Huey and Dewey climbed up to their room to see Louie pulling his dresser drawers out and dumping clothes into a suitcase.

"Your packing methods astound me, Lou Lou. Such poise."

"Such efficiency." Dewey chimed in, propping his arm on Huey's shoulder as they watched their baby brother toss things from around the room into his suitcase.

"Oh shut your traps, boys. You said you wanted to leave as soon as possible." Louie sat on top of his suitcase and tried to zip it closed.

"Sure, but I have to say, I was expecting this type of sloppy packing job from Dewey, not you."

"HEY!" Dewey shoved him.

Huey gestured to Dewey's college packing job on the other side of the room. His flight books were scattered, falling out of his suitcase from a stack that was way too tall. His clothes covered every inch of his bed, not a single thing folded or packed. "It's like you're going to college with nothing but a sad stack of books that doesn't fit in your suitcase. How long have you been supposedly packing, Dew?"

Louie snickered.

Dewey stacked the books back on top of each other. "Well, a few weeks… but I can't pack everything all at once. Then I might lose something. And it's a good thing I didn't yet, now that we're going on this trip."

"Good luck packing everything after we get back. You'll only have a week to pack up mostly everything." Huey went to his bunk and started collecting his things for the road trip.

Dewey stared at his singular suitcase with nothing but a stack of books, his favorite bubble gum, three socks that probably just fell off of his bed and into the suitcase, and his aviator hat. Swallowing hard, he picked up the hat and turned it over in his hands. It's becoming real… fast. I'm going to be a pilot. He pulled it onto his head and stared at his reflection in the mirror by his bed. When he had first tried it on at Christmas, Uncle D said that he looked like his mom the year she left for flight school… besides that fact that she was a girl, of course.

Taking a deep breath, he watched his brothers pack through the mirror. What will life be like after this month… after I leave? His stomach twisted into knots. Uncle D and Mom's relationship changed when they got older and they left to do their own things. I don't want that to happen to us.

"Dewey, stop playing with your stuff when you're supposed to be packing." Huey neatly folded his shirts into his old junior woodchuck backpack. "This is why it's impossible to get you to clean up your side of the room."

Louie chuckled. "As soon as you start finding stuff you haven't used in awhile, it ends up on you. Then you start looking like a party clown."

"Hey, worry about your own stuff." Dewey glared at the two of them. He tore the hat off his head and tossed it onto the bed.

"Okay, calm down, Bozo. We're just trying to keep you on track. We don't know how long it'll be until Uncle D changes his mind about letting us take the RV." Louie dragged his suitcase to the open hatch and dropped it through the hole. His brothers cringed when its wheels cracked against the floor. He stared back at them. "What? You expect me to carry that load of bricks down the ladder? It's one of Uncle D's older bags anyway. He won't even notice."

Huey rolled his eyes and went to collect his hair products. "Louie's got a point. After what I said to Uncle Scrooge, I'm surprised Uncle D hasn't come up here to chew me out yet."

"They can't really ground you anymore and Mom probably told him to leave you alone." Dewey lifted his stack of flight books onto his desk and raked some clothes from his bed into the suitcase.

"I can't imagine why. They were all three horrified."

"What'd you even say?" Louie jumped into his hammock and pulled out his phone, apparently done packing.

"I don't know if I can even remember what I said. It got to the point where all I saw was red and it just spilled out of me." He squirted some hair gel into his hand and fixed a few stray feathers that likely went askew during the fight.

Louie scrolled through his social media feed. "The Duke really made a show of it, huh? Red eyes and all?"

Huey groaned, closing his box of hair products. "I feel like I've been fighting that side of myself more lately than I ever have. Even during puberty it wasn't as hard as it is to fight as it is now."

"You have been more on edge lately. Maybe you should watch more tv." Louie lifted his phone and pointed at the newest episode of Ottoman Empire he had started.

"Yeah, I'm sure that will fix it." Huey smirked as he finally got to organizing his suitcase.

Dewey took their dad's file out of the rollerskate box and hid it between his baseball jerseys before closing his suitcase. What if The Duke of Making a Mess takes over Huey while I'm gone? I could barely recognize him the next time I see him. He could become Uncle Donald! He audibly gasped without realizing it.

His brothers looked his way. "What is it?"

Dewey shook his head, giving a nervous smile. "What? Oh. No. Nothing. Nothing at all. Why would you assume it's something? It's totally not any life altering image in my head or anything like that," he blundered. "It's nothing."

They both rolled their eyes and went back to whatever they were doing.

He tried to go back to packing his bag of snacks, but seeing the spicy red hot candies only made him think about it more. "Huey, if you ever become a blabbering rage monster on a regular basis, like someone else we know, I may have to disown you as my brother. Or something… you just better not… change." He winced. Why did I say that outloud?

Huey and Louie met eyes before busting up laughing.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Louie lowered his phone.

"I'm not becoming Uncle D any time soon, or at all, if I can help it. I have far more self control than that," Huey smiled. "Well, most of the time, at least."

Dewey blushed and looked away. "Oh yeah, I guess that was a dumb thing to say."

"Come on, Dewman. You know me better than that. And if the Duke ever starts getting the better of me and I act too much like Uncle D, I'll have you and Lou to knock me out of it."

Louie turned back to his phone, snickering. "Huey turning into Uncle D… I mean, come on! What gave you that idea?" He shook his head until his hat tipped over his eyes and he was watching Ottoman Empire with one eye.

His brothers continued to laugh and joke about it.

Huey cleared his throat before using his expert voice impressionist skills to squawk and croak like their uncle. "Aw, phooey! Doggone it! BOOOOYS!" He hopped about the room, swinging his fists with each squawk.

Louie rolled around in his hammock, laughing until he twisted up in it and fell out onto the ground, flat on his bill.

Huey straightened and puffed his chest out. "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" he crowed.

"Okay, I get it. It was dumb. I don't know why it even came to mind." Dewey's face burned. What's wrong with me? They can't change that much in half a year, can they? He filled his backpack with snacks and dragged everything towards the hatch. "Let's just hurry up and get on the road like you said." Maybe it'll get my mind off of things.