Before we go any further, I just want to say – I do not scare easily. I have been to space and back. I have flown more planes than the triplets have had hot dinners. I grew up being the only girl in the Duck family. I have looked death in the face on multiple occasions and yet when I woke up in a dark room with a splitting headache fear grabbed me round the neck.

"Donald?" I squeaked. "Donald!"

The lights switched on and I screwed my eyes shut. After a couple of seconds my eyes had adjusted and I saw…Bradley Buzzard standing in front of me.

"Bradley…" I said, completely confused. "W-what are you doing here?"

He looked at me with completely cold eyes and said, expressionlessly. "You just couldn't keep out of it, could you Miss Duck?"

I looked at him blankly. I can't remember exactly what he said next but it was something about being displeased about finding me going through their files and how he had to put a stop to it.

"Why?" I asked, not thinking clearly enough to see the connection between the pay discrepancies and the board of directors.

"Oh." He said, with a menacing smile. "You'll see soon enough." And glided off.

By this point I was aware enough to realise that I was in a jail cell of some sort. Immediately I tried to see if I could bend the bars but - on account of the fact I'm not Gizmoduck -there was no way that was ever gonna work. And I couldn't fit through the bars either on account of the fact I'm not a twig.

Just as I was sticking my hand through the bars to see if I could reach the lock, a voice boomed from the heavens. "I wouldn't try that Miss Duck. Not unless you want to make things even harder for your family than they already are."

I froze. Family. The Boys. Donald. What did he mean?

"I see that got your attention." The voice was mocking me now.

I kicked the bars. "What have you done with my boys!?" I yelled.

"You'll see." The voice said lightly, and then went away again. I screamed, I raved, I cried – though that was mainly from the pain in my foot – but none of it made any difference. Eventually I sat on the bed they'd been so KIND to provide and started to think.

Meanwhile back at McDuck manor things were starting to heat up. As I mentioned the boys and Webby had been left behind for their own safety. And it would have worked fine had Huey, of all ducks, not come up with a 'great' suggestion. The boys would go outside and see if they could 'track me down' and get any 'clues' as to where I'd gone. I think they've been watching too much Scooby-Doo. Anyway so they went outside – Huey armed with the JWG – which he made Louie hold - and a magnifying glass.

"Why are we doing this?" Louie asked as the four of them trotted outside.

"Do you want to find mom or don't you?" Huey said, abruptly.

So with that dealt with they started trying to 'track' me. From what I've heard Louie was already really upset and spent the whole time saying he wanted to go back inside. Huey was determined he and the JWG would be able to find me and refused to go back inside until he'd either found evidence or was satisfied there wasn't any evidence. So after about half an hour of this Louie snapped, screamed at Huey he was 'being a really stupid idiot!' and stormed back inside. Dewey immediately ran after him which left Huey and Webby outside.

"…Are we going after them?" Webby asked.

Huey frowned after his brothers, adjusted his cap and said, determinedly. "No. We carry on. Here. You hold the magnifying glass." And handed it to her.

So. Huey and Webby outside. Dewey and Louie inside. When the boys got inside it was to hear sounds of – and I quote – "Sounds like Uncle Donald yelling at our old headmistress." But – knowing Uncle Donald was out – they thought it might be me and went running to the kitchen to see what was happening.

Duckworth was in the kitchen, looking large and imposing as ever, trying to fight of about ten small ducks wearing ridiculous orange outfits.

"Wha' the-" Louie gasped as they skidded into the kitchen.

"DUCK!" Dewey yelled shoving Louie out the way as one of the orange freaks hurled the kettle at them.

They landed on top of each other awkwardly and half of the small orange freaks rushed towards them.

Duckworth let out a roar that was loud enough to nearly shatter the windows and lunged towards Dewey and Louie – presumably with the intention of throwing himself between them and the freaks.

The five other ones immediately leapt on his back and arms and Duckworth gave a bellow of rage before shaking them of easily, sending them flinging into the wall where they sunk down harmlessly.

Unfortunately that few seconds meant the other five grabbed the boys lifted them up above their heads and ran through the manor with them.

"HHHHHEEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!" The boys screeched.

Duckworth shot after them…well. Probably like that buffalo chased Mortimer back in Africa. Then the orange freaks did something admittedly clever. They split. So with one set going one way and one going another Duckworth was left with the horrible decision of choosing which one to try and save. He went after Dewey. He's been yelled at since then for going after Dewey – mainly by Huey and Dewey himself. To be honest I feel a bit sorry for Duckworth because I doubt he actually thought about his decision. He probably went after whichever one of the boys he thought would be easier to try and save – and that would be Dewey because he was being carried by two of the freaks instead of three.

So he managed to save Dewey by simply taking over the body of one of the freaks, dropping Dewey and then hitting the other freak. He then picked up Dewey – in the body of the freak he'd possessed – and ran with him to the nearest room with a lock, locked Dewey in said room and then re-possessed the body of the freak and ran outside to try and find Louie.

Back outside Huey and Webby were searching the grounds – to far away to hear any of the commotion.

"I don't think we're going to find anything." Webby said. "I think we should go back inside, wait for Uncle Scrooge-"

"-He's not your uncle!" Huey snapped and immediately realised he went to far. "Webby, I-"

Lower lip wobbling she ran off and Huey was left on his own. Apparently he would have gone after her but he heard the sound of running feet and a distant:

"Hhhhhheeeeeellllllpppppp!"

"Louie!" He ran of towards the sound. "Hold on, bud, I'm coming!"

So Huey skids round the corner just in time to see Louie being carried down the path by three freaks in suits.

"Wha' the-" He said, momentarily stopping before realising he didn't have time to momentarily stop and ran towards them with a:

"GET OF MY BROTHER!"

He then tackled one of the freaks, which caused the whole thing to collapse. So the other two ran off but Huey's lying on top of this one freak keeping him effectively pinned to the floor. Next to him Louie's gasping for air and it's at this moment that Duckworth appears next to them.

"Ah, Master Hubert." He said. "I see you've beaten me to it. Well done."

He carefully lifted Huey of the freak, flung the freak into the fountain and helped Huey up. "Are you alright Master Louie?" He asked

Poor Louie at this point was to traumatised to do anything except gasp and curl up into a small ball.

Cue Huey screaming that did Louie LOOK ALRIGHT!? And as to that WHERE'S DEWEY!?

"Master Dewford is fine. I locked him in the bathroom." Seeing Huey's look Duckworth added. "It was the nearest room with a lock." He then looked around and asked. "Where is Mistress Webbigail?"

Cue Huey paling.