Finally! We've got another Dewey chapter, guys. I know it took waaaay too long.
"Wait, wait, waaaaait!" Dewey squeezed his shoulders together as Huey pushed him into the driver seat. "I'm all on board with spur of the moment decisions, especially from you, but WHAT IS GOING OOOON?!"
Huey had sped them through their goodbyes with Uncle Gladstone and dragged him out to the RV with nothing but a single grape left in his hand. He stared down at it and whined with disappointment. That shortly evaporated when he popped the sweet, juicy ball of goodness into his mouth.
"We need to get out of LA." Huey grabbed his arms and shoved them through his striped baseball jersey.
Dewey swallowed his grape and glared at him, yanking his arms away. "Back off, Mom. I'm not six years old." He fixed his jersey over his shoulders. "I can dress myself, you weirdo."
Huey stepped back and gestured to the wheel. "Then drive. NOW, Dew. Not five years from now."
Louie appeared behind the curtain. "We're clear."
"I'm not going anywhere until someone tells me what's going on. You're both acting like knuckleheads… more so than usual." He crossed his arms and sat back in the driver seat. But instead of giving him a concise, articulate answer like he normally does, Huey turned the ignition and yanked the RV into gear.
The RV began rolling down the steep hill they were parked on.
Louie gripped the arms of the passenger seat and laughed. "He just Deweyed it! He Deweyed it so hard!"
"Are you insane?! What are you doing?" Dewey grabbed hold of the wheel to steer them clear of the line of parked cars. That got them in the middle of traffic and he was forced to put his foot on the gas to keep from getting rear ended.
Dewey glanced up and saw Huey was smiling just as much as their little brother was. It's not that funny. No one else gets to Dewey it. That's my thing! He rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay, so I'm driving. Would someone please tell me what's going on?"
Louie leaned over and whispered to him. "Only if you go into… stunt driver mode."
His lips spread into a grin. YES! Finally! I was wondering when he was gonna stop hating on me for last night. "Oh yeah, you've got it, Lou." He smashed his foot down on the pedal, his face twisting with concentration as he wove in and out of lanes and between cars.
"Woah! Hey!" Huey stumbled from behind Dewey's seat and grabbed onto that back of Louie's to keep from eating the dirt.
Oh, I'll drive. I'll drive like the world's greatest stunt driver/action movie star they've ever seen. "Hollywood talent scouts, keep on the lookout! I'm coming in hot!" He swung the RV around a corner, barely missing a fire hydrant. "Give it to me, boys. What are we looking at? Flying monkeys, harpies? Ooh! I've got it! Louie racked up debts with some evil war monger and he's hunting him down now for sport?"
Louie palmed his face. "Why is that actually kind of close?"
Huey staggered, falling between their two seats and grabbing onto both armrests. "Louie's part of a gang. He joined one in prison to avoid getting beat up by prison thugs. Now the gang leader is out of jail and wants the $15,000 Louie promised him."
"Wait, wait, back up. Louie's in a gang? How'd he get into a gang with the name like Llewellyn?"
"Bleh! Stooooop! Quit saying my full name or I swear-"
Huey clamped his beak shut. "You're in no place to yell at us. Who's the one who got a bloodthirsty gang after us?"
"Aaaand didn't tell us he was even in a gang until we were being hunted by their leader?"
Louie fell back in his seat and muttered to himself.
"That's right, Llewellyn…" Dewey smirked. Sitting in the grave he dug for himself, Louie could only shoot daggers at him with his eyes and growl. His mouth stayed clamped shut. This may be the only time I can say it without him going berserko. He was about to go saying it again when Huey interrupted him.
"Anyway, we need to get out of here as soon as possible. Gus could be anywhere."
"Oh, I'll get us out of here, don't you worry about it." Dewey put the pedal to the metal as he swung the old girl out onto the interstate, paying no mind whatsoever to Uncle D's rules about the engine. His brother believed he could get them away from a crazy mob boss, he'd get them away from a crazy mob boss. Uncle D's instructions would have to wait.
"Where's your phone, dude?" Huey stumbled to the back, knocking into the walls a few times with each lane change Dewey made.
"What? Get your own phone." He tried to stay focused.
Huey came back several minutes later after finding the phone in Dewey's old pair of shorts. "We need to ditch the RV."
"And you need my phone for that, why?" He better not be snooping. Ugh, I reeeaally do not need him to see my "Just Dew It" blog right now. I won't hear the end of it. Dewey craned his neck to look back to see what his brother was up to until Louie kicked his leg.
"Focus! I'd really like to not die today!"
Dewey swerved and centered back in the lane.
Huey typed a few things before pocketing his phone. "Trust me, I've got a contingency plan, boys. Louie, do you see anyone that looks like your gang boss?"
Louie squinted and looked at the different rearview mirrors that Uncle D tricked his RV out with. "I'll go watch out the back. Dewey, keep us in the fast lane."
Dewey saluted as Louie climbed into the back and Huey settled into the passenger seat. He swung into the fast lane and began passing a semi and two other cars. All he could think about was how the next entry in biography would sound after this. Just my luck too. The most exciting part of my life in months doesn't get to be my own adventure! Huey turns out to be famous and now Louie is being hunted by a mob boss. My recent entries are only going to be interesting because of my brothers. I'd love to be famous, written about in books, or hunted by a gang! No, what do I get to be? The get-away-driver.
He swerved through some more cars. I'd do anything for some excitement and intrigue! They don't even try and they get more attention than I do. Man, compared to these jokers my life is boring now. BORING!
"What's it going to take to get my moment?" he murmured.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Just a nobody." Dewey mumbled, gesturing to the road.
"Dew! 5-o'clock!" Louie's head popped through the curtain divider. "The red, rusty lemon. Can you lose him?"
Dewey looked between his two brothers who waited with big, expecting eyes… all on him. He glanced in the rearview mirror at the red beater car gaining behind them. Something sparked inside him and his heart caught fire. What was I complaining about? This is my time to shine! I'm the get-away-driver.
"Can I lose him…" he laughed. "It's like you don't know who you're talking to." With that, he cranked up the beat and fixed his hands on the wheel. "Hold onto your tail feathers, boys. Let's Dewey this."