Hey! I'm back, thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, it means a lot.

So. The final chapter of the camping trilogy. We're nearly out the woods now [both literally and figurately] so let's crack on and see what the Duck's are up to this morning…

See chapter 1 for the disclaimer and let's crack on.

27/10/2019

We're back home! Yes! I must admit, as fun as this little camping trip has been I am VERY pleased to see the boys again.

I'm glad we made it back in one piece. I mean, if it was stressful getting THERE it was even more stressful getting BACK. Cos basically as Donald and Gladstone put UP the tents it was decided me and Feathry would take them down again.

Donald and Gladstone hovered round a bit, saying 'helpful' things like. "Are you sure you'll be alright with that, guys?"

"We'll be fine." I said, in annoyance. "Just…go do something ELSE would you?"

"Like what?" Gladstone asked, and I tell you diary a lot of suggestions came to mind that I can't put down in writing.

Seeing my look, and having one of those weird moments when he reads my mind, Donald said. "C'mon Gladstone. Let's go fishing."

Gladstone looked surprised. "What? With me?"

Donald gave him A LOOK and said, sarcastically. "No. With the invisible man you're standing next to. YES, you, you idiot! C'mon!" And with that he picked up the fishing rods and marched off.

Gladstone watched him go, turned round, gave us a thumbs up and scurried after him.

I couldn't help laughing as I said to Feathry. "Why's he so annoying one moment and so…not the next?"

Feathry looked confused. "Are we talking about Donald or Gladstone?"

"Gladstone of course!"

Feathry shrugged. "I dunno. It's probably some sort of defence mechanism."

I must admit I'm still not sure about what he meant. I did try and get it out of him, but he remained strangely close-beaked. So wet set about taking the tents down and had just finished mine and Feathry's when we heard a commotion coming from over the river area and I had a strange feeling like my chest had suddenly become tighter and I felt suddenly dizzy and to top it all I could hear Feathry going.

"Are you okay Dells!? Dells!? Della!?"

After a few seconds the feeling passed and I stood up, swaying a little bit. "The…river…"

Feathry's looking at me like I lost my marbles. "What?"

I was already staggering off. "We've gotta get to the river!" I called back, and I as I was feeling better by the second I soon went from toddling, to walking, to running, with Feathry behind me going.

"Della, Slow down!"

"Feathry, keep up!" I shot back before skidding to a halt. Cos Gladstone was kneeling over Donald who was lying on the floor, both soaking wet and out of breath.

"Whoa!" That wasn't me that was Feathry, who looked both horrified and excited at the same time. "What happened!?"

"Genius…here…" Gladstone breathed jerking a thumb at Donald, who was still lying on his back on the grass. "Decided to go swimming while not properly AWAKE!"

"It…was not…a decision…it was…sleepwalking-"

"Whatever it was!" Gladstone snapped. "You nearly died, Donald Duck!"

"Hold on a minute!" Feathry said, in a truly BLIND moment. "Who saved him then?"

Cue us all giving him a LOOK.

"Can I just draw your attention, Feathry?" Gladstone said, with expert snarkiness. "To the SMALL fact that I am WET?"

I was touched. "You jumped in the river after him?"

"Of course!" Gladstone said, clearly genuially chocked we would think anything otherwise. "He's my cousin! Plus I'm used to this kind of thing-"

"You go jumping into rivers often, do you?" I said, teasingly. "A hobby for you is it?"

Gladstone gave me a half-hearted smile – probably cos he was still out of breath – and said. "Well, actually Dells-" He sat up gingerly. "-You laugh but, cos of my luck, I'm ACTUALLY in the position of saving people a lot more than you might think. It's quite ridiculous actually."

At that point Donald let out a loud groan and I hurried over to him and knelt down next to him. "How are you feeling?" Which has GOT to be one of the top ten stupidest questions I've ever asked in my lifetime. I mean, he's just nearly drowned, he's hardly going to be sunshine and roses is he?

Sure enough he, through heavy breathing, told me to f-off and attemoted to role over, probbay thinking he was still in bed.

Thankfully Gladstone was on the ball and stuck his arm out in order to stop him. "Whoa! Steady on Don-Tron, I don't plan on saving you again for a long time."

"…Shut up, Gladstone." Donald said, eyes still closed.

Gladstone rolled his eyes. "Is that thank you Gladstone for saving my life? Yes Donald, it was a pleasure. As I said, I don't plan on doing it again for a long time, so please try to AVOID sleepwalking near rivers for a little while-"

"Gladstone." I interrupted. "Can you help fetahry with the tents, please? I want to make sure Donald's alright."

Gladstone's eyes softened and he nodded before getting up – with some effort – and heading of towards the campsite, Feathry scurrying behind him talking 19 to the dozen as per usual.

I looked down at Donald. "He's gone. Do you need help to sit up?"

Donald nodded and I helped him sit up and then get to his feet. He wobbled unsteadily and I put my wing round his back to support him. I manged to get him down the hill again and then - with Feathry's help - to the car.

Gladstone by then had finished stacking the things in the car. "Are we alright to go?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yes, I think we'd better."

Feathry turned to Don, who had his head against the window, resting on the glass and said, loudly. "What do you think about that, Donny?"

Donald screwed his eyes up. "Shut up, Feathry." He said abruptly.

Feathry looked hurt and I quickly assured him. "It's just cos he's got a headache. Here – have some water." I said to my twin, who brushed me off quickly and with a low squawk.

"Haven't you got some headache tablets, Feathry?" Gladstone said from behind the wheel.

"Oh yes…" Feathry picked up his back-pack and started rummaging though it. "Well. They're migraine tablets actually but-"

"No." I said, immediately. "We'll get him some painkiller when we get back."

Donald let out a low groan and Gladstone said. "We can't wait that long…Feathry do me and favour and look in the glovebox, will you?"

"I don't think they'll be anything in there." He said, rummaging through the glovebox. "No…no, there's nothing in here-"

"-Leave it open!" Gladstone said, with thinly-veiled annoyance before reaching over with one hand and rummaging through the glove-box himself.

"I'm telling you there's nothi-" Feathery trailed off when Gladstone's hand came back out clutching a small packet of painkillers.

Gladstone gave him a look and passed the tablets back to me. "Here." He said. "Shove these down his throat."

So I promptly did so, and within fifteen minutes Donald's headache had gone. So happiness all around.

So, yes, as I said I was VERY pleased to be in the house again. And the boys where happy to see me as well. Huey was very keen to tell me all about his J.W.G. meeting – which Scrooge managed to get him to on time – and Dewey and Louie had managed to entertain themselves as well by the sounds of it. They presented us with a cake that they had apparently made themselves [though I suspect it was with Beakley's help] which we all happily had a slice off. Oh yes, that was the other thing, Gladstone and Feathry stayed for tea, at Beakley's insistence, much to Scrooge's displeasure. He took it in turns to glare at each off them at various point throughout the meal.

I did notice that while Huey and Dewey happily talked with Feathry, whenever Gladstone tried to engage Louie in conversation eh would brush him off. Eventually Gladstone took the hint and talked to Webby for a little bit. They got on quite well actually, surprisingly.

So yes, not a bad trip by all accounts. Definitely one for the books.