Hello everyone! I've the new chapter here! Right now we're returning to the point where the plane crashed so… yeah, you know what it means, right? Time to find out how will the family do to rescue Huey. Also, in this chapter you'll get the answer to a long way question made. How did the alarm be turned on. I hope you'll like the answer. Anyways, I hope I'll like the chapter
As always, I'd like to thank Empro-8 for helping me editing this story. Honestly, without her help this wouldn't be as good as it is, so thank you very much Empro-8 you're amazing!
Welp, I'll stop talking and let you read the chapter, enjoy it!
25.-Reunited at last… wait what?
When the plane crashed, he thought they were all going to die before even seeing Huey. He should have known that something like this would happen with Launchpad McQuack at the controls. Oh, how different it was to fly when it was his sister who was piloting! She was indeed a real pilot. Avoiding storms that could destroy the plane, doing aerobatics with such mastery that you felt no risk of losing your life, but, above all, she landed so smoothly that you hardly noticed that you had done so.
McQuack instead, seemed to be the opposite. If he saw a storm, instead of avoiding it, he would fly directly towards it. His aerobatic skills were conspicuous by its absence. And each landing, if it could even be called that, was carried out with the almost certain probability of breaking one or more body parts.
To be honest, he didn't understand why Uncle Scrooge allowed the kids to fly with him. More than that, he didn't understand how his Uncle Scrooge would… well, actually, he could expect anything from his uncle, even hiring the worst pilot in history for the sake of being cheap.
Anyway, this wasn't the time to complain about it. They were there to fulfill a mission. He couldn't let a new reason for discussion with his uncle distract him from the important task at hand.
Getting up from where he had fallen when the plane crashed, Donald's first thought was to check how the children were and see if they had been hurt:
"Are you all okay?"
"Yes, we're fine Uncle Donald." Dewey replied being the first of the children to get up. Louie soon followed his example and stood up saying:
"Yes, I think this landing has been a fairly smooth landing, considering the ones we've experienced so far."
Donald's eyes widened in surprise at those words and before he could hold back, exclaimed:
"What?!"
His uncle, who was also sitting up, hastened to calm his upset nephew by saying:
"Donald, don't be upset. Now's not the time."
The sailor-dressed duck glared at his uncle for a few moments. But soon his features softened and trying to breathe calmly, he said:
"Right, right… so what we have to do-"
Dewey suddenly cut him off saying excitedly:
"What we have to do is burst through the doors showing fear and kick Beaks-"
Again, Donald's eyes widened in horror as he listened to his nephew's plan. No! If they did that, Beaks would quickly find out and run away, probably taking Huey with him before they could find them. What Dewey was proposing wasn't an option. Donald cut the boy off and said instead:
"No! If that parrot discovers that we are going after him, he could either escape or use Huey against us. We've got to be smarter."
Beakley nodded and looking at Scrooge said:
"I agree with Donald, we cannot simply attack, we must figure out a plan."
The superhero who had come with them, approached the rest of the group and joined the conversation:
"I agree with that, from what I saw, before discovering the children on board and before 'landing', this building here is very similar… rather identical to the Waddle building in Duckburg, so if I'm right, this can be very useful to us."
And with that said, from the inside of his suit he took out a paper of considerable dimensions. How could he fit it in there? Gizmoduck unfolded that paper and it turned out to be…
"Is this a map of the building?" Webby asked, and Dewey added:
"Where did you get it?"
Looking at the two children, Gizmoduck replied in a slightly embarrassed voice:
"I got it when I was still working for Beaks, before… well, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, we got it. Now let's focus on what's important." Louie said, and honestly, Donald wasn't surprised that he was the one to say that. He knew the youngest of the triplets was one of the most practical children he had ever met. He didn't say it out of father's pride, but because it was the truth.
The robotic superhero nodded and unfolded the map for all to see. After a brief inspection, Beakley finally straightened up saying:
"From what I see the building has only two exits. it isn't a very good design, actually."
Webby also got up and looking at Scrooge's housekeeper, asked her puzzled:
"Why not granny?"
The spy woman looked at her granddaughter and answered:
"Strategically speaking, if they were attacked, they would be quickly cornered if the attackers managed to control both exits. Those in the interior would have no escape. Unless, they had a secret exit that doesn't appear on this map. But I doubt that that is the case."
Donald frowned and determinedly said:
"That is precisely what we'll do."
"How? What do you suggest we do lad?" Scrooge asked, arching an eyebrow. Donald looked at him determinate and then explained:
"We'll divide into two groups and attack the building from both sides. Doing it in that way, Beaks won't be able to escape and we'll have a better chance of rescuing Huey."
His uncle Scrooge seemed to agree with the idea because he smiled slightly and crossing his arms said:
"Perfect lad. How should we divide?"
Before Donald could answer the question, Dewey spoke instead:
"I guess now you'll say that we stay here, won't you?"
Donald looked at his nephew, and Webby and with a soft smile. He replied to the adults' great surprise:
"No, actually I think the best thing is for you kids to come too. As for the way to divide, I think the best thing would be for one group to be formed by Uncle Scrooge, Gizmoduck, and Webby and the second group will be formed by Beakley, the boys, and myself."
Immediately after say that, Launchpad spoke for the first time since landing. He asked:
"And what do I do, Mr. D.?"
Donald looked at him with wide eyes. Honestly… he had forgotten about the pilot. But, on the other hand, there was a mission that only McQuack could carry out. Donald said:
"Launchpad, I think the best thing would be for you to stay watching over the plane and have it ready for when we return with Huey."
Out of the corner of his eye, the sailor-dressed duck saw Beakley smile and, while folding his arms, said:
"Well thought Donald."
Donald turned to her and answered honestly:
"Thank you."
Then he looked at the others and speaking in a determined voice, said:
"Now if we all agree, let's go for Huey!"
"YES!" they all cheered raising their fists.
Entering the building had been easy. There weren't guards, nor closed doors, which made their work much easier. It seemed they had stolen some good luck from Gladstone. In Donald's group, Beakley had decided to take the lead, given his experience in combat. Donald took the decision to put himself in the rear, so that the boys would be protected by both adults.
Beakley was very determined to prevent them from being discovered. She constantly signaled to others by telling them where there were cameras and where they had to go to avoid being caught. It almost seemed she had a sixth sense for detecting cameras. It was amazing!
As they advanced, Donald was constantly looking at his boys, just to make sure they were there and they hadn't… disappeared, too. The sailor-dressed duck knew perfectly well Huey's kidnapping had been planned and executed only against him. But despite knowing it, he could still feel in his heart, the constant fear of losing his other boys, and wasn't willing to allow that happen again. Not on his guard.
Donald was so deep in thought that he almost jumped when after turning a corner, roughly halfway down the hall, a door opened, revealing Graves was coming out of it. The hawk was surprised to see the intruders there, a few meters from him. He quickly overcame his surprise and faced them.
Beakley had stopped protectively in front of everyone, while Donald ran ahead of his nephews so they were both protected by two adults. Donald wasn't willing to allow the bird in front of them to harm his boys.
With a smirk on his face, Graves suddenly said:
"Wow, what a surprise. You must be that boy's family."
Donald growled dangerously. His patience was at that moment a very thin line that could be snapped at any moment. To make things worse, the petulant attitude that this… muscular bird showed, did nothing to contain what little patience the adult duck still had. Taking a step forward, Donald said harshly:
"Where's my nephew?! I know it was you who kidnapped him!"
The hawk put a puzzled face at first, like he didn't know what they were talking about, or maybe… maybe he didn't understand what Donald had just asked him… probably the latter. After a few moments, the hawk smiled again and replied:
"Where is he? To be honest, I don't know. Although I doubt there's much left of him to rescue."
"What do you mean by that?" asked the adult duck with a mixture of horror and fury in his voice. It wasn't necessary to look at his other nephews to know that they were most likely feeling the same way he was feeling with what the hawk had just said.
Widening his smile, Graves continued:
"That boy is truly pathetic. Trying for days to cling to the hope someone would come to rescue him at any moment."
Then he laughed out loud and added:
"It was fun to gradually destroy that hope and turn it into fear and hatred towards his family."
Donald narrowed his eyes and speaking in a dangerous voice began to ask:
"How dare you…?"
"We did our best to find our brother, we were… we are very worried for him." said Dewey, stepping forward.
The hawk stared at the children – at his boys – and after giving a snort of amusement, he said:
"Do my ears betray me? You are worried for him? Don't make me laugh, you had a lot of time to find him, and you didn't even know how to do it. Or maybe… you didn't want to do it."
That was it. That hawk had just signed his death sentence. Donald felt his body tremble with fury, his clenched hands were clenched even tighter, and he knew it wasn't long before there was an explosion. Beakley turned to him and began to say:
"He's trying to make us mad, Donald, we have to be smarter than him, also, at first glance it seems that this hawk is an expert fighter, I think it would be better if you let me-"
Too late
"AQWQWAUQWQHNAUHQWOOANHGAUGHUKKKAHFAU!" The sailor-clad duck suddenly screamed, and instantly adopted his classic fighting stance (maybe he should patent it). After a few small jumps, Donald charged straight for the hawk, who probably didn't expect someone of such a smaller size to start literally spinning around him at full speed, punching him in the head, pulling his beak, kicking him here and there incessantly… and not giving him time to fight back.
In the midst of his fight, he could hear Beakley start to say:
"Wow, I guess Falcon…"
"Didn't take into account Uncle Donald's legendary fury." Dewey finished.
Although he couldn't see it, he imagined Louie had his hands in his sweatshirt's pockets while saying:
"Yes… I almost feel sorry for him."
Beakley and Dewey should've looked at him, because shortly after saying that, Louie added:
"What? Just almost."
During his fight, Donald struck Graves hard. The hawk stumbled backwards, hitting the wall and falling unconscious to the ground. Everything would have been great if it wasn't for hitting the wall, Falcon collided right into a control panel, hitting just one button that triggered a loud and noisy alarm.
Oh phooey
His infamous bad luck had struck again.
"Oh, oh, this isn't good." said Dewey covering his ears, something the others had also done. That alarm would surely set Beaks in motion, Donald looked at the others and said alarmedly:
"Let's hurry up! We've got to find Huey!"
And without wasting time they all started running down the corridors, knowing that it was absurd to kept a low profile. Donald didn't know how long they had actually been running, seconds? Minutes? It was difficult to determine with his heart beating a thousand times an hour in fear of how his nephew would be when they finally found him. Suddenly, as he ran, a screaming voice suddenly reached his ears:
"That's a lie! Huey would never want to be with you!"
That was Webby's voice! It didn't sound far. Did that mean they had found Huey? The idea that they could have found his nephew urged him to run faster. And apparently, he wasn't the only one who believed it. The other members of his group were soon running as fast as he was.
Donald took the lead this time. The mere thought of seeing his missing nephew again, made him quicken his pace and become increasingly separated from Beakley and the children. The sailor-dressed duck turned a corner and, in the distance, he could see Huey. The poor boy had one hand on his head and another on his chest, both clenched tightly, as if he felt pain in both places.
Looking at him a little more closely, the adult duck saw that his nephew was breathing very fast, it seemed like… as if… he was having a panic attack! No! He had to calm him down as soon as possible! Suddenly, the red-dressed duckling fell to his knees.
No, no, no, no!
"HUEY!" shouted Donald, speeding up his run. His nephew needed him! He needed him now!
The older triplet then fell to the ground. Donald saw how his eyes looked at him momentarily and there seemed to be a spark of recognition in them. Huey had seen him! Almost instantly afterward, his eyelids closed and the boy seemed unconscious. What had happened to his nephew to end up in that state? Donald sped up even more if that was possible. He had to get to his nephew, check how he was doing- he had to make sure his boy was fine!
Everything else disappeared around Donald. The only thing the sailor-dressed duck could see was the unconscious figure of his nephew on the ground. The adult duck was almost there. He had almost reached his boy! Just by extending his arm he could-
A pair of gray feathered hands suddenly entered his field of vision surrounding Huey's small body. The appearance of those unexpected limbs made Donald stop short. Especially when he realized that his nephew was being lifted off the ground easily, as if he weighed nothing. In fact, from his appearance, Huey's weight it must be much less than would correspond to a child his age. What kind of monster deprived a growing age boy of food? The poor duckling seemed to be practically in his bones… well, maybe saying that was an exaggeration. But really Huey was much thinner than he should be and was close to looking like he was going to starve.
Seeing his nephew like that, Donald had one clear thing. Beaks was going to pay for everything he had done to Huey, that was a promise!
Donald shook his head; this wasn't the time to think about what he would do to Beaks. The priority at those moments was to get that parrot to release Huey. Looking up to see the brain behind the kidnapping of his nephew, behind all the pain, suffering and despair the boy had suffered during his imprisonment.
There, before his eyes was Mark Beaks with one of his arms surrounding Huey's abdomen while, with his free hand, he was holding a mobile phone near the unconscious duckling's head. The gray parrot looked at them all with evident fury and suddenly screamed:
"Not one more step if you don't want the boy to die!"
Okay, I think someone said it was Graves who activated the alarm. To this person, yes, that was the right answer, but I think no one expected Graves activated it by accident after being had hit like he was by Donald. Did you like it? Was it funny? I thought that by adding a little bit of humor in the story would help a little to everyone's mind.
Okay, after say that, I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I also would like to thank you all those who've read this story, those who follow it or have it among their favorites and I'd like to especially thank: puppydogs68 and GiddyReflections for their reviews. Thank you very much, I really appreciate it!
Puppydogs68: Yeah, you're absolutely right, Huey doesn't deserve any of these, and now his situation is horrible one time again.
See you in the next chapter