Dewey woke up early the next morning, ready to leave for their trip back to Duckburg. He rifled through his bag for a change of clothes but, in the end, just put on the same outfit he had been wearing the last two days. It's not like we're going to see anyone. Besides, there was no way he was getting a shower with how long Huey was taking in the bathroom.

He stuffed the rest of his things back in his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. On his way out, he kicked Louie's deflating air mattress. "Wake up, sleepy head. We need to get an early start."

Louie moaned, slinging his arm over onto the floor. With how flat the bed was, his body made a funny looking "V" shape.

"I don't know how you can sleep like that."

Louie groaned, his eyes opening in slits. "Just let me pretend for a few more minutes."

Dewey rolled his eyes as he left the room. He plopped onto the couch and pulled a rubber ball out of his backpack. He sat back, propping his feet on the Mallard's broken coffee table, tossing the rubber ball at the ceiling. He squinted and tried to guess which part of the ceiling was under Gosalyn's room. He aimed at a section and threw the ball at it a few times, until he re-mapped out the house in his head and realized it was probably Darkwing's room.

"Ugh, I'm so bored!" He switched to throwing it at the den door, watching it hit the floor and catching it when it came back to him. Louie wasn't going to sleep any time soon anyway. After a few bounces, the door opened and the rubber ball bounced off of Louie's head.

With dark bags under his eyes and his jaw clenched, Louie slammed the door behind him and shuffled to the couch. "I said a few more minutes," he growled under his breath.

"Eh, you weren't sleeping. It's your own fault. You shouldn't have gotten to bed so late." Dewey tried to remember what time Louie came into the cramped office that night. All he could remember was that it was dark and he was mostly asleep but just awake enough to say something snarky that made Louie throw a shoe at him. My face remembers that. He watched Louie topple beak-first into the couch cushions. "Where were you last night anyway? We got back from fixing the RV and you were gone."

"Went for a bike ride," Louie mumbled, his beak stuffed in the crack between two cushions.

"A bike ride? When given the option, you never choose physical activity."

His little brother yanked his head up and rolled over onto his back. "What was I supposed to do? You guys all left me here by myself and I forgot my phone charger on the plane. Have you looked in the Mallard's fridge? It's like a vegan's paradise in there. I had to leave to find something to eat!"

"I have to give you that one." Dewey had gone through the fridge looking for snacks the first night they were there. Nothing but granola and leaves. The Mallards were health nuts. Who would have guessed that St. Canard's Terror of the Night eats kale smoothies for breakfast? With Gosalyn, he wasn't at all surprised. She was sensible like that. "I couldn't even find a single potato chip. I mean, come on! You only live once." He reached into his pack for a bag of candy.

"Yeah, that's probably their philosophy too, Dew. We'll see who lives longer… the people following nature's seven food groups or you with your cholesterol pandemonium of caramel clusters and goo goo balls."

Dewey froze as he munched on a gooey goo goo ball. "At least I'm enjoying life." He smacked his lips and picked the nougat out of his teeth with his tongue. "You want one?"

Louie's eyes rolled back to look at him. "I'd rather keep the years I've got. I don't know how you can eat those things, much less for breakfast. Doesn't that much sugar make your stomach hurt?"

"Nerp!" Dewey banged on his stomach. "Iron gut, don't you know?"

Louie shook his head. "Must have been from that time you ate the whole fizz cake Mom fed you. That stuff was long past expired and it was discontinued for a reason."

Dewey shrugged, popping another goo goo ball into his mouth. "Hey, if it encased my stomach in a superhuman layer of steel, I'm not complaining."

Louie yawned and pushed his hat over his eyes, folding his hands on his stomach. "Where's Huey? If he's taking one of his long showers, I vote we ditch him with the RV and take the plane back to Duckburg."

"I heard him using the hairdryer a little bit ago. Besides, we can't leave until we say goodbye to Drake and Gosa-"

"Wahahahahhaaaa!"

Dewey and Louie both sat up. Huey! They rushed to the bathroom door. Dewey kicked it open, expecting Gus or Bushroot to be holding their big brother hostage.

Instead, Huey stood there in nothing but a towel, dumping all of his toiletry bags into the sink. "It's horrifying!"

"Yo, Huemeister. Is everything okay?"

"Okay? OKAY?! Does this look okay to you?!" The Duke flashed in Huey's eyes as he turned to them, pointing at his head.

Dewey blinked and crossed his arms. "What? Is there a microscopic brain-eating bug attached to your head or something?"

Huey glared at him and continued gesturing, creating a frame around his head.

"Whaaat? Just tell me what's wrong already. Charades is like the one thing I'm not good at. YOU KNOW THIS!"

Louie dragged his hand down his beak and groaned. "It's his hair, Dingus!"

Dewey squinted and took a step closer. "Is there something in your hair?"

"Just look at it!" Huey raked his fingers through it and shook it.

Louie heaved a sigh. "We get it, you hate your natural curl. Why can't you just do what you always do?"
"I would, if I actually had my hair gel." Exasperated, Huey dug his fingers into the tubes of creams and products that he dumped in the sink. His arms stiffened at his sides and he clenched his fists. "Someone took it out of my bag!"

Dewey was still staring at his hair. "Hrm… rhrmmm… You know, you're right, something is different about it. Has it always been that… poofy?" He reached over and patted some of the curls down. They just bounced back up like spring daisies.

Huey's subtle growl rumbled louder.

"Deeeewey..." Louie grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the bathroom. "Now is not the time to patronize him."

"But I'm being serious! Has his hair always been that way? Mine doesn't look like that." Dewey ran his fingers through his perfect hairDEW. "Granted, I do go through the work to make it look this fabulous." He reached over and poked at the straight tuft of hair peeking through the hole of Louie's hat. "Yours doesn't look like that wild mess either. It's as flat as the Arizona desert."

"Shhh." Louie grabbed his beak shut and glanced over to make sure Huey was distracted. "Wow, I had no idea you were really this unobservant.

"Heeey!"

"Regardless. YES, dear Dewford, Huey drew the short straw in the hair department. He's got curls and waves for days that put the ocean to shame. He has just always hid them with a hat or hair gel. Just, don't make fun of him, okay?"

"Why?"
"Because…" Louie winced through a slight smile. "We're sorta the reason his hair gel is missing."

Dewey glanced back at Huey who was at the point of squirting entire bottles of hair product down down the tub drain. What the? He turned back to Louie, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Nuh uh, you lie. I never touch his stuff."

"Oh I definitely lie. I lie all the time. But not about something as sacred as Huey's hair. Remember when I came up with that scheme to get the RV from Uncle D?"
"Yeah. What does that have to do with anything?"

Louie's hands juggled the air as he laughed. "Eh, let's just say plan B included a bag of walnuts and some hair gel… and I may have forgotten to put it back."

"LOUIE!"

"But, I mean, honestly, he has an entire bag's worth of hair stuff, how was I supposed to know that I took the one thing he uses to pretty himself up?!" Louie stopped whispering altogether at the end there and in seconds Huey was standing between them.

Dewey threw an arm around him, winking at Louie. I've got this. "Heeeey, buddy! Sorry about the whole hair thing. But I'm sure you've got something that'll work." Dewey pulled them back to the bathroom and grabbed a random bottle out of the sink. "Like this one… Hairotopia. Sounds like a winner there. It has a real Atlantis vibe that I can totally see you pulling off."

Huey clenched his jaw, reaching over to squeeze the bottom of the bottle, squirting a blue stream of "Hairotopia" all over Dewey's face. Welp, at least we gave it a shot, Dewman. Heaving a sigh, he dropped the bottle. "I guess Hairotopia is more my color then," he muttered.

Huey closed the door behind them, trapping them inside, and if Dewey cracked any more hair jokes, they'd be trapped inside with the Duke. Is this what it's like having sisters? Because I definitely thought I avoided that bombshell.

"You're telling me you took my hair gel without asking, lost it, and now I'm stuck with this disaster for the rest of the trip?!" Huey pointed at the wild mop on top of his head. "What's worse, Gosalyn's going to see it! It'll be the last thing she sees before we head back to Duckburg. What girl wants to date a fluffy-haired freak?!"

Dewey wiped his face off with a towel. "It doesn't look that bad. Trust me, Gosalyn won't care. Have you seen her hair? It's all curls and frizz. She'll understand."

Huey shot him a warning look. "Hey, watch it. Her hair is perfect. Mine, on the other hand, looks like I just graduated from clown college."

"Hey, I mean, at least you can say you went to a college then," he mumbled, smiling. Huey fumed and Dewey quickly sidestepped behind Louie to avoid being pummeled. I mean, come on! How can I not tease him when he's being such a drama queen?

"Don't you have another gel or something that would work for one day?" Louie rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, you've got a lot of stuff."

Huey growled and grabbed his bag, shoving each tube and bottle inside. "None of it works, at least not to keep it at bay. You don't know my hair. There's only one product that works to keep it in line and some bozos lost it back in Duckburg! I can't even go pick it up at the store. They only sell it in France!"

"Look, we're sorry, okay? But it really doesn't look bad." Louie leaned against the counter. "I mean, sure it's not your usual look, but it's… endearing."

Huey glared at them both before grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head. Dewey tried not to smile when his curls just bounced right back to how they were. "Endearing is just another word for simple, childish, or laaaaaaame. I'm not letting her see me like this. I'd rather wear a paper bag over my head."

Ughhhh, what a diva. Dewey crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "That can be arranged." He watched as Huey packed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, but instead of heading for the door, he climbed into the bathtub. What is this joker up to? "Uh, genius, you have your clothes on. What are you going to do, shower again?"

Huey unlocked the window above the shower. "Somebody give me a boost."

"You've got to be kidding me. Are you really so vain that you'll squeeze through the bathroom window before letting a girl see your hair?"

"I'm not taking any risks."

Louie scoffed. "Probably because she's the first girl to ever say yes to a date with him."

Dewey smirked. "Haha, good one, Lou."

"Would you quit jabbering and actually make being a triplet useful?"

Rolling his eyes again, Dewey climbed into the bathtub and locked his fingers, forming a step for his brother. What am I doing? Why am I helping him be an idiot? There was no stopping him anyway, he stepped into his hands and Dewey gave him a boost. "Alleyoop!"

Huey clonked his head on the ceiling. "Ow! Watch it!"

Louie sat back against the counter and yawned. "Man, where's a bowl of popcorn when you need it?"

Just as Huey started to climb through the window, Dewey heard a "What the?" followed by another "Wahahahahhaaaa!" He scrambled back through the window, bumping into Dewey and knocking them both to the bottom of the tub on top of each other.

"I've had about enough of this." Dewey groaned and tried to shove him off. "What is it this time? Did you see a spider? Oh, did a lizard see your dumb bushy haircut?"

Huey pointed wide-eyed at the window as a head popped through from the other side.

"Hiya, fellas!"

All three of them wigged out. "Wahahahahhaaaa!"