Since the dreaded game night-gone-wrong, Louie has started his own company, Glomgold has challenged Scrooge to a 'richest duck' competition because Louie helped Glomgold regain his memory, Dewey and Huey met an estranged cousin/uncle, and they all nearly got eaten by an evil plant at a literal tourist trap. So by comparison, it was a slow day at McDuck Manor, especially after the whole 'Harp-be-gone' situation of the past couple of days.

Donald on the other hand, was taking a trip out of town to try and get parts for the boat. "Unca Scrooge, I'm heading out for a a couple of days, so you need to take the kids with you." He calls out.

"Sorry lad, can't. Follow-up business trip in Cape Suzette that requires absolute focus. Ae need ta go alone." Scrooge says as he prepares for his trip.

"Ah well. Mrs B! I need you to look after the kids in that case!"

"Sorry, but I myself have to go with Mr. McDuck because he keeps forgetting to hire a secretary as I am not his secretary!" Beakley states, quite upset with her boss, who is frightened by her still.

Donald blinks and turns to Ian. "Mr Boone? Can you-"

"My agreement with Scrooge doesn't cover babysitting more than two kids at a time, and even them it is for only a few hours. Plus, I have work around the house to do, including your boat given the, 'harpy incident'. Sorry." Ian says as he picks up his tool bag and goes out back to the pool.

"Ah phooey..." Donald then remembers something and smiles. "Kids, given we can't leave you here alone for the few days, I think it is time we call on an old friend." He says as he dials a number he hasn't had to call in a while as the boys realize what he is implying with a gasp.

"Wait, really? You're calling her?!" Dewey asks, seemingly excited.

"Yep, hopefully she can do it." Donald says with a grin.

"Woo-hoo!" The boys cheer.

"Uh, calling who? And why are you guys excited for a babysitter?" Webby asks, confused given they ended up here trying to stay away from babysitters.

"Not just any babysitter, our favorite babysitter, Dickie! She was the best!" Dewey says.

"We would always play games, watch movies, make snacks, and more. She even helped with my Woodchuck projects and Dewey get his grades up! She was nice, helpful, fun..." Huey explains.

"And whenever we broke something or whatever, she would always lie to Uncle Donald and say it was her fault, just so we wouldn't get in trouble. It worked every time! I just feel bad he scolded and yelled at her so much." Louie says, the trio genuinely feeling bad about that part.

"No I always knew you three were the ones responsible. I just wanted you boys to feel guilty for not taking responsibility and letting another take the blame." Donald says as he looks through his contacts. "In fact, Dickie was in on it." He smirks.

"Huh, clever way to teach us a lesson. But man, she was awesome!" Louie admits.

"Then, she got too busy with work and school when she moved out of town a couple of years ago when we were, like, eight or nine, and we haven't seen her since. But now we get to have an incredible reunion!" Huey states.

"Imagine when she finds out we live at McDuck Manor now AND that Scrooge McDuck is our uncle AND that we have an awesome long-lost sister!" Dewey says.

"She, actually sounds pretty cool." Rebecca admits.

"Yeah! Hopefully she hasn't changed much." Louie says.

"Hello, Dickie? It's Donald Duck. How are you? ... Great, doing well ourselves. And it has been too long. Listen, I need to go out for the rest of today, tomorrow, and most of the day after, and I can't trust the kids to be alone. Think you can babysit for a bit? ... If you need us to pick you up we'd be glad to, if you do it. ... Great! We'll come pick you up in a bit. See you then." Donald says as he ends the call, the boys already stoked and cheering as Webby and Rebecca chuckle.

Later on, Donald arrives in Mouseton, and gets out to greet Dickie.

"Ah, Dickie!" Donald greets the blonde duck

"Hey, Mister Duck! Good to see you again!" The peppy blonde says with a smile as they shake hands. She wore a black zippered vest over a red short-sleeved hoodie, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of black flats. Her hair was in a short, semi-messy bob, and her eyes were a vibrant, near-emerald green. Finally, she was taller and slimmer than the likes of Donald and Scrooge, but still almost half a foot shorter than Ian.

"Good to see you too. So, how's school?"

"Good. I'm working on a degree in journalism."

"Ah, journalism, thinking on becoming a reporter?"

"Or something like that." Dickie shrugs, when...

"Dickie!" The boys cheer as they nearly tackle her in a group hug.

"Woah! Hey guys! Long time no see!" Dickie smiles as she hugs the boys back. "You guys have grown a lot in, what, two years?"

"Almost three, but it feels like forever!" Huey says, smiling wide.

"Yeah, we missed you so much!" Dewey says.

"Aw, I missed you three as well." She says, smiling back as she rubs their heads. "So, your uncle needs me to stay and look after you?"

"Yerp! He's going out and no one else can watch us." Dewey says.

"Well, if it isn't for too long, I'd love to."

"It is just until Monday at latest. Can you do that?" Donald asks.

"Sure, sounds fine by my schedule."

"Woo-hoo!" The trio of boys cheer.

"C'mon! We'll drive you there." Donald says he leads them back to the car.

After driving the whole way back to Duckburg, they start to drive to Killmotor Hill, to the confusion of Dickie.

"Wait, are you sure this is the right way? Because this road takes us, like, to Scrooge McDuck's mansion." Dickie comments.

"Oh, so it does huh?" Louie says with a smirk as his brothers grin.

Donald drives up the hill, pulls up to the gate, and uses the intercom to have Beakley open the gate, before driving in and parking behind the limo.

"Dickie, welcome to our NEW home, McDuck Manor." Louie says.

"You guys live at McDuck Manor... With Scrooge McDuck? The richest duck in the world?!" She asks incredulously.

"Yerp!" The boys say as they head to the front door.

"Wha- how- what?!" Dickie asks, freaking out confused as she follows them.

"Long story... Oh, and speaking of the man himself." Dewey says.

"There yew all are. Ae was wondering where yew went and- oh? Who is this?" Scrooge asks.

"Uncle Scrooge, this is Dickie, our old babysitter. Dickie, this is Scrooge, our great uncle." Louie introduces.

"Your uncle?!" Dickie gasps.

"And proudly so." Scrooge tips his top hat and extends a hand.

"Wow! So nice to meet you, sir!" Dickie excitedly shakes his hand.

"Nice ta meet yew too lass. Say, yew look, familiar..."

"Well, people do say I do look like my grandma Goldie."

At that, Scrooge freezes. "Sorry, did yew just say, Goldie? As in, Goldie O'Gilt?"

"Yeah, that's her."

At this, the boys start to tease Scrooge, who is none-too-pleased. "Ae didnae know know she had any bairn."

"She didn't as far as I know. She adopted me when I was about 7." Dickie clarifies. "Wait, you know her?"

"Fer over a hundred years."

"I'm sorry what?"

"It is a, long story. One ae donnae have time to tell." Scrooge says as he leaves, Beakley following. "We can talk when ae return in a few days."

"Bye!" Dickie says, as Rebecca and Webby approach.

"Oh! Dickie! Meet Rebecca. Our sister." Dewey says.

"Wha- sister? A fourth one? I didn't know you guys were quadruplets."

"Yeah. She was raised by Uncle Scrooge while Donald cared for us." Huey says.

Rebecca waves. "Um, hello, Miss Dickie. Nice to meet you. My brothers said a lot of good things about you."

"Nice to meet you too Rebecca." Dickie smiles to Rebecca. "I hope, like with your brothers, we can become good frien-"

Webby suddenly pops in, unable to contain her excitement. "Hi! I'm Webby!"

Dickie is startled, but smiles. "Well, you're quite energetic."

"So, this is Webby. She's a smidge older than us, and is Mrs. Beakley's granddaughter, but she's our honorary sister." Rebecca says.

"Nice to meet you Webby." Dickie smiles. "So, anyone else to meet?"

"For us kids that's about it." Huey says.

"Oh! There's Mr. Boone!" Rebecca speaks up.

"Who?" Dickie asks.

"He's an employee of Uncle Scrooge, who also works on the house. He's right outside at the pool. C'mon, we'll introduce you!" Webby says as the kids take Dickie outside to the pool and boat.

"Hey Mr. Boone! There's someone we want you to meet." Louie calls as he comes out with the other kids and Dickie.

A series of bubbles come up from under the boat, the sound of gurgled speech heard. "Ghglgbglghglgfh~" It was, somehow, less intelligible than Donald is.

"...Come again?" Louie asks with a 'what did we just hear' look.

The otter apparently surfaces on the other side of the boat. "I said, lemme finish one thing and I'll meet them when I come in for lightbulb checks."

"Uh, okay." Louie says as they hear Ian dive back under. "So, let's show you around." He leads Dickie back in with the others, as they give her a tour of the house. "Anyways, that was the pool, and you've been in the foyer. And here is the TV room."

"AKA, Louie's unofficial second room." Rebecca remarks.

Louie prepares to protest, but finds that a reasonable and fair statement, shrugging. "Anyways, onto the kitchen and dining room..." He says as they show Dickie everything, from the library and Scrooge's office, to their rooms, and even the 'Wing of Secrets'. Dickie, having never been in a proper mansion her entire life, is merely in awe. The whole manor was massive, nearly a maze, as they take a long time to give her the tour. She even met Duckworth, who startled her, but she was assured he was harmless.

A few hours later, they all return to the main hall, finished with the tour.

"And that is everything. For any questions refer to Webby, Rebecca, or Huey." Louie says, like he is some sort of tour guide.

"Wow, I didn't think a house could be so big. Closest thing was my Granny's hotel back in Dawson. I mean, that's a hotel so it makes sense, but a house?!"

"Yeah, it's something. We'll have to explain the map of the ventilation system to you some time." Webby says.

"Wait what?"

Then, Ian comes in for his scheduled lightbulb check. "Say, you guys think Mr. McDuck would like if I use LED bulbs? They are slightly more expensive, but last way longer and will save him lots on electri-" He then sees Dickie and, in an absolute loss for words, drops the lightbulb box, which luckily doesn't shatter the bulbs, as his heart skips a beat and mouth hangs open. He had never seen someone so, beautiful before. Ever. "Um, h-hi. I'm, uh, I-Ian Boone, employee for McDuck Industries." Ian says as he extends a hand.

"Hi, I'm Dickie Duck. I used to be the boys' babysitter and, kinda am again. But now at McDuck Manor!" She says with a smile as she shakes his hand.

"Well, nice to meet you. I, hope the kids aren't causing problems for you."

"Oh, I'm used to it. Dealt with much worse."

Ian blinks. "...We are talking about the same kids, right?"

"I think so?"

Ian groups up the boys together. "You've dealt with kids worse than these three?"

"By far."

Ian blinks again. "Um... I'd ask how, but that sounds so complex it'd hurt my simple brain."

The kids are caught off guard by that statement. Ian was not simple-minded. To have earned Gyro's respect as an equal required a complex mind. Something was very, very wrong for him to talk so... oddly.

"Yeah, it actually is a really weird and difficult story. I try to forget the worst cases." Dickie shrugs.

"Right. Well, um, best you go on and, whatnot. We both have work to do, I believe." Ian says.

"Right. Yours seems more important given, well..." She refers to Ian's tool bag. "All that. But, it was nice to meet you!"

"It was, uh, nice to meet you as well..." Ian says as Dickie turns and walks off.

The kids then notice Ian swaying with googoo eyes as he looks at Dickie walk away. There is no doubt. He has been shot by one of cupid's arrows. "Oooh! Someone's in looo-OW!" The boys taunt, before getting smacked upside the head by Webby and Rebecca, hard, all while Ian pays no mind, due to the boys being right. He was in love, and it was almost shameless. This love struck state lasts for a while in awkward silence, before Huey speaks up.

"So, you have a crush on our babysitter?" Huey asks.

"Not a crush, just an admiration of the most beautiful person I've ever seen, with a desire to be with them the rest of my life so I may make their every desire come true." He says, hearts in his eyes.

"That IS a crush. Just ask her out." Louie points out.

At that, Ian snaps out of it and just panics. "No, nonononononono! I can't just ask out a girl I just met! It's creepy!" He says, blushing beet red.

"Please, if that was the case no one would be dating and people would have died out long ago." Rebecca says.

"Well, erm, w-what if she doesn't like me back? A-and I mean, I'd rather take things slow. Get to know her first, and what not." He fidgets.

"Then go talk to her." Dewey suggests.

"But about what? How do I break the ice?"

"Hmm... Maybe you can help her deal with us?" Rebecca suggests.

"But how?" Ian asks.

"Well, it is almost dinner time. Why not help her in the kitchen?" Huey suggests.

Ian just sighs, and heads to the kitchen. "Hey Dickie, want some help making dinner for the kids?" He asks as he enters the kitchen.

"Oh, well, I was thinking of ordering pizza for ease." Dickie says.

"Why order when you can make something yourself? Much healthier and arguably cheaper."

"Are you sure? Don't you have work to do?"

"It can wait. This won't take too long." He assures.

All the while, the kids congratulate themselves on 'match-making'.

The two eventually make a rather impressive gourmet mac and cheese recipe Ian knew, and were soon serving it to the kids.

"Woah, this looks awesome." Dewey says.

"Well, you can thank Ian. He's the one who suggested the recipe." Dickie waves off.

Ian blushes a slight bit at the compliment, turning away some.

"Anyways, dig in! Just don't make yourselves sick."

The kids promptly take to devouring the mac and cheese, which they seem to adore.

...

After the kids had finished dinner, and all the dishes were clean, Ian sees his work day is up. "Well, time for me to clock out."

"Okay, it was nice meeting you." Dickie says.

However, before he goes, he decides to ask Dickie out. "Hey, uh, Dickie... Um, would you like to, perhaps, talk some more later? Maybe, over lunch tomorrow? I got some more work to do here and it all counts as overtime." Ian asks with a slight blush.

"Sure, sounds great!" Dickie says enthusiastically, unaware of his crush on her.

"Cool. Uh, see you tomorrow, I guess." He says as he walks out, bumping into the doorframe like a goof, which makes Dickie giggle as he leaves the manor and heads home.

The kids watch, and realize their babysitter and Ian might just work well. They head off to enjoy their time before bed, as Ian leaves.

...

The next morning, the kids awaken and head downstairs. There, they find Dickie trying to figure out how to make breakfast, being a tad frantic as she stands at the counter, confused.

"Uh, Dickie?" Huey gets her attention.

"Huh- oh! Hey guys! I was just about to make breakfast." Dickie acknowledges with a smile.

"Um, what exactly?" Dewey asks.

"Uh, like, pancakes?"

"Have you, made pancakes before?" Louie asks.

"Well, I helped Granny prepare them at times when I was little... by pouring the batter and flipping them. But hey! I'm sure I can figure it out!" Dickie assures.

"Considering none of us three can cook, Webby can't really cook, and I doubt Rebecca knows anything other than Japanese cuisine," Huey says, Rebecca opening her beak to protest, but stops, in agreement, "and how we would only make small snacks back then, it's okay if you can't cook."

"I mean, I've never made anything more complicated than noodles. And sandwiches... or stuff with proper directions that wasn't too complex as I screwed up a birthday cake for Granny one time..." Dickie remembers as she puts the ingredients away. "How does cereal and toast sound actually?"

"Fine by me." The kids say, as they help Dickie get the cereal, bread, butter, and jams, as well as juice and milk.

Later in the day, at around noon, Ian arrives, knocking on the door, to which Dickie answers. "Dickie, um, good to see you again." He says, a tad nervous.

"Hey Ian, good to see you too." She checks the time. "Guess you are here for lunch as promised?"

"Yeah, then off to work on the houseboat some more before I do my rounds of house maintenance."

"Okay." She smiles as they head to the dining room, Ian greeting the kids and Duckworth on the way there.

...

After they'd prepared their food, Dickie herself a sandwich, and Ian a quick microwave meal he brought, they sit and make small talk.

"So, how've things been so far? It'd been a solid day at the manor if I remember correctly."

"Good. There's a lot to do to keep the kids entertained, though they mostly keep to themselves."

"They are getting older. They are pre-teens and will soon start going through, changes, no doubt. Physically and personality wise. I remember when my personality started changing and I am not the same person I was a few years ago."

"Fair..." Dickie looks at her sandwich. "Can I tell you something?"

"Uh, sure?"

"I, can't cook. Like, at all."

"At all?"

"I mean, I can make sandwiches, and simple things. But I can't even make a cake from a boxed mix properly, or even cook an egg without burning it. I tried to make pancakes this morning, and literally stood there for 30 minutes trying to figure out what to do. Then the kids walked in and I decided cereal and toast was enough." She sighs. "I was used to occasionally watching the boys for a couple of hours, and ordering food for dinner, only making small snacks. But I, can't cook for them when necessary."

"Well, Duckworth can cook if you need him to."

"Yeah, but I am a babysitter. It is my job to cook for them. I have to learn to cook as I wanna become a mother some day and care for my own kids. How can I do that if I can't even cook?"

Ian thinks, and looks at her. "I could teach you."

"What?" She looks up at him.

"I could teach you how to cook things. Basics to start. Pancakes, eggs in different ways, sausage, bacon, and so on."

"You, can? But, what about your other work?"

"I mean, most of the work on the boat is just superficial, and Donald is getting the new parts so I have time. And house stuff is merely maintenance that I am caught up on. Missing a few hours won't hurt."

"I guess."

"I can teach you what to do, you save the guide, and tomorrow morning you can surprise the kids. How's that sound?"

"That sounds, wonderful. Thank you!"

"Don't mention it, it's the least I can do to help."

Dickie smiles as she finishes her sandwich and Ian his lunch, the two hitting it off even further without the kids.

The next morning, the kids awoke to the smell of food cooking. Had Mrs. Beakley and Uncle Scrooge returned early and she was preparing breakfast? Or maybe Duckworth took to preparing a proper breakfast given yesterday. They rush downstairs to find Dickie. Cooking. Rather well in a reversal of yesterday morning.

"Oh, you're awake! Just in time too, I was about to prepare the pancakes. What would each of you like in yours?" Dickie says confidently.

"Wait, what?" The 5 ask, confused.

"Ian taught me how to cook breakfast yesterday. Told me all I need to know. Said he'll teach me more today." She smiles, putting a batch of scrambled eggs on a platter. She'd prepared a proper breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, and pancakes for the kids and herself, all on her own.

As the kids try to figure it out, Rebecca speaks up first. "Chocolate chip please. Stack of four."

"Gotcha!"

The other kids just shrug and say what they want for their fillings, or that they want none.

...

Later that day, Ian arrives to continue work. He greets Dickie, who is happy to see him.

"Ian! Good afternoon!" Dickie greets.

"Afternoon Miss Duck, how'd breakfast go?" Ian asks.

"Great! The kids loved it!"

"Cool."

"I have you to thank. After all, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

"Well, I mean, you are a good listener..." Ian starts to get nervous again, blushing a tad.

"Still, you know so much! And, since tonight is the last night I have to sit the kids, I wanna do something for them. I wanna make them some pizza from scratch!"

"Well, I suppose. But you will need my help to prepare enough. So, best we get started now, as proper dough takes a while." He says as they head to the kitchen.

...

A few hours later, at dinner time...

"Kids! Pizza!" Dickie calls up.

Quickly, the kids run downstairs to get a slice, and are surprised to see 4 pizzas, piping hot, with two cheese and two pepperoni. But, no boxes.

"Hope you kids like it! I decided to make fresh pizza rather than order out."

The kids blink, shocked.

"Though Ian did help teach me, and he'd made some dough the other day to make for his coworkers that he gave, because it apparently takes a while to make proper pizza dough."

"Right..." Huey says as they look at the pizzas, which looked amazing. They also smelled amazing, and were already sliced.

Dewey grabs a slice and tastes it. His eyes light up as he quickly starts to devour the slice, getting some more. The others also taste, and are quick to dig in, loving it.

Dickie just smiles, glad they enjoy it. She's still got it as a babysitter.

The next day, at around noon, Donald returns with the boat parts, honking to let everyone know he is back.

"Uncle Donald!" The boys cheer as they rush to greet him, Webby and Rebecca following as Dickie watches.

"Kids! How was the weekend?" Donald asks.

"It was awesome! Dickie is just as great as ever!" Dewey says.

"Aw..." Dickie says, touched.

"Great! So, about payment..."

"I'd say no less than $5 an hour per kid. So, $25 an hour over roughly 3 days time..." Ian says.

Donald blinks, sweating as Dickie does the math, and is shocked.

"That's almost $2,000! I couldn't possibly take that much from you!" Dickie says.

"You are a college student. You need the money." Ian returns as everyone stares at him. "What? I'm being realistic."

"How does, $500 total sound?"

"Are you sure? That is still a lot."

"That is the average weekly earnings of minimum wage, and I suggested the monthly. It isn't that much."

Again, everyone stares at Ian.

"Again, realistic." As he carries the parts to the boat.

Donald pays Dickie $500 in cash, the young adult in shock.

"I don't think I've ever held this much money before. Thank you Mr. Duck." Dickie says, grateful.

"Don't mention it. What are friends for?" Donald says, smiling. "Well, best you head back to Mouseton."

"Yeah, so I can get ready to move." Dickie says.

"Wait, what?" Everyone asks, confused.

"Yep! Turns out I can get my degree online, so I'm moving to Duckburg!"

"Really?!" The kids say, excited.

"Moving to Duckbur-" Ian shouts in shock, as-

THUD

"OW!" Ian drops the heavy part on his foot, hopping around holding it for a few seconds.

Rebecca leans over to the others. "Maybe Dickie being around is actually detrimental to his health." She whispers, realizing.

Ian then comes over. "If you're moving, I can help you."

"Really? You'd do that?" Dickie asks.

"Sure. I helped my family move right before I came to Duckburg, so I know a few things."

"Great! Thank you! And I'd love to introduce you to my friends!"

"Oh, no, you don't need to-"

Dickie hurries off before he can finish, as Ian faints. The kids go over to Ian and check on him, Louie poking him as Rebecca smacks Louie for doing so.