"Stuck At Home"
Uhhhh….so…..this is totally unrelated to this fanfiction, but my I just wanna say that my other fanfiction "Misfit" was originally gonna be a one-shot, but I'm going to try and add a few chapters to it sometime. This fanfiction isn't a one-shot, by the way. Welp, don't forget to review, and enjoy the story!
Louie Duck sat on the couch, watching TV. It had been the most boring 3 weeks of his life ever. He couldn't go outside because of the pandemic, and Huey had basically gone nuts.
"Louie, did you wipe the remote?" Huey questioned. He was wearing a gas mask, rubber gloves, goggles, and was holding a cleansing spray bottle along with some cleansing wipes.
"Uh….no….."
Huey started to wipe the remote. "You can never be too careful….Webby sneezed this morning! SNEEZED! And Dewey has a FEVER!"
"So? Hey, give me back the remote!"
"No, I need to clean it!"
"You've been rubbing that stupid wipe on it for 5 minutes!" An exasperated Louie groaned.
Huey accidentally clicked the 'settings' button and the TV started to speak Chinese.
"Look at what you did, Hubert!" Louie scolded his older brother.
"What's all the ruckus about?" Dewey had walked downstairs with his pjs.
"No! Go back to your room!" Huey hissed chasing after Dewey with the spray bottle.
"Relax, I don't have that high of a-ahhh!" Dewey started to run upstairs. "Louie, did you break Huey? Gah! That thing stings! Help!"
Well, at least my psycho brother's gone. RIP Dewey.
Louie sniggered, and turned on the TV. This time, it started to speak Spanish:
"Hola!"
Louie groaned.
"Hey, Louie, what's up? I, uh, think Huey needs help….he's going berserk! Do you know where the grown-ups are?" Webbyasked the green triplet.
"Oh, Scrooge said that something came up in the money bin; he went down there with Beakley, Della, Donald, Gyro, and Launchpad, and he hasn't been back yet. He told me that we shouldn't come and that he would handle it. I tried to break in, but Scrooge put the bin on total lockdown. I heard them talking with some people about money. Probably a boring business meeting or something."
Webby gulped, "Then that means we're home alone with….him…" Her voice trailed off.
Louie shrugged, "Huey's upstairs doing who-knows-what to Dewey. Best ya don't go upstairs."
Webby's eyes widened, "But we need to save Dewey!"
"Relax, I'm sure he's fine!"
Dewey's voice echoed from upstairs, completely contradicting Louie's statement.
"AHHHHHH! Everything's not fine!"
Webby raised an eyebrow.
"You can go, I won't."
Webby grabbed Louie by the leg and started to drag him upstairs.
"Ow! Ow! Fine!" She let go of Louie and started to walk up the stairs with her.
"If I don't survive, tell Scrooge that a dragon ate me or something." Louie lifted a hand onto his forehead dramatically, as if he was fainting.
"Drama king." Webby rolled her eyes.
"Look who's talking." Louie retorted as they reached the top of the stairs. Huey was racing after Dewey, and Dewey was defending himself with a dart gun. The fact that he was still in his pjs made Louie want to laugh.
Webby swung onto the chandelier upstairs and then jumped on top of Huey, pinning him to the ground. Louie calmly walked towards them and sat on top whilst texting someone on his phone.
"You. Are. Gonna. Break. My. Back." Webby deadpanned.
Louie shrugged, "I'm only 85 pounds. Plus, this way, Huey can't get up."
"ONLY?!" An outraged Webby yelled.
"Relax Webbs."
"Uh, guys, I think you're suffocating Huey." Dewey interjected.
"Whoops." Webby and Louie said in unison, climbing off of him.
Huey groaned.
"Sorry bro." Louie chuckled nervously. "But seriously, you're losing it.
Huey sighed, "You're right. I'm sorry."
"So….what do we do now? I'm bored." Dewey said.
"I don't know. But seriously dude, wear a mask. No one wants to get sick because of you." Louie said, inching back.
"Germophobe. It's just a stupid cold!" Dewey grouched, and Huey handed him a mask. (which he put on.)
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Louie tried to get downstairs before everyone else, but Huey had beaten him to the door. He opened the door only to find that it was Louie's best friend from school, Lilly Eagleeye.
Huey glared at his younger brother, "What did I say about inviting friends over, Llewellyn Leslie Duck?!"
Louie blinked and put his hands in his hoodie pocket, "I didn't invite her."
Lilly snorted, "No one tells me what to do, Red Guy. I came here because I can."
Huey stressed, "Actually, I don't think you're allowed to come-"
Louie interrupted Huey. "Classic Double-Dummy Fake-out?"
"Yerp." Lily nodded, and the two friends high-fived.
"Look, Louie, tell your girlfriend to get out of here." Dewey glared at Lilly.
"She's not my-"
"Oh yeah? You two went on a date to Starducks!"
Louie face-palmed, "We went to Starducks to finish our science report about velocity."
"Sure ya did, sure."
Louie spat on Dewey's face.
"Gross!"
Lilly and Louie snickered.
"You deserved that." Lilly grinned devilishly.
Huey rubbed his head, "Mom is gonna KILL us if we let you in."
"Well, I have something that I can give ya let me in." Lilly took out a roll of toilet paper from her bag and patted it. "I had to fight, like, three old ladies at the supermarket to get this bad boy. Triple-ply. The good stuff." Lilly informed jokingly.
Webby giggled.
"Come on guys, the grown-ups are at a boring meeting anyways. Lilly can spice things up." Louie said in cool tone.
"Fine, you can come in, but if mom finds out, I'm blaming you." Huey told him.
"That's the spirit, bud!"
"I'm not your 'bud'."
Lilly crossed her arms. "Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"There is no wrong side of out bed; the bunk bed is up against a wall, therefore, it is impossible to exit that way." Huey said matter-of-factly.
"Not the brightest 11-year-old there is, eh?" Lilly responded tartly.
Huey seethed, "I'm smarter than you the very least! Let's settle this: what did you get on that math test we did?"
"100 percent."
"What? But how? I got a 90! And I got the highest in my class!" Huey gawked.
"It's called 'cheating'. What all smart people do."
"Gee, what an important life skill." Dewey said sarcastically.
Louie grinned, "We blackmailed the teacher and she gave us the answer key for the test."
This time, it was Huey's turn to snicker, "Wait until I tell the principal on you!"
Louie glared. "If anyone in this room dares tell the principal, their reputation is going down. Lilly and I have dug up dirt on all of you."
"You're bluffing. And how did you manage to blackmail A TEACHER?!" Huey said.
"Oh really, dear Hubert? It would be a shame if mom new about that vase you broke….I think she said it was her favorite. Dang, that wouldn't end well. Oh, and Dewford, not sure how much you'd like it if I posted that video of you singing in the shower on a social media platform. Tsk, tsk, tsk. And Webbigail, if I told Lena that you accidentally used her toothpaste at the sleepover, both of us know that we'd never here the end of it. As for your question, Huey, a con-man never reveals his secrets."
"Con-person." Lilly scoffed, "Oh, and by the way, I brought a friend of mine, Violet Saberwing. You can come out now."
Violet emerged from the bushes.
Dewey gasped, "I know what we could do! Webby and I can be a team, Louie and Lilly could be a team, and Huey and Violet could be a team! We could do prank wars!"
Louie smiled, "For once, you actually have a good idea."