"Alright! That's a wrap!" Louie grabbed Huey by the shoulder and Dewey by the sleeve, dragging them towards the door. "Sorry, kids, but the Huey Duck has quite a packed schedule to keep. For those of you that didn't get an autograph, you'll have to come again another time."

Huey pushed his hand off. "Hey, what gives? For once in my life, I don't have a schedule and, sure, that's been bothering me like a buzzing fly around my head for the last day and a half. But I finally see a benefit in it!" He looked at both of his unamused brothers. "I know it's hard for you to believe. It's hard for me to believe it! But I'm these kids' hero, like Isabella Finch was to me. I can't leave them. Not when they have so many questions."

As he gazed into their little eager faces and met eyes with little Philip and his red hat, his heart just ached. He could only see a dozen little Hueys just waiting to get their hearts broken by their hero. I can't ruin who they see in me. I can't let that break their spirit.

He had to meet their expectations and senior woodchuck Huey wouldn't leave his fans high and dry without talking to each and every one of them.

"UGH, we get it, okay? You're sappy." Louie folded his arms. "But look, I made the plan this time and we need to be on the road."

"And I can't sit in this stuffy museum much longer. The boredom is giving me a headache." Dewey squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples.

Louie patted Dewey on the back. "See? This place is hurting poor Dewford's brain. We need to get out of here."

Huey rolled his eyes and stepped over to the little crowd of woodchucks. "How many of you still have questions for me?"

The whole group raised their hands.

Huey cringed and glanced back at his two brothers. Louie tapped his watch while Dewey pretended to pull his hair out and wobble around in dizziness. Drama queens. He focused back on the kids. "I want to be able to answer all of your questions and I will. I promise." He looked up at the huge picture of himself at 12 years old looming over him and swallowed hard. How on earth was the middle school version of himself intimidating? It was literally him!

Louie came up behind him and set his hands on his shoulders. "Buuuuut, he will have to come back another time. I tell you what… as Hubert's manager, I'll see if we can get him in to do a book signing here in a few weeks. Then you can each ask him all the questions in the world and Dewey and I can be far away from here."

Their spirits plummeted. "Do you have to leave now?" Little Philip hugged his junior woodchuck guidebook close to his heart and looked up with puppy-dog eyes.

Huey sighed. "Louie, look at them."

Louie threw his arm around his shoulder and pulled him aside. "I make a point not to look children in the eye. They're little guilt mongrels. Trust me. I've been one." He spun back around to face the kids and began passing business cards around. "In the meantime, here is his card. You can send him fan mail, email him, check out his social media… whatever you little scouts use."

The kids each snatched the cards like they were gold, turning them over in their hands and laughing at Huey's picture.

Huey blinked. No, where'd he get those? He patted his pocket only to find that Louie had swiped them. "Louie," he growled, yanking him back by the arm. "Those were for modeling jobs or girls!"

Dewey came up and leaned on his shoulder. "Oh, come on, we all know you'll never land a modeling job… much less a girl."

Huey puffed out his chest. "You don't know that."

"Huh, yeaaaah I do. We literally have the same face, doofus." Dewey poked him in the forehead. "It's not unique enough for a modeling job and any cute girl would just see my charisma and dump you for me. So, the cards are useless for anything but your nerd fans."

"Now we can leave? Your sad clones are satisfied." Louie guided him back towards the door again.

Huey dug his heels into the ground. "No, no, no. Guys, they're going to look up my social media and they can't do that."

"Why not?" Dewey pulled out his phone to take a look. "It's just all normal stuff… besides your dumb vanity shots."

Huey dragged his hand down his face. "That's the thing… I don't look like the same Huey Duck that they know. I can't let them see that." He went back and collected the cards from each kid. "I'm sorry, guys. These are old cards. I tell you what, if Louie can get the museum to let me do a book signing for you, I'll have new cards to hand out."

They looked a little downhearted as he took back the business cards but that was shortly erased by the thought of a real book signing event.

"Can we plan it?"

"Yeah! We're great at planning."

"Oh! Would you come to our awards ceremony?"

At the mention of the awards ceremony, Huey smiled. Perfect! That should make it up to them. I would have done anything to have Isabella Finch show up to a junior woodchuck meet. He took the flier that little Philip handed him. "In two weeks? I'll be there."

The children cheered and all began talking at once again.

"You'll be our guest of honor!"

"We'll tell Launchpad and he can get a cake and everything!"

"Can you bring your guidebook? I've always wanted to see it in person."

"What happened to your red hat? Are you going to wear that to the awards?"

Louie had to drag him out of the circle of woodchucks by the arm. "Great! Perfect! Huey will be at your award party or whatever. We'll see you then!" With that, he and Dewey directed him out of the building and into the RV.

Huey couldn't take his eyes off the flier. Apparently, he was a big deal. If word gets around… who knows how many woodchucks will show up. His heart sank into the pit of his stomach. They're going to ask me what plans I have for the future… what adventures I'm preparing for. Boy, will it break their hearts to hear I'm flipping burgers.

That's definitely NOT what I wrote in my bio in their edition of the guidebook. He folded up the flier and rubbed his head with it. What am I going to do? I'm not the same Huey Duck they know and love… I'm not the one they want to hear from and they definitely don't need any inspirational advice from me. Not 18 year old Huey. They'd be better off finding a time machine to talk to little ol' Huey. The one who cared more about facts and less about everything else in the world.

"Hey, I know you're bummed about leaving but I gave your card to the receptionist."

Huey slowly knocked his head against the window.

"I'm sure they'll give you a call to do a signing. I mean, It can't be often that they get visited by one of their own exhibits." Louie started up the RV.

Dewey laughed, folding his arms on the back of Huey's chair. "Pfft, obviously. All of their other exhibits are for dead people. Huey's just ahead of the game by a few years. You're already famous!"

Huey winced, staring out the window at all the little smiling woodchucks waving goodbye with dreams and hopes shining in their big, curious eyes. Oh joy….