Dewey was sitting around, chilling on his phone. His eyes were glued to the screen. Louie was watching over Deweys shoulder as he played this game called, 'Among the Ducks.' It was a really addictive game and they could not pull their eyes from it.

Della was just walking in with tea and cookies for the boys when she saw this. She growled a little as it was a beautiful day. She placed the tray down and stared at them. They should go and have fun, and their mom should enforce this, but she decided to just tap her foot.

They looked up and didn't even need her to say anything. She had a serious look on her face, and was staring down at them like a mighty giant. They laughed nervously, got off the couch, and slowly walked to the door. The two fourteen year olds walked through it and went to the front door. This was one of the six rooms they have.

It was a spacey house. Four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a giant kitchen and living space. It was nice. Nothing like the mansion, but still, nonetheless, nice. The boys shared a room while Webby slept in her own room. However, usually Dewey or Louie snuck in there to say hello and play games. Mrs. Beakley shared a room with Launchpad. They got into a few arguments, but they were fine. And finally, Della and Donald shared a room. It made sense since they were brother and sister.

They did have a second story, though. The staircase had white railings with amazing boarded steps. It had the most amazing little carvings in it that were hand made. It was amazing. It was incredible what ducks could do. Wooden steps were green, though. But it looked pretty.

The kitchen consisted of a 30 foot long counter. It came with an oven and microwave, but they had to take their own dishwasher and fridge. What was cool about the kitchen though, Is that there was a little hatch in the wall. No one but the kids knew about it, and they deemed this their hideout.

The upstairs is where the living space is. Really it was a giant movie theater, but this is where they all came to chat. They usually played games and had a lot of fun up there. They would love to watch some Darkwing Duck, especially Beakely and Launchpad. It was fun. The house was basically a mansion, especially since they inherited Scrooge's fortune.

Louie and Dewey walked out the front door, which was a velvet red and green for the handle. It was a beautiful door. Louie and Dewey didn't spend so much time admiring it though, for they went out for adventure.

As soon as they left through the gate, they were greeted by a weird storm kid. They were in Storkburg after all. "Ooh, the McDuck family."

Louie smiles and laughs nervously. "Yeah," he started nervously. "That's us."

The kid rejoices. "I'm so happy to finally meet you." He says with glee. "I have always wanted to meet you guys."

Dewey slowly starts to back away. "Listen, who are you?"

"Right, where are my manners." The kid shakes his head. "I'm Martial Stork." The kid sticks his hand out.

Louie puts his hand to the kids. "Well then… nice meeting you."

Dewey nods. "Yeah, nice to meet new people."

Martial then turns away and looks at them. He motions for them to follow him. "Come on."

Louie and Dewey look at each other and shrug. They start to follow him through the city, waiting to see where he is taking them. They were so eager to know that it was hard for Dewey to hold it in. Louie was an expert at holding his emotions in, though.

They arrived at a weird temple-like stadium. It had four pillars, stone seats for an audience, and a triangular roof. It was kinda like Lena's old place before she moved in with Violet. Dewey felt suspicious about this.

The kid sat down on a rock bench and looked at the mystified boys. He frowned as soon as he realized that they were confused. "Something wrong?"

Dewey nods and stares at him. "Sorry… it's just you remind me of a dark past."

Martial sighs. "Sorry if I bothered you." He looked down.

Louie nudged Dewey in the side. "Good going, man. You made him sad." Louie walked over to Martial. "Hey, I love it here. Don't know about him, but I love it here."

Martial looks up with a smile. "Thanks. My parents died when I was five." He was on the verge of tears. "I've just never had anyone to take care of me or be friends with."

Louie drops down and hugs him. "It's ok." He started. "We'll be your friends."

Martial pops his head up. "Really?"

Louie nods. "Just don't betray us."

The kid jumped up and rejoiced. "Oh, I won't."

Dewey shrugs. "Anyway… what are we going to do?"

The kid looked at him with a smile, but before he could answer, three storks walked up behind him. One was hefty and had a lot of muscle. The other one reminded Louie and Dewey of Big Time. The other one was kinda skinny and nerdy.

The big one walked up to Martial. "Hey, got our food today." It was really more of a demand than a question.

Martial gulped. "Yep. Just don't hurt me, Malvada."

The hefty guy laughs. He then notices Louie and Dewey. "Who are they?" He points at them.

They both smile. "Your worst nightmare." Responds Louie.

They then jump into action. Dewey jumps up and heads straight for the guy's face. He ends up kicking him and sends him into a wall, moaning at the pain. He rubs his forehead as his other goons start walking up to Dewey and Louie.

The skinny one throws a punch but misses, and instead gets a punch to the stomach from Louie. The skinny one then grabs a random rock and hits it on Dewey's head. Louie looks at his unconscious brother and clenched his fist.

Louie grabs a rock, smashes it against the skinny one's head, and sends him to the ground. The other two storks look at the boy with worry in their eyes. They didn't expect the boys to be so strong.

"Who are you two?" Asks the hefty man.

Louie laughs. "I'm Louie Duck and this is Dewey Duck from the McDuck family or Clan McDuck."

The two get scared as soon as they hear the name. The one that looks like Big Time grabs the fallen storm and starts walking towards a boat that they rode there. He looked back one last time.

"You'll regret this!" He called out.

Louie shrugs. "Doubt it."

They all get in the boat and row away. The hefty one gets out his phone and dials a few numbers. He puts the phone to his ear. "Hello, boss."

"Yeah." Someone replied through the phone. The voice was grim and rasp.

"Yeah, the McDuck family is here, in Storkburg."

"WHAT! Those Ducks hold Lena, Magica's niece. Get the others and come after them Malvada."

"Yes boss." The hefty man left the phone call and dialed more numbers. The phone rang and he put it up to his ears. "Hello, Men, grab the boys and head towards these coordinates."

Louie was walking through the street, right next to Martial. They were just having a simple chat as they walked. However, there is never an unsuspicious moment with the McDuck family.

Dewey was watching them. He was skeptical of Martial, especially since the goons showed up when they got there. He just couldn't take Lena from his mind. She was a terrible thing that happened, even though she ended up being good in the end.

Dewey watched them, waiting to see when Martial would make his first move. However, Dewey didn't know he preferred secret. Dewey was watching him closely, unknowing of the evil presence behind him.

Before Dewey knew it, he was swooped up into a hold. He kicked and turned, and finally broke his mouth free. "Help!"

Louie and Martial turned around to see the three goons from earlier and many more goons. They were outnumbered. However, Louie jumped at the hefty man holding Dewey and kicked him in the face.

Dewey slipped from under the man's arms and kicked the one that looked like Big Time in the face. The skinny one gasped. "Hey, no one hits Storkles."

Storkles turns his head. "You know I hate that name, Hector. Call me Stork Dug."

Hector nods. "Sorry Sto… I mean Storm Dug."

Hector then turns to the kids and attempts to throw a punch. He misses, however, and ends up getting kicked in the ankle. Before the boys could respond, Malvada decided to make a move.

"Everyone, now!" He commanded.

They all started after the boys. Once the three were surrounded, they started throwing punches their way. Louie was hit across the face, but sent a punch back, but misses. Another guy punches Louie and he falls down, unconscious.

Dewey tries to defend his brother, but is taken down quickly. Martial is the only one left. He attempts to throw a punch, and actually hits someone. He was so busy rejoicing, that he was hit right across the face and knocked out cold.

When he wakes up, they are tied up on a pillar in some weird abandoned home. He looked all around and saw Dewey and Louie tied up next to him. He sighed in relief. However, Dewey wasn't so happy.

"Great, so now we're stuck." He pouted.

However, his words were turned around when the rope dropped. Louie had cut it with his teeth. They looked at their hands but then heard growling above them. It was the gang.

"Hello." Started the big one. "Now, before you leave, I would like to let you know that we are called the Storm Gang."

The boys didn't care, they just started punching. Louie landed a good punch on two of them. Louie the. Kicked someone in the abdomen. He just kept punching and kicking until he could tell he was out of the mob. However, he still had to defeat three storks that followed him.

He kept at the smallest one, punching and kicking. However, he was picked up by the biggest. Louie nervously laughed and let go of the smallest one. However, he was still thrown into a wall.

Louie looked up to see that they were hovering over him. He had to do something. He looked all around to find a rock. He picked up the rock and threw it at the big one's face. Louie was lucky enough to knock out the big one.

This gave him a chance to hit the smallest. The smallest was sent flying, which made the third storm mad. He was hefty, but short. Louie was still able to uppercut him. The man was sent unconscious.

Dewey was dealing with his own problems. He was dealing with the leader of the group. No matter what Dewey threw at him, the man wouldn't go down. He kicked the guy in the shin. Nothing happened. Punched him in the chest. Nothing happened.

Martial saw this and gasped. "Dewey!" He screamed.

He looked around and saw a rope. He kicked a storm in the stomach and grabbed the rope. He yanked down on it and a giant rock came out. He swung the rope, hitting a few other storks, and Malvada. This sent Malvada out cold.

'Maybe this kid isn't so bad after all.' Thought Dewey.

However, the room started shaking. Whatever Martial did worked too well, the whole place was coming down. Dewey quickly grabbed Martials hand and ran towards Louie. Once he reached Louie, he shoved him out the door, along with himself and Martial. The whole place collapsed in an instant. Luckily, the three boys had made it out alive.

They were walking home when Louie nudged Dewey and motioned towards Martial. Dewey understood. "So." He started. "Martial, listen. I'm sorry I didn't trust you before."

Martial looked at Dewey and shook his hand. "It's fine, Dewey. Just don't judge off of past experiences."

Dewey smiles and nods. "Will do."

The boys then wave goodbye as Martial turns away. Buzzing suddenly comes from his head. He touches his ear and a voice comes out of it. "Hello Martial."

Martial shushed him. "Don't call me for a while."

The voice shrugs. "Why not? All you need to do is complete the mission."

Martial grins. "I know. But I think I'm going to have a little fun first."