Ch.3: Daisy's Concern

"Heh," Donald sighed as Kent Powers kept on trying to barge in and interrupt Daisy's newscast.

Even though he was the boss and the so-called 'star' of this show, Kent never really appealed to the audience's tastes. Daisy did a far better job reporting than Kent ever could, so it annoyed Donald sometimes when vain reporter sought to steal a little spotlight for himself.

However, videotaping all of Kent's hilarious flaws, and exposing them on live TV was one perk Donald felt hard to resist.

After twirling himself into a pretzel when trying to show off during an outdoor yoga lesson, Kent angrily glared as Donald turned the camera back towards Daisy, who was trying hard not to laugh as she finished her report.

"So in conclusion" the female duck " if you ever feel the need to stretch out head down to the city park, and join the blissful exercise of yoga. Just try not to get tangled up. This is Daisy Duck reporting for What In The World signing off, bye."

Freeing himself just as the camera turned off, Kent walked over where Donald and Daisy stood, not pleased with the little air time he had.

"I'm supposed to be the star here! Me!" said Kent to Daisy " You're just the low-paid sidekick to my heroic grace."

"Heroic, yeah right" said Daisy " like when you tried to cheat me and Donald out by pulling all those stunts. You don't have a knack for danger Kent. The Duck Avenger puts himself at more risk than you do."

"That lunatic!" said Kent " He's gone! He's yesterday's news. Hero? Angus Fangus from Channel 00 News clearly classified him as a crook. It's a good thing for the whole city that he happened to disappear."

"And you had better watch your tone" Kent continued " I can easily just fire from this show like I wanted to from the start."

"If you wanted too it would have happened already," said Daisy.

At a loss for words, Kent stood silently dumbfounded as Daisy and Donald walked away.

"Oh, that creep!" said Donald angrilly " What right does he have to talk to us like that. We bust our butts and…Aargh!"

"I know Donald" said Daisy " but we'll live. Hey, I was thinking that you and me can take the boys out for a little trip this weekend. You know that new waterpark they've been talking about? It will be fun."

"Um" said Donald, suddenly becoming depressed "I'm not so sure Daisy….the boys…,"

"Donald, what's wrong?" asked Daisy, noting her boyfriend's state with concern.

Something terrible had happened, she could see it in Donald's eyes. Whatever it was, it seemed serious enough to tear Donald's relationship with his nephews apart.

What happened now? Did one of the boys pranks finally go to far? Had something bad happened to one of them? Daisy knew that Donald was somehow hesitant to tell the truth, but she needed to know what was going on. How else could she help him recover from a sad state like this?

Finally, Donald sighed and decided to tell a little bit of the truth. Daisy didn't have to know about the whole incident at the waterfall, just a sentence or two would suffice.

"Something terrible happened yesterday" said Donald " and the boys…didn't seem to love me, like I loved them. Am I a terrible parent Daisy?"

Daisy was shocked.

"Oh Donald, of course not" she said, placing a calming hand on his shoulder " You're a great parent, raising them the way you did. No matter what happens they love you. Deep down you know they still care."

"Maybe Louie" said Donald admittedly " but Huey and Dewey…my life must really be worthless for them to choose a dog over me."

"A dog?" asked Daisy confused " What dog?"

Here, Donald explained to Daisy that the boys had found a lost pet, and he refused to let them keep it at first. Then, that something terrible happened, and Donald was forced to change his mind.

"Don't ask me to explain what it was" said Donald, looking seriously at Daisy " I had nightmares last night, and I don't feel like reliving them today."

"Of course" said Daisy " I won't." Even though she was definitely curious.

"Anyway" she continued " having a dog in the house can't be that bad can it? After all you used to have a pet, though I forgot her name."

"Tabby," said Donald softly, thinking about his old cat.

Now that was one crazy feline to have around. Fun to hang out with, and a big pain in the neck to his cousin Fethry Duck. Donald laughed at some of the memories of Tabby and Fethry's fights, sometimes being forced to join up on the same team. The two made up a hilarious pair.

It was to bad now that Tabby was gone. Sold and shipped away, so that Donald could pay up an Uncle Scrooge debt.

Donald hadn't wanted to say goodbye, but Tabby was gone now, and Donald doubted he would ever see her again.

"Just try to cheer up okay Don" said Daisy, smiling sweetly " Things will get better, you'll see."

"Thanks Daisy," said Donald.

Although with his luck, things might turn out worse.


Meanwhile, down at the school, the last bell rang, and the nephews were relieved that they could finally relax after being 'nice' to Slab through the whole school day.

The bully had definitely taken advantage of knowing the ducks horrible, little secret all day through class. Pushing at their buttons, and getting them in trouble with their teachers.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie were lucky they didn't end up with at least nine thousand detentions for how much they wanted to strangle Slab and beat him on the ground for the misery he caused today.

Although Louie supposed that he and his brothers definitely deserved it. This was karma paying them back for the horrible deed they almost did the other day.

However, how did Slab know what had happened at the waterfall yesterday anyway? How did he know that the nephews had almost left their own uncle to die?

That was one mystery the boys were determined to figure out, as they walked out the school doors and spotted Slab, walking over the streets to head home.

Following his trail like shadows, the three ducks followed Slab as the bully finally reached his house, and lay hidden among the trees.

A beagle-faced kid lay standing on Slab's front doorstep, grinning with delight as he saw Slab approach from beyond.

"Slab my man" said the beagle kid " Did it work? Did it work? Was the information I gave you good?"

"Worked like a charm little brother" said Slab " I knew sending you to spy on those three would be good, but I never imagined this. I was hesitant to believe your story at first, but the looks on their faces seemed to confirm. To bad I don't have proof so we can go to the papers, and report what those three almost did to their uncle."

"I'm sorry Slab" said the kid " my camera was lost as I came running back to tell you the news. Someone else probably has it by now."

"Doesn't matter now" said Slab " What counts is that they know that I know, and that will cause them fear. I'll probably milk it for a few weeks before I get tired and bored."

With that said, Slab and his brother walked inside, unaware of the three angry ducks hiding, who overheard.

"Oh that jerk!" said Huey " He's going to pay back big time for a stunt like this!"

"I suggest that a proper punishment is necessary" said Dewey " the only question is how?"

"Eh, we'll figure out the details later" said Huey " let's head for home."

"If Uncle D even wants us there," thought Louie, as he followed his brothers back.


Meanwhile, back at Donald's house, the little pup named Alley jumped and barked around excitedly trying to keep herself entertained as she waited for her new masters to get home.

The young ducks were great to hang and play around with, and their grumpy uncle may be a sourpuss, but he was just a tortured soul that needed a little love, and Alley was sure that she could make him smile by the end of the day.

Her old master had been pretty hard to please too, but Alley was sure she could cheer Donald up either way.

However, just as the puppy was making her plans to please her new family, an ominous chill could be felt in the air, as if a dark shadow suddenly tried to block out the sun of her life.

The sudden change of mood was eerie with fear, as Alley got the feeling that someone evil had suddenly entered the house.

She couldn't detect it with her ears. She couldn't see it with her eyes. Everything was dead and silent, like the echoes moaning across a grave.

Then, it happened. The darkness jumped, and the next moment Alley felt was slashing pain. Claws digging, cutting bloody slots across her chest.

A howl of pain escaped from her mouth in terror, bouncing off of the empty walls.

The attack stopped, and darkness came to claim the puppy's eyes.

"This is just a message. I will make him pay."