Hey! I'm back! Thanks to Steampunk Wilson, tontheoffbalence and KaliAnn for reviewing the last chapter.

Quick note about this chapter. I apologise because I know I left the last chapter on a cliff-hanger and is comparison this chapter doesn't have much proper action at all. It's basically a set-up chapter, but I need it because without it the future chapters won't make much sense. So I hope you enjoy anyway. I promise it'll pick up after this chapter.

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

So as I said. Something knocked me over the back of the head and all went black. That was the very bad news. The very good news – and the thing in hindsight that probably saved my tailfeathers - was that I was on the phone to Scrooge McDuck at the time who, upon hearing the sudden silence, was left in the middle of the Mouse's mansion going.

"Della? Della, lass? Della!" After a few seconds he realised that wasn't working, hung up and started yelling. "LAUNCHPAD! LAUNCHPAD!" Cue Scrooge whacking people out the way with his cane while screaming Launchpad's name.

Ten minutes later my uncle was yelling at poor Launchpad to "Drive faster, laddy!" as they sped through the streets. Then they pulled up at the house, Scrooge leapt out and ran into the house yelling. "DELLA! Della, lass!"

"Uncle Scrooge!" Donald ran downstairs, looking frenzied. "I can't find Della anywhere! She's missing!"

So Scrooge immediately sent Launchpad back to get Mrs Beakley, Webby and the boys while Donny phoned the police.

The police and Launchpad got back about the same time, which was good because the police were able to help search the grounds for me. Obviously, I wasn't there. Scrooge then demanded the police search wider. The head police officer then said they couldn't do that because I hadn't been missing 24 hours.

Cue Donald yelling that if they waited 24 hours I might "Be dead and buried you idiots!"

Cue the boys simultaneously bursting into tears. And this is one of the times that Donald's speech impediment works FOR him rather than AGAINST him because the police couldn't understand him but clearly didn't want to admit this so they just went.

"Well, that may be so, sir but rest assured we'll try our best to find your sister." So off they trotted.

Scrooge slammed the door after them. "Fat lot of help they were!" He said.

Then Donald's phone rang. "WHAT!?" He yelled into it.

"…Doooonnnnaaaaaalllllllddddddd…" It was Fethry.

Donald massaged his fore-head. "Fethry. This really isn't a good time-"

"Fethry!?" Scrooge leapt across the room, yanked the phone out of my twins hand and yelled into it.

"Where a' you!? It does not take tha' long ta travel from Mickey's to ma hoose!

So what had happened was that the limo couldn't fit the entire family in it because it's not a bus. So Fethry, Gladstone and Gus – who had all been invited to Mickey's New Year's do – drove back in Gus's car. They'd stopped on the way to pick up Abner - who'd stayed behind to look after Grandma - and were now on their way to McDuck manor. They should be about another half an hour.

"Why did you pick Abner up!?" Scrooge snapped. "The lad's about as useful as a chocolate teapot!"

"Thanks UNCLE Scrooge." Abner drawled. "Remind me to 'ave that inscribed on ma head-stone."

Scrooge spluttered and squawked a bit, embarrassed because he hadn't realised he was on speaker. Donald took the opportunity to pluck the phone out of his hand and ask. "Who's looking after grandma?"

"Don't worry." Gladstone said, airily. "A nurse just HAPPENED to be walking outside her place when we got there. She offered to stay and look after grandma. Lucky that, wasn't it?"

"She were very keen to do it." Gus said.

"'specially when I told 'er Scrooge McDuck would be payin'." Abner added.

"WHAT!?" Scrooge bellowed.

"He's joking!" Feathry said, hastily.

"Yeah, god forbid you should actually PAY for something." Abner said, knowing full well he was winding Scrooge up.

Donald hung up before Abner could say anything else.

So they phoned Gyro, Fenton and Quackfaster and told them to go and search the money bin for me and also to look at the camera's. The money bin has camera's at the entrance I should point out. For all of Scrooge's cheapness he's not cheap enough to NOT have camera's guarding the massive pile of cash. Anyway Gyro said that he and Fenton would as soon as he got there.

"Why does Doctor Gearloose need Mr Fenton to go with him?" Webby asked.

"He doesn't." Was Beakley's deadpan reply.

At that precise moment there was a knock at the door. Thinking it was me Donald ran towards it and flung it open. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN YOU STUPID IDIOT!?" He yelled.

There was a beat and then Goofy said slowly. "Er…are you alright, Donald?"

So Donald facepalmed and brought him and Mickey up to speed.

"Gawsh, that's awful!" Goofy gasped.

"Awful." Mickey echoed.

Donald looked at him. "Haven't you got a party to be hosting?"

"This is clearly more important." Mickey said, somewhat condescendingly. Goofy gave him a surprised look and even Mickey seemed taken aback as he hurried to say. "Sorry fellas. I didn't mean it. Anyhow, I have a suggestion, Donald. Why don't you, me and Goofy drive round and look for Della? After all if she was ill she may have wondered out the manor accidently?"

This was an interesting point that no one had thought of. And a good one as well, so Mickey suggested that we split up and did a search of the places in Duckberg. So it was decided that Donald, Mickey and Goofy would drive round near where Funso's is. The Boys and Webby would stay at the manor in case I came back and also cos Donald didn't want them wandering round Duckberg at past midnight. Scrooge and Launchpad would go out in the limo and look towards the St Canard way and Beakley being Beakley would go near the harbor and look for me there.

To be fair even if I had been ill and wandered out the manor it was unlikely I would have got as far as any of those places – at least not without taking a train. But the point is the search party was on and everyone was somewhat happy cos it meant that something was finally being DONE. Not that it would ultimately do any good, because we've worked out that it was about this time that I was waking up.