CHAPTER ONE
My name is Dewey Duck. I'm just your normal, average kid. I have two brothers, an uncle who is basically my dad, and some other relatives I hardly ever get to see. Some of them are amazing, like Grandma Duck. And some of them are annoying, like my Great Uncle Scrooge. He's literally the richest guy in the world, but he's so stingy with his money that he's no fun at all. My brothers and I try to play tricks on him every now and then at family reunions, but he always seems to be one step ahead of us and the tricks always end up falling on Uncle Donald. Uncle Donald, by the way, is the uncle who's basically my dad.
Anyway, life goes on and it's been pretty great so far. But then, today, everything changed. For the worse.
Remember how I mentioned that we have family reunions every now and then? Well, this year it was on a cruise ship. For like the first time ever, annoying old Uncle Scrooge wasn't going to be there. You see, it wasn't his ship and cruises cost money, so he was planning to stay home. Me and my brothers thought it was going to be great! No more getting in trouble because Uncle Donald thinks we put salt in his coffee, when we actually put it in Uncle Scrooge's and the old dodger switched coffee mugs!
And then, at the last second, I got a cough and Uncle Donald made me stay home. I'm old enough to stay home by myself for a few days, and I wasn't that sick, so according to Uncle Donald I would be fine. I was definitely upset that I wasn't going on the trip, but to be honest it would be fun staying home and doing whatever I wanted without anyone around.
They left three days ago, and my cough is gone now. They were only supposed to be gone for two, so I was expecting them back last night. Being late isn't a big deal, since my brothers probably caused Uncle Donald to stay longer for whatever reason. I wasn't even worried, although to be honest I was a little lonely. But earlier this morning, I woke up to find that Uncle Scrooge had let himself into our house and was standing at the end of my bed.
This was so weird I couldn't even process it-I mean, the guy lives in Duckburg, and that's really far from here. This is the uncle who collects soda cans from the trash for the refund, so it's not like he's just going to drop everything and pay the money to come visit us. Actually, I don't think he's ever been to visit us before even once.
That's why I thought I was dreaming when I saw him standing there at the end of the bed.
"Dewey," he said, his voice all business, "Pack yer things. I'm taking you ta Duckburg."
"Huh? Wait, why?" I asked, really, really confused.
Uncle Scrooge looked just a little annoyed. Or maybe he was a little sad? "Have you been watching the news?" He asked.
Is this a trick question? I was home alone and had free reign of the tv for the first time ever. Of course I wouldn't be watching the news.
"No." I said truthfully. What did the news have to do with anything anyway?
Uncle Scrooge sighed, and walked out of the room.
Naturally, I got out of my bed and followed him. He had walked into the living room, and turned on the tv.
I heard him sigh as he put down the remote and walked into the kitchen. I don't know what he was doing in there, but it didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was gone.
He didn't need to search for the right channel, because it was on all of them.
So today, I packed up whatever I could fit in my suitcase and left for Duckburg with my Uncle Scrooge.
Because the others...they weren't coming back.