Louie yawned and folded his hands behind his head. His eyelids drifted shut as the sound of them speeding down the highway began to lull him to sleep.

"Hey, careful on the pedal, Huesen!"

Louie popped one eye open to see Dewey watching the meter over Huey's shoulder, practically on top of him.

"What? I'm pushing it like normal." Huey scrunched against the door while Dewey crowded him.

Louie shifted aways from them and closed his eyes again.

"No you're not. Don't you hear it?"

"The only thing I hear is your constant bellyaching."

"Uncle D specifically said to take the acceleration slow and watch the temperature gauge. You're not even paying attention to it."

"It's fine, Dewey. I've driven the RV before. Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Not if you're going to bust the engine!"

"What are you even talking about?"

"STOP IT!" Louie shot out of his seat. "Can't you see I'm trying to nap here?" He gestured to the pillow and blanket in the empty passenger seat.

His brothers just stared at him.

"Go to the back then." Dewey shrugged.

"I shouldn't have to. Why do you care so much about the RV blowing up? Last I checked, your recent internet search was about jobs that pay you TO blow stuff up."

Dewey crossed his arms. "Easy for you to say. Uncle D didn't list off all the things you'd have to fix if something happened to his baby while it was in our care. It's like he expects me to be a mechanic or something."

Louie groaned and rubbed his temples. "Just let Huey drive!"

Rolling his eyes, Dewey whacked the curtain divider out of the way and went to the back. "This is why I prefer planes!"

Louie melted back into his seat and closed his eyes. "Wake me up when we stop for dinner," he yawned.

"But you're supposed to be navigating."

Louie's eyes shot back open. "Navigating? Don't you know where we're going?" Huey always maps out our path in his head before we go anywhere. There's no way he's winging this.

"I didn't really have time to look at a map. I've had other things on my mind." His eyes stayed on the road ahead.

Great. The only time Huey doesn't know where we're going is during my afternoon nap time. I could ask Dewey… no. Then he'd start hounding Huey again and I'll never sleep. Louie pulled out his phone and scrolled through his list of recent searches. He fought back another yawn. "The envelope with Dad's name on it was from Peking Bank and it's only an hour away. Stay on the interstate until you see the turn off for Green Pond."

"Peking Bank is the only one in the area not owned by Uncle Scrooge, isn't it?"

Louie tucked his phone away and settled back against his pillow, closing his eyes. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Don't you think that's a little odd?"

Louie pulled his hood over his head and folded his hands on his stomach. "I can't imagine our dad would want to associate himself with Uncle Scrooge after he and mom separated. I wouldn't call that odd."

"But it does make you wonder."

Louie furrowed his brow to keep his eyes closed. "No. There's no way he's been living here under our noses this whole time. With how much of a secret they all try to keep things? There's no way they would have risked us running into him… or the other way around."

Huey didn't answer. Louie tried to quiet his mind to fall asleep but, the longer Huey didn't say anything, the harder it was for him to quiet his thoughts.

"Ugh, fine." Louie tossed his pillow into the back.

"Hey!" Dewey grumbled after getting hit in the face with it. "Watch it, Lou."

Louie ignored him, pulling the curtain closed. "What are you thinking?"

Huey stared out the driver side window for a while before focusing on the road again. "I don't know. I just don't want us to find something that we can't take back. What don't know what we're getting into."

"But it has to be better than not knowing, right? Like it was with mom." That didn't make anything better. Huey still had that pensive look on his face. "Look, I know how you feel. I felt the same way when we got mom back… and heard all the stories. Part of me wanted to keep pretending that she was gone… just so I could make up better reasons for why she left us. You know more than anyone that life doesn't work that way."

"I guess."

Louie sighed and stuffed his hands in his hoodie. "You're afraid he won't be the version of our dad that you've had in your head… like mom wasn't… or isn't?"

Huey shrugged. "It doesn't matter, Lou. I agreed to this trip and part of me does really want to know what happened to him. Let's just start with Peking Bank and see what happens from there."

Louie watched his brother's face harden. Huey's attitude had changed more in the last few years. He rarely got excited about anything anymore, except maybe attention from girls. Maybe years of having to translate between his head and his heart just got too exhausting for him. Now he's the cynic when that's my job!

He pulled out his phone and made a few quick searches. "Hey, maybe after we stop at the bank, we could head over to the new Isabella Finch museum. Uncle Scrooge finished it late last year, didn't he? You want to go?" He showed Huey the directions to it. "It's not far from the bank."

For a second, he could have sworn he saw that nerdy little glint in his brother's eye, but then Huey looked away. "Are you serious? Louie, that's a junior woodchuck museum. You don't want to go there."

"Hey, don't tell me what I don't want! I'm sure there's treasure cases and stuff there behind all the nerdy lore."

Huey gave him a suspect look.

Yeah, what am I saying? I've always been terrible at pretending interest in his nerd stuff.

"I know what you're doing."

"Who me?" Louie grabbed a pep can out of the cooler and popped it open. "I'm not doing anything. I just think it'd be worth a trip while we're there." He shrugged. "Think about it. There could be lots of cute nerd girls there… studying, taking notes, organizing tabs." Deep down he felt like barfing.

Huey furrowed his brow slightly and rubbed his face to disguise the obvious blush flooding his cheeks.

"Come oooooon. This trip is supposed to be for all three of us. I vote we go and, if Dewey tries to poke fun at it, I'll toss his snacks out the window." Louie smirked, taking a swig of pep. The fizzy drink tickled his throat on the way down and settled in his stomach with a gurgle.

Huey smiled a little. "I mean… I have been wanting to see it after all of our adventures collecting the relics."

"It'll be a walk down memory lane for all of us."

"Sure, let's do it. Can you order the tickets?"

There we go. Bringing back the old "plan ahead" Huey. "You've got it big brother." Going against his very nature, he clicked the "buy ahead" button. "Although, heh. I'm a little low on cash. What's your card number?"