Dewey drop-kicked Louie's pillow at the curtain and sulked to the table. "Let Huey drive," he mocked. "Ugh, they never appreciate me." He climbed up into the overhead bunk. Hooking his legs into the bunk, he dangled off it like a bat. His overgrown hair stood up like it did when he was little.

"Jokes on them… I'm the one actually following the plan and deweying the McDuck family legacy proud." He smirked, letting all the blood rush to his head before he climbed the rest of the way into the bunk. He slid the curtain closed, hiding himself inside with his laptop.

He opened his digital journal and started typing.

105th Journal Entry of "The Life of Dewey Dingus Duck - Doing Life Like the Dew Do."

"Best title ever," he murmured.

My brothers and I left for our quest to find Dad today. The search for another piece to our origin story has begun!

Uncle D gave me the awful responsibility to take care of the RV because he was too mad at Huey to ask him.

But, like anything else, it seems like any job I get, my brothers don't see any importance in it.

Louie gets a job and everyone thinks it's important. When he epically fails, he somehow talks his way out of it and everyone thinks he's amazing for patching up his mistakes.

Huey just has to be Huey to make any job he has important and it's like he can't fail!

What does it take for one of my jobs to be seen as important, huh?

However, I DEW believe that the Dew is the family's favorite triplet at the moment. I mean, not like I ever wasn't. Come on! How can I not be with my lovable personality?

Huey's being weird and making everyone's lives harder for once and Louie is just being Louie.

When we meet our dad, I hope he can see each of us for who we are… not just triplets.

I keep wondering what he'll be like. I'm like Mom, at least everyone says so. I hope he likes me.

No matter what, I'm going to prove my place in this family. I'm determined to be the ultimate ace pilot for McDuck Industries. Then everybody will see. I'm going to make Mom proud.

Dewey sighed and reread his entry along with a few of his older entries. One day future McDuck adventurers are going to read this… and if I have anything to say about it… the world. After all, what's the point I'm having a journal if you don't have adoring fans to read it? He smiled to himself, his chest puffing with pride. Dewey Duck… the world's greatest adventurer, following in his great uncle's footsteps.

He rested back, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. "I can see it now." Airplane ace adventurer, fighter pilot, McDuck heir to all of the wild wonders that the world has to offer. Before he knew it, he fell fast asleep, dreaming of fighting sky pirates like Don Karnage, the musical marauder himself.

The sound of a car door slamming woke him up. He jolted awake, smacking his head on the ceiling. "Bah, ah!" He rubbed his head, looking around for sky pirates. "Oof, just a dream." He stretched and yawned.

Dewey couldn't remember the last time he'd taken a nap. Normally he was far too busy to sit in one place for that long.

Dewey dragged the curtain open and blinked until his eyes grew used to the light. "Where are we, guys?" He slid out of the bunk and hopped from the bench below to the ground. "Guys? How much farther?"

Nothing.

Ignoring me again. How predictable.

He pulled the curtain divider back. "Come on, guys, stop-"

He blinked. Both seats sat empty and the RV was parked. What the?

He ducked to see the sign on the building they were parked in front of. The Peking Bank! They left without me.

He folded his arms and kicked one of the seats. Figures.

Going for the door, he yanked and shook it. Come on, you… open! Pressing it foot against the wall for leverage, he yanked a few more times. "It won't budge! Great. Not only do they forget about me, but they go and lock me in here like I'm some kind of animal." Who dew they think they are?

He hopped into the front seat and unlocked the door, triggering the car alarm.

Hopping out, he slammed it closed and dusted his hands off. "Well, that's too bad! Nothing can hold Dewey Duck! Not even a child safety lock." He smiled, marching up the bank steps as the RV honked and flashed its lights behind him. "That's for locking me in, boys."

When he stepped inside, his brothers were already at the counter.

"Hey! You two have some explaining to do. What was that about, huh?!" He failed his arms.

Huey only smiled. "There you are! Where've you been? Snooping around the place looking for a bathroom?'

"What?! You left me in the RV!" Dewey pointed at the door.

Louie shrugged. "How were we supposed to know?"

Dewe rubbed the space between his eyebrows. "You didn't even check, did you?"

"Eh, you're always disappearing."

Dewey's groan was cut off by Huey clamping his hand down on his bill. "Heymph-"

"Shhh." Huey's eyes glued to the beautiful, young teller who headed their way with the brightest smile on her face.

Louie leaned against the counter and gave her one of his signature, cunning smirks. "Miss Valerie Hawkins? That's a beautiful name. I should have guessed by the blue in your eyes that you were a Valerie. The name just sparkles like your diamond eyes." He winked. "The name's Louie Duck."

Dewey elbowed his brother, pulling his beak away. "Wooooow. He's waaaaay more smooth with the ladies than you are, Hue. Stop staring like she's the first girl you've ever seen."

Huey clamped his mouth closed and folded his arms. "Whatever. He's just the king of manipulation. I have more going for me. I mean, look at my hair." He gestured to the product of his morning's half hour long hair routine.

Dewey rolled his eyes and snickered. While he said it with the confidence of a seasoned charmer, Dewey could only hear the nerd behind it.

"Besides, we both know he's never in it for the girl. Just the information. He couldn't keep up with a girlfriend if he tried." Huey smirked.

"Can you imagine it? He'd be eaten alive." Granted, Dewey still couldn't imagine his own romantic interest, but at least he knew he wouldn't get caught trying to play the system like his little brother undoubtedly would.

Valerie blushed and smiled from ear to ear. "Why thank you! You really know how to make a girl's day. What can I do for you, Mr. Duck?"

Louie lifted the envelope between his fingers and waved it around. "I'm so glad you asked. You see, my brothers and I came all this way to see if you could tell us anything about this envelope." He slid the envelope across the counter. "Samuel M. Duck. We'd like to know if you have another address for him."

The teller's smile waned slightly after looking at the envelope. "Oh, I'm very sorry to say but that information is classified. We can't disclose any personal information about our clients."

"Oh of course! We wouldn't hear of it! However, you see… we're his sons. This letter was sent from your bank to our house, his previous address from nearly 20 years ago. We're curious how this letter could have ended up with us."

"Well, it's very possible that we accidentally sent it to his previous address. That can happen from time to time. It must have been a mistake. I will make sure to note that in our systems." Valerie tapped on her keyboard.

Louie shifted a little to see if he could spot anything on her computer. She only tipped the monitor farther away from him, a smile still plastered on her face. He cleared his throat. "Is there any information you are allowed to give us?" He waited until her eyes were completely on him again. "Please? This is the only tie we have to our dad. We're going on this trip as brothers, bonding and struggling to understand who we are as men!"

Dewey held back the urge to roll his eyes. There he goes. Level 10 acting skills. 3… 2… 1… and here come the waterworks.

Louie sniffled and rubbed his watery eyes. "Please? Anything would help."

Doesn't he know that that bit wears off when you're an adult?

Valerie heaved a sigh. "Well, I can tell you this much. That account your dad had? It's been inactive for over 15 years."

Dewey's heart sank. 15 years? He's gotta be long gone by now. Who knows what he's been doing for the last 15 years!

"And it was a joint account between him and someone by the name of Gladstone Gander."

"Gladstone?!" Dewey couldn't believe his ears. Uncle Gladstone knew their dad? No, he didn't just know him… they owned a bank account together!

"I hope that helps. I'm sorry, that's all I can tell you."

Struck dumb for once in his life, Louie stared straight ahead with his mouth open.

Huey grabbed him by the shoulders and smiled at the teller. "Thank you, Miss. You've been very helpful. We'll figure it out from here." With that, they headed out the door, Huey pushing Louie along while Dewey led the way, walking backwards.

"Uncle Gladstone knew our dad! That's crazy! I guess we know where we're headed to next. LA's going to love me, baby!" Dewey danced down the bank steps. "Uncle G, here we come! This will make a great entry to my Dewology Journal. The fans will eat it up."

"Your what?" Huey raised his brow.

Dewey spun around, laughing. "What? Nooooothiiing. Nothing at all." He inched his way towards the RV that was still wigging out. "Just the most Dewey-tastic plot twist of all time to kick off our legendary brother quest!" he whispered to himself.