Louie had been driving all night, not having a clue as to where, it helped clear his head when he drove and help him think of a plan.
He hadn't planned on getting back home by ten as Donald had requested him to. Bold face lie on his part and no doubt he'd pay for it once he finally did make it home.
But as soon as he stopped at a red light he had that gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach that something horribly new had just occurred and he couldn't shake the feeling and he stalled at the now green light for a minute more then necessary when the gnawing from his stomach rose to his throat causing him to groan in frustration before throttling the engine and whirling the bike around and going full speed back towards the mansion.
He made it back in less then an half hour and by that time the sun had risen and he found Uncle Scrooge and Donald waiting up for him as he entered the house.
"Hey, Uncle Donald. Is everything...Normal around here?" Louie asked choosing his words wisely.
"I told you to be back by ten!" Uncle Donald shouted at him ignoring his question complelely.
"Donald..." Uncle Scrooge said with a tired sigh.
"Don't Donald me, Scrooge!" Donald squawked angrily at him. "I knew I shouldn't have allowed Louie to keep that damn bike!" He shouted.
"Sorry, Uncle Donald. But -."
"No buts Llewellyn you are grounded and as far as the bike -." Donald snarled.
Louie blinked the next thing he knew it he found himself following his Uncle to the garage and before either he or Scrooge could stop him Uncle Donald had torched it with a flame torch. Louie's eyes watered as the smell of burnt rubber filled his nose.
"That was a forty thousand dollar bike that you just torched, Donald!" Scrooge gasped at him. "I think I'm having a heart attack! He grimaced as he clinched his chest where his heart was.
Donald rolled his eyes at his sarcasm.
"For as old as you are and healthy I doubt it, Scrooge. You shouldn't have given him the bike to begin with!" Donald snapped back. "Spear of Selene all over, again!" He snarled.
Louie didn't say a word as he fell to his knees slowly, staring at what was once his most pride and joy.
Gone, up in flames.
He could hear Uncle Donald and Scrooge bickering but their voices were distant.
This was so uncalled for!
It was even worse then when his Mom grounded him back when he was ten just weeks after she arrived back from the moon.
He kept staring at the scorch marks and the melted metal. He knew he'd be grounded to the extreme but this...
The knawing in his stomach hadn't let up even after all this, and even though every ounce of his strength was telling him to focus on being angry at what had just happened. He choose not to ignore the feeling, he learned from his past that if he did more terrible things would happen, more to him then to anyone else.
Last time he ignored it...
Dewey left.
Louie slowly forced himself to stand.
He had asked Donald if everything was normal, not okay, because in all reality everything wasn't okay.
Not by a long shot.
He slowly turned to both his uncles and started walking passed him them. He was about to head up the stairs to his bedroom when Donald grabbed his arm.
"I'm sorry, Louie. It was for your own good." He whispered. Louie didn't answer, didn't even look at him as he continued. "I -. I just don't want to loose another nephew."
Louie felt the tears coming and before Donald could call him out on them he yanked his arm away from him and ran up the stairs slamming the door behind him.
He marched over to his bed and flopped down face first on it and started to brawl out cry.
It lasted for what seemed like forever and when he felt like he had no more tears to shed he got uo and wiped his eyes on the back of his leather sleeve jacket.
He felt embarrassed that he had cried. He had thrown a tantrum like that since before...
Dewey.
Louie clinched his hands into fists.
It always came back to Dewey.
Frantically, Louie was getting as sick of it.
He looked around the empty room and spotted something on his pillow. He picked up what he saw now was a note.
Louie inhaled sharply trying to hold back a sob but it made his heart jump out of his throat instead at what he read.
I'm going to fix everything. I promise.
-Love D.
"Mom." He breathed.
That was it.
Della was in trouble.
That's what he had been feeling.
But what happened? Where did she go? How did she think she was going to fix any of this?
Louie had to find out.
He glanced at the bedroom window then at the closed door, he hadn't ran away from home for some time now. Now after he had started dating Webby, nor after they had broken up.
He figured the family had enough on their plate to worry about then him adding onto it.
But now, his mother was in trouble, and he wasn't going to just sit by and let anything bad happen to his family because of stupid Dewey.
He made a split second decision and rushed to the window and opened it. He glanced down from the third story window and put one webbed foot onto it and was about to jump when his phone buzzed in his jacket pocket.
He groaned silently and pulled it out. It was a video call and he merely fell out of the window at who it was.
"Doofus?" He growled as his chubby face made up most of the screen. "How the Hell did you get my number?" He asked with a snarl.
"I am not giving out my informants, Llewellyn." Doofus reply.
Louie rolled his eyes.
"You mean B.O.Y.D gave you my number." Louie growled.
He was so going to kill Huey for allowing B.O.Y.D to give his number out to his nemesis. He only tolerated B.O.Y.D for Huey's sake and because they were friends.
"Rather he did or didn't is not your concern Llewellyn." Doofus retorted.
"Cut the crap, Doofus and tell me what complied you to video call me, of all people." He snarled.
"Because, Llewellyn I have information regarding your mother." Doofus replied.
"How do you -?" Louie snarled.
"Get to my house as soon as you can and you'll find out." Doofus answered.
"This better not be a damn trap, Doofus, or so help me." Louie snarled.
But the video call ended before Doofus even heard his ideal threat.
Louie gritted his and took a deep breath as he put his phone back into his jacket pocket, and jumped.
He landed eaisly on his feet at the bottom and rounded around to the back of the mansion to wear Uncle Donald still had his house boat docked in the pool.
He went inside, the into his uncle's room and rummaged around before he found out what he was looking for.
A gun.
Donald had kept it hidden all these years from them until Louie found it accidentally one day while he had been grounded and everyone was off adventuring with Uncle Scrooge.
He picked the lock eaisly enough to its case and had opened it.
The gun Louie now holds in his hands hasn't changed. He put bullets in its chamber, cocked it, then leveled his aim at nothing in particular out the window to see if he still had a good aim.
He was rather thankful that Aunt Goldie had taught him how to shoot at age thirteen, he was also glad that nobody (not even Scrooge knows that he does), and it was high time he proved to himself just how good of a shot he really was.
Rather he would use that bullet on Doofus if this intervention was a trap for him, or on Dewey when Lena and B.O.Y.D hauled him back home.
Whoever the bullet will be for Louie knew of one thing...
He wouldn't feel the least bit guilty of either of them.
With that thought in mind, he put the gun in safety mode, jammed it into his other jacket pocket and ran put of the house boat and towards Doofus's mansion.
Unaware that Scrooge had been watching him the entire time on his home security cameras in his hidden space behind the bookcases.
His frowned deepend and his worry never ceasing.