Chapter IX - The Conclusion of the Beginning

Webby grabbed Lena's wrist and dove towards the direction of the voice, finding herself in the kitchen, Webby laughed nervously, "Yeah, it's me,"

Lena slammed the door in a Beagle boys face and pressed herself against the weak door.

"Hey, I don't think this will hold," Lena warned, as Webby pushed a chair against it.

"Hurry up then!" Dewey replied.

"So you're the princes huh?" Lena asked, and amused smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth. Of course, the boys couldn't see that from where they sat in a dark room. In fact, they didn't really have a face to put to the voice at all. The brothers shared an odd look, "Looks like we finally found you,"

"Uh, who are you, anyway?" Louie asked.

"Oh right, guys this is Lena,"
"Forget that, get us out," Dewey reminded the girls.

"It's locked," Lena noted, jiggling the door.

"No duh," Louie replied

"Uh, yeah, hold on a second,"

Webby pulled out a knife from a pocket.

"Wait, have you had that the whole time?" Lena asked.

"Uh, yeah,"

"We could have used it?"

"We didn't need it,"

"What does Webby have?" Huey asked curiously.

"A knife?" Lena replied as the pantry door swung open.

As the kitchen door opened.

"Oh no," the children chorused in frustration.

"Run!" Lena cried.

"We're still tied up here," Louie shouted.

"Sorry," Webby said, and yanked her knife from the door, and sliced the ropes.

Just to be cornered by a Beagle Boy.

"Webby!" Lena called out concerned, but her voice was muffled.

"Boys!" A voice cried.

"Uncle Donald!" The triplets called out in a mix of relief and guilt..

"Webby!"

"Granny," Webby replied, far more on the guilty side.

Donald burst into the room, dragging the rather large Beagle away from the door, "Get away from my Boys!"

The four children scurried out of the room, and watched with wide eyes as Donald fought the Beagle Boy with a rarely seen (distinctly unrefined) fury.

"I was not aware he could do that," Beakely noted, "as she punched another

"You, Beakley!" Ma shouted entering, the already crowded, and already destroyed kitchen.

"Been a while," Beakley groaned, "Donald, take the kids,"
"But Lena!" Webby said suddenly, rapidly looking for her friend.

"Who?" Beakley asked.

"Lena!" Webby noticed, as she noticed a smirking Beagle taking her outside. Webby chased after her friend. Mrs. Beakley chased after her, pushing her enemies to the side as her granddaughter wove her way through those same enemies.

"I'd be careful!" another Beagle boy appears from outside, joining his brother, but something about his smirk

"What are you doing with that girl," Beakley asked, finally catching up to Webby, and pulling her granddaughter back.
"You're going to give us what we want,"

"What do you want?" Mrs. Beakley asked.

"Uhh,"

"What do we want,"

"We want to rule Duckburg," Ma Beagle reminded them.

"So, give us Duckburg and we'll give you the girl,"

Ma groaned, "Why would Scrooge give up an entire kingdom for some random girl,"

"So… we kill her,"

"No!" Webby cried.

Beakley punched Ma. Donald burst out the back door, knocking down Ma, and jumping over her, knocking into the Beagle boy.

Lena screamed, but in the Beagle's surprise he dropped Lena, and she stumbled backwards.

"Hey!"

"Ow," Donald whined, but noticed he was sitting on the ground before Lena, "Are you okay," Donald asked.

"Prince Donald," Lena gasped.

Donald grimaced, "Uh yes?"

Lena suddenly looked panicked, "I'll, I've got to go, thanks,"

"Wait," Donald said, reaching towards her, but Lena was too quick, and already scrambling through a hole in a fence.

"Lena!"

"See you later Pink!" Lena called back before disappearing.

Beakley let out a large sigh, and glared at Ma Beagle, "We'll be going now,"

"We're in trouble aren't we," Louie asked.

"You better believe it," Beakley replied, herding the four guilty kids through the door. A few Beagles attempted to mess with them, but quickly decided messing with a frustrated, Mrs. Beakley and Donald was not worth it.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!" Donald screamed at the kids as he hoarded them into the castle

"Can we eat something," Huey pipped up, "We haven't eaten in a few hours,"

Donald nodded thoughtfully but clearly annoyed.

"I'll get something for the children… and let the King know they've been found,"

"We just wanted to explore Duckburg,"

"You should have asked," Donald tried.

"You would have said no," Louie reminded him.

Donald sighed.

Webby awkwardly sat at the edge of the bench.

"How did they even hear about you,"

"I don't know, maybe someone overheard us talking," Louie shrugged.

"Well,

"Well, you shouldn't have split up,"

"We didn't mean too," Huey said defensively.

"I'm sorry," Webby said, "I told them to run while I took care of them,"

"Are you crazy, fighting a beagle boy one on one, you're a little girl,"

"But Granny,"

"You could have gotten hurt, and Mrs. B would have been very upset,"

Webby was silent.

"And that girl, while the Beagle boys might sit on this information, she most likely won't. It's only a matter of time before the whole city knows you're here,"

Lena wandered around the city aimlessly, debating on if she should go home at all tonight.

But nevertheless she found herself on the very edge of town, on the very edge of the bay, near a door in the rocky shore. Lena took a deep breath and opened the door, "Aunt Magica, I'm home,"

"There you are, where have you been," Magica growled, sitting at the table.

Lena brushed off the question, "I've got something you might find interesting,"

"It better be," Magica snapped.

"The Prince has returned,"

"Oh has he," Magica said, her tone a lot sweeter. Lena relaxed a bit.

"And that's not all, he's got three nephews with him,"

"Three nephews?"

"Triplets,"

"...How fitting, nephews, so the Princess's sons,"

"I would assume," Lena shrugged.
"Any news on her?"

"Not a word, they didn't mention her,"

"They?"

"I haven't even told you the best part… I think… maybe... I've got an in,"