Lena de Strange: Thanks!
Disney Boy: And even worse later...
Webbigail: Ok, I guess I can give you a brief summary of it. So in short, after Donald had fallen asleep while trying to take a nap, Lena tried to telepathically tell him with her powers where Webby had been taken, but Magica was able to stop her just before she could.
Meanwhile, Huey was convinced that they where all being spied on by someone, while Mrs. Beakley tried to talk some sense into him. It's also revealed later that Webby's mysterious friend named Randy Moorhen, introduced all the way back in chapter 2, was actually a reptilian shape-shifting F.O.W.L. agent known as Camille Chameleon. (An original one-shot villain from Darkwing Duck btw.)
Camille had posed as a young teenager duck and met up with her to try and invade McDuck Manor, but because Webby's past two friendships had ultimately been proven to be genuine, and that she truly believes the best in others, she had eventually fallen in a blind love with her overly-stereotypical teen persona.
But because Circe had cursed the majority of the people in the mansion during the night Magica had kidnapped Webby, Camille's and Violet's souls had been swaped into each other's bodies, cutting short Camille's F.O.W.L. mission, and leaving Violet unknowingly stuck as an reptilian shape-shifter, until Magica later swapped them both back.
And now that Camille has her body back, she's back in business. And now can pose as anyone, or anything she pleases.
(I actually haven't gotten to this major plot point yet, but here it goes. Webby doesn't really fully understand romantic feelings yet. She is, in every sense of the word, just a kid, who doesn't really know the difference between platonic and romantic affection yet. She's LOVES, Huey, Dewey, Louie, Lena, Violet, and everyone else that seemingly wants to connect to her, as a friend. Therefore, her obvious obsession with Lena and everything to do with her. Webby has literally fallen in love, with all her friends. F.O.W.L. agents in disguise included.)
You're welcome. (Was it really all that confusing though?)
therealjordan23: It's okay really. Thanks!
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"OHHHHH YEEEEEAAAHHH!"
"COWABUNGA!"
"AWWWWWW MAAANNNNNN!"
Very much disturbing the sunny peace and quiet of Duckburg park, a trio of extreme sports fanatics known as The Longboard Taquitos rode their skateboards down the crowded concrete walkways at dangerously high speeds, stealing everything they could possibly get their hands on as they sped by.
Finally coming to a complete stop inside a secluded empty wooded area, the three Beagle Boys flipped their skateboards into the air and strapped them onto their backs.
"DUUUUUDE! That was like, totally righteous bro!"
"Yeah, I know bro! Are we like, fresh or what?"
"For sure! That was wicked!"
"What you'd get? Like, any dead presidents?"
"...All that, and a bag of chips." One of the Beagle Boys held a up a literal bag of opened barbecue chips.
"SWEEEET! Let's feast to our freshness bros!"
"Yeah! Let's totally!"
"But we'll need more than that for like a feast bro."
"...DUUUUUDE! Like, there's totally this legit vending machine not far from here. Let's grab some more sweet chow, then we feast!
"And pay with the money we stole?" One of them asked.
"Phh! As if!" Another one of them scoffed.
"That's like, totally lame-o bro... We like, smash that baby open and grab all the chow!"
"...And then swipe all the dough inside it!"
"DUUUUUDE! That's like, totally righteous bro!" One of them almost completely repeated himself.
"Bro, for real. You like, kinda already said that."
"...What? That's like, totally bogus br-." The clueless Beagle Boy was suddenly interrupted by what sounded like a familiar little girl screaming and crying out in pain nearby.
"Did you hear that bro? Like, somebody's totally roughing up some poor kid!"
"What do we do bro? Like, call the police?"
"No bro! We like, totally go and help them!"
The two other Beagle Boys paused in disbelief, waiting for their brother to hopefully explain himself.
"...Like, help them rough her up!"
"AWWWWWW DUUUUUDE! Wicked idea!"
"YEAH! Totally righteous bro!"
Quickly spliting apart in random directions, the three Beagles ran off into the overgrown brush after the sound.
"Whoa, it's like, gnarly dark in here bro."
"Yeah, for real. I'm already totally lost bro."
"This is like, totally uncool bro..."
...
"Uuh! V-Vi! Hold her still! I can't find the butto- Waaahhh! A young duck wearing a light green skirt and hoodie was kicked to the ground from a shoe to her stomach.
"RrraaaawWWRR-"
"-Stop it! No kicking! Stop it!" A grey hummingbird rushed aside and lightly slapped a furious fighting teenager duck twice in the face before stopping and slapping her twice again.
"You hold her, I'll find it!"
"Ughh! This is even worse than Mexican birthday picnic Uncle Donald threw us when we were kids." Louise said as he tightly held Lena still by her wrists.
"I told you this was a bad idea! We should have just left her at home!"
"Please!" Violet began as she tried to feel through her sister's body to turn off the shrill screaming coming from inside it.
"Without bad ideas, it would be impossible to recognize the good ones. We have to grow, and learn from our past grave mistakes."
"Yeah, our first mistake, angering a literal dark eldritch human abomination shadow witch enough to want to send us all to our early graves!" Louise gripped the teenager tighter.
"UUHHH-UUUUUHHH! Unhand me NOW YOU WRETCHED, unruly, BRATTY half-pint TAIL-WIPES!"
"RRRAAAAAAAARRRR!" Magica wailed loudy in her own gradually deepening voice, as the hummingbird finally switched off the cassette player.
"...Screw this. I'll get the tap-" Violet paused after seeing Louise already holding up a large roll of tape in her hand.
Slowly unrolling a long strand of the sticky adhesive, the hummingbird emotionlessly wrapped it around her sister's bill, much against the sorceress' wishes.
"Great, and how exactly is she supposed to eat ANYTHING, like that?" Louise questioned.
"...WITH A STRAW." Violet held up a simple white straw in her free hand without even blinking.
Without any sort of prior warning, three radically dressed beagles ran out of the bushes behind them and into the open clearing.
"We came as fast as we could bro! We like, totally heard a little girl screaming... WITH A BRA!"
"Ooooooooh, outrageous bro!"
"Yeah, for sure bro!"
"I'm sorry, WHAT? Who even are YOU?" The hummingbird asked now in great concern.
"Uhhuuh!" Louise gasped as quietly as she could.
"The Beagle Boys-"
"-Stay calm. We'll just, politely, yet sneakily, talk our way out of this." Violet whispered.
"...Hey! That's, MY THING!" Louise whispered as she pulled her back by her wrist.
"Say uh, why do you like, totally look familiar?" One of the beagles asked while scratching his head intently.
Standing completely still close together in silence with the their long sleeves connected together with tape and covering their opposite wrists, a grey hummingbird and a young girl duck all dressed in green tried to hide a struggling and grumpy teenager behind them on a picnic blanket.
She was wearing long clothes that perfectly covered her ankles and wrists behind her back, along with dark sunglasses over her eyes and tape around her bill.
"...Who?" Both the duck and hummingbird asked in unison.
"Her... Isn't she like, that loser goth punk kid who made fun of us like over a year bro?" One of the beagles questioned.
"For sure bro."
"Yeah, it was totally her bro."
"But- But that's likely impossible." Violet stuttered.
"Beacuse, uh, she's been sick. Deathly sick. For the past ten years. In a children's hospital. In uh, Albania..." The hummingbird froze with unconvincing, wipe open eyes.
...
"Well then it can't be her bro. We've like, totally never been to Canada before bro."
"Yeah, Canada is like, totally unhip and lame-o bro."
"For sure bro."
"But- But- Albania isn't in-" Violet was interrupted as Louise yanked her aside, signaling for her to cut it out already.
"Rrrrrrhhh- Rrrrhhh!" The teenager on the ground continued to violently struggle in anger.
"Like, what's her deal?" One of the beagles asked in confusion.
"Oh, heh-heh." Louise walked back to rub the sorceress on the arm.
"She just doesn't want to get her fresh air and sunshine. Goths, am I right?"
"Yeah..."
"...So, who are you little dweebs then?" The same beagle asked.
"I'm her brother- Uh, uh! Sister! Definitely sister! Totally sister! I totally ment sister!" The duck smiled suspiciously as the three beagles slowly turned to the silent young hummingbird standing beside her.
"...Just a close acquaintance."
In a instant the two girl's long connected sleeves came loose, revealing a pair of black handcuffs locked around both of their wrists.
"Oh boy..." The duck whispered to herself in fear as the gentle warm breeze blew up her skirt.
"Okay, why are you like, handcuffed together? That is like, totally suspicious bro."
"Yeah, I know bro!"
"Yeah! Totally suspicious bro!"
"Excuse me? I'm not your brothe-"
"-Cops and robbers! We were playing cops and robbers." Violet was interrupted by her friend forcing her curved beak closed.
...
"...We were the robbers." Louise quickly explained after being met with surprisingly threatening expressions from the Beagle Boys, before immediately calming down to their prior ignorance all at the same time.
"DUUUUUDE! That is like, totally cool!
"Wicked cool!"
"Yeah, totally cool bro!"
The most radical of the three beagles walked up to the teenager on her back to look over the dark sun glasses strapped around her head.
"...DUUUUUDE! Those shades are totally-"
"-NO, NO! HER EYES! THEY'RE SENSITIVE TO THE LIGH-"
"-WAAAAHHHH!" The beagle screamed like a little girl and fell backwards in a totally uncool fashion after getting a short glimpse of the teenager's intense, demonic yellow eyes.
"DUUUUUDE! Her eyes are like, totally hellacious scary bro!"
"Like, really bro?"
"Yeah, like really bro!"
"Rrrrhh- Rrrhh-"
SNAP! The tape wrapped around Lena's bill finally snapped clean apart.
"-RrrhhUUGGHH! UUUUUUGGHH!"
"I'll crush YOUR hollow BONES! Tear your cross-eyed EYES straight from their SOCKETS! Stick red-hot needles up YOUR EVERY orifice! AND EAT, YOUR FIRST BORN, CHIL- Mmmmmm- Mmmmmm!" The sorceress was eventually silenced by Louise stuffing a healthy cheese sandwich in her mouth.
"PSSSST! This, isn't, work-ing!" Violet whispered directly into her friend's ear.
"Vi! Don't worry, I'll handle this!" The duck pushed the hummingbird aside with a smile.
"Honest, she's really nice once you get to know her. She just hasn't taken her afternoon meds yet..."
"...For real bro. Legit, this is like, totally wicked gnarly extreme bro."
"Yeah, for sure bro!"
"Totally gnarly bro!"
"Ugh. Is everything you guys say at least some form of outdated slang from the early nineties?" Violet finally asked.
"...Bruh. Like, what are you talkin' about?" The three beagles stood clueless.
"Bro, I'm starting to think that something weird is going on here..."
Almost immediately interrupting the awkward silence in the open wooded clearing, a large hot tub blinked right into existence and floated high above in the sky, casting a dark shadow directly in the middle of where Lena was laid out flat.
"...YEEESSS! AH-HA-HA, FINALLY!" The sorceress laughed almost hard enough to kill the teenager early.
"The time, is at hand. My REVENGE, shall be fulfilled! The needles, shall- WAAHHH?!" Magica's hysterical rant was abruptly cut short as Violet and Louise pulled Lena to safety at the last second, the heavy hot tub just barely missing the teenager's head.
"NOOOOOOOOOO-OOOOO-OOOOO!" The sorceress cried out in true inner pain as Lena had not been crushed to death.
"Gim- Gimme that!"
"NO!
"HAND IT OVER!"
"Dr. Gearloose, please!"
"GET YOUR PAWS OFF MY-"
"-Calm down!
"I'M COMPLETELY CALM!"
"HAND IT OVER!"
"NO!"
"DUMMY!"
"DUMMY!"
"DUMMY!"
"DUMMY!"
"AHH! AHH! AHH! AAHHH!" Desperately fighting for a small remote control in the hot tub, a tall familiar scientist with glasses and a muscular alien both dressed in old western clothing continued to angrily mouth each other off as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT, TO YOUR OWN PEOPLE!"
"SPECIESIST!" The female moonlander angrily grabbed the scientist and got in his face as an unfamiliar rich western duck with glasses sadly hung his arms out of the tub.
"...I should have stayed in bed with my gold today." He sighed.
"I would like to say that I am a very relaxed, loving moon person, who is not at all competitive... BUT THAT WOULD BE A LIE!"
"DUMMY!"
"We've, got, company..." A tall bipedal horse with a stone Scrooge McDuck's head on it's neck clapped in Morse code.
Slowly turning their heads in complete silence, both the scientist and the moonlander stared directly at Violet, Louise, Lena, and the three radical Beagle Boys in surprise.
"...Don't ask." Both Louise and Gyro spoke in deadpan unison as Fenton quickly flipped a switch on the remote, causing the hot tub and everyone in it to flash out of reality.
Causally dusting herself off, the young duck dresssed in green cleared her throat and stood to her webbed feet while still chained wrist to wrist with her friend.
"I assure you, absolutely nothing weird is going on here..."
Meanwhile. In an alternate timeline. Several days in the past.
...
"...UGH!" A very impatient Lieutenant Penumbra now wearing an ancient Greek barb over her normal golden armor pulled a pair of cheap binoculars away from her eyes and crushed them in her hands.
"How much longer are you going to be in there? What are you even doing, taking a rest period?!" The moonlander asked as she lifted up Gyro Gearloose's Latin intern to her face in anger.
"...Penumbra, I already told you. I don't even remember stopping here in the first place, I don't remember any of this. And it hasn't even been five minutes yet."
"Please put me down... Gently." Fenton smiled meekly, as he currently wearing very similar Greek clothing.
"Lieutenant, Penumbra!" The moonlander corrected loudly.
Gyro sighed deeply and rubbed his face behind his glasses, like everyone else standing in the hot tub in the middle of the sidewalk right outside Doofus Drake's mansion, he and Manny were also wearing out of time period Greek apperal.
"...Well-" The tall scientist began as he turned around the prepare the replacement time tub for travel.
"-Looks like we found The Wicked Witch of Duckburg, and her single, flying monkey."
"...WHAT? WHERE, WHERE?" The excited moonlander lifted the crushed pair of binoculars backwards onto her eyes, still somehow able to see through them.
"THERE HE IS!" Penumbra announced loudly as she spotted a very close up Fenton slowly walking towards them without the Gizmosuit as if nothing was wrong.
She gasped. "He's right on us!"
"Wait! What will happen to past me and the future me if he's aware that the future me, is- is-"
"-Oh, blathering blatherskite... Everyone duck!" The Fenton in the tub quickly shoved everyone around him down, all of them still very visible to other Fenton that just noticed the out of place hot tub right in his path.
"He's, going, to, see us!" Manny clapped loudly.
"...Dr. Gearloose? Manny?"
"Gasp! Della's loyal moon companion?" He stopped after getting a good look at the top of his own head in the tub.
"An exact perfect clone of me? Wait, are you guys, stalking ME?" The Fenton asked while in obvious confusion.
"Not sure!" Fenton hopped up and shook his past version's hand.
"Does it count as stalking if you're actually the person you're stalking through elaborate time travel?"
"...No. I guess not." The other Fenton humbly agreed.
"Illumination!" Both Fenton's spoke up quickly in exact unison and pulled out a pen and notepad.
"A person shaking hands with themselves via time travel! This is an important milestone in molecular science that needs to be recorded for all future generations! HA!" They simultaneously bumped their fists together.
"Ugh. Intern?" Gyro began with obvious annoyance in his voice"
"What do you think you're doing out here? Without your, Gizmosuit?" He asked sternly with his arms crossed at his chest.
The other Fenton paused.
"...What's a Gizmosuit?"
...
"-Raaaaarrrrrr!" By the time everyone had turned their heads, Lieutenant Penumbra had already leaped out of the hot tub, running full speed towards the massive tree house mansion with her charged ray gun in hand.
"Is she, alright?" The other Fenton asked?
"...Far from it." Gyro simply replied.
"Alright-" Scrooge's head scientist clapped.
"-let's go."
"Dr. Gearloose, we can't! Penumbra! We can't just leave her in the past like this." Gyro's intern pleaded.
"Hmmm. If she wants to meddle in the past where she doesn't belong, who am I to stop her?"
"But Magica could KILL her!" Fenton begged.
Gyro slowly shook his head.
"We've rewritten history enough already. We'll get back the Gizmosuit, the little girl, and the moondummy's corpse for experimentation and research back safe in the present..."
"But what if we just use to Gizmosuit to apprehend Magica and rescue Webby now?" Fenton asked.
"I'm starting to worry about her. She's- She's not a bad kid."
"The not baddest..." The other Fenton agreed with a nod.
"...I have no argument in this." Manny clapped after a bit of silence among them.
Gyro slowly shook his head again.
"Too risky."
"Why do you dislike Penumbra so much anyway? What did she ever do to you?" Fenton asked as Gyro's face began shifting through several unrecognizable emotions.
"Ugh... Fiiinnnee." The tired scientist began, completely ignoring his Latin intern's last question.
"We'll go and get her. But then we're going RIGHT back to the present, no further questions."
"We've got a seemingly innocent captive locked up all by herself in there in the present. So unless you want to find her alone and long dead, we'll have to travel back to the same day we left in the present."
Gyro pulled his shadow ray gun out from underneath his straw hat and cocked it.
"Let's go..."
...
"GOOOOooo!" The scientist pointed forwards and ordered loudly, his voice audibly cracking in bulit-up frustration.
"Yes Dr. Gearloose!" Both Fentons saluted and quickly ran off at the exact same time.
"Wait NO! NOT BOTH OF YOU!"
"FLY MY PRETTIES. FLY." Manny clapped.
"Manny, stay..." Gyro calmly motioned for his dependable intern to remain put and slowly followed after his two other interns to the billionaires mansion, leaving the ghostly bipedal horse standing all by himself in the middle of the hot tub.
"...DUUUUUDE! Taquitos be so far out man!" Three totally radical Beagle Boys quickly rode straight past down the sidewalk on their skateboards.
"Like, wait what?"
They all rolled backwards at the exact same time and stared blankly at the horse in the tub besides them.
"Move along. Nothing weird to see here." The lonely intern clapped.
...
"...EARTH CHILD RESCUE TEAM, OPEN UP!" Penumbra blasted a huge opening through a locked wooden door and violently kicked out the remains sections to floor.
"Alright De Spell." The moonlander growled loudly in anger as she charged up her ray gun to full power and aimed it back and forth in the small, dark, single window room.
"Where are you? Where are you?! WHERE ARE YO-"
"-She's nooooot here." Gyro held up a tablet, zooming in on the spot the device had guided them.
"But the Gizmosuit DEFINITELY is! And all we have to do, is-" Scrooge's head scientist immediately stopped as his tablet finally succumbed to it's low battery and shut itself off.
"...Interns, loving mother of E.T., do what you do best."
Gyro paused as both Fenton's and Penumbra silently stared at him in confusion.
"Cause as much pointless destruction and violation to private property as possible."
...
"Uuuggh." He sighed in obvious disappoint and held the palm of his hand to his forehead behind his glasses.
"Find, the Gizmosuit..."
"...On it Dr. Gearloose!" Both the interns began to quickly rummage through the boxes and containers cluttered all across the dark room as the moonlander just watched.
"Wouldn't it be a lot easier if we just turned on the light?" Fenton flicked a switch on the wall, almost immediately illuminating the room in a blinding, white light.
"Aaaugh! This burning sensation, what is this dark sorcery?! Cursed De Spell!"
Penumbra rubbed her unadjusted alien eyes and blasted the light on the ceiling with her ray gun, bringing the small messy room back to it's earlier low lighting.
"...Good job." Gyro said as a Lil' Bulb hopped onto his shoulder and lit up his bored face.
"Okay, let's see. What do we hav-" The other Fenton was interrupted as he lifted up a small black hand taser from a box, accidentally activating a high voltage electric current dangerously close to his face.
"UHH! Blathering blatherskite!"
As soon as those words left his mouth, a cardboard box burst open as pieces of a bulky white robotic armour flew through the air and gathered around the Latin duck, holding him off the floor by a singular, wobbly tire.
"Blathering blatherskite!" Fenton exclaimed in surprise, quickly causing the Gizmosuit to fit around him instead.
"Waahh- Ahhh! How do you, steer this thing?!" The intern rapidly rolled backwards and forwards out of balance.
"Great! We found the suit. Now can we hurry up and get out of here already? This room is giving me serious creepy evil vibes..." The other Fenton asked.
Gyro signed.
"The core prosseser is controlled by your brain. So just try to think of things, like actually being a successful scientist for ONCE."
"Okay okay!" Fenton tried his best to remain upright in the unfamiliar armour.
"Uhhh, come on brain, think of things. Come on brain, think of things. Come on brain, be so smaaaaaaaaaarrrt!"
CRASH!
He quickly rode directly backwards against a tall shelf, knocking all sorts of seemingly random items onto himself.
"Speaking of things..." The other Fenton bent down to lift up the hand taser that had fallen to the floor.
"You don't think Magica De Spell is planning to use this on Webby do you?"
"...Well, I wouldn't put it past her." Gyro frowned.
"WHHAAAT?! SHE WOULDN'T DARE!" An angry Lieutenant Penumbra lifted Gyro up by his collar in anger and then suddenly paused.
"No wait, she totally would dare..."
"Guys, look at this-" Fenton still inside the Gizmosuit on the floor searched through the unusual items scattered all around him.
"-syringes, needles, earbubds..."
"...A disc of, hymn songs? Wait, WHAT?"
"Isn't this like, the complete opposite of something Magica would have?"
"What is a hymn song? Is it similar to a battle cry?" The now genuinely curious moonlander asked.
"...You know what religion is right?" Gyro crossed his arms as Penumbra continued to hold him off the floor.
"I AM NOT A CHILD!"
"Hmmm. Trying to figure out a person like Magica. It'd be easier to teach Della Duck to gut a goldfish..."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY BEST FRIEN-"
"-Guys, look at this..." The other Fenton interrupted as he pulled out a tiny set of jet black skimpy clothing from a box and held it up.
"Is this even legal?"
"...Alright, I think we've seem enough for one time trip." Gyro walked up and quickly stuffed the clothing back into the box and closed it, as Penumbra began breathing heavily and silently pounded her fists together.
"Now that we know where it is, all we have to do, is leave the Gizmosuit here, travel back to the present, and-"
"-Raaaaarrrrrr!"
"Ohhh, shoot..." Both Fenton's said in unison as the moonlander warrior dressed in Greek clothing had already stormed out of the room and into the rest of the billionaires mansion.
"NOOO! THE TIME STREAM! WE'LL GET HER BACK IN THE PRESEeennT!" Gyro's voice cracked badly as he yelled into the dark hallway.
"I WILL FIND YOU SMOL EARTH CHILD!"
"...How have they not heard us yet?" Fenton asked as he carefully rolled forward in the Gizmosuit before quickly falling backwards onto the floor.
"She reminds me of M'Ma." The other Fenton said with a smile.
"Mine too." Fenton also said while on the floor.
"UuuUUGH! YOU HAVE THE EXACT SAME MOTHER DUMMIES!" Gyro yelled back as he ran after Penumbra as fast as he could.
"...Magica is probably going to die." Both Fentons agreed.
A/N: Next chapter, the true battle for the future of Webby Vanderquack, begins...