"WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!" Dewey yelled at the top of his lungs.

His two brothers shot up, Louie banging his head on the bottom of the bunk.

"Geez, Dewey," Louie complained, rubbing his head, "why are you waking us up at 8 am?"

"Becaaause," Dewey said as if it was obvious, running toward a calendar, "today's the day!"

"What day?" Huey inquired.

"Mother's day!" Dewey pointed to the date.

Both brothers gasped, "Oooh," Huey immediately started getting out of bed, switching his nightcap with his red hat, "I can't believe I forgot!"

Louie was less enthused, "Dewey, you should have brought this up before the day. Now it's too late to do anything for Mom."

"No it isn't!" Dewey said, outraged, "Guys, this is our first Mother's Day with our mom. This is too important to pass up."

Huey, fully dressed, climbed down the ladder and jumped onto the floor, "Come on, Louie. If we put our heads together, we can make today really special for Mom."

Louie sighed, but he also stood up, "Alright, I'll do it. For Mom."

Dewey cheered, "YES! Okay, what are we going to do?"

Huey put a finger on his chin, "What is something we all like doing with Mom?"

All three of them got an idea, and said it at the same time, "Flying!" "Legends of Legendquest!" "Singing!"

Dewey looked toward Huey, "Wait, what?"

"Legends of Legendquest," Huey repeated, "Mom and I had a great time playing it, once I got over my fear and left the farm. I'm sure she'd love it if we spent some quality time with her playing her favorite childhood game."

Louie gave his brother a confused look, "Really? Your idea is playing a video game? I'm down."

"What, no!" Dewey argued, "That's far from special. We need to go flying with Mom! She loves doing it and is amazing at it! And she loves training me to become a pilot one day."

"I don't know," Huey hesitated, "You and Mom may be good flyers, but to be honest, it kind of scares me."

"Yeah, spending a whole day learning how to fly a plane, then ending up crashing and living on an abandoned island for a month doesn't sound like the kind of special we're looking for," Louie folded his arms, shaking his head.

Dewey huffed, "And what was your idea? Singing?"

Louie blushed, "Sorry, it's silly, I know."

"Just tell us," Huey encouraged.

"Well… you remember the lullaby Uncle Donald sang us when we were younger?" Louie started, "Our Mom wrote it. I sang it for her once, and it seemed to mean a lot to her."

The other to brother's thought about it for a moment.

"It could be good, but," Huey rubbed his neck, "we're not very good singers."

"Speak for yourself," Dewey smirked, obviously not aware of his bad singing voice.

Louie was quiet for a moment, "Well… why don't we do everything?"

"Huh?" Dewey and Huey said together.

Louie explained, "I mean, we all have our own things that we do with our Mom. So, why don't we split up our time and each do our things separately."

"Separately?" Dewey whined, but then he got serious, "I thought we'd surprise her together."

Louie grinned, "Don't worry. I may have an idea, but I'll need to talk to Uncle Donald. Huey, I'll need your help too. Meanwhile, Dewey, I think you have a flight to catch."

Dewey beamed, "ALRIGHT!"

Dewey sprinted out of the room. This was going to be the best flight ever.

"Dewey, what is this all about?" Della asked as her son pulled her into the cockpit of the Sunchaser.

"It's just like I said!" Dewey sat his mom down in the pilot's seat, "It's been awhile since we had time to fly together, just the two of us, for fun! And I've got some new moves I've wanted to show you."

Della was touched, "Well, you know I'm not gonna pass up the chance to see my favorite pilot show off his skills. Take it away, Dewey."

Dewey beamed, jumping into the seat next to her, taking the joystick, "Alright, here goes."

He turned on the engine, grabbing levers to start the runway sequence, just like Della had taught him. The blades started spinning, and the plane began moving forward, increasing in speed. Della grabbed the chair tighter. While she trusted her son completely, taking off was a difficult feat. And he'd only just started flying, and-

The plane was lifting off the ground now. Dewey pulled up, and the plane fully left the ground, rising into the air at a fast speed. It was a little faster than Della was comfortable with.

"Dewey, honey, maybe slow down a little?" She suggested, keeping her voice calm.

"Nah, Mom, I got this," Dewey didn't let up, pulling the joystick harder. They broke into the clouds, and for a few seconds all Della could see was white and grey outside the windows.

Then, the moment passed, and the plane flew above the clouds and into the peaceful, sunlight sky. Dewey leveled the plane, and everything went calm.

Della breathed a sigh of relief, "Phew. Great job, sweetie."

"Ha, that was nothing," Dewey grinned, keeping his gaze in front of him, "Just wait until you see my new moves."

Dewey jerked the joystick to the left, turning the plane into a side spin. They dipped for a moment as Dewey lost control for a split second.

Della cringed, "Ah, Dewey, we talked about this. You've gotta keep your focus ahead, and not think about the spin."

"Yeah, yeah, I know Mom," Dewey said dismissively, "I can do it, I'll show you."

"Oh, that's really not necessary, I believe you Dewey," Della tried to assure him nervously.

But Dewey didn't listen. He barrel rolled to the left again, keeping far tighter than Della liked. But they were rightside up again, and Dewey was celebrating.

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Dewey cheered. He turned again, spinning around and around, making Della dizzy.

"Dewey, please stop!" Della cried, shaking around her chair.

"Alright, alright," Dewey finally stopped spinning, flying straight ahead again.

Della tried to catch her breath, "O-okay, maybe I should take over for a little while."

"What? No, I've just got started," Dewey pulled the joystick back with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Watch this."

The plane started going straight up into the air. Della was pressed all the way against the back of her chair. But the plane kept going, turning until it was all the way upside down. Della started falling out of her chair toward the ceiling. She had to grab the back of the chair to keep from crashing into it.

"Um, Dewey?" Della yelled, "Isn't this a little too far?"

"Of course not, this is awesome!" Dewey said enthusiastically. He was also hanging upside down, his grip on the joystick keeping him from falling.

"Don't you know what happens when you turn a plane upside down?" Della warned, "IT STALLS!"

Dewey's eyes widened with realization. He frantically pulled the joystick to try and turn the plane back right side up, but it was too late. The engine had already begun to sputter. A few seconds later, the engine died, sending the Sunchaser into a free fall.

Dewey was yelling, and he lost his grip on the joystick, barely catching himself by grabbing the back of his chair, "Mom! Help!"

Della's instincts took over. She put all her strength into pulling herself toward the copilot's joystick. She thought of everything hardship she had faced, her family, everything that kept her going, and she used it to reach out and grab the joystick, pulling it with all her might. The plane reacted, and the Sunchaser started turning back around. In a few moments, the plane and turned back right side up, and the engine came back on.

Della exhaled. Dewey flopped back in his chair, amazed.

"Wow. That was so cool Mom!" Dewey's eyes sparkled in adoration.

Della laughed it off, "Just years of experience of saving lives. You really need to be more careful. Those moves are far too advanced for you."

Dewey looked away, ashamed, "I know… I just really wanted to impress you."

"Dewey, I'm proud of you every single day," Della assured him, putting a hand on his cheek, "you don't need to prove anything to me."

Dewey beamed, "Thanks, Mom. Why don't we head back to the mansion. I think we had enough adventure for one day."

"Agreed," Della chuckled, turning the plane back toward home.

Huey and Louie were in their room, trying to put a plan together for their big surprise, when Dewey burst into their room.

"We're back!" Dewey announced, "Hope the surprise is ready, cause Mom is waiting."

Louie's eyes bulged, "You told her about our plan?"

"No, of course not," Dewey waved, sitting down on the floor next to his brothers, "I just told her to wait downstairs, cause we've got more in store for her."

Louie sighed, "No, we're not ready. Uncle Donald has been out on a date with Daisy all morning, so we're waiting for his input. We've got the lullaby down, but we need more."

Huey thought for a moment, then stood, "Alright, then I guess it's my turn. I'll keep her busy with a game of Legends of Legend Quest. You two figure out the rest."

Dewey and Louie nodded, and Huey walked out of the room, and he was excited. Just because he was stalling for his brothers, doesn't mean he can't have fun with his mom.

"Die, evil goblin!"

"Oh, nice combo. That's a lot of points!"

"Thank you, I-oh, look out! A swarm of orcs heading this way!"

"No, my farm!"

"Don't worry about your farm, we're about to lose all our points!

"AH! I'm at two hearts!"

"Hold on, Huey, I'm coming!"

Della and Huey were on the couch, game controllers in their hands. Their only focus was on their intense round of Legends of Legend Quest.

"Now I'm only at one heart!"

"Get away from my son, orcs!"

"Nooo it's too late, they got me!"

"Huey! I will avenge you! Ah, nuts, I died too."

The game's menu flashed onto the screen, and Della set her game consul down, "Well, that was fun. Glad you were able to walk away from your farm this time."

Huey grinned, "Heh, yeah, it was still just as scary as the first time, but I really wanted to play the game with you, not with my farm."

"Aww, Huey," Della slipped Huey's hat off and his head and ruffled his hair, then put the hat back on his head, "Well, I had a lot of fun. But, maybe we should check on Dewey and Louie. We've been playing for awhile now, and they haven't come down in all that time."

Huey panicked for a moment, "Uh, wait, don't-"

"Hey guys," Donald walked into the room, wearing a black suit and tie, "What's going on?"

Huey breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, nothing, just a round of Legends of Legend Quest."

Donald eyed his nephew suspiciously, but Della's head nod confirmed it, "Okay. Well, I'm going to change out of this. I'll be in the boat if anyone needs me."

And with that, he walked out of the room. Huey desperately tried to think of an excuse to leave.

"Uh, well, this was super fun Mom. Thanks for playing with me," Huey said quickly, getting off the couch, "But… don't go anywhere… um… I've gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a moment."

Huey quickly ran out of the room, leaving his mom in shock, but Huey could apologize. It was going to be worth it if this plan came together. But they needed Uncle Donald.

Huey caught up with his uncle before long. He stopped him, "Uncle Donald, we need your help."

Uncle Donald gave him a questioning look, "Okay… with what? Did you get in trouble again?"

Huey rolled his eyes, "No, of course not. Dewey, Louie and I were planning a surprise for Mom, since it's Mother's Day. But we need your help planning it."

Uncle Donald softened, "Oh, that sounds wonderful. You boys really are sweet. Sure, I'll help you. Where are they?"

"Upstairs in our room. Let's go, we don't have time to waste," Huey instructed, guiding Uncle Donald up the stairs. Yes, this was going to work out. Everything was going according to plan.

"Thank goodness," Louie groaned when Huey led their uncle into their room, "I thought you'd never come back."

Uncle Donald frowned, folding his arms grumpily, "I'm going to ignore that comment for Della's sake. So, what do you need help with?"

Louie sat back, leaning on his hands, "We're trying to come up with a plan to surprise Mom with. So far, all we have is the lullaby we want to sing. You know, the one you sang to use as children?"

Uncle Donald nodded, "She'll like that."

"But we want to do something bigger," Louie pointed to a white sheet of paper with the words HATCHING on it, "So, here's what we came up with. What's the most important thing Mom missed out on in the 10 years she was on the moon?"

Huey answered this time, "Probably her three children."

"Exactly," Louie crossed his arms, "Specifically, our hatching! Imagine how that must feel. So… what if we reenacted it?"

"Reenact our hatching?" Huey questioned, "But… how? We were infants, we can't remember how it happened."

"No, but he can," Louie pointed to Uncle Donald, "he was there for the whole thing! He can direct us on what to do. And really, he's the one who has to do the hard work. All we have to do is break out of a fake egg and act like a baby."

"Huey, I was a little wary of it too, at first," Dewey added, "but I think it's a really good idea! Mom will get to see the day we hatched for the first time. It doesn't get more special than that."

Huey thought about it for a moment, then agreed, "Yeah, I like it. I think it'll mean a lot to her. How hard can acting like a baby be?"

Louie smiled, then looked to his uncle with pleading eyes, "Please, Uncle Donald. We can't do it without you."

Uncle Donald hesitated, but only for a moment, "Alright, I'll do it. Della deserved to be there when you hatched. I think it's only right to show her that moment on her first Mother's Day."

"Yes!" Louie cheered, grabbing the piece of paper and rolling up, "Uncle Donald, tell us the story of how we were hatched."

15 Minutes Later...

And just like that, the plan was made, they all agreed on a script.

"Great," Louie looked to his brothers, "Let's go make some props!"

"Actually, one more thing," Donald stopped the triplets, "If we really want to make it as accurate, there's one more thing you would need to do."

"What?" Huey looked to his brothers in confusion, but they were as clueless as he was.

Donald shrugged nervously, "Well… if you're just hatching out of the egg, you should probably be in your birthday suits, if you know what I mean."

The three boys looked at each other, trying to figure out what he meant. Then, the lightbulb went off, "Oh, right, of course! But, is it a little too much?"

"If we're going into all this effort, we might as well go all out," Donald put his hands up quickly, "If you're not comfortable, of course we don't have to."

"Oh, don't worry Uncle Donald," Dewey grinned mischievously, "I think I speak for all of us when I say it would be our pleasure."

Huey and Louie chuckled, "Well then, we better get changed," Louie said, ushering Donald out of the room, "You can handle the egg and prop, right Uncle Donald?"

Donald was almost offended, "Do you know how many times I've had to remake the house boat? Of course I can make three eggs."

"Great," Louie grabbed the door handle, "Well, see you in a few minutes," And with that he shut the door.

Donald shook his head. Those were his boys. He walked away, thinking of the best way to make an egg.

Donald grabbed the paint brush and added a few strokes to the final egg. Phew. Done. Just then he heard three pairs of footsteps behind him.

"We're ready Uncle Donald," he heard Dewey say triumphantly.

He instinctively turned around, but retracted, afraid of what he'd see. But it was not what he expected.

The boys were in black suits. The dress shirt underneath was a brilliant white. Each triplet wore their signature color bow tie. They all looked at each other, admiring their suits.

"What do you think?" Dewey pulled at one of his sleeves, "It's our birthday suit! You gave it to us for our 10th birthday, remember?"

Donald sighed, "You know that's not what I- you know what, never mind. You look great boys."

"Thanks!" Dewey stood proudly, then glanced over at the eggs behind his uncle, "Those fake eggs are looking pretty good too."

Donald smiled. Those were his boys, "So, do you think you're ready?"

They looked at each other one last time for confirmation. Then, they nodded together, saying, "We were born ready."

Donald swallowed. Boy, had they grown up, "Well then, let's go! I'll get Della, you boys get into place."

They agreed, the boys grabbing the eggs, figuring out how to get inside them. Donald left, starting to look for Della in the last place he saw her. The TV room.

It ended up Della was still sitting there on the couch.

As soon as she saw Donald she leapt to her feet, "Oh, Donald! It is good to see you brother. Have you seen Huey? He went to the bathroom 30 minutes ago, and I'm getting a little concerned."

Donald patted his sister's shoulder, "Uh, don't worry, the boys are fine. They actually have a surprise for you."

Della's eyes lit up, "Ooh! Well then, lead the way."

Donald walked out of the TV room and into the foyer. To his relief he saw his three fake eggs waiting at the base of the stairs, and not a triplet in sight.

"What is this?" Della said aloud in wonderment.

Donald grinned, "You'll see."

"Whoa. What is happening here?" A Scottish accent voice said from the top of the stairs.

The siblings turned and saw Webby and Scrooge were staring down at the eggs below them.

Donald swallowed, "Oh, uh, nothing?"

But Della spoke up, "It's a surprise for me! Do you guys want to come be surprised too?"

"Yeah we do!" Webby cried, running down the stairs and around the eggs, stopping to stand next to Della. Scrooge followed at a slower rate, saying, "Why not, lass?"

Donald gave in. There was no good way to get rid of them now. He took his place next to the eggs, whispering as discreetly as possible, "Uncle Scrooge and Webby are watching. Is that okay?"

He heard a small voice respond, "Yeah, that's fine. Is Mom here?"

Donald nodded, then realized they couldn't see him and said, "Yep. We're ready to start. You know your cue line?"

He heard a quiet chorus of yeses. He shook off his nerves. Della will love it.

Della waited anxiously for the surprise that was for her. Maybe it was just her, but it looked like her brother was talking to the three eggs in front of them. And for a really long time.

It seemed Scrooge felt the same way, "Some on, lad, we don't have all day."

Donald cleared his throat, "Right… okay… This story is a recounting of a true event, though not everything you see is 100% accurate… Once upon a time, there were three triplets."

Della already loved it. It was so cute. Where was it going to go?

"Their mother was the most caring, compassionate, and loving mother there ever was," Donald took out a paper cut out of a red rocket, "But one day, she was separated from her boys for a long time," Donald threw the rocket over the eggs, falling onto the floor on the other side.

Well this sounded familiar, Della thought. Was this about her?

"And so, the responsibility fell on their uncle to take care of them," Donald continued, "And eventually, the day came when the boys hatched. April 15th…"

Donald got into character, pacing across the floor near the eggs, "Oh, it should be any day now," he paused, the pain of his next words clear on his face, "It should be her here instead of me… I miss her so much."

As soon as he said those words, the egg on the left cracked, a long line forming. Donald gasped, "It's happening! They're… their hatching!"

Della couldn't believe what was happening. Was this really how her boys hatched? She felt tears come to her eyes, the pain of her separation from her kids flooding back to her. She remembered having to face the fact that she missed their hatching. And now she was watching them hatch for the first time.

Donald was crouching by the first egg as it kept cracking, the anticipation of the final push filling Della.

Finally, the egg shattered, and Della saw Huey was inside, wearing a dashing suit. He stared up at Donald with wide eyes, gurgling some slightly cringe baby noises.

Donald's eyes were filled with pride, "Hello, little one."

Huey cocked his head, "Mama?"

Della's heart broke. Donald blinked and wiped a staged tear from his eye, "No no, I'm your Uncle. Uncle Donald. Mom… mom's not here."

Before baby Huey could say anything, the second egg in the middle began to hatch. The crack from much faster, and in a matter of seconds, Dewey was born.

He smiled turning to Donald and Huey, "H-hewwo!"

Donald beamed, and a small chuckle escaped, "Aren't you the enthusiastic one?"

Dewey laughed, leaning against the third egg, which cracked under the pressure.

Donald's eyes widened, reaching out a hand, "Oh, careful, that's your brother in there!"

Dewey looked down at the egg, trying to understand what that meant, "Bwother?"

"Bwother!" Huey ran over to the second egg, hitting the shell with his fists. Dewey joined in like it was a fun game they were playing.

Donald looked petrified, "Boys, please don't do that. You might-"

Just then, the shell broke, revealing a sleeping Louie. He was curled up in a ball. Unfortunately, his brothers didn't give him any peace, grabbing him with their hands and pulling him, repeating bwother over and over again. Louie grumpily woke up, trying to push his brothers away.

Donald quickly walked over and pulled Huey and Dewey away from Louie, "Enough you two. Give your brother some space."

Louie yawned. He looked very tired, and didn't even get up or say anything, just took in his surroundings.

"Hi there, little one," Donald said gently, "Are you okay?"

Louie blinked both eyes separately before flopping back down onto his egg shells, snoring loudly.

Donald exhaled, "Good, he's fine. Well… you three need names, don't you?"

They stared blankly at him, not having a clue what he was talking about.

Donald looked around, "I'm pretty sure Della had names picked out for you three… what were they again?"

Dewey plopped down on the ground, tired already. Huey walked over to him, sitting next to him. Huey called out loudly, "Bwother!"

It seemed random at first, but then Louie reacted, noticing Huey and Dewey sitting next to each other. He grumbled, picking himself up and crawling over toward his brothers. He sat down next to his brothers.

Donald noticed their already growing bond, "Oh, well… I do have a great themed name idea. What do you three think of Hubert, Dewford, and Llewellyn? You can shorten it to Huey, Dewey, and Louie."

The boys cheered. Donald beamed, "Oh, okay then. Huey, Dewey, and Louie it is. You're mother would've been so proud of you. She loved you three so much… She wrote you three this song. She used to sing it to you before… well, it seems only right to honor her memory by singing it to you now."

Della covered her mouth. Her song… was he really going to sing her song?

Then, Donald backed away, and the triplets stood up, walking to the middle of the room. Then, they started to sing.

"Look to the stars my darling baby boys. Life is strange and vast, filled with wonders and joys. Face each new sun with eyes clear and true. Unafraid of the unknown, because I'll face it all with you. Happy Mother's Day, Mom!" The boys finished.

Della's tears fell from her eyes, "Oh, boys. That was the sweetest thing I've ever seen. Thank you, thank you so much."

The three of them smiled up at their mom. Huey started, "For the best mom in the world..."

"...We would do anything for you..." Dewey continued.

"...We love you, Mom," Louie finished, and the three of them wrapped their mom in a hug.

She returned it, embracing her sons.

Scrooge and Webby marveled at the sight. Webby cooed, "Wow, what a special Mother's Day. I can't wait for Father's day so I can do something extra special for you."

Scrooge cringed, "Oh, Webbigail, that's really not necessary. I don't think you'll be wanting to reenact your birth anyway."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Webby shrugged, "Oh well. I'll think of something."

Scrooge chuckled, "I'm sure you will."