Donald looked at his nephews in a short silence.

'A kitten?' He thought. 'Well I guess pets are a big responsibility, and they really want to prove that they're responsible.' He sighed softly.

"You know what boys, sure. You can have a kitten." Donald replied. Dewey jumped out of his seat and cheered. Louie smiled slightly.

"Thanks Uncle Donald." He muttered. Huey laughed nervously, but quietly. He wasn't really a big fan of cats, so having one as a pet kind of worried him.

"When are we gonna get it? Is it soon? Can we go today!?" The middle triplet asked excitedly. He was jumping up and down. In all honesty, he had always wanted a pet, dog or cat, he didn't care, so this was a huge win for him. He knew cats were lazy and if he and his brothers took care of it well, then they would get to go outside.

"You three won't be going anywhere." Donald clarified. "I'm going to go to the pet store and get one, you three are staying here."

"Awe, come on Uncle Donald. Let us go with you." Dewey whined.

"The only reason you three are getting a cat is so you can prove you're responsible enough to go outside. Don't think you can trick me." The blue clad duckling huffed and crossed his arms. Huey looked at his younger brothers, Louie had continued eating and Dewey was still pouting as he was slumped back in his chair. The eldest triplet watched Louie finish eating and take his dishes to the sink. He had to stand on a stool to get up there without harming the plastic bowl and cup. He didn't exactly understand why they had to prove that they were responsible enough to go outside. He was pretty responsible more than half the time and Louie knew how to take care of himself just fine, when he wasn't being lazy that is. As for Dewey, he was a bit eccentric, so, yeah, they probably did have to prove that they could all be responsible at the same time.

"You can watch some TV while I'm gone." Donald said to his nephews as he stood up from his seat. "I won't be long. Don't answer the door or the phone unless it has my name on-"

"On the caller ID, we know Uncle Donald." The triplets replied in unison. Right when Donald left the house boat, the triplets looked at each other.

"Not it!" Huey and Dewey called.

"No fair!" Louie whined. "It's Dewey's turn to wash the dishes!"

"But I called the 'not it' baby brother, so you have to wash them." Dewey claimed. Louie crossed his arms and looked down at the ground with a pouty face before looking back up at his older brothers with teary puppy dog eyes. The older triplets froze in place at the look their baby brother was giving them.

"We-We told you not to use that look on us." Huey stuttered.

"Why not?" Louie asked, his voice slightly whiny. "It works all the time."

"It works too well." Dewey finally gave in with a sigh. "Fine, I'll wash the dishes." Louie smiled and hugged his older brother.

"Thanks Dew. I call choosing the channel!" The youngest triplet called out.

"I swear, that kid is evil." Dewey muttered to his older brother.

"Don't say that Dewey, but yes, I can see it." Huey agreed, his voice a whisper so their baby brother wouldn't hear them talking about him.

"The dishes aren't going to wash themselves." Louie claimed from where he was sitting. Dewey growled quietly and went to the sink, standing on the stool. He rolled up his sleeves and turned the faucet on.

"Hubert, brother, can you hand me the dishes on the table please?" Dewey said while looking in Louie's direction.

"Why yes Dewford, I can." Huey handed Dewey the dishes that were on the table.

"Thanks Huey, it's great to have a brother that helps with the chores." The middle triplet emphasized a few of the words.

"You can't guilt trip me!" Louie claimed.

"Do you not have a soul or something? I mean, seriously, would it kill you to help with the chores once in a while? You get out of everything!"

"It's cause I'm the baby triplet." The green triplet boasted.

"Yeah, by two seconds from Huey and one second from me!" Dewey yelled.

"Dewey, calm down, if it makes you feel better, I'll wash the dishes." Huey offered.

"Okay, thanks Hue." Dewey hopped down from the stool and dried his hands on a towel before making his way over to where Louie was and sitting next to him.

"I told you it would work." Dewey claimed, his voice quiet as he spoke in a soft, scolding tone. The youngest triplet shrugged.

"I never said it wouldn't, since I was my plan, but it was great acting on your half, I actually thought you were mad." Louie laughed quietly.

"Oh no, I was actually mad." The middle triplet clarified, grabbing the controller from his brother. Louie looked at his hand, where the controller once was and then moved his eyes so he was looking at his brother.

"So you two planned this, huh?" Huey asked, standing behind his younger brothers.

"Huey!" The blue and green triplets exclaimed, jumping slightly as they turned to look at him.

"We, can explain?" Louie claimed, his statement more like a question.

"Uh-huh, sure." The oldest triplet muttered.

"What about the dishes?" Dewey asked, but was shocked to see that he had already finished washing them.

"Already done." Huey stated. "But, I think one of you didn't finish drinking their water, so I left it out until you drink it." The younger triplets gulped as they looked at each other.

"Who left some water?" The green triplet asked.

"You." Huey walked over to the sink, bringing back a green cup. "Drink up baby brother, I don't want to see a single drop left." Louie took the cup and looked inside. There was only a little bit of water in the cup.

"There's just a little bit left, can't I just throw it out?" He asked. Huey shook his head. The youngest triplet groaned as he continued to look into the cup. "You did something to the water, didn't you?"

"Why would you accuse me of such a thing Lou, I would never." The red clad duckling claimed. "Come on, one gulp." He grabbed the hand that was holding the cup and put it up to his brother's bill.

"I don't want to." Louie whined, but when he spoke, Huey tilted the cup so he drank the water. The green triplet coughed at the sudden drink in his mouth before spitting it back into the cup. "Ew! It tastes like soap!" Huey laughed at his youngest brother's reaction.

"Maybe next time you won't leave your colorful little plans lying about for me to find."

"At least tell me you put my drawings back under my bed." Louie was wiping his tongue with his sleeve, trying to get rid of the soap.

"Don't worry, I put them back under there." Huey stated. "This was just a lot to not of revenge that I had planned for the last time you got out of chores."

"Okay, okay, I won't do it again." Louie claimed. "But I'm still choosing the channel cause you pranked me like that."

"Whatever makes you happy baby brother." The triplets then proceeded to sit side by side in the couch as they watched TV, time went by quickly and it was now three thirty in the afternoon. The three brothers had fallen asleep, the younger two resting their heads on their older brother's shoulders. Donald came home not too long after the clock hit three forty. He held a small, fluffy, white kitten in one hand as he closed the door with the other hand. As he walked in, he smiled as he saw his nephews sleeping on the couch. He walked over to them and turned the TV off, placing the kitten in their laps.

"Boys, wake up." He called out softly. Huey slowly woke up and froze as he saw the kitten on his lap. His body stiffened as the small creature began walking from his lap and into Dewey's. The middle triplet stirred as he felt Huey's body stiffen. He opened his eyes slowly, yawning a bit. He looked down at his lap and he couldn't help but let out a small scream of excitement.

"Oh my gosh! It's so cute!" His eyes sparkled as he reached down to pet the small cat. The kitten jumped a bit, having being frightened from the volume if the middle triplet's voice, and landed in Louie's lap. The green triplet immediately woke up when the kitten landed in his lap. He smiled brightly as the little fluffy, cloud resembling cat. He slowly moved his hand to pat the top of its head, the pet leaning into the touch, purring softly. "Awe, lucky." Dewey whined quietly. "I wanted to pet it"

"Her name is Marshmallow. The clerk at the pet store said she was the runt and her mom didn't want to feed her." Huey looked over at the kitten, his hands a bit shaky. "But, she's also really mischievous, see how you handle her now." The little white cat made her way slowly back to Huey's lap, pawing his legs gently before lying down. Huey suddenly stood up, the kitten almost falling to the ground, but being caught by Donald. "Huey! Be careful!" He scolded. "That's strike one."

"Strike one!?" Dewey and Louie exclaimed. Huey looked from the kitten, to his uncle, and finally to his brothers.

"I'll, b-be in our room. " He muttered, before rushing to his shared room, closing the door behind him and leaving the rest of his family confused.