"Louie, for the last time, put that pep back on the shelf," Donald scolded.
"Aw, why? It's not like we can't afford it," Louie pouted.
"Because the meteor comes tomorrow and we need to pack light! Thanks to you boys we're already behind."
"I told you I'm sorry! I didn't mean to summon Cthulhu," Dewey huffed.
"The junior woodchuck guidebook states that the most important thing to have in this kind of emergency is safe drinking water followed closely by food," Huey stated matter of factly.
"Uh, yeah, I think everyone says that," Louie snorted.
"Alright," Donald started counting on his fingers, "we have plenty of water bottles, unperishable food, paper towels, the girls and Scrooge are packing their things, and Panchito says that we can stay with him. It's going to be a long drive. Especially if Launchpad is driving. It's already getting late so we'd better go home and pack our clothes. We'll leave first thing in the morning."
Louie tried sneaking the pep back into the cart while his uncle was distracted. Donald shot him a look so he put it back rolling his eyes. Donald motioned for the triplets to follow him to the checkout line.
As they arrived back at the mansion Mrs. Beakly was setting down a large box of supplies next to the rest. "Good, you're finally home," she said, "I've brought the suitcases to your room. You'd better go and get it over with so we can all go to sleep and get up early tomorrow morning."
Donald went to go find Scrooge in his office. He was staring intently out the window. "We're back," Donald said. "once the boys are packed that should be everything we need."
"You know," Scrooge spoke; aware his nephew was in the room, but only somewhat addressing him, "we've faced a lot of adventures in our day, and a meteor shouldn't be that bad. If everyone evacuates it shouldn't even hurt anybody. But..." he began pacing, "something just doesn't feel right."
Donald looked at him incredulously.
"I mean what is it about this thing that is making it so hard to gather data. Why is it coming with such little notice? We know about cosmic events decades before they happen! I can tell you exactly what day the next lunar eclipse will be! Why is this one only giving us four days notice? What I'm trying to say is that I think we're dealing with something weird."
"Weird?" Donald debated, "Like what? Everything we do is weird."
Scrooge slumped."I know, I know. I'm just... overthinking things." He shook his head like a dog would shake off water, almost like he was trying to shake his anxieties away.
"Well," Donald comforted, "whatever it is I'm sure we can handle it."
You still reading? Good. I know this chapter was really short and really dialogue heavy, but I promise the next one will be better. I'd never in a million years think that so many people would even visit my story right off the bat, but here it is. It really means a lot to me. Stay tuned ;) Thank you. ~Sara