As Donald has said, he left the next day before the boys even woke up. Glomgold didn't pay much but it was enough to take care of the boys long enough to find a new job.
Throughout the day all Donald could think about was going home and seeing his kids, he'd come home and have them run into his arms, ask how it went and eventually asking if they had enough for something that wasn't pizza or peanut butter sandwiches. They'll order chinese and then would start their new successful life.
He loved the boys more then anything in the whole world. All he wanted for them was a normal life without stress or risky adventures, but instead he gave them a life of worry, still never really been kids, always worried about money, always wondering when's the next move, a kid shouldn't have to worry about that. Kids should only worry about homework and making friends, that's stressful enough.
"Mr duck?"Gabby asked, "are you well?"
"I'm fine"He says.
She looks at him emotionless, no interest in what might be the matter, "very well."
He hoped the boys were ok and having a good time at home with Mrs Nesbeak. They didn't seem too thrilled with her staying with them at first but maybe it'll work out for them after all.
"That's it Louie, knit one, purl two. That's very nice."
Mrs Nesbeak was boring but she wasn't all bad, at least not as bad as Dewey claims. While they were in her care she tried teaching the boys how to knit. Huey surprisingly wasn't interested, Louie guessed it was because he was worried about Donald, as for Dewey, he didn't really have a long enough attention span to follow instructions. Louie surprisingly enjoyed it, it allowed his hands to do something and it helped him concentrate, and it gave him something to do while missing Donald.
"What are we making anyway?"Louie asked.
"Well"She said, "You can make whatever you want. I'm making a scarf for my granddaughter and her husband".
"Cool".
"You know, it's not often that a youngling like yourself enjoys something simple like this. It's all about the interwebs and the station players. Your generation never really enjoys making something. Tell me, what are your other hobbies?"
Louie shrugs, "I draw sometimes but I'm not any good."
"That doesn't matter dear, art is a personal preference. Do you enjoy drawing?"
"I guess"He shrugged.
"Then you keep at it. Maybe one day your small doodles will mean something to someone."
Louie did his best not to smile at that, there's no way he could ever do anything important, his brothers always say he'll do something amazing but nothing Louie will ever do will mean anything and that's final!
"You hang on to those"She says, referring to the knitting needles, "You mean it?"He asked.
She nodded, "I have plenty at home. Plus I'd like to see what you make, and when you're done, visit me. I'd like to see it."
"Thanks..."
Sixteen hours later and they finally made it to Atlantis, Donald began to realize that glomgold has no idea what he's doing and if he didn't help them, he might actually die.
"This shortcut leads right to the treasure, I don't even know why I hired the rest of you. Good job duck."
The other members of team glared but Donald didn't care, the sooner he helps glomgold, the sooner he can go home.
Little did he know that wasn't a choice. The minute thy got there glomgold grabbed the jewel and left, he back stabbed him leaving him in the chamber while the room flooded, "essentially I was going to use you as live bate in case Scrooge were to go after the jewel, but I find this much more enjoyable."
Donald panicked, he has to get out of there fast, he needed to go home and back to his kids, no kid should have to worry that their parents will just leave and never come back. His boys always worried, the last thing he wanted to be was another Della.
"Granny! Granny!"Webby Vanderquack yelled as she ran through the hallways to find her grandmother.
"Webigail darling, what's the matter?"she asked.
"Look at this!"
"Snow, on the drake barrier reef?"
"First time in fifty years. Do you know what this means?"
"Webby..."
"Maybe I could go with him. I always wanted to go on a dangerous mcduck adventure!"
"Webigail,"She said sternly, "You're not to disturb me mcduck. He's a very busy man. Is that understood?"
"What if he-"
"Webby!"
She sighed "Yes granny."
Do as you're told and no harm will come to you.
Donald felt the water rush quickly to him. He was kissing air quickly, was this how he'd be remembered? Did he do or say everything he wanted to? Will anyone truly miss him? Thoughts of panic rushed faster then the water and that made it hard to concentrate. Slowly but surely the water was to his chin, he had to act fast or not at all.
"Hey team, I wanted to thank you for keeping McDucks nephew busy while I escaped with the jewel", Glomgold laughed viciously.
Gabby grabbed the walkie-talkie from hack, "What are you doing? This isn't the plan!"
"I thought employees are greatest treasure of all?"he adds.
"Don't be ridiculous, treasure is the greatest treasure of all, that's why it's called treasure, Glomgold out!"
"I can't believe you like knitting"Dewey jokes as he climbs up to his bed.
"Meh, it's better then being bored all day"Louie shrugged, "Besides I'm on a art slump."
"When will we finally see your art?"Huey asks, "I hate how secretive you are."
"When I draw something I'm proud of. So never"He jokes, resulting in his brothers groaning at him, "One day Llewelyn, one day!"Dewey proclaims.
"Don't call me that"He shouted throwing a pillow at Dewey, but Dewey loved to push his buttons, along with everyone else's, Dewey threw it back at him and so on.
"Guys come on"Huey says in attempt to stop them. He rolled his eyes at his mischievous brothers as he turned out the light.
"I'm glad uncle Donald will be back tomorrow"Huey says once he's in bed.
"Yeah"Dewey said, "I actually miss him a lot, things are so weird without his overprotective nagging"He laughed.
Louie laughed too, "Yeah, I like Nesbeak alright but nothing compares to Donald."