Launchpad burst into the house, grabbing Dewey by the shoulders and swinging him around. "Guys! You'll never guess who I just saw."

"Webby." Dewey and Louie sighed in unison.

"Woaaaaah. How'd you know? Are you psychic?" Gaaaaasp! "My best friend Dewey has super powers." Launchpad set him back on the ground, clamping his hands on his shoulders. "We shall call you Brain Boy, saving the world with your psychic mind powers."

Dewey looked up at his towering best friend. "As much as I'd love to be a superhero, sadly, I'm not psychic." He nodded towards Louie who opened the door to the backyard where Webby rushed around with piles of decorations in her arms.

"Oh, boys, you're just in time. Did you find the tuxes in Mr. Mallard's attic? Will they fit?" Webby pulled a string of old Christmas lights out of a box.

Louie dragged the dusty tuxes out of the house and hung them on the back porch railing. "Yeah, they'd fit… if we were back in the 80s."

Webby grinned. "Oh, come on! Do it for your brother." She stepped over and dumped a tangled wad of lights in Louie's arms. "Now, I need one of you to hang these up for me."

Louie slid the spaghetti pile of bulbs and cords into Dewey's hands. "Dewey's great with lights. He always helps Uncle D string them at Christmas time."
"Aw man, that's a once a year thing I always get dragged into. That doesn't make me good at it." Dewey grumbled as he struggled to untangle the lights. "There's got to be a different job."

Webby smiled. "There is! Whoever isn't putting up the lights has to keep Huey distracted and help him with his hair."

Dewey paused and smirked at his little brother. "On second thought, I'm great with lights. Like you said, Lou, I'm the light guy." He swaggered off to the ladder.

Louie groaned, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Aw phooey." He spun around to look at Launchpad. "Heeeeey, buddy! How would you like to take Huey on a trip to the barber?"

"Looooouie."

He spun back around to see Webby with her arms crossed, her foot tapping on the deck. "Whaaat? Launchpad isn't busy."

"Launchpad has agreed to keep Gosalyn busy. You get to spend time with your brother. Go find him and don't come back until five." Webby poked his beak. "And don't spoil the surprise, Mr. Spoiled-Sport."

Louie heaved a sigh. "Fine. At least I'll get my hat back." He turned and went to find his brother.

Dewey climbed up the ladder that wobbled with every step. He wrestled with the lights until he found the end, managing to tangle the lights around himself as he attempted to untangle them from each other. Aw phooey! But as he watched Louie lumber off to find Huey, he still felt like he was in the better position. "Hey, Webbs?"

"Yes?" Webby didn't look up as she clipped a few roses from the Mallards' rose bushes and put them in a vase.

"Does Drake know that you're putting together a date for his daughter in his backyard?" Last I checked, he was against the very idea of Gosalyn dating.

"Oh, he's totally fine with it."

Dewey raised his brow. "What did you tell him?"

"I asked him if we could borrow his backyard to create a surprise romantic dinner setting. I also asked about the tuxes and he didn't seem to mind one bit. He actually thought it was really sweet that I was planning a surprise."

Dewey narrowed his eyes, watching Webby as she continued to set the table. "Wait, who does he think you're surprising?"

Webby rubbed her forehead. "You know, now that you mention it, he did say something about the blue one. I just thought maybe he mixed you two up."

Dewey thought for a moment. Waaait. He tried to wiggle free of the lights, wobbling the ladder in the process. As he broke free, the ladder tipped over. "Tiiiimber!" He landed on top of Webby.

"Oof!"

"Ow!"

"Sorry…" Dewey pushed himself up, rubbing his head that had bonked into hers. "You okay?" He helped her sit.

Webby held her head and laughed a little. "Yep, I guess I didn't set up that ladder very well. I'll hold it for you next time."

Dewey looked up to see Drake Mallard smiling and shaking his head at the two of them from the kitchen window. His skin prickled. "Webby…"

"What? Is your head okay?" She set her hand on his shoulder and looked him up and down.

He stood up. "Webby, Drake doesn't think this is for Huey and Gosalyn. He thinks you're surprising me!"

She blinked, sitting back on her hands. "What are you talking about? You and Gosalyn? But that's ridiculous! You told me yourself that you only liked her as a friend."

Dewey pressed his fingers to his brow. "Noo. Think about it. You showed up out of nowhere and you asked him if you could use his backyard to create a romantic dinner. If you didn't specify the triplet or mention Gosalyn, what is he going to think?"

Webby's eyes grew big. "Whaaat?! You and I? No way!" She laughed, her nerves clearly flustered. "Heh, that's crazy."

Dewey shook his head. "Drake Mallard is terrible with names and he has no idea how our family dynamic works. I guarantee you that he doesn't know that you're practically my sister or that you're technically my great uncle? Aunt? Whatever you are." This family is waaay too confusing. Who knows what we're going to find out about dad, seeing as all of our other family secrets are all wack.

Webby laughed and shook her head. "No, no, no. I'll just go clear things up. He has to know the truth of what we're doing."

Dewey stepped in front of her. "Nerp. Not if you want this date to happen. Drake is touchy about anyone dating Gosalyn. I prefer to keep my brother alive, if that's good with you."

Webby's lips spread into a smile. "But I'm sure if I explained it all, he'd understand. It could be true love, Dewey. He wouldn't stand in the way of Gosalyn finding true love."

Dewey set his hands on her shoulders and kept her in place. "Yes. Yes, he would. Let's just keep on pretending that this isn't for Gosalyn, okay?"

Webby watched the house for a moment before meeting eyes with him and nodding. "If you say so. You know them better than I do, I suppose."

He smirked. "Trust me. For Gosalyn's sake, I think it's best to let her decide when to tell Drake. Now, how did you want these lights?"

Perking up, Webby threw her hands up, pointing from tree to tree. "In a heart shape. This is going to be the most romantic setting ever!"

"There's the Huemeister." Louie found Huey sitting in the RV, staring at the floor, the green cap hiding his curls. It took everything in him not to tear it off of his head and tell him to get over it… especially after everything Huey had said to him recently. But he held himself back and sat down on the bench seat next to him. "What are you doing in here?"

Huey rested his chin on the table and sighed. "I thought we were leaving for Duckburg."

Louie leaned back, folding his hands behind his head. "Webby really wanted to stay and interview Darkwing and Gosalyn. I guess she's working on a memoir for Uncle Scrooge and wanted to get some of their insights." Lying. The responsible thing to do. Dewey would have been terrible at this.

Huey sighed. "Great. I guess I should probably make an appearance if we're spending another day here."

Louie shrugged. "Or not. I mean, your hair is pretty hideous."

"Thaaanks."

"You can always count on me to reinforce your insecurities, bud." He swatted him on the back. "But I honestly don't see why you're so afraid of her seeing it. If that's how your hair wants to look, why not embrace it?"

Huey spread his arms out on the table. "It looks dumb, Louie. You said so yourself. It makes me look like I'm a kid with frizzy tufts of hair again. But I'm not that kid anymore.I created a new image for myself and it's not my style."

Louie stared at the small curls that poked out from under his hat. "Well, maybe it doesn't have to look dumb." He stood up, leaving the RV and going to the house. He came back with an arm full of hair products.

Huey lifted his head and rested his chin in his hand. "It's no use, Lou Garoo, I've tried."
But I haven't tried. Louie yanked the hat off of his head and stuck it back on his own head. "That's mine, thank you very much." He took a step back and rubbed his chin, taking a closer look at the problem before them. Yeesh. I can't really blame him for hating it. It's a mess. After a second, an idea came to him. "I've got it."

He dug around in Dewey's bag until he found just what he was looking for. "The new issue of Emma Glamour's It List."

"How is that going to help?"

Louie flipped through it. "I vaguely remember Dewey going on a rant about a new hairstyle that's become popular since the new It List came out." A smile lit across this face. He turned the magazine around, showing Huey the picture of a model sporting the newest curly hairstyle. "Look at that. Curls for days! You could totally pull that off."

Huey tilted his head and looked at it. "Alright. It doesn't look bad… I'll give you that. But mine doesn't look like that. It's just frizzy and awkward."

"Leave that to me." He handed Huey the magazine and got to work. He squirted mousse in his hands and attacked the mess on top of his brother's head. Okay, I know next to nothing about styling hair like this, but something's gotta work.

Huey squeezed his eyes shut as Louie yanked his head around. "Where'd you get all this hair product?"

"Oh, Gosalyn had a ton of stuff in the bathroom. I just grabbed anything that had the word 'curl' in it."

"What?!"

"Cool your jets. She has curly hair so I assumed she had the stuff to deal with it." Louie took a step back and admired his work. "Turns out, I was right." He handed Huey a mirror, smirking. The mousse and sea salt spray had tightened his brother's curls and reduced the frizz to nothing. "What do you think?"

Huey looked between the mirror and the magazine picture for a long time.

"I think it looks better than the picture, if I'm being totally honest." Which, for once, I am.

Huey's eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head and gave it a thorough once-over. "I don't know. It does look much better… great even." He took a look at the hair product, as if he was wondering why he'd never tried it before. "But is it me?"

Oh, come on. Don't be a diva about it, please. I don't have the stamina for this today.

"Do you think Gosalyn will like it, or do I look like a completely different person?"

How about… I don't care! Louie shrugged and leaned back against the cabinets. "I think she'll like it. It's your natural hair so maybe you should give it a chance." He tried to read Huey's cryptic face as he examined his hair in the mirror.

Alright then, I'll bring out the big guns. Louie grabbed his shoulder. "If Gosalyn is really turned off by your hair being different, then she's not the one for you. With how much of your dumb flirting she's put up with as well as meeting the Duke in his ultimate form, and she's still into you? Yeah, I don't think your hair is going to be a dealbreaker, Huesen." He shoved him, smirking. "Seriously. It's kind of ridiculous how much of Huey Duck she's seen and she still wants to go out with you."

"Heh, good point. That kind of puts the hair thing into perspective." Huey rubbed the back of his head, flushing.

"Buuut… if you're going to think about it all day, let's just go to the barber and get it taken care of. Because I'm not being your personal coach all day."

Huey set the mirror down and smiled at him. "No, you're right. Gosalyn has seen worse than a bad hair day… and you really did make it look better. Thanks, Lou Lou." He punched his shoulder. "Now put all of her hair stuff back where you found it."