A/N: Watched "Day of the Only Child!", loved it. The triplets' relationships were well-established, the jokes were funny and clever, and Huey finally gets screentime. Dewey and Webby were paired in the episode, so that made some interesting moments (especially one at the beginning). Doofus Drake was a great addition, and I would love to see him in a future episode. Dewey's "dark" secret was funny, yet a little underwhelming... Anyways, onto the chapter!

"What was that?" Scrooge said with a perplexed face as Luna put the phone down.

"Um, babysitter!" Luna said. "Yeah, the babysitter."

"You have a child?" Scrooge said.

"Correct, a daughter, in fact," Luna said. "I miss her already... Anyways, I'll get the guards ready!"

"Wait! Luna!" Scrooge said. "Thanks for all your help. I don't think we could have survived this blasted moon without you."

"Hey, it's no problem!" Luna assured. "Anytime!"

"I just... Miss my family. My mai— A great friend of mine and one of my grandnephews were captured. And Launchpad, who drove us here, is currently recovering at the hospital. I had a fight with another one of my grandnephews and his friend and they ran off! It's been tough..."

Scrooge sighed and headed for the doorway. Luna's eyes widened as she looked at Scrooge. She stood from her chair.

"McDuck, listen," Luna said. "I've lost people, too. For me, to death and to curses. An entire civilization! And... family. So, I think I know how you feel."

Scrooge turned back. "Y-You do?"

"Y'know, Della always told tales of meeting gods and heroes," Luna said. "Infinite beings, seemingly immortal. They could just do anything for you, and all it took were a few noble sacrifices. She said she was friends with Zeus, and Selene was an actual goddess. So maybe, just maybe, with a little hope... The gods would be on your side, eh?"

Scrooge let out a few tears as he looked at Luna. He spoke in a slightly raspy voice. "I guess you're right."


Scrooge walked into his borrowed house with hands on his helmet. Tears dropped from his eyes. He walked to the couch and plopped onto it. Huey and Donald walked into the nearly empty living room. Huey was sweating, obviously scared with his brothers not around. He remembered Only Child Day, which was when they all fully realized how much they truly needed each other. He put on his signature hat and sat next to the crying Scrooge. Donald wore a blank face devoid of feeling. He looked as if he was just punched in the gut multiple times. He walked next to Scrooge and gave him a dirty look. Donald's luck had turned down big time.

"Uncle Scrooge, what are we going to do?" Huey said with desperation.

Scrooge looked at his oldest grandnephew, who was probably more scared than he had ever seen him. Scrooge cleared his throat and only gave him one word. "Hope."

The door slammed open, and out came an anxious Dewey. He was breathing in his oxygen roughly, probably wasting the limited substance. His eyes were wide open and his suit was covered in slimy trash.

"Webby... Captured!" Dewey shouted.

"What?!" Scrooge shouted. "Webbigail, no..."

Dewey walked to the middle of the room and the door closed behind him.

"Some cat called 'Lunar Pete' captured her. Anyway, we have to find her!"

"Pete?" Scrooge asked. "As in, 'Pegleg Pete?"

Dewey gasped. "You know this guy?"

"Pete," Donald muttered. "He took what he wanted, he stole all the fun, and plotted against us every single day."

"Not in the Disney Junior shows, though," Huey pointed out.

"He disappeared over three decades ago, thank goodness," Donald said. "But if he's here... On the Moon. Why? What is he doing?"

Dewey sat on one of the chairs. "He wants revenge. On the Duck family."

"For what?" Huey said.

"I-I... Um," Scrooge stuttered as everyone looked at him. "Might've, uh, cut one of his legs off?"

"You did what?!" The ducks said in unison.

"He was in me money bin in 1984! That blasted cat used a baseball bat as a weapon!" Scrooge explained. "He was going to take me out, so I swung my sword at him to keep him away, but then I realized... His right leg was gone."

"You cut his leg off for being in the bin?!" Huey shouted. "That is against many rules in the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook! Well, that is, if I only had it."

"A spear thief AND a leg cutter!" Dewey said with anger. "REALLY, Uncle Scrooge?!"

"Well, I don't think Pete is responsible for all of the kidnapping!" Scrooge said. "Pete is a bit... Overweight, shall I say, not like last night's kidnapper. Someone else is also against us."

"Whoever it is, whatever, it doesn't matter!" Dewey said with a fist in the air. "I say we go after the culprits ourselves!"

"It's fine, lad! Luna's guards are looking for everyone as we speak," Scrooge said.

Dewey went to the front of the door. "Well, I'm going, Uncle Scrooge! I want to save my family! Even if you won't help!"

Dewey was in and out of that house. He walked out of the door anxious, yet determined. He was going to save his family. He was going to do it.

Donald looked at Dewey with worry. He suddenly straightened up and followed the small duckling. "Well, I'm coming, too!"

Dewey and Donald walked down the street and into the big city, prepared for whatever came in their way. Would it be worth it though?

Huey also tried getting up. He put his hands on the sofa and attempted at getting on his feet, but failed. "Ah! I'm restless!" Huey shouted. "Stupid crutches."

Scrooge stared at the wooden door as it closed. "What have I done?"


It had been nine Earth hours. Donald and Dewey searched nearly everywhere. They searched from the library to the robotics center, and from the restaurants to the hospital. They questioned many of the citizens and looked outside of the city also. They even searched the alleys for Pete, but to no avail. Dewey frowned as he put his head down.

Donald put his hand on Dewey's shoulder as they walked through the busy sidewalks during the rush hour. "Well, there's one place we haven't checked."

Donald pointed at the Main Office, which was just across the street. Dewey lightly shrugged and walked across while hovering cars stood to the side of them. Dewey and Donald then reached the front of the building and walked through the automatic doors. They immediately peered at the counter in the lobby, but nobody was there.

"I guess we'll let ourselves in," Dewey said.

The nephew and his uncle walked past the counter and into the hallway. Unlike Scrooge's last visit, the hall was vacant and free of busy employees. They kept walking through the hallway until they heard shouting. They turned to the side. The noise was coming from A18.

"Should we... Go in?" Donald asked.

"Wait," Dewey quietly said.

Dewey put an ear to the door, eavesdropping on the conversation.

"It's all superstition! And illegal! Why would you do this?" a male voice shouted.

"And our people? What would they think of this?" another voice loudly questioned.

"I'm trying to save the people! Can you please understand?!" a female voice pleaded.

"Killing and kidnapping isn't going to save anyone! You're a lunatic!" another female voice sternly shouted.

"Della told me! They're real!" the previous female voice assured. "We must satisfy them!"

"Della told you? The same person who stole the Spear of Selene from us?" a new voice said.

Dewey gasped with a hand on his beak. Donald let out a gulp.

"Della betrayed us! The head of this program, no less!" the second male voice yelled. "You hid that from the people!"

The chaos ensued. Yelling echoed across the hall and banging was made from an apparent gavel. The group of voices soon came to a complete silence.

"Order!" a male voice shouted. "As the Security Council for ToonMoon, we unanimously deem your plans to carry out myths unnecessary and risky. If we continue this later, we could have you impeached AND arrested! But this is no time for that. We'll have to table that for tomorrow."

The metal door handle then began to turn. Without hesitance, Dewey and Donald ran out of the hallway and into the lobby. They stepped out of the building.

Dewey faced Donald. "What just happened back there? It can't be true... Did Mom really steal the spear?"

Donald furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of the spear. "That is none of your business! But, we found out nothing about our lost family. We'll keep searching tomorrow."

"But... A killer and a kidnapper, on the Moon! It could be... Wait, wasn't that Luna's office?" Dewey asked.

"The mayor of the city?" Donald asked. "I believe."

"Those guys said they could have the person responsible for the crimes not only arrested, but impeached," Dewey said. "Uncle Donald, what does impeached mean again?"

"A person of high authority being voted out of office," Donald said. "Why?"

"Uncle Donald, that's it!" Dewey said. "I know who kidnapped our family!"


Dewey and Donald ran into the wooden house. Scrooge stood up in a defensive position with his fists next to his head while Huey hid behind the bright, green sofa. They were both wearing their spaces suits, probably in case they were lost to whoever came in. Dewey quickly slammed the door behind him and locked it.

Dewey stepped forward. "Guys, something—"

A deafening explosion emerged from the ceiling. Dewey and Donald were launched to the wall near the door while Huey bumped his head on the sofa from the impact. Scrooge fell off of his feet and fell onto the ground. The smoke began to come into the room and blinded the alarmed ducks. A tall figure walked down from the stairs and into the now ash-covered living room. Scrooge slowly got up and faced the side of the staircase entrance. He wiped away the ash on his space helmet.

The figure was in a space suit, but was exposed and uncloaked. In fact, it was a duck in the space suit. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot and her lips seemed dry and were quivering with anger. The duck's space suit was dark from the explosion. Her hair was all over the place, too.

Scrooge recognized who the duck was. "Luna."

Donald got up from laying his back on the wall. He ran across the room, grabbed Luna, and pinned her on the wall near the fireplace.

"You took my family!" Donald shouted. "We trusted you! After all these years! I bet you took her too!"

Scrooge grabbed Luna's right shoulder and pushed it onto the wall. "What are you doing, Luna? What has gotten into you?"

"I'm trying to save this place," Luna said. "The legends..."

Dewey stood up and limped to the stationary Luna. He stared her straight into the eyes next to Donald. "Trying to save people? By kidnapping a couple more? By murdering? What are you doing?"

"WHERE'S MY FAMILY?!" Scrooge yelled. "NOW, WHERE'S DELLA?!"

"You're going to die here," Luna quietly said.

"I don't care! For you, it's no different!" Scrooge shouted. "I'll ask you again! WHERE IS MY FAMILY?! WHERE IS DELLA?!"

The fire began to run down the staircase and spread near Della. "I-I... You can't do this—"

"WHERE ARE THEY?!" Scrooge yelled once more.

"I KILLED DELLA!" Luna finally shouted.

Dewey, Donald, and Scrooge gasped at Luna's confession. They stood silent. Donald didn't know what to feel and Scrooge was too shocked to even move.

"That's right," Luna said. "The legendary Della Duck... I killed her."

Suddenly, a spark ignited inside Dewey. A deadly, dangerous one. He lightly pushed Donald and Scrooge away and tightly gripped both of Luna's shoulders. His eyes reflected the burning, orange flames, which were getting even closer.

"You... Killed Mom? Just like that?" Dewey said in a quiet, yet intimidating voice. "She was a good person!"

Luna reached for her toolbelt. "Sweetie, you never knew your mom."

"She loved her family! She never hurt an innocent soul! Mom stole that spear for a reason, didn't she?!" Dewey shouted. "I bet she even gave a damn about the people here! And you just... Murdered her!"

Donald and Scrooge fearfully stared at the furious duckling. Luna sighed and looked away from Dewey's eye contact.

"NO!" Dewey yelled. He adjusted Luna's head to face him and quickly punched her helmet, leaving a crack in it. "YOU LISTEN TO ME! Because of you, we're in this hell you call home, and Mom... Mom's dead."

Luna groaned. "I don't have time for this."

Luna brought out a dart gun from her belt and pointed it at Dewey's arm. Dewey gasped and ran from Luna on the other side of the room. Pieces of the wooden ceiling began to fall, but Luna continued to aim at Dewey. Dewey closed his eyes, but suddenly, someone jumped in his way. Dewey gasped. He looked to the floor in front of him and saw an unconscious Donald lying there.

"No!" Dewey cried out.

Luna walked in front of the hopeless Dewey. She picked up Donald's nearly inanimate body.

"Thanks, boys," Luna said, "but I've got a ritual to begin."

Luna ran through the house's front door, which was then blocked by the wooden parts of the ceiling. Dewey ran to the middle of the room with Scrooge, who was cradling an unconscious Huey. The crackling fire surrounded the three helpless ducks. Scrooge frowned while Dewey whimpered.

"We're going to run out of oxygen soon," Dewey said. "What are we going to do?"

Suddenly, a spotlight came from the sky. It filled the dark area with brightness through the holes of the house. Dewey and Scrooge gasped as two words filled the air.

"Blathering Blatherskite!"

A/N: Chapter 12, "My Niece", will release on July 28, 2018. Thank you for your continued support!