So yeah, I also got this up quickly. Last chapter until S3 premieres. With the premiere being about Violet and the introduction of her dads, better see this.
Huey and Dewey arrived at the beach under the bridge to Scrooge's money bin. There, Huey had an RC-controlled boat wrapped around his left arm. This boat he planned on entering for a Junior Woodchucks competition. With that in mind, Louie decided to pass on joining the two, not wanting anything to do with his brothers "nerdy hobbies".
"Are you sure you stand a chance with that thing?" Dewey asked.
"Well of course I will!" Huey responded, raising his boat. "This little baby is gonna win me that big cup of gold!"
"But I'm betting the other competitors will add mods to their boats! I'm sure they're going to look much stronger, and cooler! Aren't you afraid yours will be seen as an ancient relic compared to theirs?"
"Rule #348 of the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook states, Woodchucks should never abide to the thoughts of others." Huey pointed out. "Can't you have a little faith in my boat?"
"You're up against Doofus though! He'll probably buy a yacht if he had to!"
"Really? You're rooting for him?"
"No, I'm not rooting for him, I'm…"
"What else could be the reason then?" Huey interrupted. "Did you make a bet with Louie over who will cross the finish line?"
Dewey was hesitant to respond. "No?"
"How much did you bet?"
"$20." Dewey responded looking down at the ground.
Huey looked annoyed. "Wow."
"It was before I thought about Doofus being in it! Louie wouldn't allow me to change my bet!"
"For your little faith in me, you don't get to hold her." Huey responded, moving his boat away from Dewey.
"What do I care? You already didn't trust me with holding her anyways, and you're actually calling your boat a her?"
"My boat is precious to me, and I'm not going to trust you with holding-GAH!" Huey dropped his boat as soon as his attention was toward what was in front of him. However, Dewey caught the boat with his right foot.
"Untrusty huh? Brother, you don't know…GAH!" Dewey dropped the boat, which Huey then caught, while his small pupils were still focused on what was in front of them.
"That didn't prove anything!" Dewey bluffed.
"I don't blame you this time." Huey responded.
The two boys eyes were focused on a creature washed upon on shore. It was a shark, with his mouth wide open. "How did we not see this?" Huey asked.
"Eh, I bet it's one of those new tourist attractions." Dewey said, as he ran inside the mouth of the shark, which shocked Huey. "Check it out! I've always wondered what it's like to be inside a shark!" He then began to feel disgusted, as soon as his attention was towards his feet. "Gross, did they really have to add this practical effect of fake saliva? It feels so real!"
"That's because he is real, Dewey!" Huey said, still with his eyes wide open.
Dewey then looked around the shark, as he looked around, seeing that the inside of the mouth was still moving from breathing. "Yep, he's real. EW! EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW!" Dewey cringed as it ran out of the mouth, with his disgust coming from standing on the tongue. "Oh man, I almost became his entrée!" Dewey shouted. "I don't even think I would've been able to build a fire to get out!"
"That's for whales, dummy!" Huey snapped. "And I don't even think that would've been possible anyhow!" Huey continued to look at the shark, which was still breathing.
"Somehow, this is even creepier than if he was dead!" Dewey remarked.
"It's not moving! Yet it's breathing! I don't even know how that's possible either!" Huey asked himself.
"Must be some sort of genetically-altered shark that can breathe on land! I hope that's not the case, as cool as it sounds!" Dewey responded.
Next to him, Dewey looked to their right. "Dude, you got to see this!" Dewey waved, as the two had their attention to the big fishing boat right next to the shark. This boat was farther from the water, and not only was the top of it completely obliterated, but it had a big gaping hole on the bottom of the ship. The two ran to the boat, and walked inside the hole. Inside of it, the room was a wreck. A table was broken in half on the floor, dents and bits of the wall were ripped off, every round window was broken, yellow fisherman jackets were all over the place, and what looked like hundreds of fish covered the ground. Across from the room was a smaller hole, with a man next to it, not awake.
"This guy must've survived that sharks attack!" Dewey pointed out.
Huey walked to the fisherman. "Excuse me sir." he said, trying to shake the man awake. The man didn't respond, and his body fell to the ground. Dewey was immediately freaked out by the sight of this, and started to back away. "Either he's knocked out or dead, and I'm not checking his pulse because I don't want to know the answer that! I cherish my childhood innocence!" Dewey said, shaking from the body. However, the fear broke from his as soon as he saw what was outside of the ship, from the small hole near him.
Outside of the boat, was a chest covered in chains. It stood on the sand, in front of Dewey's very eyes. "Huey, we're about hit the jackpot!" Dewey said, running towards the chest. Huey moved his attention towards the chest, slowly walking out of the boat.
"What do you think is in there?" Huey asked.
"I don't know. Treasure, a map leading to the treasure, some magician's long lost body, doesn't matter. Whatever's in there, we're certainly not sharing with Louie! It's gonna be way more than $20!" Dewey cheered, as he stood on top of the chest. "Now help me find a way to open this thing! There must be pliers or wire cutters or something in the boat!"
Huey went back into the boat to begin the search, but the moment he turned around, Huey felt like he heard the wind blow past him slowly. However, this didn't sound like the wind, but rather something strange. "Eh, must be a strong wind." Huey said to himself. Suddenly, the back of his shirt was yanked down, causing him to trip. He turned his head and saw it was the fisherman, now awake staring at him with wide open eyes, and his mouth open.
"He's alive, Dewey!" Huey called out. "And he's really creepy!"
The dog fisherman struggled to talk, and all he can do was stutter. "LEAVE." He was able to say. "IT. IT DID. THIS."
"Nothing to worry about, mister. The shark is gone. Actually, no he's right over there, but he's nothing to.."
"NO." the fisherman interrupted, still struggling to move. "NOT. THE SHARK."
"Then who are you even talking about?" Huey asked. The fisherman didn't respond, but instead, slowly turned its' head towards Dewey. As soon as his eyes were on the chest Dewey was standing on, he gasped, and passed out again, only this time with his eyes wide open. "Sir? Sir?!" Huey frighteningly began tugging on the fisherman, as he had no response to this. "What was he…" Huey then had his eyes on the chest.
"Forget the tools!" Dewey said, holding one of the chains in his left hand. "Turns out the chain was already broken! Now for the lock!"
"He was looking at the chest!" Huey noted to himself, as he ran to Dewey. "Dewey, do not open that chest!"
"Well, how can I? This lock is keeping us from our next future adventure!" Dewey said, trying to tug on the lock.
"I think it's best if we get help." Huey responded.
"Help, we don't need help!" Dewey said.
"Look, that fisherman just woke up and then passed out again, and I think it had something to do with that chest!" Huey pointed.
"The dude looks 70 and survived a shark attack! It ain't like he's going to boast and throw a wild party celebrating that!" Dewey said, still tugging on the lock.
Huey then pulled Dewey away. "I'm just not sure about this!"
"Relax bro, whatever's in that chest, isn't going to be any different than anything we've faced already!" Dewey said.
At that moment, the lock broke off, falling to the sand. "Huh, that actually worked! Looks like a locksmith are no match for this ducks hands!" Dewey boasted. He ran back to the trunk, and opened it. However, he gave a disappointed expression, while Huey looked relieved, as they both saw a completely empty chest.
"It's empty?" Huey said, as Dewey frustratingly slammed the chest. "Unbelievable! All that set up for a total jiff!" Dewey said, sitting down with his arms crossed.
"If there was nothing in there, then why did that fisherman freak out?" Huey asked.
"What does it matter? There's no use for this chest anyways!" Dewey said, as he crawled in, and laid down. "Might as well pretend it's my grave, because it perfectly represents how dead I feel."
"Get over yourself, Dewey, it's only one fake." The trunk then slammed shut, throwing off Dewey."Huey! Huey!" he screamed, as he tried to push back up the door. "Get me out of here!"
"I can't! It's slammed shut!" Huey shouted. "I knew something was gonna happen! I knew we should've listened to that crazy fisherman?!"
"Please, I wasn't being literal about the grave part!" Dewey started shouting to himself.
Suddenly, Dewey started hearing a voice. "OOOOHH." It said. "YOU HAVE INTERRUPTED MY SLUMBER." The voice said. "NOW FOR YOUR PUNISHMENT FOR ALL ETERNITY: EATING CUPCAKES MADE FROM HORSE RADISH, MY DEAD SKIN, GLITTER AND MAYO!"
All of Dewey's fear immediately vanished. "You can cut the act, Webby!" Dewey said, completely annoyed.
The chest then opened up, peeking out was Webby's head. "Sorry, you set that one up for yourself!" Webby joked. As Dewey got up out of the chest, he noticed walking towards the chest was Webby's two friends, Lena De Spell and Violet Sabrewig, both chuckling. The three were hanging out for the day, away from McDuck Manor. Of course, the chest shutting was done with Lena's own magic.
"At least you gave me something intense!" Dewey said, still annoyed.
"What are you on about?" Lena asked.
"Dewey's upset because he thinks he's being robbed of an adventure." Huey responded.
"It was the perfect set-up! That shark who could've ate me, the boat, that fisherman who might have some sort of schizophrenia, and it was all for nothing!" Dewey responded.
"Say what?" Webby asked.
"See for yourself!" Dewey pointed. "Grab a selfie with any of it, I just don't care."
"Calm down, Dewey. It's not like one false alarm is going to stop our constant schedule adventures!" Huey said. "Besides, we came here to check out my boat!"
"You mean that toy from one of those closed retail stores from the 90s?" Violet snarked. Of course, she was also a Woodchuck.
"Oh, like yours is any better!" Huey said. "I'm taking that trophy home with me!"
"If the odds weren't on me, I'd bet on Doofus." Violet said.
"Told you." Dewey said, still lying on the ground. The two were immediately thrown off by Webby's screaming. After she was done talking a selfie with the "sleeping schizophrenic fisherman", she had her eyes on the breathing shark. "Holy moly, is that shark real?!" she screamed. Violet then ran to her friend.
"He's still breathing! But why does he look dead?" Lena asked. Violet then observed the shark's eyes, and put her hands on the side of him.
"He's certainly still alive, but from the looks of his pupils, it appears he's in some sort of comatose state." Violet noted.
"He's probably having a tummy ache from that boat!" Webby responded. "This is what happens when you sharks go attacking innocent fisherman! And by innocent, I'm ignoring the whole killing fish for sport and food part!"
"You know, that fisherman told me something about the shark not doing any of this." Huey said.
"Sounds like someone is trying to frame this shark!" Webby shouted. "Sorry for accusing you buddy, but I'm not sure if we'll find the real culprit!"
"Well what else could've it been?" Lena asked. "I mean there's a hole in that boat the size of Jaws over here, clearly it can't be a coincidence!"
"Fascinating." Violet resonded, ignoring her friends' comments. She then spotted a small piece of chain on the shark's teeth, and picked it up. "Did that fisherman say anything else about the shark?"
"No, he passed out while looking at that chest." Huey said. "Kinda thought something was peculiar with the chest, but since nothing was inside, I don't know what he was talking about."
"I'm telling you, the dude was old!" Dewey responded. At that moment, news vans arrived along with ambulances and tow trucks appeared. Out of the trucks came people in vests, cleaning up the area.
"This is Roxanne Featherly, reporting to you live!" the newscaster said after stepping out of the van. "A shark has appeared to be washed up on shore, straight out of Audubon Bay's waters! It appears to have attacked a fisherman boat, also washed up on shore!"
"Step aside kid." The worker said, as he along with another carried the trunk.
"Good, take it away! I don't want to see it again!" Dewey, still being overdramatic, whined. The workers were confused by this, while giving the young duck a dirty look.
Violet observed that through the boat's hole, and then the ambulance carried the comatose fisherman onto a bed.
"Why don't we just get out of here and test our boats?" Huey asked, with his attention towards Violet. "We'll use my Uncle Scrooge's moat, and for real, you're going to get served!"
Violet ignored Huey's comments, as her attention was on the bummed out Dewey.
At that moment, Dewey began to hear muskets in the distance. As soon as Dewey heard this, he turned his head, and suddenly, he saw a figure. This figure was a duck dressed in a soldier uniform with a union hat covering his head. He was firing his weapon, except no sound came out of it. Then, the soldier fell to the ground, as if he was shot at.
"Are you guys seeing this?" Dewey asked.
"Seeing what?" Webby asked.
"This guy over here thinks he's in.." Dewey turned towards Webby, then turned back to where the soldier was. However, the soldier vanished. "Never mind, probably just a ghost or something."
"A ghost? In the middle of the day? Where?" Webby excitingly asked. "Ah, cheer up, Dewey! Why don't we just find the ghost? Yeah, that will sure lift your spirits! No pun intended!"
Roxanne Featherly then held a microphone towards Dewey. "Mr. Duck, what was your first reaction upon seeing this brutal aftermath?"
"Nothing, because it's a sham!" Dewey said, pushing the mic away. Webby then grabbed it.
"Hi, I'm Webby!" she waved, continuing to follow her friend.
However, in the distance, ignoring the tourists already talking selfies near the shark, Violet looked worried.
"You think something's wrong, don't you?" Lena asked Violet.
"I think we should keep a close eye on Dewey." Violet responded.
Yeah, originally this was going to be just on the two nephews, but might as well introduce Webby and her friends.