Hey! I'm back, thanks to Cartoonlover 422, Melodysouth65 and Ai Higurashi for reviewing the last chapter.
BTW: It's a headcanon of mine that Mrs Beakley is twenty-six years older than Donald and Della.
The only episode I've seen with Gyro in I've seen is 'The Great Dime Chase.'
This can be considered a bit of a filler chapter, just a bit of a break from all the dramatics.
See chapter 1 for the disclaimer and let's crack on. This takes place directly after the last sentence in the last chapter.
Huey was currently flicking through the JWG at lightning speed. He knew exactly which bit he wanted now where was – Ah! "What about the recovery position?" He asked his Uncle Donald.
Donald slapped himself in the face before quickly kneeling down and gently taking Mrs B's beak he opened her mouth, looking for anything blocking the airway. Then he called Scrooge over to help him get her onto her back.
Webby, up until this point had been sitting at the table with Dewey in a kind of dream. Seeing Scrooge go over though, it triggered something and she leapt of her chair. "Wait!"
She heard a sound behind her as Dewey nearly fell of his own chair, managing to catch himself just in time.
Scrooge looked at her; he had just gently bent her grandmother's right arm and put her hand level with her head, which was the first step of the recovery position. "What is it, Webbigail?" He said, with a weird mix of patience and annoyance.
"You can't move her!"
"We're not going to move her to the living room or anything." Donald explained, gently. "We're going to put her in the recovery position so she can breathe more easily and also if she throws up, it reduces the chance of her choking – see?"
Webby shook her head frantically. "No, no, no! Lena said she had a subway car fall on her!"
"What!?" Scrooge said, looking at Beakley in alarm. "How!? No – when!?"
"When they were in the tunnel together! The earthquake dislodged one I think – look I don't know okay? But that means-"
"-She might have a spinal injury." Huey finished, looking at the relevant pages of the JWG. "So we can't even put her in the recovery position. You can however tilt her head back to open her – oh. You've done it." He sounded disappointed.
Scrooge got up, dusting himself down. "Lad, if I had the time or the will I could easily make a second of that book if ah pleased."
Huey paused before looking at Donald, who admitted grudgingly. "Yeah. He could."
It was at that point that Louie came back into the room, having left as soon as Huey mentioned 'Recovery Position'. He gingerly stepped around Mrs Beakley's head before smiling at Webby. "Here you go."
"What?" Webby momentarily forgot her own worries, looking at the stack of paper and coulering pens in Louie's hands.
Louie shrugged. "I figured we could make get well cards for Mrs Beakley when she wakes up. I mean she's definitely going to wake up we all know that."
"Actually the JWG states-" Huey cut himself off upon seeing all his family members glaring at him. "That 98 percent of people who collapse are perfectly fine." He made up, getting to his feet, and carefully stepping over Beakley's legs.
Seeing Webby was still unsure Dewey decided to attract her attention. "Oh cool!" He exclaimed, grabbing a box of pens. "You've got those special connecter felts!"
"Didn't you get those off Uncle Gladstone last Christmas?" Huey asked, sliding into a seat.
Louie frowned, grabbing the box back off Dewey. "Yes I did, and I've not opened them yet, so if any of you – Dewford –"
"-Why is it always me!?"
"-If ANY of you ruin them, then I swear you're the ones saving up for a new box."
"You're so generous." Huey deadpanned, as Louie ripped open the packet.
"I know. What would you do without me?",
"Ooh, let's see." Dewey said, mischievously, grabbing a silver sparkly pen from the box. "Well, firstly, I'd go round sticking tags on all your possessions, and then I'd make up a really sarky saying for your grave or Missing in Action poster. Then-"
Louie smacked him round the back of the head, getting a giggle from Webby in the process. "It wasn't a serious question, doofus!"
"Rhetorical." Huey automatically said.
"Whatever!"
"Geez, I wasn't serious." Dewey said, rubbing the back of his head. "Obviously if you really did go missing we'd all be after whoever took you with, with…what's a really good weapon, Huey?"
Huey stopped coulering to contemplate this, then said slowly. "…Katana's would be the best I think…"
"Ooh – like Leonardo! Teenage Mutant Ninja-!"
"BOYS!" The four kids jumped before looking at Donald who was the one who had shouted. He was pinching the top of his beak, looking suddenly 100 times older. "Can we…not…talk about people going missing please? Not now."
The four kids looked at each other before silently reaching for the coulers again and carrying on.
Donald meanwhile felt in a bit of a fog. He looked at Mrs Beakley's prone form, then at the clock mentally urging Gyro to hurry up. He couldn't lose Mrs Beakley as well. He looked back at her, smiling slightly as he remembered her genuine efforts to keep Della and himself out of trouble. Ah, those where the days.
A small tap on his arm caused him to look at Scrooge, who tipped his head slightly. It was his way of saying 'Are you alright.'
Donald gave a small smile and nodded back, before looking at the clock again.
Suddenly out of nowhere there was a flurry of honks from outside and they could hear the sound of tires screeching on the gravel outside.
"Launchpad!" Scrooge and Webby yelled at the same time, in very different tones.
Webby leapt of her chair and ran out the door, the boys following behind her. When Scrooge and Donald made it to the door it was to see Webby had already flung said door open and was running down the path. "Gyro!"
They could hear the bickering a mile off. "You didn't even let me buckle my seatbelt!"
"Mr McDuck said I had to get you here A.S.A.P!"
"Yes; I'm sure he'd prefer me not in a body cast! Yes, hello Webbigail." Gyro said disdainfully as the girl sped to a stop at his feet. "Where's your grandma then?"
As Webby pulled Gyro to the kitchen, Scrooge was remembering exactly why he'd hired the scientist in the first place. Some people – most people – no scrap that, everyone as a matter of fact, had told him he was mad hiring Gyro Gearloose, seeing as the man was cold and anti-social to pretty much everyone except him. However deep down – like molten lava level down – was a heart of gold and an ability to be calm in pretty much any situation. Which right now was a definite blessing.
Seeing the rest flittering to the kitchen, Scrooge grabbed Launchpad's arm and looked at him sternly.
"Er…what's up Mr McDuck?"
To which Scrooge pointed his cane in the direction of the horrendous tyre tracks up his drive. There was still smoke coming off the tyres now.
Launchpad chuckled and scratched the back of his neck before turning back sheepishly to his employer. "Let me guess…coming out my paycheck?"