"Oh churros!" Webby said, melting into their soft and warm deliciousness. The sweet canela flavor seeping through her tongue and into her mouth while the sugar drops on her chin and ground.

"You mean you never had these before?" Agnes said, taking a sip out of her lemonade

The quartet were in the center of Duckburg, sitting at a table near one of the best churros and best baked good stores in Duckburg. La Pantera Buena.

"Nope! My first time and they taste like heaven." Webby said, grabbing another one.

"They are pretty good." Lena admitted, taking a shadow form of a concha and eating it.

"I just don't know why I had to wear the sun hat." Louie said, taking the sun hat off his head and looking at it.

"So you won't be exposed." Agnes replied simply.

"Aren't you supposed to be security at the festival? You usually are with a couple of the DNG squad." Louie said, suspiciously.

She took a sip. "I cashed in my day to relax at the festival. I deserve it."

Webby looked around and saw many people relaxing and taking in the scene. Many having flowers in their hands.

"I'll be right back." Webby said.

"Nope, you can't go by yourself." Agnes said. "you can get lost and there's a lot of foot traffic in these areas. Louie can go with you."

"Wait what? What happened with I'm an outlaw?"

"Fine, we'll all go with you." Agnes said.

Webby began to pull Louie by the arm as she dragged him towards a floral stand, arranged with red and pink roses around, yellow daffodils bringing the stand to life and white lilies to the side, bringing peace to all.

"You like these huh." Louie said as he watched Webby tenderly pick one up. He smiled as he took out a five dollar bill and handed it to an employee, who gave him a basket and one by one, Louie chose an assortment of flowers that Webby would love.

"Hey, pinky..." Louie said. Webby turned around and gasped as she saw the flowers, all winking at her as if they were saying 'love me'.

"These are pretty!" She said as she took a pink rose and placed it in her hand. "Thanks."

Webby turned around and saw two huge murals from the side, almost looking at her. The first one was of a couple, looking happy, carefree yet, regal and poised.

The man had messy brown hair as he wore a black and navy polo with a suit on top, adorned with medals of royalty. His bright blue eyes looking lovingly at his lady by his side. She had white hair as it went to her hips. Her dark brown eyes fierce with protection and love for her husband. His hand was on her stomach and both were holding hands.

The second mural was of two women. An older woman and a baby. The woman had glasses on as her purple gown fluttered to her ankles. Her grey hair pulled back tightly in a bun as a hair clip was in place as the grey eyes looked down at her little girl.

In her arms was a baby duckling, no longer than one loaf of bread. Her bright blue eyes looking at her grandmother, in sweet delight. In her hair was a sweet little pink bow as her hair was ravishing white, blazing across. Both were at peace, in blissful happiness. Something Webby never actually felt.

At the bottom of the murals were descriptions. The first one said,

Her Royal Highness, the crowned princess royal, Miranda Vanderquack (nee Beakley) and her husband, William Vanderquack. The outbreak of the bubonic plague took the lives of countless people, including the royal couple. Sir William died in his sleep in the early morning of February 14. Princess Miranda was left a widow and contacted the plague while pregnant. She died May 12 but, her child was able to be saved.

Webby began to move to the second portrait and read: Queen Bentina Beakley and her granddaughter, Her Royal Highness, The Princess Vanderquack. The princesses name was never formally announced to the public and is currently unknown until her return.

Webby looked at the portrait of the deceased royals and to the baby. The baby had very strong similarities to her and the royals. Both Webby's and the baby's stunning blue eyes and white hair was a strong identification of each other.

Below the portraits were flowers in vases, all around and some even scattered the petals. Also, there were pictures of age progressions of the Princess Vanderquack. Some old progressions from when she was younger but even recent ones. Even those photos looked like Webby but, there was a problem. None had long hair, making her not the princess, or that she possibly thought.

"She looks a lot like you."

That made Webby jump from her train of thought and looked at Lena, also gazing at the age progressions.

"Yeah. That's pretty creepy. I have the same blue eyes and white hair. Can I.."

"Are you..."

Both of the girls began to laugh, tears streaming down their cheeks as they patted each other, knowing of all the coincidences, Webby can't be the missing princess.

After they stopped, Webby began to frown. She swore she saw that old woman before but, didn't know where to put it. It was probably in a book she read or just in her dreams that she thought of but, she couldn't get the image out of her mind.

"Pinky! Pinky! Are you coming?" Louie said, behind Webby. She turned around and nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah I am."