A/N: ...Well, I'm not going to promise chapter titles ever again.
Webbigail: Okay then! Since you seem to be one of my biggest fans, I'll gladly take your advice. Can't promise It'll be perfect though. I appreciate your comments and support, you're probably my biggest motivation to keep writing. If you have any good plot suggestions for future chapters, I'm open for ideas.
20 days in counting till the season 3 premiere of DuckTales! The currently revealed episode titles in order are:
Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchucks!
Quack Pack!
Double-O-Duck in You Only Crash Twice!
The Lost Harp of Mervana!
Louie's Eleven!
Astro B.O.Y.D.!
and The Rumble for Ragnarok!
The first two episodes are scheduled to air on the 4th of April.
The high summer sun shined brightly down upon six young sunbathers as they basked in warm rays of sunlight on the beach.
As far as the eye could see, tall leafy palm trees were scattered down the clean sandy shoreline, casting angular and funny looking shadows towards the uneven jungle edge.
The low whispering of the cool ocean waves was Mother Nature's lullaby, as Poseidon's gentle breath sprayed salty mist over the long washed-away sand castles.
Not a singular grey cloud dared to block out the sun's heat as flocks of happy seagulls flew across the sunlit and clear blue horizon.
Everything was perfect, calm, and peaceful.
"Ahhhhhhh. Please nobody revive me, I'm in heaven."
Louie refused to move as he laid flat on his back on the warm sand. He was wearing a green pair of swim trunks with dollar bills on them, and his eyes were covered with a pair of thick golden sunglasses.
"Hey! You know this can't be heaven. Do you really think I'd let myself die before I complete my bucket list? I still have yet to cross out, sneak in and out of North Korea, and ride down Niagara Falls in a inner tube."
"Hush now Dewford..." Louie softly interrupted his brother and lazily waved a single hand in the air.
"Now, could you please, the straw? This is as loud as I'm going to allow myself to yell at you..."
"Seriously? Your drink is only inches away from your hand."
Dewey finally sat upwards to see his younger brother tanning in the sun beside him. The older triplet was wearing a short pair of blue swim trunks, and a pair of beach sandles on his feet.
"Just wrap your little fingers around the handle and lift the cup up to your bill. This is Kindergarten levels of skill you know..."
"Nope. Ughhh, still can't reach it." Louie barely even attempted to grab the cup.
"Ugh. Lazy..." Dewey shook his head and stared down at his very laid-back sibling.
"Hurry thine brother. Before my throat gets anymore dehydrated." Louie spoke, still refusing to open his eyes.
"Just stick the straw in my mouth and I'll do the rest..."
"Oh, you want hydration do you?" Dewey smirked and grabbed a yellow plastic bucket beside him.
"...I don't believe I care for that tone in your voice Dewford Duc- What?! HEY!" Louie was interrupted by bucket full of salty sea water splashing onto his face. Standing above him, Dewey held his chin high and proud.
"Oh C'MON! That was a cheap shot and you know it! And may I add? Exponentially predictable..." Louie laid back down in the wet sand underneath him.
"That's right. You fell for one of the oldest tricks known to mankind. The old Bucket O' Water trick!" Dewey stepped forward and dabbed victoriously over his brother.
"Eh, boys will be boys I guess..." Louie sat back up and flicked off the particles of wet sand from his arms.
"...And those sandles of yours are much too tacky."
Webby couldn't help from laughing from Louie's comment.
"Oh, you guys..." The duckling pulled Dewey and Louie together into a close hug, wrapping her arms tightly around both of their necks. She was wearing a simple, pink, one-piece swimsuit.
"W-Webby... Webby!" Dewey said as he struggled against her tight embrace.
"Oxygen. Need it." Louie gasped and let himself go limp.
"Ah ha ha ha. You two are the BEST!" Webby smiled as she swung the two brothers in a circle and lifted them in the air with great strength.
"Uggh! Is this what they ment when they said love HURTS?!" Dewey questioned as Webby hugged him even tighter.
"Who's they?" Louie barely managed to say.
"Well, it obviously wasn't someone that has met Webby before." Dewey continued to struggle.
"...You know, I'm actually starting to like this now." Louie began to breathe slowly and snuggled back against Webby's face.
"Ugh. Again, seriously?" Dewey complained. "Only you could relax at a time like this."
"So... soft." Louie closed his eyes.
"Hmmm..." Lena stood up from her beach towel and lifted her dark sunglasses off her eyes. She was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit with white polka dots all over it.
"Say Webby. As long as Louie is in the right mood, do you mind if I borrow him for a while?" She fliped her pink bang of feathers over her right eye and curled it with her finger.
"Yes, yes... Take me." Louie sighed as Webby released him from her grasp, letting Lena overtake him with hugs and affection.
"Ahhhh. I never dreamed I would literally be smothered with love by a freakishly strong little girl and my own moody shadow angel..."
"Eww. You and your fantasies." Dewey felt like gagging.
"But he's so huggable!" Lena smiled and lifted Louie in the air.
"...Webby? Seriously. Hugging is nice and all. But-"
"-Hug time!" Huey suddenly interrupted his brother and joined Webby in her tight hug.
"Ew, Huey! No, no. Eww. That sunscreen is still is still wet!"
Dewey tried to push himself away as Huey's bare chest rubbed against him. He was wearing an even shorter pair red swim trunks and a shower cap.
"Huey. You've gone way too far into my comfort zone. And your trunks are leaving much to be desired..."
"It's okay Dewey. Just savor the moment." Huey whispered into his brother's ear, rubbing even closer against him.
"Eww, gross. Eww..."
Taking notice of all her close friends standing around hugging it out, Violet slowy tilted her head towards them.
Laying on her back on a beach towel in the sun, she was wearing a modest two-piece purple swimsuit, and a large pair of green sunglasses.
"...Well you all seem very friendly."
"Ugh! ...Understatement!" Dewey gasped desperately for fresh air.
"Eh ha ha. C'mon Violet, join us!" Webby finally loosened her tight hold on Dewey and let him fall backwards.
Quickly backing away from her, Dewey ran towards Violet and whispered in her ear.
"Take my advice Vi. Stay far away from that girl when she's in this sort of mood. Unless you want to feel like a human tube of toothpaste..."
"C'mon Violet!" Webby invited her friend over as she swung Huey around, noticeably making him sick.
"...I'll pass." The young hummingbird laid back down in the sun.
"So wise..." Dewey simply complimented her.
"Awww..." Webby rubbed her shoulders in embarrassment, quickly noticing how sick she had accidently made Huey.
"Oh. heh heh. Sorry..."
"It's just that I'm freezing out here. And you guys are so warm! I missed you all so much!" She through her arms around Huey and hugged him closely.
"...Webby, we're at the beach, it's summer, the sun is beating down on us. How could you possibly be cold? And we haven't gone anywhere." Huey said as the world had grown eerily quiet.
"...Huh?" The duckling looked around in confusion as all her friends stared silently at her in great concern.
"Webby, are you feeling alright?" Dewey asked as he walked up to her.
"What? S-Sure. Ah ha ha ha ha ha." She laughed nervously, clutching her shoulders in pain.
"I just- I just feel a little sore. That's all..."
"...Webbigail, I think you should lie down for a while." Violet stood up and closely examined Webby's eyes.
"You look like you've seen a ghost... And not the friendly type."
"Whhhaaaaaat? Ah HA HA! No waaaaay!" Webby's facial expressions started to become exaggerated and twisted.
"Say, are you guys hungry? Because I'mmmmmmmmm STARVING!" The frantic duckling began rapidly pacing in circles on the sand, despite her webbed feet burning in pain.
"Boy! I could really go for hamburger right about now!"
"I'm so hungry, I could eat a sword-HORSE!"
"PHEW. THAT WAS A CLOSE ONE." Standing behind his loney snack stand, Manny clapped his hooves together.
"...Webby-"
"-WAIT!" The duckling loudy interrupted Huey.
"Did you guys know, that if you lick a sword-horse's neck, it will- Eh heh heh ha..."
"It will taste like the BEST FLAVOR EVER? OOH! HAMBURGER-HORSIE!
"This is weird..." Louie began.
"It's like, all of Webby's personality traits and quirks are coming out all at the same time. Kinda like out of desperation or something."
"Webby, are you sure you're feeling alright?"
"Eh heh ha ha! OF COURSE I'M NOT ALRIGHT! ...I'm feeling FAN-tastic!" Webby announced to the world.
"FAN-tastic!" She repeated herself.
"Now c'mon! Let's go find that hamburger-horse and CHOP IT UP- Aaaaaaaaahhh!"
The duckling looked down at herself in shock and embarrassment. Her once modest, one-piece swimsuit had been replaced with a scanty, pitch-black two-piece suit that barely covered anything.
"Guys! D-Don't look at me! I'm... indecent! Webby tried her best to cover herself with her hands in shame.
"That's it. She's having a breakdown." Louie looked at her with sympathy and walked up to her.
"Relax Webs. It's not like we can see anything... You're fully covered. See?" The triplet pulled at her swimsuit to prove it.
"Honestly, Huey could take some decency advice from you."
"NOOO! I'm- I'm, huh?" Webby opened her eyes to see herself once again wearing her pink swimsuit as normal.
"But- But-" The duckling's heart rate began to rapidly increase as she stared forward blankly.
"It's okay Webbigail." Violet put a comforting hand around her friend.
"There's nothing wrong with showing off your body shape..."
"Although, taking a closer look, you seem a bit slimmer than usual." She noted.
"Have... you been eating right? That doesn't look very healthy."
The duckling didn't answer. Letting heavy beads of sweat run down her head, she glared silently into space.
"Webby? What's wrong? It isn't like you to phase out like this." Lena shook the now terror-stricken duckling.
"We're your friends. If something is bothering you, we can help you with it if you just tell us what's wrong."
...
"Webby?"
"Webby, please. You're- You're scaring me... What's wrong? Lena pleaded.
...
"Guys... I- I don't know what- what-" The duckling broke down in tears and began sobbing like a frightened toddler.
"-Please, help me. I'm- I'm sca-"
"WEBBY?! Tell us, what's wrong?!" Lena tried her best to comfort her friend.
"It's- It's Magica..." Webby shivered from fear and the quickly dropping temperature.
"She's trying to- She's trying to trick- Aaaaaaahhh!"
The duckling looked up to see that all of her friends had vanished into thin air. She was left all alone on the silent, empty beach.
"G-G-Guys?! T-T-This isn't FUNNY!" Webby tried her best to speak clearly.
"I-I-If this is a prank- then..."
"...Then-"
The duckling froze.
Standing perfectly still, far off in the distance on the shore, stood the tall, shadowy outline of Webby's greatest enemy, Magica De Spell.
Staring coldy at her with a black wand in her hand, the sorceress remained completely motionless in her sickly, green feathers.
"Louie was right... I'm having a breakdown. Just a terrible, nervous breakdown. Heh heh ha." She sat down on the sandy beach, facing away from Magica.
"Just ignore it all, and it will go away. Heh heh." She began drawing in the sand with her finger.
"Okay. Okay. Just... Breathe. Relax."
...
"I know it... Magica is standing right behind me. But- But if I don't look, she won't attack me. Heh heh heh."
"...She won't attack me. Because that Magica, is not real. You're just imagining things."
"Heh heh heh..."
The duckling began slowly turning her head to look behind her.
"-No no no no no no no." She resisted the urge and waved her hands back and forth.
"You're stronger than this Webby! Insane or not! You're not letting some two-bit WITCH get the best of YOU!"
"Eh heh heh HA. Eh ha." Her nervous laughter echoed softly across the barren shore.
"...I wonder if there's a bathroom around here." Webby slowly stood up and cautiously looked in all directions. Magica wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"Oh, heh ha! There's one..." She laughed to herself and somersaulted over to a small building that was conveniently located about twenty-five yards away.
Swinging open the door to the ladies' room, she peered into the surprisingly clean restroom inside.
"Careful Webby. This might be just a cleverly disguised tourist trap." The duckling talked to herself as she sneaked around the corner.
"Only the strongest make it out alive..."
...
"Ahhhhhhh. Please nobody pinch me, I'm in heaven."
Louie refused to move as he laid flat on his back on a fluffy, green beach towel. He was wearing a golden pair of swim trunks with his own face printed all over them, and his eyes were covered with a pair of light-green sunglasses.
"Hey! You know this can't be a dream. Do you really think I'd just relax on the beach, when I could be flying about and slaying all sorts nightmare monsters lucid dreams style?"
"Quiet Dewford..." Louie softly interrupted his brother and lazily waved a single hand in the air.
"Now, if you please, the cup? Your brother demands it."
"Really Louie? Your drink is only inches away from your hand."
Dewey sat upwards to see his younger brother tanning in the sun beside him. The older triplet was wearing a long pair of blue swim trunks and a pair of rubber beach shoes on his feet.
"Just wrap your little fingers around the handle and lift the cup up to your mouth. This is- This is- Ooh! You get the point by now!"
"Nope. Ughhh, still can't reach it." Louie barely even attempted to grab the cup.
"Dewey shook his head and stared down at his very laid-back sibling. "Lazy rascal..."
"Quickly my brother. Before my throat gets anymore dehydrated." Louie spoke, still refusing to open his eyes.
"Just stick the cup in my mouth and I'll do the rest..."
"Oh, you want hydration do you?" Dewey smiled devilishly and grabbed a purple plastic bucket beside him.
"...I don't believe I care for that tone in your voice Dewey Duc- What?! HEY!" Louie was interrupted by bucket full of salty sea water splashing onto his face. Standing above him, Dewey held his chin high and proud.
"Oh C'MON! That was a cheap shot and you know it! And may I add? Much too predictable..." Louie laid back down on the wet beach towel underneath him and took a long sip from his drink.
"That's right. You fell for one of the oldest tricks known to mankind. The old Bucket O' Water trick!" Dewey stepped forward and poorly did the floss dance.
"-HAS ANYONE SEEN A TOILET?!" Webby screamed and suddenly ran up from out of nowhere, causing Louie to messily spit up a full mouthfull of sweet tea from his mouth.
"Uugh! DEWFORD DUCK! You did not just dump dirty toilet water all OVER ME!" Louie angrily shook his confused older brother.
"What? No... Eww." Dewey gently pushed his brother away.
"I would never-"
"-Wait, WHAT?!"
"GUYS! Listen to me!" Webby frantically waved her heavily bruised and discolored hands in the air.
"Magica is somewhere out there! I saw HER! I- I think she's trying to gaslight ME!"
All five of the young duckling's friends stared speechlessly at her. Deep cuts and wounds where visible all of her body, as she once again was wearing a disturbingly familiar, skimpy two-piece swimsuit.
"Webby? Is something wron-" Webby immediately pushed Dewey aside.
"-LENA! VIOLET! LOOK AT ME! DOES THIS LOOK NORMAL TOO YOU?!" She stood breathless in front of both of her friends.
"I... don't quite get you Webby." Lena scratched her chin.
"UGH, NO! This swimsuit! LOOK! I- I CAN'T TAKE IT OFF! I EVEN TRIED USING MY TEETH!" The panicking duckling tugged desperately at her jet-black clothing in her mouth.
"Well thank goodness-" Louie put his hand on her shoulder.
"-It's not that type of beach Webbigail..."
"...NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO!"
"This is a nightmare! This is a nightmare! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" She shrieked in horror upon seeing bare Lena's wrist.
"W-W-Where- Where's your friendship bracelet?! WHERE IS IT?!"
"Well, I went swimming a little while ago..." Lena ran her fingers through her wet hair feathers.
"It could have fallen off while I was in th-"
"-Nooooooooooooo!"
"Our FRIENDSHIP! Our LOVE! I WON'T LET THE OCEAN TAKE IT!" Webby's voice cracked as she ran down the shore as fast as she could and jumped face first into warm, tropical water.
"...What? She's your friend. Don't blame me for this." Louie casually took another sip from his drink.
Dark storm clouds gathered overhead as Webby swam full speed towards Lena's floating bracelet in the violent waves.
With a final stroke through the ocean surface, the young duckling reached forward and snatched up her friend's lost trinket.
"Uurrh. GOT IT!" She announced proudly and held the bracelet high above her head.
"GUUuuYS! I GOT IT!" Her now high-pitched voice cracked much worse than usual.
"What?"
She looked herself over while trying her best to stay afloat above the waves. Her close-fitting swimsuit had somehow shrunk down in size with her.
Rain poured and lighting crashed close by as she realized the truth. She was now barely even old enough to walk, and was stranded in the middle of the ocean with not a piece of land in sight.
"Uh oh..."
"AAAAAaahhHHHhh-" Webby's head went under as she struggled desperately to stay a float.
"HUEY! DEWE- LOU-" Salty ocean water poured down her throat and into her lungs, causing her to sink like a rock.
"VIOLET- LENA-"
"Why- didn't you-"
"Tell me-"
"MAGI-"
Everything went black as the duckling was swallowed alive by the cold ocean depths.
...
...
...
"Enjoy your little swim?"
Webby slowly opened her eyes to see Magica De Spell's dark empty eye sockets locked intensely towards her in a still, emotionless gaze.
The freezing temperature around them seemed to bring time to a slow crawl, as Webby hung upside down from her left foot, her face only inches away from the sorceress' long frozen-over skull.
"Ready to CRA-ACK?" She sneered at the exhausted duckling, gently swinging her back and forth with her rotten bony hand.
"No. I... I refuse..." Webby shut her eyes, barely managing to hold back her tears.
"Lena- Lena- Why?" She whimpered softly to herself.
"Heh heh. Very well you little ingrate..." The sorceress pulled out her magic wand with her free hand and held the tip of it up to her captive's frostbitten face.
"You know. I think I finally get you. You and Scroogey have to exact same problem..."
"You're both TOO stubborn to know when to give up."
"Hmph! Fool."