. I'm the youngest so I've been looked after and coddled my whole life which means I'm the closest out of us to a normal person there is. Plus I eat a lot of junk food so you can have a look at the effect it's having on my insides if you like."
Scared that the alien was seriously starting to consider it, Dewey shoved his younger brother aside and said forcibly. "Right, ignore everything that idiot just said. I'm the best bet!"
From up above Huey Had the best view and he saw Webby edge back into the field with the scythe and head straight to her grandma. Unfortunately he was too far away to hear what they were saying.
"I've got it granny." Webby was saying, presenting Mrs Beakley with the scythe.
Bentina shushed her, and took said scythe and hid it discreetly behind her back while carefully watching the scene in front of her.
At this precise second Dewey was ticking points off on his fingers. "- and I have the ability to act, sing and dance which not many people do. I'm the middle triplet out of us three so if you want to see how behind not quite the oldest and not quite the youngest affects people I'm your man."
"Did I mention I have an talent for art?" Louie said, desperately, getting the things attention back. "And money, I'm very good with money. I can even swim in it, can't I Dewey?"
"Llewelyn McDuck, would you shut up!?"
"Hey, less of the full name thing, McDewfus, I'm trying to save Huey here!"
"So am I, genius!"
It was at this point that Beakley decided to intervene. She knelt down and whispered in Webby's ear. "We need to get Huey down. We can't risk making her angrier while she's using him as leverage. We somehow need to get her in a position when she can't use her telekinetic energy."
Webby frowned. "Well, what are we meant to do? Chop her head of?"
Mrs Beakley's eyes glimmered. "You know what my dear? You have just given me an idea."