"Webby!" Dewey called out as he ran after her.
Dewey went through the bright, somewhat empty city. He pushed through a few citizens as he ran and floated from the sidewalk. When he reached the hospital, Webby ran across the street and in front of the library. Dewey finally reached her and grabbed her shoulder.
"Webby!" he said. "It's me! Can you hear me?"
Webby looked at the fearful blue triplet. Her hair was slightly messy and a few tears still rolling from her eyes. She flipped on a black switch on the left of her space suit.
"Okay, Dewey. I'm sorry," Webby said. "It's just that... Your uncle led us in a death trap. And whether he knew about the oxygen or not, he's still somehow responsible for stealing the powerful spear! Now Louie and Granny are gone..."
"Webby," Dewey said with a sigh.
"I just wish," Webby said quietly, "everything could go back to normal.
She sat on the grimy ground with a hand on her resting chin. Webby frowned.
"That could be arranged," a low, gruff voice echoed.
"What was that?" Webby said as she stood up and looked around.
"I'm right here. Look behind you," the voice echoed in a quieter volume.
Dewey and Webby looked behind them to find an dark, intimidating alley next to the Library of Selene. Trash littered the outside of the alley while graffiti marked power boxes near the library and a tall, brick building. Distant lights stood in the alley's background. At the front of the alley under a broken roof stood a short, fat figure overshadowed by the dark.
"Are you missing your friends, young ducklings?" the rough voice said. While Dewey raised an eyebrow with suspicion, Webby reluctantly stepped forward.
"Eleven-year-old duckling in a green McDuck Industries space suit. Elderly, yet strong lady in a white McDuck Industries space suit. They were taken, so I don't know if—"
"No, I've seen them," the voice said. "I have them with me! I have been caring for them, but now that you're here, they can go with you!"
Dewey shook his head. "Webby, let's go. You know this guy is a scam."
Webby, to Dewey's surprise, ignored Dewey's comment. "Sir, where are they?"
"I'll take you to them. Just follow me," the voice whispered.
The figure, the clear source of the voice, stepped out of the shadows. He was a bulky, black, and adult cat with a messy space suit. Green slime littered his black suit while sticky trash stuck to his helmet. His eyebrows were furrowed and he wore a sly smile. His tail slowly moved around, although it was slightly broken and seemingly ripped apart. To complete the appearance, he sported a peg on his right leg.
"Webby, this isn't safe," Dewey whispered.
"Aw, hush!" the cat said as he put a hand out. "Do you trust me?"
Webby's eyes widened. "I..."
Dewey stepped in front of Webby. He crossed his arms and shook his head. "Don't."
"I need to find Granny, no matter what," Webby said. "I... Trust you."
Webby took the cat's hand as his smile grew. They walked to the other end of the alley as Dewey fearfully followed.
"Decades ago, I was feared and despised," the cat said. "Many disrespected me and fought me for 'ruining the fun'. They all hated me, from dogs to ducks, from cows to horses, from chipmunks to..."
The cat stopped in his steps. He gave a quiet growl.
"Mice," he said. "Earth was no place for me. I even lost a leg to one of those savage animals. They made noise, invaded my personal space, and some even stole my property. Yet, somehow, they were the heroes! They got all the love."
"Then what happened?" Webby said.
"Got a friend to find out about ToonMoon. Stole a suit. Stowed away on a ship in '84. Never returned," the cat said. "Now, here I am. It's not the best, but now I have what I have always wanted. I have privacy. Anonymity. And now, because of you..."
The cat looked at the two ducklings behind him and his smile grew even larger.
"A purpose," he said.
"Wow, you're such a nice guy! Misunderstood and all. Thanks for your help!" Webby exclaimed.
"Webby, are you crazy?" Dewey whispered. "This is totally a villain! Like, I can name ten reasons why he probably is one."
"Aw, hush, Dewey, have some hope!" Webby said cheerfully. "If we go back home, we'll be home all together!"
"Yes, hope," the cat said. "Hope..."
Scrooge entered the small office. A18 was messier than his last visit. Papers now laid on the floor, pictures were unevenly hung, and spills and cups of coffee littered the desk and floor. A sleeping Luna ToonQuack had her head on her grimy desk. Scrooge slowly walked from the doorway and stepped over the mess. He stopped in front of the desk and tapped Luna's right shoulder.
"Luna?" Scrooge said. "Luna!"
Luna slowly started opening her eyes. She muttered and started constantly blinking. She picked her head up, wiped her beak, and let out a loud yawn.
"Scr-Scrooge?" Luna quietly muttered. "These aren't my regular office hours."
"This is important," Scrooge said. "Look, someone is breaking into the house and stealing my family."
"Wh-What?" Luna said as she blinked her eyes.
"Is it really safe here?" Scrooge asked. "Kidnapping and... Running out of oxygen?"
Luna widened her eyes. "I'll have officers looking for your lost family. As for the oxygen, I think that was fixed a long time ago."
"How about Della, huh?" Scrooge asked suspiciously. "That's who I'm here for."
"Again, we don't have her!" Luna groaned. "We found the spear in a crater, it's not—"
Luna yawned again. She rubbed her eyes. "McDuck, as you can see, I have lots of work to do."
"Yes, sleeping is very good work," Scrooge remarked with a smile.
Luna put her head back on her desk, closed her eyes, and chuckled. "I hate you, Scrooge."
"We're here," the cat said.
Dewey, Webby, and Pete continued walking through the alley where the distant light grew brighter. Dewey's fearful frown grew larger. They floated to the end of the alley, but they found a wall blocking the end.
"Dead end," Dewey said with boredom. "Let's go."
Dewey turned around and began walking back until Webby grabbed him by the rim of his suit. The cat cracked his knuckles.
"Um... S-Sir, where are they?" Webby nervously stuttered.
The cat turned back at the children and started laughing hysterically. "Oh, they're here. Somewhere."
Dewey and Webby nervously took a step back.
"And you'll be joining them," the cat said.
Dewey and Webby screamed and started running to the other end of the alley. The huge cat followed the screaming ducklings. He floated towards them.
"I'll finally have my revenge on the Duck family!" The cat yelled. "Thanks to you!"
Dewey and Webby ran faster. They saw the bright lights of the city approaching. Unfortunately for them, the cat was right behind Webby.
"Webby, look out!" Dewey yelled as he looked at Webby. Webby looked back and jumped in the air, but the cat grabbed the helpless Vanderquack much to Dewey's dismay. Dewey clenched his fists.
"You're going to pay for that!" Dewey shouted.
Dewey pounced on the cat and punched him in the helmet multiple times. He kicked his large stomach. Webby joined the fight and attempted to escape the cat's arms. She constantly punched the cat's helmet. The cat growled, clearly overwhelmed by the ensuing chaos. While being overridden by punches, he put an arm on his space belt and grabbed a dart gun. He brought it up, aimed it at Webby's moving arm, and shot.
Dewey fell off the bulky cat after the shot. "No!"
Webby suddenly stopped struggling, closed her eyes, and stopped moving. Dewey fell on his knees while the cat gave him a sly smile.
"Aww, the boyfriend. I've seen it all before," the cat taunted. "But don't worry! She's only unconscious... For now."
Dewey looked back at the cat with furrowed eyebrows and a melancholy frown. "You're a monster."
The cat scoffed. "You'll be seeing her soon. Because I, Lunar Pete, am merciful."
Pete bent his fat legs and jumped up high in the air. Dewey attempted to jump up after him as he shouted with anger, but fell short. Pete disappeared to the top of a brick building as Dewey began weeping on the ground. He sat on the high top of the brick building. He got out a holographic device that looked much like a cell phone. He went to his phone contacts and pressed on a contact called "Work". He used a wire to connect the phone to his communication system on his suit.
The phone in Luna's office rang. Scrooge's eyes widened. He tapped Luna again on the shoulder.
"Are you gonna take that?" Scrooge asked.
Luna's eyes opened. She stretched her arms and yawned once again. She looked at the person calling her displayed on her telephone. She eyed Scrooge, but then hesitantly answered the call.
"H-Hello?" Luna said quietly.
"I got one," Pete said over the phone's crackling audio.
"Who?" Luna asked. "Tell me."
"The girl. With the pink bow," Pete said.
"Right, her," Luna said. "Anyone else?"
"Well... the kid in the blue suit," Pete nervously said, "escaped."
"HE DID WHAT?!" Luna shouted, making Scrooge flinch back.
"I couldn't take both!" Pete explained. "They put up a fight."
Luna groaned and put the phone down on the desk. She twiddled her thumbs for a bit, but she eventually smiled. After a few more moments, she picked up the phone again.
"You know what?" Luna said. "You've done enough. Take the girl to the place. I'll take care of the rest tonight."
A/N: Sorry if this chapter feels a little rushed. Also, last call for theories in reviews! Please review with your theories now or forever hold your peace.