A Rewritten Family History

I just want to give lots of love to the creators of this show as well as the original series for creating this vast world. I'm having fun playing in the sandbox of their creation messing around with different and I'm sure also at times controversial pairings/overall character dynamics . I'm always open for constructive criticism as I'm sure there are other creators in the community as that's what makes us better at what we do and love but please refrain from hate. The world is already a shitty place and words hurt…

I looked up songs 'of the time' for Donald to be singing in the flashback and vibed best with Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit


Donald could sense that something was up when Dewey didn't stop by the Unchained Melody after school. With no late afternoon or evening charters he soon returned to his home for the day only to be met with his son sitting on the bed in his dark bedroom aggressively strumming on his guitar. It reminded Donald of himself when he was younger, using music to communicate his emotions inevitably forming a true passion for it.


December 1996:

A thirteen year old Donald sat in his dark bedroom aggressively strumming on his guitar. It had been a week since coming back from their latest adventure with their Uncle Scrooge and his bad luck had once again caused a mishap that nearly cost the trio their lives.

'I'm cursed' he thought to himself which wouldn't be that far fetched with all the ancient idols and amulets he'd come in contact with in the five years since taking up permanent residence with his Uncle.

I'm worse at what I do best

And for this gift I feel blessed

Our little group has always been

And always will until the end

"If you're open to requests, how about some Powerline next," a familiar and kind of annoying at the moment voice spoke up from the doorway interrupting his concentration.

Turning he saw his twin leaning against the door frame arms crossed. The yellow dress she'd been wearing having just come from cotillion was a stark contrast to the well worn brown aviator jacket that was her 'signature accessory'

"Never going to happen," Donald said, placing his guitar carefully on the floor and patting the edge of his bed for her to join him.

"Never say never Donny," she replied, taking a seat besides him, "So, working on any original compositions?"

Donald shook his head.

"The muse is a fickle mistress, what about you...staying out of trouble?"

"Trouble is my middle name...well not really...but I wish it was because that would be EPIC! Anyway, I know I say this every year but THIS is going to be the year that we catch Santa for Uncle Scrooge."

Donald once more rolled his eyes. He loved his sister's enthusiasm he really did however there were times that he wished she understood that he was far from the adrenaline junkie the rest of the family seemed to be.

"What do you mean WE."

"Donny…" she said curling her bill into a look that she knew could sway her twin into seeing things her way.

"...Dumbella," he replied with a shake of his head before leaning back and crashing onto his pillow.

He couldn't tell as she rolled her eyes as she HATED being called her full name with a passion….who does that to a child anyway….

"So once I change into something more….me...we're going to the arcade and having a strategy session over air hockey right?"

"Best two out of three...but if I win I'm out and you can rope someone else into your scheme...maybe cousin Gladstone and his 'lucky gene' will be a better fit."

"FINE...but I won't go easy on you because our twintuition is much stronger then dumb luck."


If their twintuition was stronger then why didn't she listen to it that day he thought to himself slipping back into the moment listening to the song filling the air. While there was no vocal accompaniment the tune was unmistakable as the lullaby that Della had written for the triplets, a song that he had sung to Dewey a lot as he grew up.

"Playing your mom's lullaby must be something serious on your mind kiddo." Donald said, causing Dewey to stop playing and nod his head. He wanted to tell his uncle that he'd been jealous over the fact that Huey, Webby, and Louie had met their mom and how he was close to calling a cab during free period and heading to the manor however he knew it wasn't his place to announce his mother's return and so he simply mumbled…

"Pop quiz," it wasn't a total lie… there was one in his English class on the chapters of the novel they were reading.

Donald nodded though he didn't buy it as a reason for Dewey to be so glum after all his biological father was a genius and it was clear with the way school came so easy to the boy that he had inherited some of his 'genius genes'.

"Say kid, I know it's a school night but what do you say we go to Funzo's for pizza, maybe a round of air hockey?"

Donald watched as the boy shot him a pensive glare before placing his guitar under his bed and grabbing the well worn blue flannel that was folded beside him.

"You know I can't say no to Funzo's," Dewey replied with a smile.

About a half hour later father and son arrived at the arcade which while evolved with the times still brought back memories to Donald of when he would come there with his sister.

"So," Dewey spoke, "Want to play a round first before we eat?"

Donald nodded liking the way his son thought.

"Why don't you go hold the table while I grab tokens."

Dewey nodded he began to walk in the opposite direction of where Donald was going beginning to think that this was the best distraction from what was going on in his mind and he'd have to thank his father later for suggesting it when he saw a familiar boy dressed in a red already waiting besides the air hockey table.

"What are you doing here?" They both said at the exact same time as while they hadn't been raised together as brothers and their personalities were all vastly different the triplets always seemed to be on a similar wavelength.

As the eldest it was Huey who naturally spoke up first as he nervously shrugged back his shoulders.

"Mom was at the lab when I came home from school," he said in a whispered tone, "She wanted to have some family time before she headed back to the manor. Dad didn't know how she'd feel about going to our house for a home cooked meal so he suggested here. Apparently mom and Uncle Donald used air hockey to settle their squabbles."

She was here! Dewey thought to himself….he was going to meet her...Donald was going to see….

Speaking of Donald, he had made his way back toward the table instantly spotting Huey. If it was rare for him to take Dewey out on a school night it was even rarer for Gyro to take Huey yet here they were causing Donald to once more feel a tingle on the back of his neck insinuating something was wrong.

"Whatcha doing here Huey?" Donald spoke causing his nephew to nervously run a hand through his hair. Donald watched the red clad boy begin to open his mouth when suddenly he heard a voice speak from behind him… an all to familiar female voice that he never thought he'd hear again at least not until he one day passed on.

"DONNY! Is it really you?"

He watched as Dewey's eyes grew wide like saucers as he was already faced in her direction before turning on his heels to face a familiar pair of eyes.

"DELLA!" He exclaimed back as he tossed his arms around his twin proving she wasn't a mirage manifesting due to low blood sugar or dehydration, "When….how…"

"Last night….lots of perseverance…" Della said, stepping back from her brother's embrace and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Donald was still in disbelief about the moment even though he could feel his sister's grip on his shoulder reaching up to tangle his fingers into hers.

"I should of listened to you Donny," his sister continued in a whisper as he began to realize that no this wasn't some daydream this was real and if he were a gambling man he would be wise to bet on the fact that Dewey had somehow heard about his mother's return while he'd been with Gyro the evening before and that was why he'd been so distant. Speaking of Dewey, he observed his sister now gazing over to where the two boys still stood passively observing the reunion between brother and sister.

"Mom," Dewey's voice finally spoke up, breaking the moment causing Della to curl her bill into a smile looking from the duckling to her brother and back.

"He's quite your mini me isn't he?" Della said looking toward her brother as she reached out toward the other boy, "Well except for the hair."

Giving Dewey's hair a light ruffle, Donald smiled back once more toward his sister flushing a bit at her words. Sure, Dewey had a talent for guitar and took his fashion queues from his childhood in the 90s personality wise he had very much been his mother's son.

"I've heard so much about you from Webby and I can already tell we're going to be thick as thieves."

Donald watched the proud smile cross Della's lips as she hugged both her sons tight thinking that the only piece missing was Louie though for some reason Donald suspected that deep down his young 'cousin' wouldn't be as quick to warm up to Della being back due to the tight knit bond he already shared with Goldie though that was a worry for another day.

"I'm sorry I left you hanging," Gyro's voice soon filled the air breaking Donald from his thoughts, "I was on my way back from getting tokens and I got a call I needed to take…."

His voice trailed off as he locked eyes with his brother in law.

"Well, this is not the way I pictured things to happen tonight, Hubert did you call your uncle while I stepped away?"

Huey simply shook his head as Donald shrugged his shoulders.

"Great minds just think alike."

The chicken soon began to chuckle as if someone had told a joke but Donald didn't quite get just what the punchline was until he soon composed himself rolling his eyes and shaking his head side to side.

"I got my masters degree at the age of thirteen and you got a degree in music theory….I hardly think our minds are on the same playing field."

Della rolled her eyes at the exchange.

"Oh I missed this," she mumbled under her breath as her bill curled into a smile. "I guess you guys have the same paternal instincts."

Both men nodded agreeing that was the reasoning behind the five of them being at the same place at the same time on that specific evening.

"So now the important question," Huey said with a smile, a flash of his competitive streak in his eyes, "how do we want to match up."

Gyro took a step back from the table, a smirk crossing his lips as he crossed his arms together thinking about the epic matches that he had witnessed through the years he'd known the twins. "How about I sit this one out and it's Huey and Della vs Dewey and Donald?"

There was a moment of contemplative silence however Donald cracking his knuckles soon put an end to it.

"I've been practicing Della, be prepared to eat my dust…"

"Bring it Donny."

"It's been brought sis."

The boys looked towards Gyro as if to silently ask with their eyes if they were always like that to which the chicken nodded as the twins made their way toward opposite sides of the table and for the rest of the evening to passers by it was as if they were always one big happy family and hadn't been torn apart for over a decade.