Dewey fidgeted with his hands in the back seat of his Uncle Donald's car. He could tell his uncle was really mad, even more so than before.

Dewey cleared his throat and spoke, "Uncle Donald, I really am sorry."

The duck huffed, "I still can't believe you went behind my back and tried out for the basketball team when you know how I feel about sports."

"How can I stop myself from doing what I love when I'm not allowed to do anything?" Dewey yelled, exasperated.

"Now you know that's not true," Donald reasoned, "I let you go to school."

"Everyone goes to school!" Dewey threw his hands in the air.

Donald bit his lip, "Well, I… I just want to keep you safe."

"So you don't trust me enough to do normal daily activities?"

Donald stopped the car to face his nephew, "You are the only one I can trust anymore, Turbo."

Dewey held his gaze, "You can't live in fear because of one thing that happened 10 years ago."

Donald's eyes widened, "You… know?"

"Mrs. Beakley told me everything," Dewey stared his uncle straight in the eyes, "How you lost my brothers."

"I didn't lose them," Donald argued, "I-"

Dewey silenced him with a hand, "I don't want to hear your lame excuses. I was raised as an only child who isn't allowed to do anything because of you!"

His uncle was silent for a moment. Dewey could see emotions come and go in his eyes. A car honked behind them, and Donald's face hardened. He turned and started driving again.

Dewey hesitated. Maybe that was a little too far, "Uncle Donald?"

"You're grounded."

Dewey gasped, "What?!"

"And certainly no more basketball, even if you make the team," Donald said firmly.

"But that's not fair!" Dewey complained.

"If it's the only way you'll listen to me, then it is fair," Donald sighed, "You're all I have left, Turbo. I'm sorry, but I can't lose you."

Dewey was left speechless. He felt so angry, but he couldn't blame his uncle for grounding him. He was angry that his uncle wasn't going to help him rescue his brothers. That he was too afraid to try again.

They remained in tense silence the rest of the way home. Once they arrived Dewey rushed to his room, pulling out his mom's journal. He had waited long enough. He was going to get his brothers back, whether his uncle wanted them or not. Nothing was going to stop him now.

Huey scrolled through the website on the library computer. It was a blog about the Feather Weights. Honestly, he didn't think he was connected to the famous band in any way, but it was fun to research.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on the shoulder. He turned with a smile.

"Violet!"

She nodded, "Hello."

"What are you doing here?" Huey asked joyfully.

"I was studying my Ancient Syriac," Violet responded, "You?"

"Um," Huey paused, "Looking into my past."

"I see," Violet took a seat next to him, glancing at the website, "The Feather Weights. Huh. Never heard of them."

"Me neither, until a friend mentioned them," Huey scrolled to the picture of the band at the top, "I thought maybe the name was more than a coincidence, but, I don't think so."

"Why not?" Violet questioned.

"They're all girls," Huey motioned to the picture.

"Oh," Violet thought for a moment, "Did you search Hubert Featherweight?"

"Yeah. Found nothing."

Violet sighed, "Huey, maybe it's best to just leave it be."

Huey furrowed his brow, "What? I thought you wanted me to find my family."

"Of course I want you to be adopted," Violet put a hand on Huey's shoulder, "But I don't want you to drive yourself crazy searching for someone who might not be… you know…"

"Yeah, I know," Huey shrugged her hand away.

There was a moment of awkward silence. Huey felt his anger die down, and he turned back to his friend.

"I'm sorry, Violet," Huey closed his eyes, "I didn't mean to get so upset. I just… I miss him. And now that I'm looking for him, I... miss him more than I realized."

She inhaled softly, "I understand. I won't lie, I don't think this is a good idea."

Huey looked away.

Violet turned to the bookshelves behind them. Huey watched as she pulled a small, brown book off the shelf and returned to him.

"But if this is really what you want, I'll support you all the way," Violet offered the book with a smile.

Huey took it, "What is this?"

"The lead singer of the Feather Weights, Jenny Karma's biography," Violet answered, "It's not much to go on, but, there might be something useful."

He stared at the cover for a moment before clearing his head, "Uh, thank you. I'll give it some thought. But I've gotta go. It's game night at the orphanage, and I don't want to be late."

Violet nodded, "Alright. See you tomorrow at school."

"See ya!" Huey waved as he went out the door. He hugged the book close, trying to ignore the biting cold of the autumn wind. Huey knew Violet was right. He should just forget about Hubert. It would probably save him a lot of pain. It's the smart thing to do.

But Huey couldn't forget about him. All those times he would come visit him, giving him a warm hug, whispering hello in his gruff, yet kind voice. He could never forget the day Hubert came to talk to Mother Goose. Huey knew he shouldn't have eavesdropped, but he couldn't resist. He crept by the door, listening to the duck discuss the adoption process. Hubert found him waiting by the door. He looked straight into his eyes and said, Next time we meet, Lil' Huey, you're coming home with me. I promise. That was the last time Huey ever saw him.

But he wanted to see him again. More than anything. He had no idea how, but if there was even the smallest chance of finding him, he would. He had to.

Louie lazily walked out of the classroom. On to the next one. Just boring class, after boring class, after boring class. School was just a huge waste of time.

Suddenly Webby ran up behind him, "Hi Louie!"

He smiled. At least she was with him, "Hey Webs."

"Watcha doing?"

Louie shrugged, "Going to Math? Like we do everyday?"

Webby nodded, her smile growing, "Oh, yeah."

Louie knew that smile, "What is it, Webby?"

She burst, "I made a friend!"

Louie stopped, "Oh, wow. Good for you, Webs."

Webby hesitated, "Really? You're happy for me?"

"Yeah!" Louie put on a smile, "Who is she? It is a she, right?"

Webby nodded, "Her name's Lena. She's two grades above me."

"Oh, hanging with the cool older kids. Nice," Louie gave her an affectionate bump on her shoulder. Webby laughed, putting her arm around him.

"What's this?" A deep voice boomed behind them.

The two of them turned around to find two boys, smirking at them. One was a large goose, and the other was a small, nerdy looking pig. Louie narrowed his eyes. He didn't like the way they were looking at them.

"Looks like a couple of losers love birds," the pig laughed.

Louie scoffed, "Is that the best you got?"

"Oh, don't start with him," the goose growled, "Don't you know who this is? None other than Timmy Jenkins, most popular and worst person to make an enemy out of."

The pig, Timmy, shoved him, "Let me talk!"

The goose shrunk, "Sorry."

Timmy rolled his eyes, then stepped forward, "Losers like you would be wise to keep out of my way."

This time Webby stepped forward, "We aren't losers. And we'll do what we want, thank you very much."

"Oh, need to be defended by a girl, loser?" Timmy jeered.

Louie wasn't having it, "Webby's tougher than both of you combined."

"Sounds like a roundabout way of saying you're weak," he snarled.

This guy was really asking for it, "I could take you down right now, unless you're chicken."

"He's a pig, actually," the goose interrupted.

Timmy ignored him, "Alright then. Hit me."

Louie clenched his fist, ready to strike. Webby quickly grabbed his arm.

"Don't," She whispered, "One strike and you'll be suspended. Not to mention what Uncle Scrooge will do to us."

"Pft, you guys live together?" the goose laughed.

Timmy suddenly became interested, "Really? Seemed more like you two were together than related."

Now Louie was really mad, "We're not together. We're practically siblings."

"Practically?" Timmy raised an eyebrow with his ever irritating smile.

Louie stumbled with his words, "Well, we're not actually related, but, we might as well be."

"Yeah!" Webby chimed in.

"Stay out of this, Webby," Timmy spat, "Nobody cares about you."

With this she shrank behind Louie.

"I care about her," Louie stepped up, "So back off."

"Oh, looks like he admits it," Timmy smirked, egging Louie on.

Louie was about to send this guy to the hospital. The worst part was he couldn't defend himself. He didn't know how else to make him stop. He felt helpless. He couldn't beat him.

"Hey! Leave them alone!"

AN: Yep, it's a cliff hanger. Next chapter is the big meeting! Get pumped!