Eventually, the next day came and Cherry and Atticus were supervising Huey and Dewey.
"Let's see," Huey smiled out of excitement as he checked his checklist. "Can Do Attitude, check. Professional posture check. Completed checklist, check. Wow, I can't believe we get to be interns at Waddle for Mark Beaks!"
"This sure is going to be an interesting day." Atticus said.
"At least I'm not stuck with Louie," Cherry rolled her eyes. "Little bug..."
"He can be annoying." Atticus nodded.
"Well, I'm mostly doing this to show off this bad boy." Dewey said, taking out his briefcase.
"What is that? " Huey asked his brother.
"Oh, this? It's my super serious business briefcase," Dewey replied. "'What brilliant business secrets is he hiding in there? Who knows'?!"
"That belongs to Flintheart Glomgold." Atticus said.
"Ah, what do you know?" Dewey smirked.
Atticus soon took the brief case before showing one of the buttons that had Flintheart Glomgold's face on it.
"Hmm... Touche..." Dewey pouted.
Cherry rolled her eyes a bit from that.
"But keep it, I doubt Flintheart's noticed it's gone." Atticus told Dewey as he gave back the briefcase.
"Ah, come on, what could happen?" Dewey smirked. "You could be a little happy for me."
"I am, I'm happy for you and Huey." Atticus said.
The boys soon looked to Cherry.
"Yeah... Thrilled for ya." Cherry replied, a bit dryly as always.
"Gee, thanks." Dewey said.
They soon ran into the man they were looking for.
"Welcome to Waddle, where imagination and innovation get married and have babies!" Mark announced to them.
"Ugh... I don't know why, but the way he said that bugs me." Cherry face-palmed.
"Same here." Atticus added.
Mark soon high-fived with his phone with a chuckle.
"Did you just high-five your phone?" Atticus asked.
"Digital high-five app, so you never get left hanging, or, you know, have to touch anyone," Mark explained with a small smirk. "Come, roll with Beaks."
'This guy is so annoying.' Atticus thought to himself.
Cherry looked over to Atticus.
"You feel annoyed with him too?" Atticus asked.
Cherry slowly nodded.
"He seems cool." Dewey said.
"Here are the high-impact trampolines, the low-impact trampolines, and, of course, the no-impact trampolines," Mark said as he showed them a collection of trampolines with people jumping all around on them. "Those are fun."
'Wow.' Atticus thought to himself.
They soon heard someone yelling out and having fun until he came out of a twisted slide, looking quite happy.
"Slides are the new stairs." Mark educated.
"Ha! That's actually pretty cool!" Dewey smiled.
"If, by cool, you mean statistically proven to increase employee productivity," Huey replied. "Huh! This guy."
'Oi.' Atticus thought to himself.
They soon came to a receptionist's desk.
"Oh, before you ask, yeah, it's all made of candy," Mark smirked to them. "You're welcome."
"Ooh, wow!" Dewey smiled, taking a candy stapler and chewing on it. "Who knew work could be so awesome?"
"Mark Beaks did," Mark smirked, taking the stapler and dropping it. "Blamo!"
'I feel sorry for the boys once they get an internship here.' Cherry thought to herself.
"He talks the way I want to live!" Dewey beamed.
"Here are your official Waddle trainee beanies," Mark told them, giving them propeller hats. "Congratulations, weenies! Oh, P.S., there's only space for one intern, so one of you is going home by the end of the day. Cool? Cool. Beaks out!" he soon rolled off once he was done with them for right now.
"This is rather awkward now." Atticus said.
"One internship?!" Huey replied. "Well, heh, you didn't really want it anyway, so I'll just tell Mr. Beaks to give it to me."
"Oh, no, no, no, no," Dewey glared at his brother. "Sliding my way to billions? Licking other people's stuff? It's everything I never knew I always wanted! I am in!"
"I'm out!" Cherry said, about to leave the building.
"I shall join you." Atticus added.
"Hey! You can't leave!" Dewey said. "Uncle Donald says you gotta look after us!"
"Dang it." Atticus groaned.
"Oh, sure, now you want us to look after you." Cherry rolled her eyes.
"Besides, this is about more than just goofing around." Huey told Dewey.
"Whee!" Dewey beamed as he went down the slide happily.
"Huey, I'm sorry, but I think this might just be just goofing around." Cherry said.
"He's not even doing it right!" Huey replied before sliding after his brother. "Look, I'll show you. Whee."
"Wow, and people say I'm emotionless." Cherry rolled her eyes.
"Huey's gonna lose it; I just know it." Atticus said.
The two soon slid after the two boys, both having fun, even Cherry.
"I always feel like I'm flying down a slide!" Cherry laughed, feeling like a little kid again.
They soon reached on the end of the slide. Cherry laughed before shaking her head to look dark and brooding again as she was a goth.
"That was fun!" Atticus cheered.
"Yeah... Lots of fun..." Cherry said.
"Very well then, moving on." Huey told them.
They soon walked off until they found a tablet that had task lists on it.
"Ooh, task lists! This is a place of dreams!" Huey smiled, taking a look. "Oh, I don't know, Dewey, this looks like a whole bunch of boring business-guy tasks."
"He's right, we should probably get out of here so you don't get bored." Cherry said.
"And lose this internship to him?" Dewey smirked. "No way! This place has free snow cones! Free snocones!" he then took a snocone as he was given one.
"Snocones...?" Cherry muttered.
"I got one for ya." Dewey smirked to her, but he soon saw that Cherry wasn't giving in to his bribery.
"It looks good, but... I can't..." Cherry told him.
Huey soon took a look at the checklist to see what he was getting himself into. Atticus took a look himself.
First was answering telephones.
"Thank you for calling Waddle. Please hold," Huey smiled, taking calls like a true intern would. "Thank you for calling Waddle. Please hold. Please hold. Waddle..."
"Yup, yeah, no," Dewey said, sounding like he was gossiping on the phone. "I totally get it. I hate talking on the phone, too, so that's why I kick my feet up, I'm leaning back-"
"Seriously?" Cherry asked.
"Who are you talking to?" Huey glared at his brother.
"Oh, uh Business-man-ning-ton-son?" Dewey replied.
Huey soon hung up for him.
"Oh, you just missed him!" Dewey smirked innocently.
"Fail." Cherry said as she put an X on Dewey's check list.
They soon moved onto the next item on the list.
Cherry and Atticus watched as Huey and Dewey soon typed notes on the computer. It would seem that Huey was doing a better job than Dewey.
It was then time to order lunch.
"Okay," Huey smiled to an employee. "One sandwich cut diagonally with no crusts, no pickles, but yes to pickles on the side, so you can decide which pickles to use."
"I got pizza!" Dewey announced as he brought out boxes of pizza. "Everybody loves pizza!"
Everyone began to cheer for Dewey as the new guy.
"I'm also the new guy." Huey pouted.
"Oh, Huey..." Atticus frowned softly.
"Uh, let's move on to the next task." Cherry said.
They continued to work for a while until they soon ran into Mark as he was with a literal falcon following him around.
"Excuse me, Mr. Beaks?" Huey spoke up.
"I just tagged us together," Mark smiled to the falcon before looking to the boys. "'Sup?"
"Mr. Beaks, here's my completed, color-coded, and categorized checklist," Huey said, showing his tablet. "I even made some categories for-"
"I ordered everybody pizza." Dewey said, a bit dully.
Cherry rolled her eyes at Dewey's report.
"So who would you say is in the lead for the internship?" Huey smiled hopefully.
"Oh, uh, I guess you're tied." Mark told the boys.
"You're kidding, right?" Atticus asked.
They soon heard alarms blaring which sent Cherry jumping into Atticus's arms and he nearly stumbled, feeling panicked as well.
"Oh, mandatory dance break!" Mark called out before dancing with his employees. "Whoo-whoo!"
Atticus looked annoyed with Mark Beaks while Cherry stuck her tongue out.
"I'm not so sure about this anymore." Huey said to Cherry and Atticus.
"This guy isn't one that you'd want an internship for." Atticus said.
"We'll talk to him after 'dance break' is over." Cherry suggested.
"Agreed." Atticus said.
Everyone soon continued to dance, but it soon ended.
"Ooh, listen, I got your most important task yet," Mark said to the boys. "Getting my 2:15 artisanal cold-pressed coffee. Now, I want almond-infused foam, not almonds in my foam. Infused foam, understood?"
"Coffee with stuff, got it!" Dewey smiled and ran off.
"You don't even know where it is!" Huey complained.
"Wow, Huey really is meant for the internship." Cherry said.
"You think he might really want this?" Atticus asked.
"I... I think it might be good for him... At least for a little bit." Cherry replied.
"Yeah, it just might." Atticus nodded.
Dewey soon shoved Huey before getting chased by him.
"Boys." Cherry groaned.
Huey and Dewey soon ordered the coffee, but they competed over whose would be made first.
However, both were made at the same time, so they raced to deliver the treat to Mark, and where Dewey seemed to rush to Mark while Huey took his time.
"Here's another XL Waddle T-shirt, a bunch of Waddle yo-yos, and a Waddle jetpack," Mark said, giving the falcon some souvenirs. "Don't try it. It's super broken."
"Beaks, coffee! Winner!" Dewey panted as he rushed over.
"Oh, I..." Mark said before checking his phone. " I'm sorry, why am I getting my 2:15 coffee at 2:14? I didn't get an email about it moving up."
"Just take the coffee." Cherry told him.
"I didn't become an almost-billionaire by having coffee at random times of the day like some commoner!" Mark glared. "There's an order to things, my order, and I-"
"Mr. Beaks, I have your 2:15 coffee at exactly 2:15." Huey smiled, showing his cup.
"Ooh, yummy!" Mark smiled back as he soon took it, drinking it happily. "Man, things got real for a second back there, right?"
Cherry rolled her eyes from that.
"How is this not very real?" The falcon scoffed.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, one sec," Mark told him before looking to the red-clad duckling. "Kid, what's your name?"
"Huey, sir." Huey smiled.
"Ooh, don't love it..." Mark replied.
"Well, too bad, it's his name, so back off!" Cherry soon glared like a protective big sister.
"You better do as she says." Atticus added.
Mark soon took out a golden beanie with a smile. "How about brand-new Waddle intern Huey? Ha-ha!"
"Achieve dream," Huey smiled as he accepted the golden hat. "Check."
"Can we now get to Project Ta-Da?!" The falcon glared at Mark.
"Hey, I like this guy." Cherry smirked as the falcon seemed to scare Mark.
"You better do as he says." Atticus told Mark.
"Whoa, is that an ironically fancy briefcase in my super-chill work environment?" Mark asked Dewey, seeing the briefcase.
"Uh, yes." Dewey replied.
"What's going on in there, like, brilliant business secrets?" Mark smirked out of intrigue.
"You know it!" Dewey smirked back.
"Which isn't yours." Atticus said.
"Don't blow this for me!" Dewey complained.
"But he's already decided who gets the internship." Cherry told Dewey.
"Very chill. Oh, I like how you roll!" Mark smiled to Dewey before facing Huey. "You are my new Vice President of Fancy Business. Intern, you report to him now. Boom. Beaks out!"
"Uh..." Cherry grunted out slightly.
"Um..." Atticus added.
"What?!" Huey yelped.
"Yes! Faked it, maked it!" Dewey cheered. "I didn't even know this was my life's dream until today."
"But but how did I win and still lose? I worked so hard and had so many completed checklists," Huey frowned until he tried to look cool and took the briefcase, seeming to slowly drift into insanity. "Do you need me to get a briefcase? 'Cuz I can go get one and then become the Vice President of Being Chill! 'Cuz I'm chill. I'm straight chilling. Like a villain, even!"
"Oh, no, he's lost it." Atticus said.
"Or I could be Chief Manager of Losing It!" Huey continued as he caused havoc. "'Cuz anyone can just be anything! Look at me, everybody, now I'm the Duke of Making a Mess! Watch out for the Duke!"
"Guys, I think I broke Huey." Dewey said to Cherry and Atticus.
"Everyone stay clear from the duke!" Cherry called out.
"Mr. Beaks, is everything okay?" A security guard asked, coming with a group.
"Ugh... This again." The falcon glared as he came toward them, beating them up instantly.
"Wow, he sure doesn't like security guards." Atticus said.
Mark soon took pictures of the brawling from the falcon. "Oh, I missed that last punch," he then said. "Could you prop him back up and do it again?"
"No more games," The falcon glared. "You're all my captives now. You, Vice President, take me to Project Ta-Da!"
"Yes, of course. Sure," Dewey replied before looking around. "Uh..."
"Huey, do you mind telling us which way it is to Project Ta-Da?" Cherry asked.
"Sure..." Huey replied, sounding a little bit better now, though exhausted from his little episode. "It's that way."
"It's that way," Dewey added bashfully, walking off with his brother. "Of course it's that way. Sorry, it's my first day, but, eh, let's go this way."
Atticus soon rolled his eyes.
They soon used an elevator and came into a sparkling clean room.
"Welcome to the cutting edge of the latest technology," Mark smiled. "See that in the air? What is that? It's called magic!"
"Open the vault! Now!" The falcon glared, shoving Mark over.
"Ugh, fine!" Mark groaned before imitating him. "'I'll finally take you to Project Ta-Da'."
"This guy is seriously getting on my nerves." The falcon groaned.
"You and me both," Cherry told him. "Uh, who are you anyway?" she then asked. "I mean... Should I know you?"
"The name is Graves," The falcon told her. "Falcon Graves."
"That fits." Cherry replied.
Mark soon started to unlock the door to Project Ta-Da. The door was soon being opened for them, showing a bright light which made all of their eyes widen.
"Menacing man, small children, prepare yourselves for my greatest invention." Mark told them.
The bright light soon died down to show...Nothing but a white room.
"What? Nothing?" Falcon asked.
"Everything you think it is, and nothing you're expecting!" Mark smiled. "You got the nothing part right."
"So, Project Ta-Da is a hoax?" Huey asked.
"Ta-Dah! I build hype for a fake product, everyone invests in my company, kablam, I'm a billionaire!" Mark explained.
Atticus soon took a picture of the room with his phone and started to text something with a smirk. Cherry came up beside him, looking over his shoulder to see what he was doing.
"This is ridiculous," Falcon glared as he took out his phone. "I'm calling my employer." And when he called his employer, Mark's cell phone went off.
"Woooow." Cherry said.
"Go for Beaks." Mark smirked as he answered the phone.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Falcon growled. "Why would you hire me to steal something that doesn't exist?"
"So he gets to say Project Ta-Da was stolen, but he still keeps the money!" Dewey realized.
"Not for long." Atticus smirked as he sends the shot he took and his text.
"What are you doing?" Cherry asked him.
They all soon heard their cell phones ping, telling them a post was sent. Everyone soon took out their phones to see the post.
"I can't believe I looked up to him." Huey said about Mark.
"Aw, Huey, it's okay." Cherry said, trying to comfort him.
"With the post I sent; I doubt he'll be getting any more money." Atticus said.
"Why?" Dewey asked.
Atticus soon showed Dewey and Huey his post he sent.
"Wah! Why didn't I think of that?!" Cherry whined.
"You brat!" Mark cried out. "What have you done?!"
"Showed the world that you were lying about Project Ta-Da." Atticus smirked before seeing Falcon still looking angry at Mark.
"Would you mind if I disposed of him?" Falcon glared, though he wasn't angry with them of course.
"Look, I understand him lying to you is bad, but it's a bit extreme of throwing him off the roof." Cherry said.
"Why not?!" Falcon asked.
"Uh... Because you would look insane?" Cherry replied.
Falcon soon began to grumble as that was true.
"I love being me sometimes." Cherry smirked.
Falcon looked to her.
"Yeah, I know he's annoying, but you shouldn't downright kill him." Cherry advised.
"Ugh, you're right," Falcon groaned. "Can I at least kill his phones he has on him?"
"Hmm... By all means." Cherry smirked.
Falcon smirked back and soon began to destroy Mark's phones.
"No!" Mark cried.
Huey was still feeling a bit depressed.
"It's going to be all right." Cherry said, trying to comfort him the best that she could.
"That's right, besides, Mark Beaks is now going to get his taste of bad karma." Atticus said.
"I guess you guys are right." Huey said softly.
"Uh, sir?" A female duck spoke up to Mark Beaks.
"Huh? Oh, uh, yes?" Mark replied, trying to sound calm and collective.
"Um, you're losing money due to the Project Ta-Da being revealed to be a lie." The female duck informed him.
"W-W-What?!" Mark yelped.
Cherry and Atticus soon shared a smirk with each other.
"How much am I losing?" Mark asked.
"Um, just as much you were getting." The female duck told him.
"But that's impossible!" Mark cried out.
"The impossible is possible." Cherry and Atticus phrased.
"All of you, out!" Mark glared.
"Gladly." The two replied as they soon took Huey and Dewey out with them.
"You're ruined." Falcon told Mark as he left with them.
"Yes, he is." The female duck nodded.
"This is gonna cost me..." Mark said.
"By the way... I quit." The female duck said before she soon left.
"See? Karma is doing its magic." Atticus told Huey.
"Hmm... Yeah... You're right..." Huey replied. "I just can't believe I looked up to that guy."
"Yeah, the ones we look up to can sometimes let us down." Atticus said.
Huey sighed a bit. "I don't know if I'll ever be the same."
"We'll help you recover." Cherry soothed him.
"That's right." Dewey added.
It was a long walk home, but hopefully, it would get better.
Mo soon asked Mrs. Beakley to make some ice cream as she had a feeling that today didn't go so well, and the elderly duck woman soon went to do just that.
"We miss much over here?" Atticus asked.
"It was soooo boring without you." Lionel said as he soon appeared.
"Well, we're back now." Atticus said.
They soon had some ice cream and began to eat it after the bad day of being interns.
"I think I'll try to make my own money doing something else." Cherry muffled with her mouth full.
"That sounds like a smart idea, lass." Scrooge smiled as he walked in before flipping a coin to Cherry.
"Yaugh!" Cherry yelped and soon caught the coin. "Um... Thank you, Scrooge?"
"To help you get started, lass." Scrooge smiled.
"Well, thanks again." Cherry said.
"Consider it a pleasure," Scrooge smiled. "You are apart of the family after all, even if you don't have a beak, feathers, or webbed feet."
This caused Cherry to smile.
"Aww... What a great lesson!" Atticus beamed from that.
"Yeah." Lionel smiled.
Cherry gave a small smile as she kept the coin for safekeeping.
"So, what next?" Lionel asked.
"I dunno... I think I need to go in my room for a while," Cherry said, walking off. "I feel tired."
"One quick trip to your room coming right up." Lionel said as he snapped his fingers, teleporting Cherry to her room in the mansion.
Cherry blinked and glanced at him. "Uh... Thanks?"
"Sure thing!" Lionel smiled to her.
Cherry soon got ready for bed so she could get some rest after what happened today.
Lionel soon went to leave Cherry alone for right now. "Ya know, I think you guys could use a little vacation!" he then said to Atticus.
"We really could." Atticus nodded.
"Hmm... Where to send you though?" Lionel pondered. "You like the beach?"
Atticus's eyes widened as he thought about the last time he tried to go swimming, but ended up drowning. "Um... Well..." he then gulped before remembering what happened back in Atlantis.
"Is there a problem?" Lionel asked.
"Uh, maybe somewhere else...?" Atticus suggested with a sheepish grin.
"You don't have to go in the water, but you can enjoy the nice, warm sand." Lionel smiled.
"Hmm... Well... Perhaps we could try the beach..." Atticus said. "Let's just say that water and I have a bit of a history."
"It couldn't have been that bad." Lionel said.
"Try almost drowning." Atticus suggested.
"Drowning?" Lionel asked.
Atticus shuddered a bit from the memory of drowning.
"Oh..." Lionel said before frowning.
"Yeah..." Atticus replied.
"Do you hate me now?" Lionel pouted.
"I like that you're trying." Atticus gave a small smile to cheer him up with.
"Hmm... How about we go to Egypt then?" Lionel asked.
"Egypt..." Atticus pondered. "Oh, Cherry would love that. She loves Egyptian culture. I remember this one time she wrapped herself in toilet paper and laid down on the floor to make herself a mummy."
"Then that's where we should go." Lionel smiled.
"Hmm... An adventure in Egypt with Scrooge McDuck... I feel like I had a dream like that once." Atticus replied, thinking about it for a little bit.
"Do you write down all your dreams you've had in a dream journal?" Lionel asked him.
"Oh, Cherry usually takes care of that," Atticus replied. "I do it sometimes, but if I have certain dreams, I tell her about them and she helps me out in case they might mean anything."
"So then maybe you wrote down the dream you had that relates to an adventure in Egypt with Scrooge McDuck?" Lionel said.
"Hmm..." Atticus paused in thought before going to his room to get his dream journal.
Lionel soon accompanied him.
"Funny... It seems like an alternate timeline or something," Atticus chuckled. "Webby's a total girly girl in this dream."
"Wow." Lionel said.
"I don't get it either... I must've been sick or something..." Atticus shrugged. "Oh, well. Egypt sounds cool. I'm sure Launchpad would be more than happy to take us."
"Cool." Lionel smiled.
Atticus smiled back to Lionel as they became friends.