Neb: I do not own Ducktales. I don't have much to say here. I could recap Huey having an identity crisis with the Duke of Making a Mess, or talk about how Della is worried about her son, but I think I'll just get onto the fanfic.

Dewey and Webby were now at Violet's place getting bandaged up from their fight against Albert.

"So you two thought hitting the kid would make things better," Violet rolled her eyes.

"Seemed to work back when we were fighting Bradford," Webby shrugged.

"But this isn't Bradford," Violet pointed out. "This is a kid like us, while he seemed to have it out for Louie and Huey, he didn't pose a physical threat until now. I'm just saying, maybe you guys should have talked first. Maybe find out why he chose to target Huey."

"He pretty much admitted to choosing Lena as a target also," Dewey pointed out. "It's not like he didn't get his money back anyway."

"What we have is a boy obsessed with magic," Violet explained. "While I can relate to his obsession, we can definitely note that he's more hostile and he allows his emotions to control him when it comes to his passions."

"I still don't see why that makes us guilty," Dewey pointed out.

"Because dear Dewford, most people who search for power do so because they either have none or they have a larger goal beyond gaining power. He could not achieve whatever it was he wanted without the Medusa's Guantlet."

"So he wanted to turn someone to stone," Webby wondered.

"Or something," Violet nodded. "The boy might either be in trouble or is the trouble. The point is, when we don't have that information we shouldn't act out."

Dewey and Webby both looked down sad after that.

"Wait no," Dewey recollected himself. "That doesn't change the fact that he made Huey cry. He deserved that punch from Webby, he isn't a victim, he's a bully."

"Why because he made Huey ask me out?", Lena spoke up as she entered down stairs. "Am I that awful?"

"Lena, your ok!", Webby ran over to hug Lena.

"What happened to you guys?", Lena asked while noticing the bandages.

"They went to go confront a boy with magic rings," Violet explained. "Dear Dewford and Webbigail were upset that he emotionally hurt both you and dear Huebert."

"So you guys went out and got physically hurt?", Lena pointed out.

Violet gave them an I told you so look while Dewey rolled his eyes.

"So how is Huey doing?", Lena wondered. "I hope I wasn't rude to him, I was just stunned."

"He is hiding in his room," Dewey sighed. "He told mom that he was sick and that worries me, because Huey was never much of a liar."

"Yeah, that's Louie's job," Webby pointed out.

"Alright, well I guess I have to go talk to him," Lena decided.

"Are you sure?", Webby questioned. "Won't it be awkward."

"He's my friend like the rest of you," Lena waved Webby's concern away. "I have to give him a straight answer, even if he asked because someone was pulling his strings. I don't want our friendship to be ruined over something as dumb as this."

"Alright then," Dewey nodded. "Let's go back to the manor."

"Hold on a minute dear Dewford," Violet pulled him back. "Let Lena get a head start. Their conversation should be more private, as it is between the two of them."

"Right," Dewey nodded. "Go ahead Lena."

Lena stepped out of the door and soon Webby, Dewey, and Violet followed after her.

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Dewey, Webby, and Violet made it downtown as they headed down their regular route to Mcduck manor. That was when a familiar face was waiting for a bus out of town. They recognized that Albert was over there talking on his cellphone.

"You mean you couldn't get the map," Albert spoke up into the phone. He rubbed the right side of his head while his phone was in his left hand. "That's fine, just move to phase two. We can't fix this issue, so we'll have to ignore it... I don't know, find someone more powerful. If Grave and his goons can't get the job done, it's your job to find new help. Because I'm the one paying you!"

"What's going on?", Dewey wondered. He remembered the look on Huey's face when he was running away and then got angry. He charged towards the kid, but the bus pulled up next to Albert.

"Another time Blue," Albert spoke up as he entered the bus, not even looking at Dewey.