Chapter Two: The Walk Home...
Huey leaned against the wall, waiting for the weirdo kids to come walk them home from school. Not that they listened to that fact. "Are they even here yet Huey? Maybe we should just leave without them." Louie fretted as he glanced back at the near empty school.
Huey sighed as he once again reached up to tug on his nonexistent hat. "Give the scaredy chickens ten more seconds… then we'll head home without them."
"Hey! Who are you calling a scaredy-chicken?!" The leader of the other kids came storming up to them, his friends right behind him.
"You for some reason." Louie muttered too softly for anyone to hear him.
Well, his brothers and friend heard him, and quickly whacked him in response. The bullies arched their eyebrows up at him, but didn't ask about that. "Come on...let's go!" Webby broke at a run, sprinting down the street.
"Webby! Do you even remember which way we're headed!?" Huey yelled after his friend as he charged after her, the others falling in line behind him.
"You guys are weird." The leader of the group grumbled under his breath, just as Webby announced that she was heading home.
"Can we please just tell them the nice way instead of this way?" Dewey asked as he paused next to Webby at the stoplight.
"This way will be the better way to tell them. Cause then we get to see their faces right before we go inside." Louie pointed out as he lazily strolled past them.
"Let's just get going. Mrs. Bleakley said she'll have fresh cookies out of the oven once we get home." Huey tried to sound optimistic, glancing over at the bullies who were following close behind them.
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The large mansion rose up in front of them, the closed gate looking extremely intimidating the children. "Well? What are you waiting for? Find a way into the mansion!" The leader of the bullies glared at the group of four.
Huey shrugged, and then pushed the button on the intercom. "Hey? Mrs. Bleakley… we're home. Are the cookies ready?"
"If by cookies, you mean the fresh batch of chocolate chip with almond slices that I just pulled out of the oven? Yes they are." Mrs. Bleakley's voice came over the intercom. A buzzing sound filled the air as the gate swung open. "Welcome home children. Would you like a glass of milk with that? And your uncles say that you boys have to be in your individual rooms to do your homework. That way there is no cheating."
"Ok...thanks Granny!" Webby ran through the open gate, the triplets right on her heels.
Louie turned around to wave at the shocked bullies. "Thanks for walking us home! I'm sure Uncle Scrooge appreciates it!" He then ran into the mansion, the gate clanging shut behind him.
"What?!" They yelped as they stared after the four orphans.
Huey rolled his eyes, before closing the door shut. Mrs. Bleakley stood in the doorway, holding a tray piled high with the cookies, and four glasses filled with milk. "Here you go. Up the stairs now. Your rooms, homework first, then play. Dinner is at six o'clock sharp."
"Ok...thanks!" The children collected their snacks, before running up the stairs to the next floor.
Once they were up the stairs, they split up into four different rooms. Huey sighed as he sank down at the desk in his room, dropping his backpack onto the floor. "Home sweet home… now time for pre-algebra!"
He pulled out his homework, a grin settling on his face.
~Meanwhile with Louie~
'Ugh! Why do I have to do homework!?" Louie flopped onto the green covered bed that was in his room, dropping his backpack on the floor next to him.
~Meanwhile with Webby~
"Yes! Homework! This is soo exciting!" Webby used her grappling hook to swing herself up to the second floor of her room. Dropping her bag down, she knelt down and began to pull all six of her textbooks out. "I am going to have so much fun!"
~Meanwhile with Dewey~
"Teamwork makes for Dreamwork." Dewey hummed to himself as he dug through his backpack, looking for a writing utensil. Pausing in his search, he reached over and snagged up one of his cookies, placing it in his mouth. "Hmm… Mrs. Bleakley really outdid herself this time!"
~On the Moon, with Della~
Della held her hand out, a frown crossing her features as she concentrated. The TV sparked to life again, before flickering off. A sigh escaped her as she slid down the side of the heavily damaged rocket ship. A literal bubble of air was wrapped around her head, providing her oxygen...mainly because she hated the taste of the oxychews that Gyro had provided in the emergency supplies. At least she knew the perfect spell to provide her oxygen...and she had just enough power to make it last for as long as she had. Unfortunately, ten years without anything to eat or drink was starting to take a toll on her.
"Come on...if I can't hold onto the simplest tech spell...how am I gonna keep breathing up here?" As if to answer her question, a screech filled the air as the moon-mite reemerged, grabbing at the scrap metal that she needed for the rocket...to get to Paris or Hollywood; somewhere were her uncle and brother wouldn't find her, ever.
Groaning, she made sure that she had the black licorice flavored oxychews in her pocket just in case she longer could hold up the spell that was allowing her to breath, then grabbed a nearby steel pipe to use as a weapon. "You try to keep me from protecting my kids… I will BEAT you!"
A/N: Done! Um...yeah. Della is still trying to get home...and seems to think that her kids are in danger. (Anyone else note the lack of jstu saying boys?)
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