Okay! So, where were we? Oh yes – Webby had just ran off and the boys had just been attacked by a group of freaks in orange suits.

I didn't know any of this had happened until Bradley Stupid Buzzard appeared back at my cell with a slimy. "And how ARE you, Miss Duck?"

I glared at him. "Well, you know. I've been trapped in better cells. I was once trapped in one that was made of solid gold. That was in Egypt - you couldn't have sprung for a water fountain or something?"

He glared back at me. "I would advise AGAINST sarcastic comments, Miss Duck. They may affect how we treat your family."

My heart leapt into my mouth and I clutched at the bars while growling. "I swear if you've hurt my boys…"

He flung his arms into the air somewhat dramatically and said, mockingly. "The boys, the boys! It's all about the boys! Does this little cherub not mean anything to you? Stealbeak!"

I was about to say there was no way on earth I'd ever describe Stealbeak as a 'cherub' but the words stilled when I saw Webby being frog-marched in. Her eyes were red and she kept looking around nervously while rubbing her arm.

"Webby!" I exclaimed. "What are you going to do with her?"

Buzzard didn't give me an answer but simply had Stealbeak shove poor Webby into another cell before locking her in with a flourish. Honestly - a flourish. It was like they'd been reading 'How to be a villain 101' Then they left us alone. And – look, I'm not an idiot. I know they were probably recording the conversation but I couldn't leave the poor girl completely alone, could I?

"What happened?"

There was quite a long silence – to the point I was starting to get quite worried – then a small sniffle and a: "Stealbeak grabbed me when we were looking for clues."

Clues? What does she – ah. Hold on. "Huey's idea?" I asked.

Another sniffle then. "Yeah. Huey's idea. Louie got annoyed and stormed off. Dewey followed. Me and Huey looked around for a bit and then…split up. And Stealbeak grabbed me."

You know when you know you're not being told something? Yeah. I had that feeling. But no matter how much I probed Webby's beak remained firmly shut. It was really annoying to be honest. I don't like not KNOWING stuff!

So we sat in silence for ages and then out the blue Webby said. "I hope granny's okay."

I scoffed. "Your granny will be fine. Trust me."

"But she is getting kinda old…"

Oh, I'm so glad Beakley wasn't around to hear that! Beakley is….well. I don't know how old Beakley is but I would guess about…70? I don't know. No idea. But anyway – that's not the point. I was like:

"Look, Webby. No matter how old you get your granny is still able to kick tailfeathers. She'll be fine."

And Webby went. "I guess…" Like she thought I was lying to her or something. I let it drop.

SO. There's two things going on, one - back at the mansion Duckworth is trying to phone either Beakley or Scrooge to let them know he can't find Webby. And failing because neither of them where picking up there phone.

Two – Donald, Mickey and Goofy are driving round near Funso's to see if I'm there. Their conversation is going something like this.

Mickey: I'm…not sure we're gonna find her, fellas.

Donald: [snapping] We'll find her!

Goofy: Gawsh, it sure is dark.

Donald: Well, that might have SOMETHING to do with the fact it's now quatre past 2 in the morning!

Mickey: Maybe we should get out the car and look?

Gooofy: You mean split up?

Mickey: Well no, because then one of us might get kidnapped. We should stick together but get out the car so we can look better.

There was a pause and then Goofy was like: I think it'd be better if we all split up.

Mickey: [firmly] Well, I think it'd be better if we all stuck together-

Donald: - CAN WE JUST GET GOING!? Della may be dead in a ditch somewhere!

Goofy: I'm sure she'll be fine Donald. After all, this is Della we're talking about, right Mickey?

Mickey: [Rather ominously] Well, there's a first time for everything.

A beat then.

Donald: Aw, she's dead! [Starts sobbing]

Goofy: [patting his back] I'm sure she isn't.

Donald: [Let's out a wail and buries his beak in Goofy's shirt.] I've lost her again! I'm the worst brother ever!

Goofy: [Still patting his back] Aw, c'mon Donald, you know that's not true! Who looked night and day for her when she left?

Donald: …Me.

Goofy: Who raised her sons to be well-rounded members of society?

Donald: …Me.

Goofy: And who's done his best to make her feel at home now she's back?

Donald: Me.

Goofy: And who's out here now searching for her in the middle of the night?

Donald: [Confidently] Me! Yeah! [They high-five and turn to Mickey with hands outstretched.]

Goofy: Aw, c'mon Mick, you've gotta join in!

So Mickey gave a reluctant sigh and the three of them high-fived.

Donald: Woo! Let's go!

Mickey: [alarmed] Hold it fellas!

So Don and Goofy 'held it' and looked at Mickey like he'd lost his marbles.

Mickey: How about we search in there? [Points at Funso's.]

Goofy: …I don't think Della will be in there, Mick.

Mickey: It's not so weird. It's been raining, she may have come this way and then looked for shelter?

Goofy: [Sceptically] And broke into Funso's Fun Zone to do it?

Mickey: We should at least check!

Donald: Don't be ridiculous! I say we check by the harbour!

Mickey: Mrs Beakley's doing that! I say we check Funso's!

[Donald opens his beak to argue, but Goofy stops him]

Goofy: [cheerfully] Whatever you say, Mick!

Mickey: Thank you! [Heads of towards Funso's]

I should say that by this point Donald was completely confused and looked sidewards at Goofy who tapped the side of his nose, a gesture which Donald knew meant 'trust me'. So he did.

And that was the thing that ultimately saved mine and Webby's life.