"Hey, watch it!"
"Ow!"
"Quit it!"
Whoosh! All was dark.
Dewey slowly opened his eyes. No pain. No dizziness. Just the faintest trace of a weird smell in his nose.
Definitely not the worst way to wake up.
He tried to think. The last thing he remembered, he and the boys (and Webby, who was basically one of the boys at this point) had been exploring an abandoned temple with Uncles Scrooge and Donald, and they'd gone off on their own because said Uncles had started fighting about what they should do next. And then Webby had run off on her own because she was super eager to do everything, especially exploring an ancient temple, which was a super great quality and made her even more fun to be around (seriously, who knew that riding a bus could be exciting?), except when it meant that she got separated from everybody else. It hadn't helped that the lights were already dim, and they were only using two flashlights (well, one, now that Webby had run off) so they'd still have backups in case the batteries went dead. And then some dark shadowy figures had come out of nowhere and grabbed at them and Dewey could feel his brothers trying to hit back but then the dim light turned into no light and now he was here.
Wait. If Webby had run off just before they were attacked, did that mean she…?
Nah.
Dewey shifted, trying to get his bearings in the once-again dim light, and suddenly the whole floor tilted. Dewey frantically shifted the other way, trying to balance it out, but instead, the floor tilted the other way. Dewey threw himself on his stomach, trying to make it stop. He could feel the floor swinging back and forth underneath him, finally slowing down. It almost felt like the houseboat, but somehow less...secure.
Dewey dragged himself towards the wall, squinting to make out, well, anything. His eyes seemed to be having trouble adjusting.
Bonk!
"Ow!" Dewey muttered, rubbing his head where it had collided with the wall.
Wait a second. That wasn't a wall. That was...bars? Dewey was in a cage? What was he, some kind of bird?
Ok, Dewey, focus. It looked like the cage was hanging from the ceiling, which meant that, even if he could find a way to fit through the bars, he probably didn't want to go that route. And he was alone, so that meant-
Crap. Where were Huey, Louie, and Webby?
"Ah, I see that you are awake."
Dewey peered down through the bars of the cage as best as he could. "Who are you?" he asked. "And what did you do with my brothers?"
"It looks like I misjudged the dosage. I do apologize about that."
"Where. Are. My brothers?" Dewey said.
The voice hummed thoughtfully. "They're not important."
Dewey shook the bars of his cage, causing it to swing wildly. "Where are they?" he demanded.
"I have a few questions to ask you," the voice said. "Nothing difficult."
"I won't tell you anything until you tell me where my brothers are."
"That's too bad," the voice said. "How do you get inside Scrooge McDuck's Money Bin?"
"What about Webby?" Dewey said.
The voice didn't answer. Right as Dewey decided to repeat himself, it spoke again. "Who?"
"Hi-ya!"
Dewey heard a few dull thuds accompanied by some very familiar yelling.
"Webby?" Dewey asked.
"I'll get you down in a second," Webby said, taking aim with...was that a crossbow?
"Wait, no, Webby, don't-"
Thwang!
Dewey screamed as the chain holding the cage was broken, sending them both crashing to the ground.
He groaned as hands helped him to his feet.
"Are you ok?" said Huey.
"There you guys are!" Dewey said, relieved. "That creep wouldn't tell me anything! Are you ok?"
"Yeah, we're fine," Louie said. "But are you ok?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Dewey said. "How'd you guys escape?"
"Somehow, they managed to miss Webby," Huey said.
"Yeah, so as soon as I realized you guys were gone, I came to get you," she said.
"How about we get back to Uncle Donald and Uncle Scrooge before anyone else nabs us?" Louie suggested.
"Good idea," Huey said, and the quartet turned and made their way back through the ancient temple.