It is what should be a beautiful day at McDuck Manor. It has been three days since Donald and the boys moved in. Let us just say, Beakley is already stressed.
Huey is fleeing from Dewey, who is shooting at him with a foam dart gun. Then, the door to Scrooge's bedroom opens with Scrooge and Beakley exiting, who the darts fly at. Scrooge takes the tea tray Beakley was holding and uses it to block the darts.
"An elaborate series of cutthroat war games?" Scrooge asks.
Dewey keeps firing at Huey. "Take that!"
"Dewey!" Scrooge scolds, taking then gun before aiming it while kneeling. "Don't yell at your target before yew fire, yew'll lose the element of surprise." He hands the gun back to Dewey and walks off.
Louie then comes and fires at Dewey while laughing, hitting the wall and a vase, which Beakley catches. "Good hand, Beakley!" He dodges some darts and returns fire.
"When I said you should spend more time with your family I did not mean move them in!" Beakley complains.
Meanwhile Webby, wearing her night vision goggles, hangs from the chandelier. "Target acquired, heading to your position."
"Copy. In position. Awaiting command." Rebecca reports, hiding in cover for an opportune moment.
Webby grapples to a chandelier above Louie and shoots at him, sending him into a pillow launcher trap, which hits and knocks him to the ground.
"You set traps!? It's just a game!" Louie says in disbelief.
"If you're not a player, you're a pawn." Webby says seriously.
"W-webby, maybe take it down a notch." Dewey suggests.
"TELL THAT TO MY MEN YOU CAPTURED IN PEKING!"
"What?"
"It's part of my character's backstory; grizzled ex-special forces pulled out of retirement for revenge. What's yours?"
"... My guy has a dart gun?"
"Not anymore." Webby whistles, at which Rebecca rolls out from cover and shoots Louie and Dewey, pelting them with darts as Webby grapples Dewey's gun, scaring Huey off when she fires at him. At this, the two girls chase after the final brother.
In the foyer, Huey tosses his dart gun aside and waves his hands in panic. "The foyer's a safe zone! The foyer's a saf- AH!" He is then tackled by Webby and his sister, who stand over him menacingly, each having a foot on his chest.
"This is no foyer..." Webby says, the girls smirking and lifting their NVG.
"This is a tomb..." Rebecca finishes coldly as they both shoot Huey.
"OW MY TAILBONE!" Huey cries out.
Then the girls start to laugh. "Hahahaha!"
"Oh man this is so fun!" Rebecca says, a big smile on her face as her brothers come it.
"Yeah! Almost better than 'interrogate the spy' like we played." Webby adds.
"Wait what?" Louie asks with concern.
"Relax, it wouldn't be fun with you three given you'd crack after five seconds." Rebecca states.
"Nuh-uh!" Dewey says, a smidge too confidently.
"Is that a challenge? Webby, get the stuff." Rebecca requests with a sinister smirk.
"AHHHHH!" Dewey runs off, terrified.
"Ha! Weenie!" Rebecca taunts.
"So, what next?" Webby asks.
"HOUSE MEETING. NOW." Scrooge can be heard saying, unhappy.
"Well... I guess that." Huey says, rubbing his rear.
Donald and the kids are talking with each other, until the smacking of Scrooge's cane gets their attention and silences them.
"Alright, time fer some house rules." Scrooge says as he removes a white sheet, revealing a blackboard that says 'House Rules' on the top. "Rule 1: My space is my space. My study, my sleeping quarters-" At these, Donald then rolls his eyes. "My washroom. Rule 2... Defer to Mrs. Beakley for all subsequent rules. I'm pleased to have you here, as long as it in no way inconveniences me. Good day," Scrooge says as he walks away.
"This may be Mr McDuck's mansion, but it's my house. So..." Beakley flips the board, revealing a LOT more rules. "My house rules. Exhaustive. Comprehensive." She catches Donald starting to leave. "Where are you going?"
"I've got unmentionables to wash." Donald answers.
Beakley sighs. "Rule 58: if you need something ask for permission first."
"Did you hear that, boys? Ask permission!"
"Rule number 23: no one is above the rules. Donald. If you had simply asked for assistance we could have avoided what I'm referring to as the 'Undergarment Incident'." Beakley says, to which the boys giggle offscreen.
"I can take care of myself."
"That is not your decision to make. You live here, you answer to me!"
"I answer to no one!" Donald asserts as he and Beakley glare at each other.
"Wait, are they gonna kiss?" Louie asks.
"Ew!" The other kids say.
"Outside, now!" Donald and Beakley order as all five leave. On the way out, they run into Ian, who is arriving for an early day of work at the manor.
"Oh, hey kids." The man greets.
"Hey Mr. Boone!" The five greet back as they walk past.
"What're you doing here early?" Rebecca asks.
"Helping with some more work. Mr. McDuck wants me to finish up adjusting you four's room and Donald needs help with the houseboat. Have a nice day!"
"Just be careful! Donald and granny are having a staredown."
"I think I'll be fine." Ian says as he enters, the kids continuing into the yard.
"Death darts was fun!" Webby says.
"Again, just supposed to be darts." Louie reminds.
"Oh, what do you wanna play next? Mystery Murder Island?"
"Blades of Destruction?" Rebecca suggests.
"Cannonball Fury?" The two girls suggest in sync.
"How about a nice, safe nap?" Huey suggests.
"Ooh! How about Hacky-Sack?" Webby suggests punts the sack at the boys, Dewey pushing Huey out of the way as it buzzes Louie's head and goes clean through a tree behind them, knocking it down. To this, everyone stares in silence.
"Well, that's new." Rebecca blinks.
"Or... we could have some real fun." Louie suggests.
"You mean?" Dewey asks.
"I do, dear Dewford."
"It's time for Funso's Fun Zone!" The boys cheer.
"What's that?" The two girls ask, Rebecca even more confused than Webby.
"Only the greatest place one could ever imagine imagining!" Louie says.
"Where dreams become reality, and reality becomes some kind of crazy hyper-dream!" Huey explains.
"Where punch refills are free!" Dewey adds.
"Funso's Fun Zone! Where fun is in the zone!" The three cheer in unison.
"Oh yeah. That... Funso's. Of course. Hah. Everyone knows Funso's..."
"What are you talking about, we've never even heard-" Rebecca gets elbowed by Webby as she then realizes why Webby lied.
"Let's go boys!" Louie says as the three start to head off.
"Oh. Well... have fun." Webby says as she starts to return to the manor with Rebecca.
"You two coming?" Dewey asks.
"Wha? Yeah! C'mon Rebecca let's get our stuff!"
"On it Webby!" Rebecca responds excitedly.
Webby climbs the manor like a spider and disappears into an open window as Rebecca practically parkours up, swinging in from a tree branch before launching herself into the window.
"I don't know. Webby and Rebecca are great for treasure hunting and minecart-chases, but they're not exactly built for everyday kid stuff."
"I still see the darts when I close my eyes." Huey remarks, traumatized.
"They've been cooped up in the mansion their whole lives. Of course they're going to be a little... off... but we can help them! Plus, Rebecca is our sister! It is our job as brothers to help her. They'll be fine."
Meanwhile, Webby and Rebecca pack their gear, Webby her NVG, grapple hook, and copy of 'The Art of War', while Rebecca packs similar-ish stuff.
"Alright, Webby. Just a totally casual hangout in the real world. Like regular kids do. Play it cool. Play it cool."
"Okay Rebecca, just relax. You're just going out into the world for the first time. It'll be fine." Rebecca says to herself as she follows a screaming Webby out.
Ian was helping Beakley clean up the aftermath of the dart battle, picking up the darts (since they aren't cheap), while Beakley vacuums. "It's all fun and games until you need to collect the darts. I know as I've played plenty of times."
"Well, at least with two people it'll be easier." Beakley says appreciatively until her vacuum cleaner stops. She unplugs one of the plugs from the wall, and notices another plug, of many, break.
"What the?" Ian follows the mess of plugs and cables outside with Beakley, to the pool, where Donald is grilling a sausage and cleaning his houseboat, which Beakley storms up to, Ian following.
"Howdy neighbor. Kielbasa? I'll just live by the boat while I fix it. Out of your house, out of your way." Donald says.
"I would take one, if you weren't a total fire hazard right now. What the heck man?" Ian asks, deadpan.
"Yes. If you have checked with me I could have provided safe electrical hookups." Beakley explains.
"I'm good." Donald responds.
"And how would you like to split the water bill?"
"What? Richest duck in the world can't spare a dime. Keep your water." Donald clamps down on hose causing water backup to flood Scrooge's bathroom, a wave chasing Scrooge down the hall.
"Oh just cleaned that hallway!" Ian says, defeated as Beakley breaks the extension cord in half from anger.
Meanwhile, at the bus stop...
"You've been on a bus before, right?" Huey asks Webby and his sister.
"Absolutely. So is it assigned seating or..." Webby says as Rebecca shakes her head, clueless.
"Don't talk to anybody. Don't touch anything. Don't lick anything. Don't go near the emergency brake."
"Oh, that's easy!" Rebecca says as Webby salutes, the bus arriving.
Queue Webby doing everything Huey suggested she NOT do. Talking to the driver, invading people's personal space, and licking one of the poles.
Meanwhile, Rebecca twiddles her thumbs as she sits, nervously looking down. She hated this. She hate, hate, hated this. Too many strangers. Too many people! Why did they take the bus?! Rebecca starts to suffer a small panic attack.
Then, Webby looks out a window. "Look, a dog wearing a bow tie. Did he tie it himself? Stop the bus!" She pulls the signal cord, the bus grinding to a halt as the five are thrown out of the bus. "It was a nice bow tie. Sorry."
Rebecca felt embarrassed by her honorary sister's behavior not just in public, but in front of her own brothers. On their first day out.
"It's fine." Huey assures.
"It's just a short walk to Funso's..." Dewey states.
"...through the sketchiest neighborhood in town." Huey says, which is rather accurate.
"Bet it's a blast to run. Race you." Webby starts to run off.
"Uh, wrong way." Huey says.
"Whoop." Webby turns around and follows the boys with Rebecca.
Eventually, the kids make it to Funso's. Webby is in awe, while Rebecca... A bit less so. A bit too much noise for her liking.
Webby starts to make for the ball pit, but is stopped by Louie.
"Wait, Webbigail, ball pits are for babies. Walk with me. You're in the zone now. If you want to get by in this world, you gotta know the people that make it spin. Josie, new token apron? Nice." Louie explains as he leads the two girls along, complimenting a waitress.
"Your usual table, sir." Another waitress asks.
"Merci, Toby." Louie says as the girls sit with him, the two starting to get their money. "Webby, Sis, your money is no good here."
"What do they take? I have pounds..." Webby answers.
"Euros..." Rebecca adds.
"Pesos..."
"Swiss Francs..."
"Rubles..."
"Yen..."
"The oldest currency in the world." Louie states.
"Ancient obsidian rune stones?" Webby says as Rebecca answers "Animal hides?"
Louie blinks at Rebecca. "N-no, flattery." He explains as another waitress walks towards him. "I can't tell. Is that the heat lamps, or your natural glow?" At that, Rebecca cringes a bit.
"Oh Mr. Duck, the usual?" The waitress asks.
"Yep, one free cup of water please." Louie requests, after which, he fills the cup with punch when the waitstaff isn't looking.
"Louie!" Rebecca gasps.
"That's not water." Webby says.
"Relax, it's all part of the system. You girls try."
Webby goes to the waitress, Jane, to try to get a water cup. She fails, miserably. Meanwhile, Rebecca sits at the table, looking down as she slumps a bit.
"Go on sis, ask for a cup." Louie suggests.
"I, don't know. She seems... busy."
"C'mon, certainly you'll do better than Webby."
"Uhhhh..." Rebecca gets nervous, and gulps, when the manager comes out.
"Is there a problem here? What did I tell you about handing out freebies, Jane?" The manager demands, Webby seems to initially think the 'cut it out' gesture means 'slit his throat'. "You paid for that punch, Duck?"
"Yeah, I was just about to, yeah." Louie says as he pays. "Thanks, Webby."
At the manor, Beakley is answering the door, Ian walking by.
"Special delivery for D. Duck." The delivery man says as Donald comes out.
"Put them out back. portable generators. Keep your power, Mrs B. I'm off the grid." Donald says as he signs, before returning to the pool area.
"That idiot is going to get himself killed." Beakley remarks, then smiles to herself.
"Mrs. B, why are you smiling at that thought?" Ian asks with concern, as she walks away, left alone. He blinks. "I don't feel safe."
Back at Funso's, Webby is walking into the arcade with Rebecca, who looks around. Much more her element. Webby goes over to Dewey, who is playing a game. Rebecca, however, goes over to another Japanese game, a 'bullet hell' type game, that she seems familiar with, and starts to play, zoning out.
"Uke or Puke?"
"Behold, the best game ever created. Japanese import. There's only one in the US, and I have the top ten scores. So I'm pretty much the best in the country." Dewey explains. "You gotta try this."
"I don't know. I've never really played computer games much. Rebecca's the game obsessed one." Webby says.
"Well... You played an instrument?"
"I've had seven years of cello." Webby responds.
"Same thing."
Webby gets the other controller and tries to play it like a cello, failing. Dewey corrects her by placing it around her. Webby plays a first note.
"Your first strum. Cherish it."
Webby then starts to play flawlessly, getting a quick hang of it.
"Yes, yes. Be one with the flow."
"I am both uking and puking."
All the while, Rebecca's skill at the game she found has drawn some attention, as she absolutely nails the game, almost to the rhythm of Webby's playing.
Then, 'Funso' tries to grab Webby. "Time..."
"Stranger danger!" Webby cries out in instinct, kicking 'Funso'.
"Webby, no." Dewey tries to warn.
'Funso' stumbles and trips over the power cord (which is strangely placed in the middle of the floor, which is a serious safety hazard), unplugging it.
"I killed Funso!" Webby cries out.
The commotion snaps Rebecca out of her trance as she looks. "Huh? What?" She dies in game, and groans to herself, bringing a fist down onto the machine in frustration.
"No, no, don't you die on me!" Dewey pleads with the Uke or Puke machine.
"Dame da dame dame," the cabinet says, the scores reset.
"My scores! Noooo!It's like I don't even know you anymore." Dewey says in defeat, Webby feeling bad as Rebecca leaves.
Meanwhile...
Donald is maintaining his generators, managing to spill fuel into the pool, knock a generator into said pool, and start a fire. He runs around in panic, especially after he makes the fire worse. All the while, Beakley watches as she drinks some tea. Ian gives a 'welp, guess Beakley was right' look. Scrooge then walks up the stairs.
"Perhaps we can put your nephew up in a hotel in New Zealand." Beakley suggests to her employer.
"No time, guest baths are calling. Beakley problem." Scrooge says before leaving.
Ian looks at the scene, then at Beakley. "Want me to call the fire department?"
Beakley shakes her head. "I'm sure he'll be fine."
"I highly doubt it..."
Back at Funso's, Rebecca sits in the ball pit up to her eyes, trying to calm down. Webby then comes and belly flops in.
"Ow." Webby says, half-defeated.
The boys then walk up. "Room for three more?" Louie asks.
"You guys aren't mad I ruined Funso's?"
"Please, Funso's is a place of magic and wonder and light." Louie assures as the three hop in.
"Think fast." Dewey says as they start a ball fight.
Then, Webby starts sinking into the balls. "Wait, what's happening?"
"Don't. You're fine." Huey tries to calm her down.
"It's a trap. I'm sinking! Ahhh!" Webby panics and fires her grappling hook, which pops a balloon, breaks a spotlight, and pulls down a palm tree, causing a fire and panic.
"Ball pit, please consume me..." Rebecca begs in embarrassment.
Webby is then confronted by the very unhappy manager as she pulls herself out. "Haha, I'm Webby."
The five are pushed towards the exit by the manager. "You are banned from Funso's for life!"
"No, please, I've never been kicked out of anything." Huey begs.
"And this is why we shouldn't bring her, thanks Dewey." Louie says.
Rebecca whimpers, feeling bad about this despite having down nothing that Webby did. Why couldn't Webby be more reserved like her?
"Funso, take them out." The manager orders.
"With pleasure. Call Ma." 'Funso' says, sinisterly laughing.
"Uh oh..." Rebecca realizes that is not Funso.
Rebecca struggles against her binds, tied back-to-back with Webby. "Never thought the day would take this turn."
The door then opens, revealing Ma Beagle. The kids scream, shout, and beg until Ma shuts the door.
"Welp, that was a bust as expected." Rebecca says.
Then, Big Time is tossed into the meat locker as well.
"Who are these guys?" Huey asks.
"The Beagle Boys. They hate your uncle." Webby says.
"Try to break into the mansion all the time." Rebecca adds.
"Are they going to ransom us?" Dewey asks.
"Scrooge will never pay for all five of us." Louie argues.
"You're right." Webby affirms. "He'll probably throw one of us off a cliff to send a Scrooge a message."
"Aaahh!" The boys panic.
"If it's any consolation, it'll probably be Webby." Rebecca says.
"Yeah." Webby agrees.
Ian is in the kitchen, checking some things as Beakley cleans some dishes. Then, Donald bursts in.
"Ms. B! A note!"
"Look who's back to finally coming to ask me..." She is cut off by Donald screaming and shoving the Beagle's ransom note to her, to which she reads it. "What is a Funso?"
"What's going on?" Ian asks, checking the lights while on a ladder.
"Seems the Beagle Boys have captured the kids."
"WHAT!?" Ian cries out, before there is a THUNK and cry of pain as Ian bumps his head, a short yell as he loses balance and falls off the ladder, then a THUD as he lands. "Ow."
Beakley sighs. "Best you sit this one out dear, we'll handle this."
"Yes ma'am." Ian responds, giving a thumbs up as the two leaves and he collects himself.
Back in the meat locker, Big Time paces back and forth, monologuing. "'Don't capture Scrooge's brats, Big Time. Don't stick up the Policeman's Ball, Big Time. Tanks don't float, Big Time.' She always treats me like the odd man out because my ideas are too..."
"...intense?" Webby suggests.
"...moronic?" Rebecca suggests.
"Visionary." He says, at which Rebecca rolls her eyes. "Well I'll show her. I'll show 'em all."
"Well that's not something you want to hear when you're tied up in a meat locker." Louie says mockingly.
"Starting with you!" Big Time says as he goes to attack the boys, but is hit in the head with a frozen pizza by Webby, getting knocked out.
"Nice one..." Rebecca compliments
"Webby?" The boys ask, confused.
"Oops, sorry, I'll just..." Webby sits back down and, starts to try to tie herself back up.
"You could slip out of those ropes the whole time?" Huey asks.
"Well, yeah." Webby says.
"That's like being captured: 101." Rebecca adds, implying she could as well.
"So why didn't you?" Louie asks.
"Because, I didn't want you to think I'm weird. I've been stuck in the mansion for so long, I'm trying really hard to be normal, but everything I do is, you know, not.
"Same, but I'm even more awkward socially, not really good at being normal. I can't talk to someone casually without getting a mini panic attack." Rebecca says, revealing why she acted the way she did.
The boys look at each other, then at the girls. "Normal's overrated." Dewey says.
"We need you to be 'Webby' and 'Rebecca' normal." Louie says, to which the other two brothers nod.
Webby and Rebecca smile, as Webby drops her rope and Rebecca frees herself, the two untying the boys as the girls don their night-vision goggles. "I'm going to break every bone in her body, or maybe just tie her up."
"Let's just see how it plays out." Rebecca suggests with a shrug before using a sausage as a boomerang to open an air grate, into which the five climb in. "So, what's the plan?"
"Well, we technically have a hostage of our own." Webby says, as the two girls grin. They had a plan...
One very clever cat and mouse chase, followed by one captured Ma Beagle later, and the kids victorious
"And that's how the Duck duo do it!" Webby and Rebecca high-four, right as Donald and Beakley enter, turning on the lights.
"Kids!" Donald rushes to the quadruplets, hugging them, relieved.
Beakley examines the rope work. "A slip stitch. Good choice, dears."
"Thanks Granny," Webby says, as Rebecca says, at the same time "Thanks Mrs. B."
"It's okay, Ma. I tried and that's what matters." Big Time says to Ma.
"Shut up, Big Time." Ma says scornfully.
"Why can't we have what they have?" Big Time asks desperately.
Back at the mansion, a few hours later...
"Gglglgbflhglggbh~" Ian bubbles as he works underwater, fixing the damage to the boat, before surfacing, spitting out some water. "Okay, that's the last of it. Hull should be nice and secure. Just, no more explosions. Or fires. In fact, don't even breathe on it Mr. Duck."
Donald waves him off as he listens to Beakley who is opening the fuse box.
"Now, flip the circuit on the boat's circuit and you'll have power." Beakley informs.
"Thanks, Mrs. B. Hey, how does a housekeeper know so much about electricity and tae kwan do?" Donald asks.
"Oh, simple. I'm a spy." Beakley says, to which both laugh uncomfortably.
"Nice of Funso's to lift the ban and give us all those free tokens, you know, to keep us from suing them." Huey says.
"Yep, the system works." Louie says.
"So, what should we do next?" Dewey asks.
"I don't know. Webby, sis, what do you want to play?" Huey says.
"Really?" Webby ask incredulously.
"You mean it?" Rebecca asks, touched.
"Any crazy thing you want." Louie says.
"Oh, how 'bout a nice game of Medieval Dungeon of Eternal Screaming!" Webby suggests.
"I'm on Webby's team!" The boys shout in unison.
"Sorry guys, but it's boys versus girls." Rebecca says as she dons a mask as well and pulls out an axe.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH~!" The boys scream in terror.