So! Here I am as promised. Nothing much to say except I had a major headache yesterday and I couldn't focus on anything. I also had school work and bible talk with friends today so I was pretty packed all day. Sorry if this comes out a little late but I am determined to publish this on Starterday before midnight! Also, WOW! 150 reviews! Almost at the 200 mark! I have no words but I wish I did. No words can tell you all how greatfull I am. All I can say is, Thank you! Thank You! THANK YOU!

GiddyReflections - or was it Hero? Hero was with Huey and Violet the whole time and the robot was way too big to be Hero.

Unknown - there has been times in my old fanfics where I am a character in the story along with other authors to help promote them. And Sweet Duck if Youth always stood out to me because of the twist at the end. And Dewey won't take it easily or without a fight. I'm glad I can help with the hiatus stress. And as for the questions.

1 Whatever jobs they had in the show. I don't know what Donald had as a job before he moved into the mansion.

2 Spoilers

3 The world will never know.

Angelwings2002 - Thank you. And you'll find out in this chapter! Also, I always had a knack for gems and what people use to believe about them.

Guest - hey, I like to tease too. I hope I got Jordan right. And yay! I'm not the only one who thought of Dewey in a cartoon with Donald level slapstick moments!

Disney Boy - glad to hear there was an update on the page! I'll see when I can check it out.

dalek117 - HERO is programmed to mimic his master at the time. And everyone will be heartbroken! You'll also learn more about Lizzette and Abigor here. And who says Louie and Lena will be able to warn Webby and Dewey on time. And we're really close to the chapter that'll reveal where the gems send them.

Jpbake - or was it Hero? And you would've left? I would've stayed and handled as long as I could. I'm pretty patient. And I would gladly talk about hummingbird's for hours, I LOVE THEM!

Lets Dewey It - Thank you and your welcome.

Lilbree - Hmmm, is she? And thanks, it's a lot of fun to add myself sometimes. And my plan is to make them all as vulnerable as possible. And thanks, that's so sweet.

therealjordan23 - HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY JORDAN! Ah! I love you so much mi rey, I wish I could just hug you right now and squeeze you until you can't breathe and die!... I've done that before! And I'm so happy I can update on your birthday! I stayed up all night doing this for you! And who says you didn't get in a fist fight? And I'm glad I got you just right, that was my main concern. Again Happy birthday! And I hope you had a great day and made this day memorable. I hope this story makes your day as well.

Here we go!

"May I offer some drinks? Snacks perhaps?" Lizzette guided the three through the tunnels of the underworld. If Lena wasn't so shocked by Lizzettes polite personality, she would be admiring the caves like Louie.

Louie was admiring all the gems that were forming under the earth. Rubies, sapphire, emeralds, you name it. Louie would have thought the underworld was more fire and lava.

"We're good really," Lena dismissed all of Lizzettes offers.

"Well, if you need anything, be sure to tell me or my uncle and aunt Hades and Persephone." Lizzette chimed.

"Ok ok, what's the catch?" Lena didn't like this one bit. Lizzette kept walking and turned her gaze to Lena behind her.

"Catch?" Lizzette asked in bewilderment.

"Stop the act Lizzette," Lena spat out. She walked closer to her until she was right next to her, "You're telling me after all the things you did to us, you suddenly don't remember?"

"I…. Um…. What things?" Lizzette nervously took a few steps away from the angry duck.

"The potions!" Lena was about to wrap her hands around Lizzettes dainty little neck and choke the living daylight out of her.

"Potions?" Lizzette repeated, tilting her head to the side.

"You gave them a truth potion not too long ago," Abigor suddenly showed up. He was on top of a boulder when the group exited the tunnel. They had entered a large cave that was full of lakes, bridges, and sounds of moaning in pain. It was like they just entered a kingdom underground. Except this kingdom had moans of pain, and lost souls swimming in the water along with a couple of strange creatures wondering around. It wasn't very pleasant to look at if you had a squeamish stomach. Abigor hopped off the boulder and landed in front of everyone.

"The potion got out of hand and it came up with some really bad results," Abigor told Lizzette. Lizzette let out an obvious gasps of shock. Her hands covering her beak and her eye's widening in fear. Louie and Lena were taken back by the reaction. They would expect a snarky response or rude comment. Something that would tell them it was their fault for not taking care of the potion but instead to turn to look at them with sorrowful eyes.

"I'm so sorry the truth potion didn't go as planned. What happened?" Lizzette asked in a gentle and concerning tone. Louie glanced at Lena and they both saw that they had the same look. They were both confused at her sudden kind nature.

"We…. We put in two drops and that made Huey break into song," Louie had to shake off all the shock from his body before answering.

"Oh," Lizzette looked relife when he said this, "I thought it was something much worse."

"Worse?" Louie repeated.

"If not taken care of, my potions can have some severe side effects. But song is common when it comes to taking a bit more than needed," Lizzette explained.

"Uh huh….." Lena wasn't buying it, "So the fact that Huey and Violet are acting completely different has nothing to do with you and your potions?"

"Huey and Violet?" Lizzette asked once again. Lena felt like she was playing 20 questions at this point.

"Don't act like you don't remember putting Huey under a lo….."

"May I have a word with you two," Abigor was quick to interrupt.

"No no, I want answers from her. I want to know why Violet…." Lena was stopped when Abigor grabbed her hand and pulled her away from Lizzette. Lena held onto Louie's hand and pulled him with them.

"We'll be back, Lizzette. Just finish up the chores," Abigor told her. He pulled the two into his room and made sure to lock the door, "Ok I need you two to listen."

"Listen? Why should we listen to you?" Louie scoffed off. Just like Lena, he wasn't liking the looks of this situation. Abigor took a deep breath in and folded his hands. His eyes shut tight making him look like he was holding back some pain.

"It's complicated," Abigor began, "Lizzette….. Forgot 2 years of her life."

"What is it with you two and losing memories?" Louie threw his arms in the air meaning he was frustrated with these two.

"Nothing in life comes easy ok!" Abigor said frustrated as well, "The point is, Lizzette lost 2 years worth of memories. She doesn't remember what she did to you, she doesn't know who Huey is, and let alone who Violet is. As far as she knows, we're spending our summer with our uncle Hades while our parents are on vacation."

"This is so stupid,' Lena mumbled.

"I know I know," Abigor stumbled on his words, "It's just…. Lizzette couldn't take the heartache anymore so she made a forget me not potion."

The tilt in Louie and Lena's head indicated that they had no idea what he was talking about. Abigor sighed again and walked to the corner of the room. He took out some bottles of potion from Lizzettes desk and placed them on display so they could get a closer look.

"The forget me not potion allows you to forget a certain amount of days. Say you had a bad argument and want to forget about it. One drop equals one hour forgotten. Had a bad day? 24 drops. If you want to forget a month, a quarter of a cup. A full cup will make you forget a year of your life." Abigor explained the best he could.

"Ok and?" Lena didn't understand where Abigor was going with this.

"Lizzette took 2 cups of this so she thinks she's 15 again. The way she is right now is how she was 2 years ago before you met her," Abigor revealed.

Louie and Lena glanced at each other for a moment before looking back at the door. Louie opened it up just a crack and looked at where Lizzette was talking with Boyd. The robot boy was happily showing her all his gadgets and equipment he was installed with. Lizzette had a sweet smile on her beak, blue eyes gleaming with joy and her hands happily clapping. She was like a little kid.

"Please, I'm begging you two, don't remind her about the past 2 years. If you do, the potion will wear off and she'll…. She'll remember everything again….. And I can't have her remembering everything again."

"Why not?" Louie tore his gaze away from Lizzette and to the male duck.

"It's not important. Just know if you bring back her memories, it'll have a terrible….. terrible result," Abigors voice nearly broke in the middle of his sentence. Lena rolled her eyes and closed the door.

"You think we're dumb enough to believe that?" Lena scoffed this off, "Lizzette put Huey under a love spell and you two are working for Magica."

"Use to work for Magica," Abigor corrected.

"What?" Louie felt like his head was spinning with all these questions.

"We used to work for Magica. We can't exactly help her out when we're stuck in the underworld," Abigor explained, his tone plain and simple.

"So… you have no way of contacting anyone in the underworld," Louie wanted to make sure.

"No way to contact, no way out, no way we can do anything outside this place." Abigor assured him, "I don't have a clue what happened to Violet or Huey and I doubt Lizzette will have any idea too."

Abigor put away all the potions but Lena and Louie were not satisfied by this talk. Louie studied the way Abigor moved. He stumbled a bit with the potions and glass bottles. His eyes were constantly looking back and forth at an odd speed. His hands were touching his face and neck, along with tugging on his hair. Not to mention his body language and his voice were not in sync with each other.

"You're hiding something from us," Louie suddenly said.

Abigor lagged a bit in his movements but continued to clean up. He didn't give a single response and this only made Louie feel like he was right. Once Abigor finished cleaning, he was headed to the door and was just about to open it if it wasn't for Louie. The green triplet forced the door shut and looked at the black and white duck with glaring eyes.

"What are you not telling us?" Louie said very suspiciously.

"None of your business Llewellyn," Abigor tried to open the door but Louie held it shut.

"You know I don't like being called by my first name, meaning you're trying to make me back off. And you'll only want me to back off if you were keeping something from us," Louie concluded. Abigor didn't even look him in the eye's. He kept his gaze at the door knob, his blue eyes looking intense but a spark of sadness could be seen. Louie took a step closer to him and said in a warning and low tone, "We came for answers. And you only gave us more questions. We're not leaving until we get what we came here for."

That was the last straw. Abigor yanked the door off its hinges and threw it on the floor like it was dirty laundry. Louie and Lena backed away, shocked that he still had his powers. Scrooge had told them that Selene took away his ember that was the source of his powers. Abigor left the room without a word. Lena and Louie slowly walked out as well. Lena sighed in disappointment that she wasted her time coming here. Riding a robot across the seas and fighting an evil robot in the progress, all for nothing. Louie placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his eyes glued on Abigor ahead. Louie led Lena towards Boyd who was still talking with Lizzette.

"Come on Boyd," Louie said, "We wasted our time here. Lizzette took some kind of forgotten potion and Abigor is being stubborn."

Lizzett cocked her head to the side and knitted her brows. The look of confusion on her face was enough to worry Abigor. He looked at Louie who had a frown on his beak but his eyes said he was smirking on the inside.

"Awe so soon? Lizzette was telling me about her family tree. She's related to Aphroducky! The Goddess of love!" Boyd said excitedly.

"Oh we know," Louie said almost in a cocky way, "She's the one who put Huey under a love spell."

Lizzettes eye's widen in shock while Abigor showed some signs of panic. Just what Louie wanted.

"And what was it that she did at the school dance? Oh yeah!" Louie snapped his fingers and acted like he was having trouble remembering, "Didn't she steal Huey away from V…."

"That is enough," Abigor tried to sound aggressive but his voice showed more fear instead.

"I did what?" Lizzette looked at her cousin completely bewildered.

"Nothing," Abigor was quick to answer. He placed his hands on her shoulders very protectively, "Louie is just upset that the love potion he had caused some trouble in the family."

"I can help with that," Lizzette stood up and walked towards Louie with a kind smile on her face, "Love potions are my expertise! There are few ways to reverse a love spell but I believe I could whip up a special…"

"I'll take it from here," Abigor gently pulled his cousin aside, "See if Persephone needs any help in her mother's garden."

Lizzette happily nodded yes and walked away with Boyd excitedly following her. Once she was out of sight, Abigor angrily looked at Louie.

"What are you crazy! I just said not to bring back any memories of the past 2 years!" Abigor sounded more than angry but Louie didn't even show a sign of fear.

"Give us answers and I will keep this beak shut," Louie had a smirk on his face. This only added more anger on Abigors shoulders.

"Fine," Abigor managed to say through his clenched teeth.

At the mansion, Beakly and Duckworth were rubbing Dewey dry with a towel and attending to the bruises and black eye he had.

"A fist fight?" Beakly clicked her tongue when she saw all the bruises Dewey had, "How did you get in a fist fight at a buffet?"

"It was an accident!" Dewey claimed, "I sat with another guy's date, ruined their dinner and pushed the girl into the lake. So he pushed me in the lake as well."

"Master Dewford, if I may ask, how did falling in a lake result in bruises and a black eye?" Duckworth asked, handed him an ice pack for his eye.

"Eh…. The girl tried to help me out of the lake and I may have accidentally pulled her back into the lake," Dewey said sheepishly.

"And the guy decided to fight you after that?" Beakly asked.

"No not yet. He helped his girlfriend back up and I kept apologizeing. After a while of cooling down his anger I saw HE…" Dewey paused at this moment. Should he reveal that he was spying on Huey and Violet and about the whole HERO incident? "I saw a bug on the girls shoulder…. so I may have punched her shoulder a bit too hard….. and tackled her into the lake a bit too harshly….. and the guy dived in the lake after me."

Beakly shook her head, disapproving of his actions.

"What will your mother say when she finds out what happened?" Right after Beakly said this, Della came barging into the kitchen and dashed to Dewey.

"Dewey! Did you win or lose the fight?" Was Dellas first question. Beakly let her head fall into her hand at this reaction.

"It was more of a tie. The guy eventually stopped when he saw I didn't want to fight anymore," Dewey shrugged causing some pain in his shoulder. Della took some ice and placed it over a bruise on his shoulder.

"What were you doing at the buffet anyways?" She asked, her voice now sounding like she was concerned for him.

"Webby and I….. were hanging out for a while," Dewey had to restrain himself from saying the word date in front of Beakley. He didn't want to be buried alive just yet.

"Hmm… So I assume you know as to why my granddaughter is so upset?" Beakly asked him. Dewey's eye's shot away from Della to Beakley.

"Upset? She's here?" Dewey was up on his feet.

"You didn't even notice that she was gone from the buffet?" Beakly asked, a little upset at the fact that Dewey didn't know about Webby. Dewey sheepishly scratched the back of his neck before responding.

"I was a bit busy,"

"I can see that," Beakly took the ice pack when Dewey handed it to her.

"I need to see her," he said.

"She should be in her room," Beakly said. After she said that, Dewey made a beeline towards Webbys room.

At her door, he gave a light knock and waited for a response. Nothing.

"Webby?" Dewey knocked again. Still no response. Dewey reached for the door knob with hesitation. He called out her name once more to make sure he wasn't intruding on anything. To his surprise, the door was unlocked. He slowly went in and scanned the room but still no sight of the pink loving girl, "Webby?"

He entered the room and got a closer look at it. Papers were thrown on the floor, stuffed animals were thrown across the room and her bed was a complete mess. His heart began to race at just the sight of the room. It looked like someone attacked this place or worse.

"Webby where are you?" Dewey's voice was in a panic.

He pulled onto the bed sheet to see if she was there but still nothing. He checked the closet, under the bed, and every tiny space she could be hiding in. Nothing! At this point, Dewey forgot about all the physical pain he was in. If her room wasn't already a mess, Dewey tore it apart completely. He fell to his knees and ran his hand through his hair.

"Where are you Webby? Where are you?" Dewey sounded like a broken record, repeating her name endlessly. He let his hand fall to his side where it landed on something fluffy and wet. He looked down to see her pillow that was torn, letting it's fluff spill out. He gave it a light squeeze to feel it was wet, but with what? His eye then traveled on the trail of fluff. It stopped right under the door to the attic.

Webby had locked herself in her rooms attic and managed to soak her hands in seconds. Puddles of salty tears were forming next to her at a fast pace.

"I'm so naive. I shouldn't have accepted that date," Webby mumbled to herself.

"Webby?" She heard a familiar voice call out in her room. Webby held in her breath, trying not to make a sound and give away her hiding spot. It was next to impossible to do so when sobs kept breaking through her beak. A knock then came on the attic door. She couldn't face him, not now. Webby placed her rocks over the door but Dewey proved himself to be strong. He opened the door and found Webby trying to crawl behind some boxes.

"Webby wait," Dewey hopped into the attic and ran after her. He found her under a blanket, leaning against the wall. Her face was soaked with rivers of tears, spilling off of her chin. Her eyes were swollen and red from all the crying. Her hair was all over the place, almost veiling her expression of pure pain.

"Webby what happened? Did someone hurt you?" Dewey kneeled down to her. His voice had building anger but not towards her. He wanted to know who was hurting her so much, "If someone laid even a finger on you just say who it was and I'll…."

He was interrupted when Webby threw her arms around his neck and placed her forehead on his chest. Her tears were soaking his shirt in just mere seconds worrying the blue triplet even more. He hugged her tight and tried his best to calm her down.

"No… no one hurt me…. I was just…. upset…" Webbys hiccup between words.

"Webby," Dewey pulled away just enough to look down at her. His eyes meeting hers, "I don't want to see you this hurt. Just tell me what happened and I'll see what I can do."

20 minutes later

Della and Scrooge were talking in his office. The sound of doors slamming open was enough to make them jump. Dewey marched right in and grabbed the first thing he could find, Scrooge's cane. He came face to face with the two adults and pointed the cane right at them.

"You! You two decided we're leaving early without letting us have a say in it?" Deweys voice was full of rage and anger. Della was quick to move next to her son and try to reach her arms to him. Dewey refused to accept any kind gestures from anyone at this moment and moved away from his mother.

"Dewey, we made this decision when you were out. It was a last minute decision and everything went by so fast," Della tried to tell him but he wasn't listening. Dewey threw the cane on the ground, surprising Della that the cane didn't break in half from the force.

"You can't do this to us!" Deweys voice boomed so loudly that anyone in the mansion could hear him, "Why would you bring us here? Just to fill us up with happiness and all of a sudden tear it away like nothing!"

"Lad, relax…." Scrooge got up from his chair and grabbed this cane.

"No you relax!" Dewey pointed at his great uncle, "You can't make these kinds of decisions without us knowing! Don't my brothers and I matter enough to know about this kind of stuff?"

"Of course you are," Scrooge said calmly. He wasn't about to give into Deweys negative talking, "But understand we made this decision at the last minute last night."

"We were going to tell you once Donald came back," Della told him.

"Where is uncle Donald?" Dewey demanded to know.

"At the docs getting the boat ready to leave tonight," Della gulped down some fear when she said this. Dewey threw his arms into the air and let them slam on his face.

"Unbelievable, you make a big choice like this without us, and now you're setting up the departure behind our backs. What is wrong with you adults?"

"Watch that tongue laddy," Scrooge said, a little more demanding, "We made this decision to keep you lads safe. Too many attacks happened in the past few days you were here that if we let you stay any longer, it's like us letting you sink deeper into danger."

"So what? My brothers and I are more than capable of taking care of ourselves. We faced many dangers, life threatening obstacle courses, we survived our own shadows! This shouldn't be any different!" Dewey claimed but his mother isn't backing down.

"Dewey, we're thinking about your safety. We can't let you boys stay here any longer. We can't….. We can't stay any longer because if we do, one of us might be attacked or worse."

"I can't believe you, all of you…." Dewey's voice began to die down but it still had a harsh tone to it. He began to march his way out of the office, "Backing down again on our family."

"Dewey?" Della was about to follow him out but Dewey made sure to speed up his pace.

"Leave me alone. Clearly you think I can't take care of myself," Dewey mumbled in pure anger. He stomped away towards his room leaving a heartbroken mother behind.

In his office, Scrooge flopped back down in his seat, head bowed down. His thoughts began to race once more. Was sending them away the right thing to do? Was this considered backing down on his family?

So? Who's up for a musical number next chapter?