A/N: Sorry it took sooo long to update. I just haven't gotten around to
typing this until about... now. Obviously. Anyway, I'll try to be better
with the updates. I promise! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please
review!! ~Beaner~
Disclaimer: We don't the ducks! How many times do we really need to say it. We *do* own a lot of characters in this story, but none of them are major and I don't feel like listing all of them. If they weren't in the movies then we probably own them.
Sugar&Spice: Yay! A new reviewer! Hey! It's okay to be grossed out by duck eyeballs. It's not girlie. I think most people would AT LEAST say "Ew" to finding that on their doorstep. lol. Thank you so much for your review. I'll try to make the chapters longer.
Sarah: Hey chicky! Um... thanks for the song. We really love your singing reviews. They make us smile. lol. I'm really, really sorry about the long wait for the update. I promise I'll try to be a lot better from now on! Please forgive me! I know that this is really, really late, but Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you too! Oh, by the way, there's absolutely NOTHING wrong with being a wee bit... insane. Keep in mind though, this is coming from me. lol. Thanks for the review and you continual support of all of our stories!
Astrid the Oh-So-Mighty: I don't even think that there's any point in typing this because if you hate the story as much as you say you do, you probably won't be reading on. If you are, here's our reply to your accusations: If you had waited to see what the rest of the story was about before jumping to conclusions, you would see that the only simmilarity that this has with Forgotten (which is a very good story... hey! We agree on something!) is the fact that there were duck parts involved. We totally realize that you are entitled to your own opinion. (I'm referring to you calling our story crap and lame... which is so incredibly mature of you. Exactly what I'd call 'Constructive criticism'. *rolls eyes*) We've got our own plotline. Assuming things is a very hard habit to break as we all know that to assume makes an ass out of u and me.
Okey doke folks... ON WITH THE CHAPTER! Please R&R! ~Beaner~
Guy grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor and threw them into his grey suitcase that was sitting on the bed. He then threw some tee shirts on top of everything else and zipped it shut. "Daddy, can I take these jammies?" Gabrielle asked coming into the room holding a long purple nightgown with Barbie on the front. Guy nodded and followed her down the hall to her room.
She had already packed a small pink bookbag that was full to the bursting point with toys, and she was still packing clothes and such in her suitcase that lay open on the floor. Connie was scrambling around the house helping the kids find clothes to pack. She threw a coat at Guy and said, "It'll be cold in Minnesota... apparently it just snowed last night. Put that in her suitcase."
All of the Ducks were going back to Minnesota for a few days to try and figure out what exactly was going on. Guy sighed heavily as he helped Gabby finish her packing. He wished they weren't going back. He had thought that he'd never have to go back again. All that was left there were the awful, haunting memories of that night.
Adam Banks had called that morning saying that he had been in touch with a few of the other former Ducks, and he found out that everyone had received threatening messages and Charlie's house was plastered in Duck guts. 'Thank God we only got a note!' Guy thought to himself.
He picked up Gabby and her two bags. He loaded the bags into the SUV and walked back into the house with Gabby still on his back. He sat her down in a chair at the kitchen table and gave her a juice box. Once Connie had made sure that they had everything, she and Guy loaded the rest of the bags into the car, helped the kids into their seats, and finally headed for the airport.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goldberg's family filed into the airport. Goldie had a killer headache from all the screaming and complaining on the way to the airport. Ethel had been nagging him with the old "Are we there yet?" thing the entire way there. "I still don't understand why we've gotta fly all the way to freaking Minnesota!!" Beth whined as they neared the counter. Goldberg just ignored her as he pulled the six tickets out of his pocket and handed them to Anthony, the kid behind the counter. "Greg! Answer me!" Beth growled.
"I can't really explain," Goldberg murmured as the guy verified their tickets and such.
Anita pulled Veronica's hair making the little girl let out a shrill scream. Goldberg fought off a smile as he saw that Beth was ready to pull her hair out.
"Girls, you stop right now!" she screamed at the top of her lungs when Ethel joined in and pounced on Anita. Angela clotheslined Veronica, knocking the wind out of her. Beth ran her hand through her hair as her face turned steadily redder with embarrassment. Goldberg grabbed all the bags and headed for the never-ending torture session that is airport security as Beth struggled to pull the four girls apart.
"Coming Beth?" he called, once again having to fight off a smirk.
"Why don't *you* come and get them!" she yelled. Greg trudged over to the girls and set the bags back on the ground.
"Girls, settle down please," he said simply. They all stopped beating each other at once. Anita helped Veronica to her feet and Angela wiped some dirt off of Ethel's back for her. Beth just glared at Greg as all six of them headed toward security.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Sir, do you have any jewelry on you?" the security officer as Luis who stood shoeless in front of the metal detector. He shook his head and pointed to the basket where he had already removed the jewelry that he had on. His family stood on the other side of the arch waiting for him. Ashley sighed impatiently as Luis walked through again and the alarm sounded... again. The officer brought the wand thingy (the wee hand-held metal detector) out and searched Luis with it. It beeped as it passed over Luis' pocket. The officer pulled out Luis' keys.
"Oops," Luis mumbled as he walked over to his family. He put on his shoes and jewelry again.
"Well, that only took about... FOREVER!" Ashley moaned.
"I know. I'm sorry. I forgot about my keys," he said giving her an apologetic look. She rolled her eyes and pretended to be mad. "Will you ever forgive me?"
Ashley smiled and kissed him on the lips. "Come on. We're gonna be late," she said. Benny grabbed onto Luis hand as the five of them looked for the gate.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Oh, there it is!" Averman exclaimed pointing to gate number nine. He walked through, followed by the rest of his family. Lester Jr. was stepping on the back of Dave's shoes trying to annoy him.
"STOP!" Dave screamed pushing his brother into Bella who caught him before he hit the floor.
"Both of you need to be have," Averman said running a hand through his hair. Bella patted Les Jr.'s back.
"Please be good," she whispered as they stepped into the plane.
"Okay," he said dejectedly as a flight attendant helped them to find their seats. Averman thought he recognized the man in the seat directly in front of him. 'No, it couldn't be. Could it?'
"Goldie?" Averman said leaning up over the seat.
"Averman? Aves! Nice to see you again, man! Oh my gosh, it's been forever! Um... this is my wife Beth," he said motioning to the tired and irratable looking woman on his right. "And these are my daughters Anita, Angela, Ethel, and Veronica," Greg pointed out the three across the aisle and the other beside Beth. Ethel turned around and growled at Averman. Beth shot her a 'you better be good on this trip or you won't live to see your next birthday' look and she quickly turned back around.
Bella elbowed Averman in the ribs. "Ow! Oh, um.. this is my wife Bella," Averman introduced her. "And my two sons Les Jr. and Dave."
The two old friends continued chatting quietly as the plane took off for Minnesota.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Awww! Spike, I missed you!!!" running over and picking up Spike's cage. Fulton was retrieving their bags while Portman picked up the animals. Portman slid Spike's pink spiked collar over his head and attatched a long leash to it. Just then, Fulton came walking up to them with the bags in hand.
"Gaylord is going to get cold!" Fulton said digging in the bookbag he was carrying. He pulled out a wee purple sweater that had blue triangles on it. He handed it to Portman who pulled the sweater over the cat's head.
"We should have rented a car," Fulton said as the two of them tried flagging down a taxi.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Thanks," Adam said grabbing the keys out of the woman's hand at the rental car building. Adam picked up all of the bags and loaded them into the car. Julie rubbed the baby's back and it giggled. Julie and Adam smiled as they looked into each other's eyes. (aw, they had a moment. lol. Sorry, back to the story.)
"How about we just go home right now and forget about this whole thing," Adam said trying to get out of going to Charlie's.
"Yeah, right. Okay Adam. Let's go home right now. Who cares that we just flew from Colorado to here for reasons that we're not even sure of. Who cares that I had to take off work right when I was ready to head back from my maternity leave," Julie said. Adam sighed.
"Okay, I get it. I'm sorry I even suggested it," Adam said as he closed the trunk and opened the door for Julie to strap the baby into it's car seat.
"No, I'm sorry I blew up in your face like that," she said kissing him lightly on the lips after she had strapped Liz into the car. Adam opened her door for her and then walked around to the other side of the car and got in. He started the car and pulled out of the lot.
About an hour later they arrived at Charlie's house. He had decided to have the meeting on the closed in back porch. Even though they had cleaned up everthing inside, the house still wreaked of death.
A/N: Okey dokey... I know that was a really boring chapter. Don't be mad. I'll try to have the next one posted by... hmm... Monday! Please R&R!! ~Beaner~
Disclaimer: We don't the ducks! How many times do we really need to say it. We *do* own a lot of characters in this story, but none of them are major and I don't feel like listing all of them. If they weren't in the movies then we probably own them.
Sugar&Spice: Yay! A new reviewer! Hey! It's okay to be grossed out by duck eyeballs. It's not girlie. I think most people would AT LEAST say "Ew" to finding that on their doorstep. lol. Thank you so much for your review. I'll try to make the chapters longer.
Sarah: Hey chicky! Um... thanks for the song. We really love your singing reviews. They make us smile. lol. I'm really, really sorry about the long wait for the update. I promise I'll try to be a lot better from now on! Please forgive me! I know that this is really, really late, but Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you too! Oh, by the way, there's absolutely NOTHING wrong with being a wee bit... insane. Keep in mind though, this is coming from me. lol. Thanks for the review and you continual support of all of our stories!
Astrid the Oh-So-Mighty: I don't even think that there's any point in typing this because if you hate the story as much as you say you do, you probably won't be reading on. If you are, here's our reply to your accusations: If you had waited to see what the rest of the story was about before jumping to conclusions, you would see that the only simmilarity that this has with Forgotten (which is a very good story... hey! We agree on something!) is the fact that there were duck parts involved. We totally realize that you are entitled to your own opinion. (I'm referring to you calling our story crap and lame... which is so incredibly mature of you. Exactly what I'd call 'Constructive criticism'. *rolls eyes*) We've got our own plotline. Assuming things is a very hard habit to break as we all know that to assume makes an ass out of u and me.
Okey doke folks... ON WITH THE CHAPTER! Please R&R! ~Beaner~
Guy grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor and threw them into his grey suitcase that was sitting on the bed. He then threw some tee shirts on top of everything else and zipped it shut. "Daddy, can I take these jammies?" Gabrielle asked coming into the room holding a long purple nightgown with Barbie on the front. Guy nodded and followed her down the hall to her room.
She had already packed a small pink bookbag that was full to the bursting point with toys, and she was still packing clothes and such in her suitcase that lay open on the floor. Connie was scrambling around the house helping the kids find clothes to pack. She threw a coat at Guy and said, "It'll be cold in Minnesota... apparently it just snowed last night. Put that in her suitcase."
All of the Ducks were going back to Minnesota for a few days to try and figure out what exactly was going on. Guy sighed heavily as he helped Gabby finish her packing. He wished they weren't going back. He had thought that he'd never have to go back again. All that was left there were the awful, haunting memories of that night.
Adam Banks had called that morning saying that he had been in touch with a few of the other former Ducks, and he found out that everyone had received threatening messages and Charlie's house was plastered in Duck guts. 'Thank God we only got a note!' Guy thought to himself.
He picked up Gabby and her two bags. He loaded the bags into the SUV and walked back into the house with Gabby still on his back. He sat her down in a chair at the kitchen table and gave her a juice box. Once Connie had made sure that they had everything, she and Guy loaded the rest of the bags into the car, helped the kids into their seats, and finally headed for the airport.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goldberg's family filed into the airport. Goldie had a killer headache from all the screaming and complaining on the way to the airport. Ethel had been nagging him with the old "Are we there yet?" thing the entire way there. "I still don't understand why we've gotta fly all the way to freaking Minnesota!!" Beth whined as they neared the counter. Goldberg just ignored her as he pulled the six tickets out of his pocket and handed them to Anthony, the kid behind the counter. "Greg! Answer me!" Beth growled.
"I can't really explain," Goldberg murmured as the guy verified their tickets and such.
Anita pulled Veronica's hair making the little girl let out a shrill scream. Goldberg fought off a smile as he saw that Beth was ready to pull her hair out.
"Girls, you stop right now!" she screamed at the top of her lungs when Ethel joined in and pounced on Anita. Angela clotheslined Veronica, knocking the wind out of her. Beth ran her hand through her hair as her face turned steadily redder with embarrassment. Goldberg grabbed all the bags and headed for the never-ending torture session that is airport security as Beth struggled to pull the four girls apart.
"Coming Beth?" he called, once again having to fight off a smirk.
"Why don't *you* come and get them!" she yelled. Greg trudged over to the girls and set the bags back on the ground.
"Girls, settle down please," he said simply. They all stopped beating each other at once. Anita helped Veronica to her feet and Angela wiped some dirt off of Ethel's back for her. Beth just glared at Greg as all six of them headed toward security.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Sir, do you have any jewelry on you?" the security officer as Luis who stood shoeless in front of the metal detector. He shook his head and pointed to the basket where he had already removed the jewelry that he had on. His family stood on the other side of the arch waiting for him. Ashley sighed impatiently as Luis walked through again and the alarm sounded... again. The officer brought the wand thingy (the wee hand-held metal detector) out and searched Luis with it. It beeped as it passed over Luis' pocket. The officer pulled out Luis' keys.
"Oops," Luis mumbled as he walked over to his family. He put on his shoes and jewelry again.
"Well, that only took about... FOREVER!" Ashley moaned.
"I know. I'm sorry. I forgot about my keys," he said giving her an apologetic look. She rolled her eyes and pretended to be mad. "Will you ever forgive me?"
Ashley smiled and kissed him on the lips. "Come on. We're gonna be late," she said. Benny grabbed onto Luis hand as the five of them looked for the gate.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Oh, there it is!" Averman exclaimed pointing to gate number nine. He walked through, followed by the rest of his family. Lester Jr. was stepping on the back of Dave's shoes trying to annoy him.
"STOP!" Dave screamed pushing his brother into Bella who caught him before he hit the floor.
"Both of you need to be have," Averman said running a hand through his hair. Bella patted Les Jr.'s back.
"Please be good," she whispered as they stepped into the plane.
"Okay," he said dejectedly as a flight attendant helped them to find their seats. Averman thought he recognized the man in the seat directly in front of him. 'No, it couldn't be. Could it?'
"Goldie?" Averman said leaning up over the seat.
"Averman? Aves! Nice to see you again, man! Oh my gosh, it's been forever! Um... this is my wife Beth," he said motioning to the tired and irratable looking woman on his right. "And these are my daughters Anita, Angela, Ethel, and Veronica," Greg pointed out the three across the aisle and the other beside Beth. Ethel turned around and growled at Averman. Beth shot her a 'you better be good on this trip or you won't live to see your next birthday' look and she quickly turned back around.
Bella elbowed Averman in the ribs. "Ow! Oh, um.. this is my wife Bella," Averman introduced her. "And my two sons Les Jr. and Dave."
The two old friends continued chatting quietly as the plane took off for Minnesota.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Awww! Spike, I missed you!!!" running over and picking up Spike's cage. Fulton was retrieving their bags while Portman picked up the animals. Portman slid Spike's pink spiked collar over his head and attatched a long leash to it. Just then, Fulton came walking up to them with the bags in hand.
"Gaylord is going to get cold!" Fulton said digging in the bookbag he was carrying. He pulled out a wee purple sweater that had blue triangles on it. He handed it to Portman who pulled the sweater over the cat's head.
"We should have rented a car," Fulton said as the two of them tried flagging down a taxi.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Thanks," Adam said grabbing the keys out of the woman's hand at the rental car building. Adam picked up all of the bags and loaded them into the car. Julie rubbed the baby's back and it giggled. Julie and Adam smiled as they looked into each other's eyes. (aw, they had a moment. lol. Sorry, back to the story.)
"How about we just go home right now and forget about this whole thing," Adam said trying to get out of going to Charlie's.
"Yeah, right. Okay Adam. Let's go home right now. Who cares that we just flew from Colorado to here for reasons that we're not even sure of. Who cares that I had to take off work right when I was ready to head back from my maternity leave," Julie said. Adam sighed.
"Okay, I get it. I'm sorry I even suggested it," Adam said as he closed the trunk and opened the door for Julie to strap the baby into it's car seat.
"No, I'm sorry I blew up in your face like that," she said kissing him lightly on the lips after she had strapped Liz into the car. Adam opened her door for her and then walked around to the other side of the car and got in. He started the car and pulled out of the lot.
About an hour later they arrived at Charlie's house. He had decided to have the meeting on the closed in back porch. Even though they had cleaned up everthing inside, the house still wreaked of death.
A/N: Okey dokey... I know that was a really boring chapter. Don't be mad. I'll try to have the next one posted by... hmm... Monday! Please R&R!! ~Beaner~
