"No, no, this can't be happening..." said Huey. "My life... has been nothing but a lie... I am not a duck... But I should. My name is Huey Duck... unless that too is a lie... what if I'm not Huey Duck...?"

"This is literally too dumb for me to care..." said Wendy. "Look, some birds don't even fly okay?!"

"You mean like penguins?"

"Yeah, but you're not a penguin..."

"I don't know! Maybe I could be! I thought I was a duck before, but no! We are anatomically different! For all I know, I might even be a bird!"

"Hey! Maybe you're a platypus..." said one of the kids holding a book.

"What?" said Huey. "A platypus?"

"Yeah! You look just like it!"

"Oh yeah! Now I see it!" said another kid.

Huey looked at the picture of the platypus and was appalled.

"Are you kidding me?! I look nothing like that!"

"But you have a bill! You have flippers! You're even all smooth like one too!"

Huey took another look at himself. Then back at the picture. And then back at himself. Now he was having second thoughts. He didn't want to admit it, but he now he was beginning to think he did resemble one.

"Could I be that?"

"That's it!" said the kid holding the book. "You're not Huey Duck! You're Huey Platypus!"

"Huey... Platypus?... No! It can't be! I must be a duck still!"

"They lay eggs too! Just like a duck!"

"Really?! Huh... maybe I am a platypus after all! That explains our bird like features, but with the lack of wings! Haha! I have to share this exciting revelation!"

Huey ran to the family room.

"Uncle Scrooge! I know why we don't have wings?! We're not ducks! We're proud platypuses!"

"Yes, es, that's great, Huey," said Scrooge, distracted by the TV. "Keep down! Ducktective and his old comrade are about to fight off these guys!"

"Quack quack quack quack quack quack!"

"You go get them you evil-doer!"

"That's what I'm talking about!" said Soos.

"And if you look over here, you'll see the live capture of a pig and frog in love!"

"Wow. Looks uncomfortable," said one of the leading tourists.

"It's not easy being green," said Louie. "Unless you're me, of course..."

"Hey, Louie!" said Huey. "Guess what?! We're platypuses..."

"...Ladies and gentlemen, my brother has officially lost it..."

The audience went a snapped pictures.

"Long live the Platypus family!"

"You know, every dollar helps him regain his sanity..."

Meanwhile, our heroes were making their way to yet another dangerous booby trap, this time involving swinging flails.

"I think I now understand why our founder got kicked out of presidency so quickly... he was so busy spending time and money on building these elaborate traps for his treasure..." said Mabel.

"Spike balls? Yawn," said Dewey. "You know, compared to the chickens, this is actually pretty tame."

"Oh, yeah. I'd take these over chickens any day," said Webby. "To be honest, this is a leisure walk for me. Wouldn't you say so?"

"Yeah! Sure!" said Mabel. She was a little nervous about the maces.

"Piece of cake!" said Dewey. "Just watch us!"

And make their way through the trap they did, all without a scratch.

"Wait, where's Mabel," asked Webby.

Unfortunately, Mabel wasn't even halfway through the trap.

"You wouldn't happen to be one of those cute little spikeballs like in those video games, would you?" asked Mabel nervously.

"Mabel! Look out!" cried Webby. Quickly, Webby dived in and managed to grab Mabel out of the way before a spikeball charged at her.

"Webby! Wait!" said Mabel.

"Hang on!" said Webby, dodging all the balls with Mabel hanging on her back. "And we're out of the trap! Now, did you want to say something?"

"...You're bow's missing" said Mabel nervously.

"What?!" said Webby feeling her head. Then she saw that he bow was stuck on one of the spikes of the ball.

"Oh man!" said Mabel upset. "This is all my fault!"

"Oh, it's no big deal," said Webby. "I didn't really like that bow anyway. I can always just get another-"

"No, it's not just that!" said Mabel sadly. "This whole trip has been nothing but a bust! I thought this trip would make us closer together, but it's only shown why we shouldn't be!"

"What do you mean?"

"We failed all those magazine quizzes, I made the chickens go crazy on you guys, I messed up at the cliff, and now I can't even get through a booby trap with you!"

"Aw, Mabel, don't say that! Not everyone can get through these things so easily!" said Webby.

"But that's just it though! You're so skilled, tough, and quick at these things, and I'm all goofy, silly, and quirky. Maybe we're too different of adventures to be grappling hook buddies."

"Oh come on, Mabel. It's not that bad... I mean, sure, most of our interactions have lead to nothing but negative consequences but... I mean, uh..." said Webby.

Clearly Webby had no idea how to finish her sentence. Now she was beginning to doubt their grappling hook relationship status.

"...gosh, maybe we are too different to be grappling hook buddies..."

"Hey, guys! If you're done talking about friendship or whatever, you might want to see this!" said Dewey in a distance. "Look!"

Dewey, Webby, and Mabel all took a look to see a large room with a small podium built inside it.

"Finally!" said Dewey. "At last, we found it!"

"Yay! Now we can look at it!" said Mabel.

"Hold on," said Webby. "Something isn't right here. This seems way too easy..."

"Not if I cannae help it!" said a voice from behind them.