"This is it! My baby boys' first dates!" Della cheers, to the triplets embarrassment, her and Donald helping them get ready.
"Mom! It is not a date!" Dewey argues, wearing his blue suit.
"It is a simple get together of three brothers with three girls who are simply close friends, and will be spending the night together dancing together same as all other youths." Huey laughs nervously, wearing his red suit, still wearing his hat.
"Guh, why do I even have to go?" Louie complains, wearing his usual green suit.
"Because this means a lot to Webby and if you hurt her feelings she, and likely Mrs Beakley, will hurt all three of us?" Huey reminds, Louie deciding he is all in favour of going now.
"Della, please, the boys are nervous enough! They don't need their mother embarrassing them before the dance!" Donald argues.
"You forgot to say 'and during' the dance!" Della says.
"Wait, what?" Donald is confused.
"I volunteered us both as chaperones!" Della says, to Donald's shock and the boys' horror.
"W-what?!" The boys are mortified. Their mom would be there with them!? This was a nightmare!
"Della. Did you just say 'both of us'?" Donald asks.
"Yup, you and I, Donnie, are going to watch our boys go on their first date!" Della puts an arm around Donald, pulling him close as she gets teary eyed. "My baby boys are growing up so fast!" As she wipes a tear of joy away.
The boys are beet red. They wished they could just die right now. Though they know if they did, Beakley would probably bring them back just so she could kill them again.
"Ah phooey..." Donald sighs, as he had had different plans tonight. "Daisy is not going to be happy..." He sighs and calls his girlfriend. "Hey, Daisy? Yeah, about tonight-"
"Yeah, sorry Donnie, I, uh, something came up. I have to fill in for someone at work tonight." Daisy answers, a stroke of luck seeming to have occurred for Donald for once.
Donald almost sighs with relief, but catches himself. "Oh, uh, that's too bad. Maybe tomorrow night?"
"Hopefully. See you then." As the call ends.
Donald let's out a huge sigh of relief. That was close.
Della pats her brother on the back hard. "Now you're free for tonight!" She says cheerfully. "So, where are the girls?"
"I think Webby is getting dressed and Lena and Violet are coming over in a bit." Huey says.
There is a knock on the door, to which Duckworth answers. It is Lena and Violet, who come in. The boys are stunned, especially at how well Lena cleaned up, her hair done up a bit and styled with some curls, almost unrecognizable save for the pink bit that is her trademark. Violet's hair had been straightened some and french braided.
"Ooh, you girls look great! So, who's taking who?" Della comments.
"Mom!" The boys blush.
"I believe I will be partnered with Hubert, whilst Lena shall be partnered with Llewellyn." Violet says.
"Then that means Webby is the lucky girl who gets to go with my dear Dewey." Della comments as she ruffles Dewey's hair, Dewey flustered.
"Speaking of which, where is Pink?" Lena asks, still a bit embarrassed.
"Coming!" Webby says as she comes down the stairs. In addition to her dress, she was wearing pink eyeliner and had her hair done up in a hanging ponytail.
Lena's heart, once again, skips a beat. Webby looked gorgeous, more so than before. "W-wow, Pink, you look, um, g-great..." Blushing brightly.
"Thanks Lena, so do you and Violet!" Webby says cheerfully.
Violet bows lightly. "Thank you Webbigail."
"Y-yeah, uh, thanks Pink..." Lena blushes. Why? Why was she paired with Louie? She wanted Webby! But no, Webby just HAS to be paired with Dewey of all people! He didn't deserve her! Webby was hers!
"So, we going?" Dewey asks.
"Yup! Come on kids! Let's get you to your first dates!" Della cheers as she drags Donald to the car.
"IT'S NOT A DATE!" The boys shout out as they and the girls follow.
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At the dance...
The kids exit the limo, in their designated pairs, and approach the entrance as Donald and Della join them. There are easily a hundred other youths, likely more, and dozens of volunteers. As they approach the entranceway, they see an all too familiar figure, clad in military green clothing, checking people in, was Boone. He looks up and smiles at the family.
"Ah! McDucks! You made it! Starting to think Mr McDuck called us for no reason." He jests.
"You're, still wearing your usual attire?" Webby asks, kinda surprised.
"Yeah. I refuse to wear a suit and tie, or anything else more formal than a polo shirt and dress pants." He explains. "But, at least I am identifiable." He shows his security armband and volunteer ID badge as if that was much better.
"So, whatcha doin'?" Della asks, Donald just staring at the Toppat nervously. He was well aware the Toppat had saved his family's lives the other month, and was grateful, but the otter's imposing presence and figure was still intimidating.
"Door duty. For now. Just making sure no on on the blacklist gets in." He says, looking through the guest list.
"Who's on that?" Dewey asks.
Everyone just looks up in obvious realization and says, at once. "Beagle Boys..."
"Anyways, I should check you guys in. Let me see..." He flips through. "Hubert, Dewford, and Llewellyn* Duck. Yep, and nice suits boys." He compliments. "Okay, Webbigail Vanderquack, and Lena and Violet Sabrewing, here as well and likely to steal the other girls' partners." He jests as a compliment. "And let's see. Chaperones... Ah, Donald and Della Duck. Yep, you eight are clear to enter. Please enjoy." He says, letting them through.
The kids do chuckle at his casual demeanor as they enter and see the main area. The venue is grand and alive, people talking to each other, dancing some, etc. Seems main events are yet to happen, and it is mainly mingling. Everyone most does their own thing. Dewey goes to dance, as does Webby. Violet goes to talk with some other youths. Louie goes over to the refreshments table. Huey goes to a semi-secluded area to try and quick read up on how to act around a girl, panicking. And Lena just sorta hangs out, embarrassed. Donald and Della talk with some of the other adults, Della immediately embarrassing Donald by referring to the dance as a 'date', as it confuses the other adults.
Time passes and pretty much all participants have arrived, including a few unwanted, who are swiftly taken care of...
"Out! Out!" Cross says as she drags Bully Beagle, who still counts as Black listed, to the front door, before throwing him to the curb. "And stay out!" As she then dusts off her hands and closes the doors. "Don't these pricks take a hint?"
"Hey, come on! Not like they've done anything too bad yet." Dave says.
"Ugh, just shut it..." As she returns to the main area.
Boone, who has since ceased door duty, is checking when he notices Huey nose-deep in the JWG, goes over. "Ahem?"
"Um, uh, o-one second." Huey says nervously.
"Kid, what are you doing? You need to be enjoying yourself."
"I can't! I have zero clue how to spend time with *gulp* a girl..." Huey says terrified.
"And yet you spend time with Webbigail..."
"That is different! She is like a sister! A friend! Not like a, well, a-"
"Love interest? Date? Girlfriend?"
Huey nods.
Boone sighs, holds his hand out. "Hand me the book, it won't help you here..." Huey is apprehensive, so Boone kneels down to eye-level. "Kid, relax. Just be yourself. You'll find your rhythm sooner or later. Please, just hand me the book, I'll hold on to it for the rest of the night for you. Okay?" Boone smiles. "You trust me, don't you?"
Huey nods, and sighs, hands it over, Boone putting it in a pocket, patting Huey's shoulder.
"Good kid. Now go and enjoy yourself." Boone says, sending Huey off as he stands up and goes over to the side to watch. So far, the dance was going off without a hitch. However, things were about to get, interesting...