Donald Duck walked home after the interview from his new job. Yes, his bad luck didn't curse him this time however, the journey he went tough to get to the place was a kick in the beehive. He tripped on a random tennis ball laying around, face plant the concert, got mad said tennis ball, kicked into to a beehive, bees from the beehive stung him until water from a puddle that a car drove on shot up and on to him, chased by a dog for a bit, stepping into doo doo of some kind, and him taking a bit to clean the poo off.
After everything said and done, he just wanted to go home nap, but knowing in his luck, his nephews are not going to let him rest, especially one particular nephew in blue who was turning into min version of his mom with each passing day. It's wonder how he didn't accidently call Dewey, Della at one point. He loved his younger relatives dearly and wouldn't change being their legal guardian for the world, however, he would like if they could lower that energy for a day.
When he gotten home and said goodbye to babysitter, he looked around and saw no one. Huh? That was odd, the boys would come out by now? Where they? He looked around despite his body telling to get in bed and get some flipping sleep. He remembered something about Huey and Louie was last seen in the living room and Dewey was his and his brother's bedroom. since the living room was the closest, he went there first.
Once he did, he found the tv still on, which a good sing at least Louie was there. The duckling in green was always sleeping on something soft or just watching the TV when he wasn't conning the people around him. If it wasn't Dewey acting like his mom, it's Louie acting like his no good, greedy great uncle. Geez, his bad luck can be really sadistic.
The older duck walked over to see that Huey was at the coffee table asleep, using an opened book a pillow. He must have fallen asleep like while doing homework. That's a good boy.
Just then, Donald noticed something on the page. Something not looking right. He carefully slid it away from his nephew's head, looking at the page Donald peered to his side to that says name and right besides, it says Louie Duck.
Great, the youngest duckling must have gotten the eldest to do the work for him. After they all had a nap, the eldest duck is going to have a talk to his nephew in green later.
All of the sudden, heard a bit of a noise. He peered behind him to see said youngest duckling laying on the couch, sleeping soundly like Huey.
It was at this moment; he shone a small smile. He then picked up both of his nephews and carried them to bed.
When he gotten there, he found the middle child sleeping in his bed. Donald then placed the oldest brother and the youngest of them in their beds too before giving them kiss on the forehead.
As he went out and towards his room, the eldest duck enjoyed the tranquility and knowledge that for this moment, everything's alright.