Huey straightened his Junior Woodchuck cap as he entered the park, oddly nervous, today he would meet his new little brother or sister that he would be helping. It felt weird to be meeting someone who would look up to him for knowledge and guidance, and not be made fun of due to his interests.
"Ah, good," Launchpad called out, waving Huey over to where he stood with a little female duck with a bright pink headband around her head, Huey recognized her as the little girl from Funzo's Fun zone when his mom attacked Magica, "This is Rosie," Launchpad continued, "Your Junior Junior Woodchuck sister."
"Hey Rosie," Huey said, holding out his hand towards the little girl, "What badge do you want to work on?"
"I don't know," Rosie admitted shrugging.
"Do you want to learn to cook, or bake, or sew," Huey offered.
Rosie shook her head, before her bright blue eyes lit up as a couple of teenagers rode by on their bikes, "I want to learn to do that," she announced, pointing after the teenagers.
Huey's eyes grew round, "You want to learn to ride a bike?"
"Uh-huh," Rosie said blinking up at the older boy, "Puh-lease."
Huey frowned, bicycle maintenance was one badge he hadn't earned yet, "We need bikes to do that," he informed the little girl, who glanced down to the ground.
"Oh," she said, "The orphanage doesn't have any of those."
"I think Webby has an old bike," Huey said, "Come on Rosie, let's head to McDuck Manor."
...
It was quiet at McDuck Manor, which wasn't surprising since Uncle Scrooge had taken Della and Dewey with him on a business trip, Launchpad was helping with the Junior Woodchucks, and Webby and Lena had gone off somewhere with Violet, which left only Louie, no doubt watching tv in the den, and Mrs. Beakley, who should be in the kitchen.
"Wow," Rosie announced, standing in the middle of the entryway, her head tilted up to see the chandelier as she spun around in a circle, "You live here? You're so lucky."
"I know," Huey said as he headed towards the garage if there was a bicycle laying around it would be there, "Listen, Rosie, don't touch anything okay."
"Why not?" she asked, eagerly.
"A lot of the stuff in the garage is dangerous."
"Hubert," a voice called out as Duckworth phased through the wall beside them, "Need I remind you that you have been forbidden to go into the garage without proper adult supervision."
Rosie quickly grabbed hold of Huey hiding behind him, "Huey," she whimpered, "That's a ghost!"
"I know, this is Duckworth, our butler," Huey said, "I'm sorry Duckworth, we were just going to see if we can't find Webby's old bike."
"Perhaps you should ask Mrs. Beakley where it might be before you touch something that you shouldn't."
"Great," Huey told the ghost butler, grabbing Rosie's hand, "Come on Rosie, let's go talk to Mrs. Beakley."
With that, he dragged the little girl across the manor to the kitchen, where Mrs. Beakley was doing some baking, "Hello children," she said as she pulled the tray of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven, "What are you doing here?"
"Do you know of a bike that I can help Rosie here learn to ride?" Huey asked, "I was hoping that Webby might have an old one we can borrow."
"I'm afraid that your brother sold it during that garage sale he held a while back," Mrs. Beakley said slowly, "You'll have to talk to your uncle about buying a new one."
"But Uncle Scrooge is gone with Mom and Dewey, who knows how long it will take for them to get back."
Mrs. Beakley pulled out a couple of glasses, which she filled with milk and set on the table with some of the cookies, "Help yourself to a snack," she offered, helping Rosie into one of the chairs.
"Thank you," Rosie stated, reaching to the plate of fresh from the oven cookies that were still gooey in the center.
Huey grabbed a cookie as well, "Well, Rosie, we have a problem here," he announced, "You want to learn to ride a bike, but we don't have a bike to learn on." he looked at the little girl sitting across from him, "Any suggestions?"
"We can ask your uncle to buy a bike," Rosie said, "He's rich."
"True, but what if we earn the money to buy the bike ourselves?" Huey said, "We can earn our fundraising badge earning the money to buy the bike."
"But how do we do that?" Rosie asked.
"We sell something," Huey announced, "We make something and then we sell it."
"Like cookies?" Rosie asked, holding up a second cookie.
"Yes cookies are a great idea, and if we bake them ourselves we can earn our baking badge as well," Huey said.
Mrs. Beakly smiled as Huey explained what they could do to earn the needed money, at least this wasn't one of Louie's get rich quick plans, "Before you start making plans you should look into how much a bike will cost."
Just then the door burst open and Dewey ran into the room, "Huey, Huey, guess what!"
"You're home?" Huey asked, watching his younger, even if it was by a few seconds, brother as he climbed onto the table.
"No!" Dewey shouted, "Well, yes, but Dad contacted Mom on the plane!"
"Are you sure?" Huey asked, leaning forward eagerly as Mrs. Beakley shooed Dewey off the table.
"We know that the person who contacted us knew Zephyr's nickname for me," Della said, leaning against the door frame.
"Wasp?" Mrs. Beakley asked with a hint of amusement.
"Wasp?" Huey echoed, "Why did Dad call you wasp?"
"It's a long story," Della insisted, "But not many people know about it."
Rosie frowned looking at Huey, "Why don't you know if it's your daddy or not?"
Della glanced at the little girl with confusion, "Because my husband disappeared several years ago."