Hey! Roxy Goth here. I'm back after over three years. I've had a bit of writers block and I'm hoping that writing about Della again will help me.
I do not own Ducktales - or Disney - in any way shape or form.
Didn't think I'd be writing in this again. But my wonderful son Huey gave me this new diary - yay! Just what I need, so I can write down all my thoughts and be confronted with all of them - double yay!
I don't know why he gave it me actually, because it's technically his and his brothers birthdays, not mine. They're now 16, my little boys. So grown up. Of course when I tell them that they get embarrassed and try to shy away from my loving embrace.
Of course there was the question of what to do for them. Three separate boys, three very separate personalities. And it's getting more obvious the older they get. Huey wanted something small and intimate. Some food for him and his brothers in a pizza hut somewhere. With family. Which would be fine if he didn't have two brothers who wanted exactly the opposite. Dewey seems to have taken being 16 as some sort of major celebration, which I get because - it is - but also he's [hopefully] going to have many more birthdays so...never mind. Anyway Dewey wanted to see a show. Not just any show, of course, he wanted to see Hamilton. Hamilton goes on for about three hours. That's three hours of my life. And everyone else's life. And also he is only 16 and I'm not sure it's actually age-appropriate. And the money. There's always the money. Although Dewey had an idea about that. "It can be Uncle Scrooge's present!" He said.
Uncle Scrooge, I'm sure, would rather chop of his own wings than fork over at least $500 for tickets to a stage show. "Ok, on one condition." I said. "You ask him."
Dewey paled slightly. Funnily enough he didn't want to be the one responsible for giving Uncle Scrooge a heart attack, so the theatre was out.
So that just left Louie. Little Louie. And Louie wasn't really bothered. Typical teenager, as long as he could sleep in till at least midday, then he was happy. "And I want some new games." He said, "Don't worry, mom, you and Uncle Donald don't have to do anything except transfer the money." So that was sorted then. "And I want to go to pizza hut." He said. Pizza hut, ok. I think we can manage that.
So, as is usual with the boys we ended up doing a combination. Dewey and Louie got their lie in. It would have been all three of them, but Huey got up about ten and decided he was going to back a cake for them. Which sent a bit of a shiver down myself and Donald's spines, because Huey and baking go together like me and Ballet. awful. To be fair, that is slightly unfair…he has got better. The things he cooks actually taste nice now and there's a lot less 'oh Huey that's wonderful, thank you." While secretly looking round for a plant pot.
Me and Donald had been told that in no circumstances were we to disturb him, which we agreed to. Mrs Beakley asked: "How long are you going to be, Huey?"
"Dunno. Depends. hour and a half? Two hours? With decorating."
Well, there was no way Mrs Beakley was giving up her kitchen for an hour and a half, so she suggested that Huey made the cake while she 'hovered' in the background, I dint know what she did, but she got the timing down to a hour and fifteen minutes. She then scooped the cake up and said she was going to store it somewhere 'special' for safe keeping and she'd decorate it so Huey could spend time with his brothers and Webby. He gave her a diagram of what he wanted the top to look like and I saw her eyebrow raise, but she didn't say anything.
It was now about ten past 12 and Huey decided his brothers had slept in long enough. A fee minutes later and we heard the distinct sounds of squawking and Huey being hit over the back of the head with what I hope was a pillow and not the JWG. (He's not touched it for years, but refuses to get rid of it.)
They finally made it down the stairs and we dragged Scrooge out of his office to sing them happy birthday. Louie demanded coffee. Me and Donald aren't sure who to blame for that one. Actually, yeah, it's probably me. What can I say, coffee is delicious. We gave them their presents. Donald gave Huey a 'how to be a great JW Instructor' guide. and I gave him a new hat. They're nearly all identical, but he loves them and insists he knows the difference between them so.
After present time we sat down and watched Hamilton on the TV. Dewey considered it a good second, and watched eagerly. Of course he knew all the songs already. It's probably a good job he's not going to the show. He'd be competing with Lin-Manuel. Webby and him were duetting all the way through.
"That was awesome!" Dewey exclaimed, after it'd finished.
"Yeah yeah." Louie said, although he was smiling. "Come on, I'm starving."