Hey! I'm back. Thank you to Steampunk Wilson and KaliAnn for reviewing the last chapter, as well as tonofthebalence and Mighty Agamemnon for reviewing as well.

See chapter one for disclaimer and let's carry on. If anyone has any ideas for scenes they'd like to see, feel free to either leave it in a review of PM me.

11/01/2020

Well, today was intresting. It all started last week when Huey brought back a note from his JWG leader saying that this week [I.E. today] Huey's troop would be running a lemanade stand in the park. The idea would be the children would work within a small team to raise money for charity and the team who won the highest amount of money would recieve a certificate, a badge [the 'Charitable Deeds' badge] and have their photo put in the local paper. As you can imagine Huey was determined to win it.

"I can frame it!" He said, multiple times. "Put it above my bed! AND I can add the photo to my scrapbook!"

Scrooge beamed. "Tha's the spirit, lad!" He said, happily. "We'll make an entrapenour out of you yet!"

Donald scowled at him from the other end of the table. "It's a CHARITY event, Uncle Scrooge." He pointed out. "They don't get to keep the money."

"Ah knoow that!" Scrooge snapped. "It's leadership skills, I'm talkin' about laddy!" Because part of this thing was that Huey would be in charge of a small team of 3 kids which he was very excited about, mainly because he'd requested to be with Boyd and Violet and was looking forward to it.

"Just enjoy it, Huey dear." Autie Beakley said, in that maternal way of hers.

"And we'll be there to cheer you on." I said.

Literally everybody, except Donald, turned to look at me in horror.

"What, all of us?" Dewey said, faintly.

"Yes, all of us."

"Not me though." Louie said, looking desperate. "I'm still recovering!"

I glared at him. "Louie." I said, firmly. "You have a broken arm, not a broken leg. There's no reason you can't watch your brother in his event. I'm sure if it were the other way round Huey would support you."

"I sure would!" Huey said, giving Louie a brotherly pat on his good arm. "I'd be there with a camera ready to put it in the scrapbook."

There was a beat and the Louie said. "Yeah, you see, this is why I'm never going to invite you to anything."

"You'd have to actually DO something first before you can not invite him to it." Dewey said, snarkily.

Louie glared at him. "Shut up Dewford!" And so the argument carried on till Donald yelled at them to shut up.

Anyway. That was that. Then a few days after THAT conversation Huey came back from his JWG meeting practically simmering with anger.

"I can't believe it!" He yelled, slamming the door behind him.

Myself and Donald both jumped and I fumbled to switch of the TV at the same time Donald said. "What's wrong, Huey?"

"They put me with Morty and Millie!" Huey said, in disgust.

I perked up at the mention of the name. "Mickey and Minnie's nieces and newphews?"

"Yes." Huey said, flinging himself in the middle of us, arms still folded and pouting like you wouldn't believe. "And I'M in charge of them! The pair of them are new, they have NO idea what they're DOING! Huey sunk back dramatically into the chair. "It's over! I'm never going to get that certificate!"

"Maybe not." Donald said, thoughfully, as I pulled my son in for a hug. "But it'll be good experience, won't it? For when you lead your own troop?"

Huey considered, then nodded and snuggled into me a bit more. Ah...I can't believe I missed a decade of this...

Anyway, ignoring THOSE thoughts - cos we don't want to go down THAT path - when we finally made it to the park a week later it was to see that they had pulled out all the stops and had two lemanade stands at opposite ends of the park. We'd walked past one on the way in but the other was smack-bang in the middle of the playground.

"Hi-yah, Huey!" A cheery voice said and I looked to see a tall beaver in a scoutmasters uniform waving enthusiatically at us.

"Hi Scoutmaster Beaver!" Huey said, waving back.

The scoutmaster gave a wide grin and said. "Just join the others and I'll tell you what groups you're in."

So off Huey went and it took about...thirty seconds? For Dewey and Louie to complain [very loudly] that they were SO BORED and could they go and play?

"Sure." I said. "Yell if anything goes wrong."

Severel of the parents gave me weird looks and Donald took the opportunity to hiss into my ear. "Just a TIP...DUMBELLA...It's not generally seen as OKEY for you to tell your kids to just 'yell if something goes wrong'."

"Oh." I said and considered yelling after them to forget it but realised this might make me seem even more mental so decided to just forget it.

So after a small debate between Donald and myself it was decided he would watch Huey while I made sure Dewey and Louie didn't injure themselves while playing because APPARENTLY that's a thing now.

Anyway, I found Louie sitting glumly on a bench looking at some stupid video on his phone. "What are you doing?" I asked, sitting next to him.

He shrugged. "Watchin' stuff."

"You know." I said, meaningfully. "You could play on stuff instead of watching that trash."

Geez, I sound just like my mother...

Louie gave me a flat look and said. "What? With a broken arm?"

Okey, fair point. A fair point that I countered with: "You could watch Huey?"

"Oh yeah." Louie said, sulkily. "Watch Hubert sell tiny cups of lemanade for 25 cents a cup. Sounds awsome."

I gave up and asked. "Where's Dewey?"

"Up there." Louie said, pointing.

I looked up and saw Dewey climbing a big spider-web thing and getting very, very high.

"Is he alright?" I found myself asking, worridly, despite the fact that not even half an hour before I'd been happily waving them off.

Louie looked up, then immediatly went back to his phone with a dismissive. "He'll be fine. He's racing Ferdie."

I saw Dewey nearing the top and said, dryly. "He's winning."

"Yeah, well, Ferdie's only ten." My youngest said, still looking at that flippin' PHONE.

I nodded and then it clicked. If Morty and Ferdie where here that means that Mickey and Minnie may be to. So I went on the hunt for them.

Well, Mickey wasn't there, but Minnie was talking animatedly into her phone. I only heard a little bit of the conversation, but the bit I heard went like this:

"-Daisy, you're just going to have to do it without me!" There was a silence then Minnie said, exasperatedly. "Well mix it together and tell her it's a new shade! Look I don't have TIME for this now, I'm supposed to be supervising the kids, okey? Goodbye!" And she ended the call with such force, I was surprised her finger didn't go through the screen.

"Trouble with Daisy?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, I love her to bit but sometimes-" Then she realised who she was speaking to and squealed. "Della!" Before throwing her arms around me. Which I thought was a bit over the top, to be honest. [Or OTT as the kids say now.]

"It's been AGES since I've seen you!" She exclaimed. I would have debated that point, had she not steamrolled on with: "Sorry about that call, but it's, like, I leave the boutique in the care of Daisy for, like, 2 hours and she's ALREADY messed it up! I've had to ring Clarabelle and Horace and ask THEM to go in and even now they've arrived she's, like, STILL calling me, and I just think I'm going to HAVE to switch my phone off -"

"Where's Mickey?" I asked, more than slightly abruptly.

She blinked at me, then said, like I was stupid for even asking. "At home, Dells. Recovering. he still feels very weak."

"Has he had any visitors?"

"Pete and the kids came over for a little bit a few days MORTIMER turned up today..." Minnie took a deep breath. "Thankfully it was the exact time I that I needed to take the kids here. So I didn't have to pretend to be polite for to long. But..." She gave a dainty shrug.

Ah yes. The infamous Mortimer/Minnie/Mickey debacle continues. I don't get why either Mickey or Minnie don't kick him out considering he's such a massive pain in the ass, but there's a reason the two of them have a reputation for being the nicest people around. If it was me I'd have just punched him in the snout.

So me and Minnie had quite a nice afternoon talking and generally whittling away the hours. [Does that count as a JWG joke? I'm gonna count it as a JWG joke.] I feel a bit guilty actually, Minnie's not actually as annoying as I remember her being. Then again, she's not got Daisy with her, so maybe that has something to do with it? Who knows, anyway, it was nice, is my point.

We were having such a good discussion I pretty much managed to tune out the world until I heard an angry. "HUBERT DUCK!"

Me and Minnie both snapped our heads round to see a small, round child in a JWG outfit storming towards Huey's stand, where I could NOW see five children, not three, were standing behind it, all looking somewhat alarmed.

Huey himself looked like he was debating between running for his life and doing a Donald and just yelling.

The fat child slammed his fist on Huey's stall and bellowed in his face. "YOU STOLE MY WORKERS!"

"Team-mates." Boyd corrected, in a suprisingly dry tone. "I believe the correct term is Team-mates."

"Whatever!" The child screeched. "You stole 'em!"

While the scoutmaster hurried over, Huey steadied himself and said calmly. "I didn't STEAL them, Doofus, they came to me because they didn't like the way you were treating them."

"Is there a problem?" The scoutmaster said, which I thought was a pretty stupid question because, HELLO? Of COURSE there was a problem!

"Huey stole my workers!" Doofus snapped.

"DOOFUS drove his workers away and is now demonstrating threatening behaviour!" Huey fired back. "Which is against Rule number 4 of the J.W.G which is, and I quote, 'Junior Woodchucks's should treat each other in a positive manner' and it's also against Rule number 5 which is, and I quote, 'Junior Woodchuck's should not demonstrate threatening behaviour towards each other'."

Doofus spluttered a bit and then snapped. "What about the rule that says you can't steal workers-"

"There isn't one." Scoutmaster Beaver said, his authorive voice shutting Doofus up immediatly. "However Hubert is quite right in what he says and because of that, Doofus Drake, I will have to ask your mother to remove you from the group."

Boyd smiled, which caught the attention of Doofus [rather an appropriate name I think]. "Don't know what you're smiling at." He snarled. "He just said Mother will remove us BOTH-"

"Actually, Doofus, I didn't say that." the scoutmaster said, with an admirable level of calmness. "I just said YOU will be removed. Now, come with me-" And the pair of them walked over to what I assume was Doofus's mother.

I saw Huey visably exhale, and he put his head in his hands and kinda sank onto the table a bit. The rest of his team [which was made up of, Morty, Millie, Boyd and Violet] patted him on the back and congratulated him.

Dewey bounded up to him and stole Huey's hat of his head, which at least made Huey look up and snatch it back with a: "That is part of my offical scout uniform, Dewford!"

"That was awsome." Louie said. "I filmed the whole thing, look." And waved his phone in Huey's face.

"You can't film at these things!" Huey said, exasperatly, before lowering his voice and adding. "Can you send it me?"

A beat and then. "Done." From Louie.

"Well done, Huey." Donald said. "You dealt with that very well."

"Very well." I echoed, feeling very proud.

The scoutmaster [who I discovered was called Casper. He seems very nice. He has quite a few muscles.] came back and announced that he felt that, in the light of events, they'd better end the fundrasier there. The kids were quite disappointed but, considering by that point it looked like it was about to rain, the parents all went: 'Yeah, that seems a good idea. Shame about the incident, see you next meeting.' and took their children away.

I was 'on a high' as Gladstone would say, and asked if Minnie and the kids wanted to come back to ours for a bit, but by that point she'd had a message from Mickey telling her that Mortimer had finally effed of [2 and a half hours!] so she decided she'd take the kids back.

All in all it was a pretty good day. Anyway, I have to go, it's nearly midnight and I'm quite tired.

See you next time, diary!