I'm back. Yes again. Let me explain for those that read my Trolls fanfiction. I've been waiting for more information about The World Tour so I can add them to my stories. It got to the point where I want to see the film before I continue. So I can get the personalities just right and not make anything too weird. So no updates on those stories till April for me since that's when the film comes out. I'm so sorry troll fans. I just really want to get their traits and personalities down so I can add them to the stories. I might update Hair Up. Might. Again sorry. I just want to make it the best it could.
And to all the Ducktale fans, did you see that screen shot of the triplets and Webby in their Halloween costume? So cute! I love Huey in his little GizmoDuck costume. And just how obsessed am I with these little ducks? (Looks at my shelf where a small collection of Donald Duck stuff is at) well….. I have a comic book from the 1940s, one from the 60s, one from the 70s and one from the 80s. Along with some figurine collections from the Disney store and old Donald figurines. And a limited time, 40th anniversary, Legacy Collection, Tres Caballitos pin from the Disney store as well. Accompanied by fan art, a homemade Gizmo shirt, and glowing stars decorating our ceiling like Webbys room… so not that obsessed right?
Jp- glad you enjoyed it. And yeah, I have Della down mainly because I am Della. My sisters describe me as a mix of Gandra and Della. Gandra because my favorite outfit includes a sleeveless black top and gray sweater I tie around my waist when I go out to walk. My short dark hair and tan skin adds to the look too. And the fact that I wear black fingerless gloves when I play video games is the final touch…. It's not my fault they designed Gandra to look like an everyday girl. So I'm her on the surface cause I've been told that I look tough and serious (I am when it counts) but once you have a conversation with me, I'm full on Della. You know maybe that's why I always get the bad guy role in my school plays or anything else. People just get that serious and mean impression of me when they first see me.
Angelwings2002- haha, thanks for the reactions. And I don't recommend letting your guard down just yet.
Lilbree - thank you. That is very flattering. And Abigor may surprise you.
Guest - YEP!
Three hours until the party started, and everyone was getting ready. The three boys went into their childhood room. It was just how they left it. A bunk bed with three mattresses. Louie's bed was nearly made, Deweys bed was still a mess and Hueys bed still had the little fort he made. Beakly gave them some suites they would wear to Webbys party and asked them to make their way to the party at 4 pm.
On his bed, Dewey was laying down, staring straight up. His eyes were wider than dinner plates and his beak was shut tight.
"Boyfriend? Is there any news more shocking than that?" Dewey thought out loud.
"We did miss out on 7 years of her life," Huey fixed his bowtie and straightened his suit.
"I guess," Dewey sat up and hopped off his bed, "It's just so sudden. I never thought she would get a boyfriend while we were away."
"Makes sense, Webby is a catch," Louie added as he placed the suite over Dewey. Huey pulled out a comb and brushed out his little brother's hair.
"Boys, are you ready," Donald knocked on their door.
"Almost Uncle Donald," Huey answered. He pulled Dewey's hair back causing him to wince in pain, "Just let me comb out this mop on his head."
"Meet us at the top of the stairs, when you're done," Donald reminded them. Once everyone was set and ready, they headed out and met at the stairs in foyer.
"When the girls bring Scrooge over around 6 o'clock, I'll grab everyone's attention," Beakly explained, "I will then introduce your mother and uncle first. After a while I'll introduce the boys. Understood?"
Everyone nodded yes. It was almost 4 o'clock and the guests began to come. The triplets waited by the door, welcoming anyone who came.
"Hey guys!" The boys felt a playful push behind their backs followed by laughter. The boys happily turned to see Gosalyn in a dress shirt and pants. Her curly hair tied into a messy bun. Next to her was a boy neatly dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans, "Excited for tonight? You'll be running into a lot of old friends you know."
"We're actually kinda nervous," Huey chuckled nervously. He then turned his attention to the boy next to Gosalyn, "Who's your friend?"
"Herbert Muddlefoot Jr." The boy held out his hand for a shake to which the triplets accepted "But all my friends call me Honker."
"He's my neighbor and best friend," Gosalyn wrapped her arm around his shoulders and gave him a playful shake.
"I've heard so much about the triplets," Honker began, "Is it true that you used to go on adventures with Scrooge?"
"All the time," Louie gladly said, "And we would collect the treasure to prove it."
The three caught up with Gosalyn and Honker rather quickly. On how he and Gosalyn met just a couple weeks after the triplets left. Then how Gosalyn went missing not too long after. And a week later Honker was missing.
"Whoa whoa. You guys went missing for a couple months but appeared again on the streets with your dad? And you have no memory of where you were?" Huey tried to process all this. Gosalyn shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal.
"The last thing I remember is being dragged across the garden at my house," she explained. The triplets glanced at one another in confusion.
Before anyone can say anything, Louie felt two arms wrap themselves around him. They tighten so hard that everyone could hear Louie's bones crack.
"Louie!" A male voice cheered. The hug got tighter and tighter by the second. The freakishly strong arms effortlessly lifted Louie off his feet and twirled him around, "It's been so long! I really missed you! How have you been? What have you done? Where were you?..."
His brothers kept laughing as the boy who hugged Louie kept asking questions. Louie was practically blue at this point.
"B…. Bo…" Louie tried to speak but his lungs had no air in them.
"Boyd, don't kill the poor guy. He just got here," Gosalyn laughed. The robot parrot released Louie who fell flat on the ground. He gasped for air like a fish out of water.
"Oops, ever so sorry Louie," Boyd helped him back on his feet and dusted him off. The green triplets vision was blurry from almost being unconscious. He shook off the blur and saw the robot before him.
He looked like an actual teen. A nice well built body, hair pushed back, yellow vest with a white long sleeve shirt and a cute red bow tie. He was just a couple inches taller than Louie which really shocked him.
"Boyd?" He said in disbelief.
"That's me!" He cheered.
"B… but your…"
"Mommy and daddy paid some robotic scientists to build me a new body every 2 to 3 years," Boyd answered before Louie could even ask.
"Whoa," Huey circled around the boy, "So every 3 years they design a more mature body for you."
"And your parents clearly spared no expense," Louie laughed in amazement as he also observed the robot, "I'm gonna guess your a real hit with ladies huh?"
"What? No," Boyd answered in some distress, "I was raised to never hit a lady."
The boys chuckled at his innocents.
"No no, what he means is you must get a lot of dates with these handsome looks your parents picked out for you," Dewey cleared.
"Oh, um…. not really," if he could, Boyd would be blushing, "I'm actually homeschooled so I don't meet many girls. But I do hang out with my friends everyday."
"Are you here by yourself?" Louie asked, scanning around him. He didn't want any certain chubby maniac after him.
"Yep, mommy and daddy just dropped me off. They'll be picking me up around 9 after the party. Speaking of which, I would love to give Miss Webbigail her gift in person. Where is she?" Boyd said. He held a nice silver gift with a baby blue ribbon.
As if on cue, the moment the clock hit 4 o'clock.
"I would like to thank you all for coming to my granddaughter's birthday party," Beakly started from the stairs, "I hope you all enjoy this special evening and enjoy yourselves. If you need anything, or see any suspicious activity, please alert either me, Duckworth, or Scrooge Mcduck. Now without further ado, I introduce to you Webbigail Vanderquak!"
She stepped aside to reveal her granddaughter. She wore a pink dress that had rain of sparkles all over the collar. The bottom part was a darker shade of pink and stopped at her knees. In her hair, she wore a silver colored tiara in the shapes of hearts. Her hair was curled to look shorter and pinned by a pink bow in the back. She fidget with her fingers and felt a little nervous when everyone looked at her.
"Don't worry pink," Lena whispered to her from behind. Her and Violet were right behind her for support, "We'll be right behind you."
Webby gave a shy smile as she glanced at her friends.
The two were dressed up just like her. Lena wearing a silver colored dress that nearly touched the ground. In her hair she wore a black headband as an accessory. Violet had a dark purple dress that stopped at her knees and covered her neck and shoulders. Her curly hair braided into a bun.
Lena gave her a light push causing Webby to start going down the stairs. Everyone clapped at the sight of the birthday girl, even the triplets.
Dewey eyed the girl from head to toe. Her hair framed her face beautifully and her dress enhanced her beauty ever so wonderfully.
She stopped when she made it to her friends who all gathered into a hug.
"You look stunning Miss Webbigail," Boyd told her as he gave her the gift.
"Thank you Boyd," Webby blushed, "But is it too much? The glitter in my hair might be going overboard. Or the….."
"You look beautiful Webby," Dewey told her, interrupting any self doubt she had. Webby shyly hid her face behind her bangs from the compliment.
"Thanks I….." A vibrating noise from her purse pulled her attention away from the boy. She picked out her phone and checked it, "Abigor is almost here. I need to meet up with him at the gate."
"Have fun boys," Lena followed her friend to the gate along with Violet.
From his office window, Scrooge just simply sat down and looked down at the party. The girls seemed to be having a good time. Playing around, racing to the gate and laughing. He couldn't help but see a little bit of his family in each and every one of them.
Webby was a daring, brave, strong and full of adventure. Who would take risks and prove herself worthy of anything. Just like the little boy in blue. Or at least she used to be.
Lena was a cunning yet caring girl. Always looking out for her friends and doing what she believed was best for everyone she cared about. What he wouldn't give to see the little greedy green lad again.
And Violet, that girl has a good head on her shoulders. Always looking ahead and planning. Studying her books just for fun and spending most of her time in the mansions library. The only thing separating her from his red nephew was that she didn't have that anxiety feel to her and never seemed to worry too much for anything.
Yes, these girls meant a lot to him. If only he could see the little boys one more time. Even for a minute, he would embrace them into a tight hug and never let go. Naughty and rebellious kids they were but what kid wasn't? He remembers a time when his twin nephew and niece hunted down a windigo without him.
He closed the curtains and sat at his desk. He looked down at his paperwork, trying to keep his mind off of any pain. The girls and his work were the only things that were keeping his heart from feeling vulnerable.
Back inside the mansion, the boys were having a blast at the food table.
"Throw it! Come on! You can do it!" Louie had his beak wide open for Dewey to toss some marshmallows in. One by one, Dewey made them in without missing.
"He shoots…" Dewey threw another one only for someone to pull Louie away "... What the?"
"Excuse me young boy, but what is this?" A wealthy looking lady commented on Louies ring. The same ring Goldie gave to him before leaving.
"A gift from an old friend," Louie pulled his hand away very uncomfortable that a lady would just grab him like that.
"Don't be lying," the lady slipped the ring away from Louie and shoved him away. She was just about to walk away but Louie grabbed his ring back.
"I'm not lying and don't you dare touch my ring or me again," Louie scolded. The lady only gave him a glare before leaving.
"What was that about?" Dewey asked confused.
"Crazy lady," Louie shrugged, "Hey, let's find a table."
Louie suggested once they filled their plates. As they walked, Huey noticed they were getting a lot of dirty looks. People glared so many daggers at them that they would be dead if looks could kill. Once they made it to their table and sat down, a boy around their age slammed his hand on the table. The impact was enough to shake the table and knock down their drinks.
"Hey, not cool," Dewey back away when his soda spilled all over him.
"I'm gonna have to ask you boys to leave this party," the teen boy asked.
"What? Why?" Louie asked irritated from his rude behavior.
"I'm sure you know why. Get out or I'm calling security,"
"No, we're not leaving this….." Before Dewey could say anything, the boy pulled the cloth on their table off. The food they had spilled all over the floor and the teen began to drag Dewey out the door.
"Hey! Let him go!" Louie pushed the teen away and took his brother back, "What's your problem?"
"What's your problem?" The teen snapped back. He walked away angrily but they weren't having it. They followed the teen to the garden and kept a distance. Dewey got closer and hid behind a tree.
"They're not leaving," the teen said frustrated.
"Uge! How did a bunch of lower class boys get in here anyways?" A female voice said. Dewey glanced behind the tree to see Lizzette was talking to her cousin and two more teens who looked like football players, "Louie probably snuck them in. Pathetic, that boy seriously has nothing better to do than rob a mansion. Warn the other guest, make sure these ship rats don't get away with crashing this party."
Before anyone could do anything, Dewey came out of hiding and marched up to the girl.
"You're telling everyone we're thieves?" He demanded to know. Lizzette took a step back and put on her sunglasses even though the sun was setting.
"What are you and your brothers doing anyways?" She asked rudely.
"We were invited, like you," he argued. Lizzette rolled her eye's to say she wasn't buying it.
"Yeah like a bunch of ship rats such as yourselves would get invited to a luxurious party such as this?"
"Why you…." Dewey took some steps forward, ready to give this girl a piece of his mind. Until her cousin pushed her behind him and faced Dewey. He was a duck, flaming blue eyes behind his sunglasses, hair pushed back and sharply dressed. He was just about the same height as Dewey.
"You pick on my cousin, you pick on me first," He growled through his teeth, "Your kind is not welcome in a place like this."
"Our kind?" Louie came out of hiding and stood to his brothers side. Huey rushed to Louies side to make sure he didn't do anything he would regret.
"I don't want to cause a scene. I can see why you would think we don't belong here, living in a houseboat and all but my brothers and I are here to see some old friends," Huey tried to explain. The cousine let out a mocking laugh.
"Ha, that's a good one. Let me guess, your this Hubert guy?" He said, "Your right cous, he is as naive and small as you described him to be."
"One of the reasons our relationship didn't work," Lizzette chuckled. Seeing Hueys hurt and embarrassed face was enough to push Dewey off the edge.
"Don't speak like that about my brother or I will…."
"What? You will what? A shiprat as yourself can't possibly have any power above a high class of ..." The cousin didn't even finish his sentence. Dewey had already tackled him to the ground.
Back inside the mansion, the girls were pulling onto Scrooge.
"I told ye lassies, I don't feel like partying tonight," Scrooge tried to tell the girls but they still wouldn't let him go. They brought him closer to the stairs and placed him just slightly ahead of Webby.
"Believe me Mr Mcduck, you want to stay a little longer," Violet said. Scrooge sighed a sorrowful sigh and waited with the girls. Not too long after, Beakly came to the edge of the stairs and looked down at everyone. She spotted Scrooge next to the girls and gave Webby a nod. Webby nodded back as if it was a cue.
"May I have everyone's attention please?" Beakly announced. The room fell quite and everyone looked up the stairs. The housekeeper cleared her throat and began once more, "Thank you all for coming to Webbigails birthday party. It means a lot to the both of us. And a thank you to Scrooge Mcduck for providing the funding and allowing her to have her party here."
The room gave a clap to show their gratitude to the wealthy duck. Webby gave him a good hug to which he happily hugged back.
"As a thank you Scrooge. We have a special surprise for you," Webby chimed. She released the hug and ran to the side of the stairs with her friends.
"Awe, lassies. You don't have to give me anything," Scrooge was just happy with seeing the girls so cheerful.
"As a special thank you Mr Mcduck. For inviting me into your home," Violet started.
"And for putting up with our shenanigans," Lena slightly laughed.
"And for taking care of me like a niece," Webby smiled.
"We like to present to you…."
"Guess who's back party people?" Della nerves clearly got the best of her and she hopped into sight. Beakley let her face fall to the palm of her hand when the duck did this.
"Della not yet," Donald pulled her back out of sight. The sound of blathering and bickering could be heard across the room. Sentences like, I got nervous, and you weren't supposed to jump in yet, could be heard. Everyone in the room muttered and questioned what was happening.
The girls nervously stood there, wondering what was going on up the stairs. They glanced over at Scrooge, worried he would be confused as well. The wealthy ducks eyes were glued on the top of the stairs. His pupils dilated and his eyes gleamed from the tears that were forming. No one had noticed but his cane was no longer in his hands. Instead, it had slipped out of his palms and fell to the ground.
"Do you think he's ok?" Gosalyn whispered a bit too loudly to the girls.
"Maybe he we need to turn him off and on again," Boyd suggested.
After a minute of bickering, it died down and a light ok was heard.
"As I was saying," Beakley cleared her throat and repeated, "We like to present to you, your niece and nephew, Donald and Della Du…"
"Uncle Scrooge!" Della again didn't wait. She rushed down the stairs and tackled her uncle into the tightest hug she has ever given. The uncle more than gladly accepted the embrace and swung his niece around.
"You're here! In me mansion!" Scrooge's voice sounded like he couldn't be any happier. He finally put her back down on her feet and gleamed in joy.
Coming down the last set of steps, Donald was happily approaching his uncle. Without letting go of Della, he reached out for Donald. He grabbed his hand and pulled him into the hug. Each of them could feel each other's tears falling onto their shoulders and backs. The room was filled with clapping at the sight of their reunion.
"I never thought I would see you two again." Scrooge squeezed the two even tighter. Realization then hits him on the head like a bag of bricks. His tone then turns anger, "Why are you here? You're not supposed to come back in…. ever!"
"Hear us out," Della began as quickly as possible, "We're only here for a couple of days. Just the week. We wanted the boys to see Webby and their friends again and thought that Webbys birthday was a perfect …"
"Boys? The ladies are here too?" Scrooge's eyes lit up like fireworks when Della mentioned them. He looked around frantically trying to see if he could spot them out.
"Where are the boys?" Donald whispered to Della. Della kept her smile on and shrugged. This caused Donalds heart to drop. He looked around the mansion just like his uncle, searching for the trouble making trio.
"I'm sure they're around here…" Donald nervously laughed. His eyes finally caught sight of movement outside the window. He gulped down in fear when he realized it was a fight.
Donald glanced at his sister who wasn't aware of what was going on then to his uncle who still had a gleaming smile on his beak. Donald gave a polite smile and said.
"I'll go get them for you," He dashed away. His worried tone did not go unnoticed by anyone. The girls looked at one another then shrugged. They ran after Donald and Boyd followed.
Back outside, Lizzettes cousin had Dewey pinned to the ground while avoiding Hueys attempts to push him off. Louie was pinned against the tree by the cousin's two friends.
"Apologize right now!" The cousin yelled.
"Nerp," Dewey grunted out. He rolled over causing the boy to fall off and giving Dewey the opportunity to pin him down.
"Ship rat, get off me!" The boy kicked him off. Before Dewey could do anything to defend himself, a familiar voice suddenly broke the tension.
"What are you boys doing?" Donald came into the fight and placed himself between everyone. His arms crossed and eyes flaring with anger.
"Uncle Donald?" Dewey said in some shock, "Is it time already?"
"No! You missed it!" Donald glared at his nephew. The triplets eyes widen in shock and their fighting stances soon slumped down. The two friends soon released Louie from their grip and let him fall on the ground.
"Oh," was all Dewey could let out.
"Getting disciplined by your uncle," Lizzette laughed at the sight, "Not even your own mother could show up to do it herself."
Donald just rolled his eyes at the girls remark and went straight for his nephew's. He went behind them and pushed them towards the mansion.
"Come in boys, your great uncle is waiting for you inside,"
"That'll teach you to mess with my family," the cousin snapped at them. Dewey was just about to open his beak to do the same until….
"Abigor? What's going on?" Webby came into the scene as well.
"Web?" The cousine looked back at the girl.
"Why were you boys fighting?" Lena asked with a mixture of concern and anger.
"Those boys were smack talking my cousin," the so called Abigor answered first.
"We wouldn't have told her off if she wasn't talking gossip behind our backs!" Dewey tried to charge at him but Louie and Huey held him back, "She was telling her friends that we were just a bunch of ship rats who didn't belong in this mansion."
Dewey started to quote everything she said, "She claimed we were thieves! Low life no bodies who have nothing better to do than rob Scrooge blind! I can't tell you how many times we were stopped by random strangers!"
"How did a bunch of low class get into a party that was profit by the richest duck in the world?" Lizzette glared at them back, "I'm not just gonna let a bunch of thieves ruin Webbigail big day!"
"Thieves? Forget gender role, I'm hitting a girl today," Louie pulled up his sleeves and was just about to attack Lizzette. He was tackled to the ground by Abigor causing another commotion. Huey and Dewey were about to help their brother but Abigors friends held them back.
"Abigor wait! Listen!" Webby tried to pull the duck off of Louie but he proved himself to be freakishly strong. Lena and Violet joined in and tried to pull Abigor off.
"They're not thieves," Gosalyn wedged her hockey stick between the two boys and finally pride Abigor off. Louie hopped in his feet but he was not letting his pride go.
Louie lunged at Abigor again and tackled him to the ground. Dewey slipped out from the football players arms and went to help Louie hold him down. Right away, he was tackled from behind throwing them on top if Abigor and Louie. One by one, the teens threw themselves into the pile, trying to either kill each other or pull apart the fight.
"Get off me!" Gosalyn kicked a football player off of her by kicking him on groan. Once off of her, she pulled out her hockey stick ready to beat him harder than a piñata holding dollar bills and tamarindo candy.
(Tamarindo candy is a hispanic candy that every kid dreams of, or at least I do)
"No!" Lizzette made a pathetic attempt to tackle Gosalyn. While not enough to hurt her, it was enough to make her trip back into the pile.
"Peace! Peace!" Boyd tried to calm everyone down. He found himself at the bottom of the brawl. He hopped into his knees and held everyone in his arms. He stood up on his feet causing the brawl of teens to suddenly get lifted into the air.
"What the?" Lizzette was shocked by the boy's strength. She dangled on the side, her feet just a couple inches off the ground.
"How is this possible," Abigor seemed shocked as everyone else who didn't know Boyd well. At the same time he felt some fear that there was someone as or even stronger than him.
"Boyd put us down please," Louie tried to tell him.
"Not until you promise to stop fighting," the robot boy claimed.
"Freak of nature, put us down!" One of Abigors friends rudely said,
"Say that one more time! I dare you!" Louie smacked the boy when he said this. This caused another argument to build only they weren't able to fight or move due to Boyd holding onto them.
"Enough!" A loud voice boomed across the garden accompanied by a loud thud from a cane. The Scottish voice was enough to silence all the bickering
Everyone suddenly stopped in their fighting positions and looked ahead to see a slightly annoyed duck and his filled the atmosphere, nothing but the sound of the wind rushing in the leaves.
"Hi," the triplets said in more fear than happiness. Boyd released everyone and let them fall on the ground.
"Ow," everyone groaned in pain.
"What's happening here?" Scrooge demanded to know. Lizzette was the first to speak up since she wasn't as tired as the others that were fighting.
"These three boys are thieves," she claimed, "They're just a bunch of lower class boys who have no business in a party like this! And if that wasn't enough, they insulted me and attacked my cousin."
"Lies!" Louie was next to hop on the conversation. He clumsily got on his feet and pointed at Lizzette. "She was spreading gossip about us behind our backs! She kept telling people we were trying to rob your mansion. Do you have any idea how many times people kept pulling me out of the mansion? They even tried to take my ring!"
"Which you most likely stole!" Lizzette claimed. This causes a bicker between the two of them again.
"Silence!" Scrooge had heard enough. Everyone again shut their beaks and listened to the rich man, "Lizzette, Abigor, take your friends back into the mansion. I'll take care of them."
Feeling like she won, the wealthy girl linked her arm to her cousins and gave a smug look to Louies direction. A look that reads, now you're in for it. Louie desperately wanted to punch this spoiled girl's face. See who's smiling then.
"You two Webbigail," Scrooge looked at the girls, "I like to have a talk with them in private."
Webby nodded and walked away with all her friends.
Once they left, silence once again filled the atmosphere. It was just Donald, Della, the triplets and Scrooge. The triplets minds were busy with ways they were gonna explain this to their great uncle.
"Uncle Scrooge we didn't mean to cause a scene," Huey was the first to speak followed by his brothers.
"She just got on my nerves so much I had to do something!" Dewey added in.
"I swear, I wasn't gonna hurt Abigor that much," Louie tried to say.
Scrooge put his hand up to signal them to be quiet. The boys stopped their beaks from speaking any further and nervously waited for their uncles next step.
Surprising the three of them, his scowl melted into a smile mixed with happiness and relief. He held out his arms, wide open for the three of them to enter in a warm embrace.
The three slowly processed this in their minds. But once it did, they found themselves squeezing their great uncle out of happiness.
"Look how much you three have grown," Scrooge was just at the edge of tears. He rested his head on the teens heads, tenderly rubbing their backs.
"We really missed you," Dewey said, tightening his grip on him. Just like his brothers, they let the moment sink in. They didn't want to let go, they didn't want to break this moment. The hug felt just as warm and loving as when they were kids.
"I missed you too laddies," Scrooge lightly whispered, letting a couple tears fall onto the teens hair.
Back inside the mansion, Lizzette was huffing on the couch while Webby tried to calm Abigor down.
"Your friends? With them?" Abigor tried to process everything in his head. He felt a sudden sense of guilt build on his chest when Webby nodded yes. He slammed his hands onto his face in distress, "Why didn't you tell me? I would have never hurt them if I knew how much they meant to you."
"Who cares," Lizzette gave a weak punch to her cousins arm, "They live in a house boat at Cape Suzette for crying out loud. If that doesn't scream lower class, nothing does."
"In case you didn't know princess, it's not their fault they had to leave their great uncle and Duckburge," Lena snapped at the girl. Lizzette just rolled her eyes like she didn't give a care in the world. She placed her sunglasses back on and took a sip from her cup. "Scrooge was devastated when his nephew's left…."
At the word nephew, Lizzette choked on her drink and spit it back into her cup. Lena didn't care and continued to scowl the girl.
" All they wanted to do was see their great uncle again and you just come in like a snob and ruin it!"
"I'm sorry, great uncle?" Lizzettes eye's widen to the size of dinner plates. Webby nodded her head yes to which Lizzette nearly dropped her cup, "I… I…."
"You what?" Lena snapped again.
"I…. sorry," Lizzette finally said, "My relationship with them is just really bumpy right now."
Everyone looked at her with questioning looks. Seeing they didn't know what she meant, Lizzette sighed and spilled the beans.
"I dated one of them," Lizzette had some shame in her voice, "Huey to be persiste."
"Hubert?" Violet cocked her head to the side, "I don't recall him ever mentioning you when he came."
"Makes sense. We broke up not too long ago," Lizzette admitted.
"Ouch, sorry to hear that," Webby felt some sympathy for her. Lizzette looked over at Webby with eyes full of curiosity.
"He never mentioned to me that he's Scrooge Mcduck's great nephew. You would think he would be bragging to me about being related to the richest duck in the world!"
"That's our Huey. Always so modest and humble." Webby happily shrugged.
"Webby!" A new voice broke the conversation. Actually three voices did. Webby felt three pairs of arms wrap around her and pull off the couch.
"You need to open your presents!" Louie chimed as he pushed her to the table full of gifts.
"Already?" Webby laughed.
"You'll love mine. Open mine first," Dewey urged her. They pushed her into a seat where all her gifts were at.
"Shouldn't I wait until everyones here?" Webby asked.
"Wait here," Huey ran off to gather everyone along with Louie. This left Dewey and Webby by themselves.
"Sorry about the fight Webby," Dewey quickly apologized, "I wasn't aware it was your boyfriend that I was beating up."
He gave a nervous laugh to which Webby laughed as well.
"No hard feelings," Abigor suddenly showed up making Dewey jump in fright.
"Whoa! You're really swift," Dewey laughed off his fright. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm deeply sorry. I didn't know who you were until I heard your name. I would have never…"
"No need for an apology. I'm just overprotective of my cousin that's all. Seeing her in distress makes me fuming mad. But I'm also aware she can be a bit dramatic."
Webby and Dewey shared an amused glance when he said a bit. Abigor laughed, not needing an explanation of what they were thinking.
"Ok ok, very dramatic. But that's why I love her even though she can get me in trouble a lot of the time," Abigor stretched out his hand to which Dewey gladly accepted.
"Abigor H. Quackopoulos. Nephew of the richest man in Cape Suzzette Amias A. Quackopoulos and son of Thanatos H. Quackopoulos."
Dewey gave a confused look.
"Dewford Duck, son of Della Duck, nephew of Donald Duck and great nephew of Scrooge Mcduck," he said with a hand full of uncertainty. Abigor chuckled at his attempt to be like him.
"You may want to say great nephew of the richest man in the world Scrooge Mcduck. That is his proper title,"
"I'll remember that next time." Dewey glanced at Webby then back to Abigor. "So, you and Webby huh? When did that happen?"
"We met at a football tryout in sophomore year. We were around 15 I believe," Abigor explained. Webby hopped on her feet and placed a hand on her best friend's shoulder.
"I remember! I was trying out for the team! Until I decided on cheerleading that is."
"Cheer?" Dewey seemed confused by this, "I never saw you as the type to cheer. If anything I saw you as the captain of the team."
"Nah, cheer seemed better suited for me. Football is too rough for my taste. Too much tackling," This caught Dewey off guard. He laughed mostly out of nerves.
"What about the time you used a grappling hook to climb the kitchen shelf for a cookie. Then you hopped off and tackled me to the ground when you saw I had the last cookie?"
"Oh yeah," Webby laughed at the memory, "But I grew out that behavior a long time ago."
She continued to laugh, completely oblivious to Deweys confusion.
"I wasn't aware that was something you can outgrow. But you still go on adventures with Scrooge right? Cause.….."
"I haven't gone on any adventures for about a year actually," Webby interrupted him, "It never sparked my interest anymore. Too dangerous and risky."
Yep, Dewey found news more shocking than her having a boyfriend. Before he could say anything, everyone was beginning to crowd around the presents. As she began to open them, Dewey found his brothers and dragged them to the couch.
"Somethings wrong with Webby," He claimed.
"Wrong how?" Louie asked a little concerned. The two brothers sat and watched as the middle triplete paced back and forth.
"I don't know when she changed but oh she changed alright!" As he paced back and forth with his brothers watching his every move.
"Everyone changes throughout time. It's natural," Huey tried to reason with his pacing brother.
"True but Webby wouldn't change this much! No adventuring, taking things easy. It's only been 7 years!" Dewey was clearly not gonna let this go.
"So Webby moved on from adventuring, it happens. Remember the time I didn't want to go adventuring and insisted on a game night?" Louie reminded him as he clicked on some pages in his phone.
"And it almost got us killed," Huey reminded his brother. Louie just shrugged his shoulder before speaking some more.
"What can I say, We're the Mcduck family, adventure always finds its way to us."
"Exactly!" Dewey said way too loud and sudden that it made his brothers jump, "Webby wouldn't pass up an opportunity like that. No, there is something up with her."
"Will you just relax and enjoy the sweet party?" Louie kicked his feet up on the coffee table and took a sip from Hueys smoothie.
"Hey!" The red triplet pulled his cup away before looking at his blue brother, "People change all the time. We've changed. Look at me! I got over 100 merit badges and skills. You've become more mature and Louie..."
Huey looked to his side only to find his smoothie was completely gone. A small drop in his glass being the only trace of smoothie left.
"Ok maybe not everyone changes," Huey concluded.
"Next present!" Scrooge announced as he brought in a red wrapped box for the birthday girl. Webby happily took it into her hands and ripped the wrapping off. Seeing it was his present she was opening, Huey hopped off the couch and went back to the present table.
"Oh she's gonna love it!" Huey jumped up and down, too excited to see her reactions. After Webby pulled apart the wrapping, she picked up an old looking book. Huey nearly squealed at the thoughts of what her reaction will be.
"A history book of the Mcduck family?" Webby read the title in a confusing tune.
"It includes diagrams of our family tree, fun facts, and all the major details of every member of our family. All the information here in this book was written by yours truly. Based on all the facts I've learned and research I have done in the past 7 years," Huey proudly told her. Webby glanced up at him then back at the book.
"Oh... Thank you... I'll just..." Webby wasn't sure on what to tell him but Huey caught it right away.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"It's just... I'm not really into learning about the Mcduck history," She revealed. This one comment was enough to knock Huey off his feet with a loud what. The two brothers looked down at the older triplet with expressions that were just as shocked as his.
"Is he ok?" Abigor asked with concern in his voice. He helped the brothers pick up Huey and carry him to the nearby coach.
"Huey?" Dewey felt his forehead.
"What just happened?" The red duck asked in a daze. Abigor walked back to where the crowd was and took his seat back. Louie fanned his brother while Dewey helped him sit up.
"You alright?" Dewey asks.
"That is not Webby!" Huey concluded all of a sudden.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Dewey threw his arms into the air out of frustration.
"What can we do?" Louie asked "We can't just walk up to her and be all like, hey Webby! We don't think you're the real you so tell us what's wrong with you."
"No, but you can talk to her," Huey suggested. He sat up straight and looked at Dewey, "Take her to the garden. Try to talk to her about what she did the past 7 years. Maybe we can get something out of her."
"Why just me?" Dewey asked a bit nervous.
"We'll ask the other girls about Webby and besides, she's always been more open to you," Huey explained. Before Dewey can say anything else, his brothers pulled him back to the present table where Webby was opening her last gift.
"Awe! Thank you Vi!" Webby hugged a little stuff unicorn. The triplets cocked their head in confusion at this. She has definitely changed. After a while of picking up the mess of glittering paper, everyone went back to enjoying the party. Huey nudged Dewey and whispered.
"Find Webby and see if you figure anything out," Dewey nodded and left. None of the brothers paid attention to where he went. They instead searched for the other girls.
Huey found Violet at the buffet table taking some seconds.
"Vi?" Huey tapped her shoulder. She turned around and gave him a smile.
"Hello Hubert, I apologise if Webby didn't have the response you wanted with your gift," she mentioned. While still feeling hurt, Huey shrugged it off like nothing.
"It's fine. We haven't seen her in 7 years so we have a lot of catching up to do. Which reminds me, I need to ask about Webby,"
"What about Webbigail?" Violet stopped serving herself food and paid attention to the red triplet.
"She's…. kinda out of character. Now I know this can be because we haven't seen her in 7 years but it just feels like….. how should I put this?"
"Like she wants to forget her past," Violet concluded. Huey snapped his fingers and pointed at her.
"Yes, just like that!"
Violet sighed sadly. She looked down at her food and thought back about Webby.
"Ever since you and your brothers left, all Webbigail could do was mope around all day. She stayed in her room for a whole week. Mrs Beakly had to pull her out just so she could eat dinner," Huey felt saddened at this new information. He knew they would miss eachother but he didn't think it would be that bad, "It wasn't until Beakly let her go to school when she finally became happier. And then everything changed when she met Abigor at the age of 15. We've never seen her so happy. Her eyes were gleaming pink sparkles and it was like she was in a love trance. Ever since, she's become happier and perkier. Like the old Webbigail."
The two stood in silence, thinking about what she just said. Hueys mind was trying to piece everything he could. Did Webby not want to look back to her past because she was scared of feeling depressed again?
"We really missed you," Violet broke his thoughts. Before he could look at her, she was already hugging him tightly, "It's never been the same since you left. Without you to keep me company, I had to bore Lena to death every library day."
The two giggled at the thought of Lena dying of boredom.
"I missed hanging out with you too," Huey hugged the girl back.
"Help! It's Webby!" The moment was broken when they heard the doors slam open. Dewey came in running with an unconscious Webby in his arms. Beakley was the first he went to for help, "She won't wake up!"
"What happened to her?" Beakly set her drink down and took her granddaughter into her arms.
"I don't know. We were just talking in the garden and she fainted all of a sudden!" Dewey was just about to tear his hair out from all the fear.
"Put her on the couch," Scrooge demanded.
"The couch has juice stains all over," Della claimed as she began to flip the cushions over to the dry side.
"Clear the table then," Scrooge suggested quickly. Louie swiped his arms across the table and knocked all the drinks and presents that sat there. Beakly gently placed Webby on the table and felt her forehead for any sign of a fever.
"Webby? Dearest? Wake up," Beakly shook the teen by the shoulder. No use. She was silent and her body was limp. If she wasn't breathing everyone would have thought she had met her end.
"Call the hospital! Hurry!" Beakly shouted at no one in particular. Her focus was solely on Webby. Duckworth was quick to vanish to call an ambulance over.
"No no no…." Dewey was biting onto his nails. He himself felt like fainting from fright. Just the sight of his childhood friend lying lifelessly on the table was enough to stop his heart in fear. He then felt a hand slam itself on his shoulder and turned him around.
"What did you do to her?" Abigor demanded to know.
"N…. Nothing, I swear!" Dewey tripped over his tongue multiple times. He couldn't speak, he couldn't say a word, "We were just talking in the garden."
"The ambulance is on there way," Duckworth appeared again.
"Parties over everyone!" Della announced. She along with friends pushed everyone out of the mansion and thanked them for coming.
"Hey, you heard our mom. Parties over. You can beat it." Louie told Lizzette who was still refusing to move from the couch.
"You can't kick me out," Lizzette argued.
"This is a family matter. Only relatives or family friends can stay," Louie argued back. Lizzette crossed her arms and let out a huff.
"I'm pretty sure your great uncle wouldn't like it if you kicked out his housekeeper's…. granddaughters…. Boyfriends close cousin? Your great uncle has a very loose understanding of what family means doesn't he?" Louie didn't even want to ask what Lizzette meant by this. He just turned around and joined his family and friends that were crowded around Webby.
Lizzette just let out a hard sigh and placed her sunglasses back over her eyes. She glared at the family ahead, studying them closely. Her eye's mainly landing on Webby.
"Still not enough love," Lizzette mumbled angrily under her breath. Sounding extremely impatient.
So, here I go again! Bye everyone but before I leave, I actually have a second Ducktales story on Wattpad, that's right I have a Watpad, that I'm planning on expanding on this website. The ones I have on Wattpad are actually test runs. I use Wattpad as a starting point. If the story is popular enough on Wattpad or if I feel like the story can gain as much love on another website, I usually expand it. That's what I did with this story. Don't back down was starting on Wattpad and when I deemed it good enough, I expanded it to .
Well, one of my stories "Heroic" is actually getting some love and I'm considering expanding it here too. What's it about?
Well it's a fairytale styled story and Human AU.
(Humanized, Fairytale AU) Many years ago, Magica had taken over the Kingdom of Duckburg. The triplets have been separated since birth and their families are nowhere to be found. But a prophecy has been told. A prophecy that promises the three heroes will one day reunite, defeat the queen of shadows, and bring peace among their kingdom once and for all. That is until the princes can learn what it means to be heroic.