Dewey was struggling with math, starting 4th grade was the worst decision he's ever made. He's never good in school, he doesn't like listening, he doesn't like sitting still and he doesn't like the teachers, sometimes in class Dewey would imagine that if a dinosaur attacked the school, he'd have to slay it and save everyone, And then they'd reward him with no more homework ever..

or the dinosaur would just eat his math teacher, whichever one.

9 X 4 = _

Dewey stared at it for a while, Mrs Antwerp told him not to count with his fingers, like dang it, what else is he supposed to count with? Dewey banged his head on the wooden table a couple times, hoping that it will either give him brain damage so he has a reason to fail or it will just come to him.

Donald rushed over "Hey Dewey, don't do that. What's wrong with you?"He asked.

Dewey groaned placing his hands over his eyes trying not to cry because this is a dumb reason to start crying. Why couldn't he figure out something so easy? Dewey bit down the tears and forced a "Sorry Uncle Donald".

Donald looked at Dewey's paper, all the answers were blank except one that he wrote: "wHy aSk ME im just A cHild'

Donald sighed "Struggling with math?"He asked.

"I can't do it without counting"Dewey said.

Donald took out a separate piece of paper "Here let me help."

Donald wrote out a chart that goes from 1 to 100 tables.

"That's cheating"Dewey said.

"No it's not, it just helps you learn, and we'll go through them every day here".

Dewey sighed, placing his head on his palms. Hating that he had to use this baby chart to look up the answer and Huey just knows "How come Huey do it and I can't?"Dewey asked in complete aggression.

"Well everyone has different talents. This just comes more naturally to Huey"Donald said "Kinda like how you're better at sports".

Dewey sighed and got back to work, even though the answer was right in front of him he couldn't do it, he wanted to get far away from there, wherever, it didn't matter. He could explore the world and see Europe, he could find a pirates hidden treasure, he could go to the Whitehouse and get the map behind the declaration of indecentense! He saw that in a movie once, how hard could that be? He was daydreaming of all the amazing adventures he could go on, how he'd do it, all the glory it would win him. The crowds that would cheer his name! "Dewey! Dewey!"

Dewey got back into the realization of where he was. In the dinning room, doing homework "Ugh!"Dewey banged his head on the table once more "Why am I so stupid?"He asked.

Donald's eyes widened "Dewey Duck you are not stupid!"

"Mrs Antwerp said I was! And she's a teacher. She's also right, why else would I not understand this?"

"It's not true Dewey! You can prove her wrong, you are smarter then you think and smarter then she knows. You just have to do your best and show her up!"Donald said.

"Ok"He sighed.

"And I will help you every step of the way"Huey said out of nowhere.

"Really?"Dewey asked.

"Sure, it's easy once you get the hang of it"Huey said, he started to explain to Dewey how easy it can be if you look at the problem a different way, Huey was really smart...and so is Dewey when he puts his mind to it.

How dare someone say that to his nephew..nobody talks that way to his kids

and gets away with it.

Authers note: I realize this isn't my best work (But like what is?)

I still like it though.

thanks so much for the reads and reviews despite the absence, i appreciate it.

love yall :)