Episode 13: The Meeting of Fate
Huey, Dewey and Louie were distraught when they read the note. Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Daisy, and Clarabelle were gone. They put on a good face and were the fateful ones chosen to give the news to their children. They took it worse then they did. They went into a deep depression and Huey, Dewey and Louie were made to take care of them. It got better as the years went on. Huey, Dewey and Louie had taken over the Musketeer business and made it their own. Three years later the world had almost returned to normal.
The kids were dealing fine with the amount of power put on their shoulders. Dustin, 35, was doing fairly well. Sarah was just as fine. She was blossoming into an almost spitting image of her mother. Morty was starting to show signs of neglect. He was out late; acting fairly rude to others and acting as a pompous know it all. A spitting image of his grandfather. Mother's side. "Well, he's a tad bit better then he was." Louie laughed at Morty."
"Yeah. And Dustin is definitely Mickey's son. You can tell." Dewey said as he glanced out of his carriage window at the mouse in the topmost window of the castle. They were taking a call into the countryside.
"Who we going to see?" Huey asked.
"I don't know." Louie replied.
"You got the tip-off." Huey retorted. Louie fumbled for a second and looked at his brothers.
"He wanted to remain anonymous." Louie stated.
"We'll see how long it stays that way." Dewey laughed out the window. He gave one last look back at Dustin. "Funny how most boys look like their fathers."
"Do you think we do?" Louie asked.
"I don't know. We never saw him." Huey pointed out. "Never even knew him."
"Wasn't he called Greg?" Louie said hopefully.
"That's what mom called him." Dewey said. "We could look up a Greg Duck. "
"We don't know that was his last name." Huey said quickly. "That was our mother's maiden name."
"True, but it's a lead all the same." Dewey said.
"Yeah, a lead to nowhere." Huey exclaimed.