"Hey, where have Dewey and Webby been all day? And where are you taking me again?" Huey glanced at Louie over his shoulder as his little brother guided him towards the backyard.

"Drake said something about a barbeque for our last night here. I'm starving so let's make the most of it. If there are any leftover burgers, sneak them into a bag for the trip back, would you? You know I need to keep my iron levels up. Supposedly, it helps with the insomnia but I'm still skeptical."

Huey slowed his pace and noticed that Louie pushed him harder. Something's not right. "What are you not telling me?"

Louie threw his arm around Huey's shoulders and tripped his hat back on his head, glancing at his watch. "Times up. I've done my part." He gestured to the lit backyard. "Everything from here on out is all Webby's idea. Have fun, bud." He slapped him on the back, causing Huey to stumble forward into the Mallards' backyard.

Oh no. That was it. Huey Duck's love life was officially over. As he looked around at all of the overdone Italian decor with the heart shaped mood-lighting, all of his hopes and dreams epically took a dive and crashed like Launchpad McQuack.

"Ooh! Huey, I love the hair! It's a great look," Webby chirped as she appeared from around a tree, dressed like a maitre d' with a menu under her arm.

Dewey grabbed his shoulders from behind and gave him a spin. "Wow, Louie, you actually did something right for once. It looks just like the style from Glamour's It List."

Louie leaned against the deck railing. "Eh. What can I say? Exceeding expectations? - Classic Louie."

Huey grabbed his head, straightened from all the spinning, and glared across the yard at his little brother. Lying all day about a date that will end all the affairs of my heart for good? And lying about my hair just so I'd show up to said life-ending date? That's classic Louie.

Dewey forced him to the table and sat him down. He leaned close to his ear. "Regardless of how cool I think your hair looks… I'm still not a fan of you with Gos. If you try anything funny, I'll be on you like white on rice."

Wow, good for him. He actually used a turn of phrase in the correct context. Huey sent him a sarcastic smile, the cheekiness coming through in his tone. "Yeah, I don't think that'll be a problem, seeing as this date wasn't even my idea."

"What are you talking about? You asked her out!"

Huey smiled at Webby until she moved away. He turned to Dewey, muttering under his breath. "But this isn't what I had planned! I was hoping to talk with her for a while and choose something based on her interests. Not some cheesy dinner in her own backyard! What were you guys thinking?!"

Dewey heaved a sigh. "This is Webby's idea and she spent all day on it." He grabbed his shoulders and turned him back towards the table. "And you are going to act like you like it… for her. We're in too deep to turn back now and she has her heart set on this."

Huey grimaced, glancing around at the cheesy romantic setting that clearly mirrored the one that he had created for Fenton and Gandra on their first date. He groaned and rubbed his forehead. Webby… no wonder. At the time, that was my idea of the perfect course she would think this is what I wanted… but we're not twelve years old anymore. He poked the elaborate candelabra in the center of the table. Now there's more to creating the perfect date than Italian cuisine and a checkered tablecloth.

The sound of music made him wince and bury his face in his hands. Not the violin. He peeked through his hands to see Louie perched on the deck railing in an old, brown 80s suit, playing the violin. Come on, Lou, you're better than this. Don't go along with all the cheesy stuff. Louie just met eyes with him, smirked, and kept on playing.

Oh why you little-this is payback, isn't? For all the things I said to him yesterday after he stole that stupid vial. He knows this is slowly killing me. Huey sank into his chair and looked up from his hands just as Webby ushered Gosalyn into the backyard.

She looked just as confused and flustered as he was when he first saw the set up. She looked his way with a look that said "What on earth is happening?"

With a hesitant smile, he shrugged. Wonderful… my first date with Gosalyn is actually happening and it's in the hands of the three most unqualified officers of romance I know.

Gosalyn sat down across from him, taking in the scenery. "Sooo… is this your go to when it comes to first dates?"

Huey straightened in his chair even though he felt like sinking down under the table. "I can't say that it is." With Webby right there, he tried to sound cheerful while making it clear on this face that this was definitely NOT his idea.

Gosalyn laughed a little, following his eyes and getting the idea. She looked up at the lights. "It's… charming."

Webby grinned. "Good evening, lady and gentleman. We have a magnificent chef in the kitchen tonight who will be cooking something maveliouso up for you." She kissed her fingers in a chef's kiss. "How may we serve you tonight?"

Huey swallowed hard, meeting eyes with Gosalyn, half-hoping that she'd find a way out of their awkward predicament… but also, strangely, hoping that she'd enjoy it. Afterall, regardless of the circumstances, this was now a date for the two of them and they were stuck in it.

Gosalyn took a look at the menu in front of her. Her green eyes sparkled and she smiled. "Oh, I'll have the spaghetti and meatballs with some sparkling grape juice please. That sounds delicious."

Huey picked up the menu. He turned to Webby. "There's only one thing on this menu-ow!" Something kicked him under the table. Pain shot up his swollen ankle.

Dewey popped up from behind the table and smiled. "Spaghetti and meatballs it is! Marvelous choice, sir… I'll be right out with the drinks for you and the lady."

Huey rubbed his ankle, glaring at Dewey as he sauntered towards the house. "What great service."

Gosalyn's giggle caught his attention and the pain in his leg seemed to dissipate in an instant. When both Dewey and Webby were gone, the atmosphere actually wasn't so bad… ignoring the awkward fact that Louie lingered in the corner with his violin.

He sighed and smiled at her. "Sorry… this wasn't exactly how I planned our first date to go. They sorta got carried away in surprising us both… and not in a good way."

"I don't know. It's not awful." Gosalyn looked up at the lights around them. Her hair glowed a soft red in the low light.

Huey let out a sigh and propped his cheek on his hand. As cheesy as this atmosphere is… she shines through so beautifully in candlelight.

"Besides, I kind of like it when you're unprepared."

"Why is that?"

"A girl has her reasons." Gosalyn leaned back, crossing her arms. The smile on her face looked more like she was taunting him rather than flirting.

Huey was about to come up with something clever but she interrupted him.

"Something's different about you tonight." She rubbed her chin, pretending to think with her hand on her chin as she stared at the top of his head.

He heaved a sigh and ran his fingers through a few of the curls. Might as well run with it at this point. What do I have to lose? "Oh, you mean this? Glad you noticed."

"What possessed you to get a perm?"

"Oh trust me. These are all naturaaal, baby." He reclined, resting his arm over the back of the chair.

"You're telling me that slicked back look you had going on was on purpose?"

"Hey, I thought it looked good!" He pretended to be offended, while actually kinda being offended. So she thought my other hairstyle was dumb? I worked hard on that image.

Gosalyn rested her elbows on the table and smiled. "I prefer this one. If that's really your natural look, I like it." She twisted a piece of her hair between her fingers.

His chest thrummed. Okay, who cares about the slicked back look if she likes this. "If you like it, then I like it. I've always just slicked it back because it seemed too complicated otherwise."

Gosalyn laughed a little. "Oh, I get that. I mean, look at mine. There's no taming it. Everyday it just does what it wants… and don't get me started on the color. It looks like the inside of a blood orange. I've tried dying it several times but it just looks green." She gestured to the perfect, red ringlets that crowned her head like a halo.

What is she talking about? She's an angel on earth. Huey smirked and looked into her dazzling green eyes. "If you want me to agree with you, you're talking to the wrong duck." He pulled at the collar of his overshirt. "If you haven't noticed, my favorite color is red. There is nothing I'd change about your hair… or you, for that matter." It was strange. Whenever he was around Gosalyn, his insecurities just melted away. He didn't care what shirt he was wearing, how his voice sounded, or what his hair looked like. He set his hand on the table, palm open.

Gosalyn gazed into his eyes, her cheeks glowing almost as bright as her hair. Her hand slid across the tablecloth.

Their fingers brushed-

"Pasta fazooli! Mama mia! Other Italian words I don't know!" Dewey burst out of the house, balancing one plate of spaghetti on his head and carrying two others in his hands.

Huey and Gosalyn both pulled their hands away and touched their necks. He cleared his throat and looked away. So close. Brothers will be brothers.

"Dewey, get back here." Webby ran out and grabbed him, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear her over the violin. "You haven't even gotten their drinks yet. And it's supposed to be one dish to shaaaare not three! We went over this."

Dewey chuckled. "Whoops! Sorry about that, folks. This is my first day." He wobbled back towards the house, running into the glass door and dropping all three plates of spaghetti.

"Deweeeeey!" Webby heaved an exasperated groan and shoved him inside. "Fix it!" She ran back out, laughing it off with a slight smile. "Heh, sorry about that. We'll have your drinks and meal out in just a moment. "Louie's right, Dewey makes a terrible employee. This will probably be his last night with us, unfortunately. Just don't tell him that."

Huey chuckled. "Mums the word. But he won't be getting a tip from us. That's for sure."

Gosalyn giggled, making his heart soar. Making her laugh now became his sole reason for living. Her fiery spirit and light heart made everything in his world make sense… and that was saying something. A weird sensation came over him. In just those three days, being around Gosalyn made him feel like he could start to plan for his future again. He wasn't afraid of thinking about college. He wasn't afraid of leaving. The future was exciting again… but only if it meant she'd be part of it. Yeah, that felt more right than anything he himself or his family tried to plan for. Even if it was just a thought… the very idea of life with Gosalyn made his future make sense.

With a small, captivated smile, Huey watched her. Yeah… turns out… maybe all I really needed was you.

"Oh, here he comes again. Grab the napkins!" Gosalyn scooted back in her chair as Dewey came out with a bottle of sparkling grape juice.

"Despite what my employer may be saying about me behind my back, I am not five years old." Dewey set the glasses down and poured the juice without spilling a drop. "Ha! What do you think of them apples?" He glared over at Webby as she came out with their dinner.

"This is our last plate of spaghetti, Dewey. Stand back before you Dewey it all up again." She nudged him out of the way with her foot and set the plate down gracefully in front of them. "This is a delicacy created by our very own Chef Launchpad McQuack. He is a culinary expert in the art of spaghetti and meatballs-"

"Probably because it's the only thing he knows how to make," Dewey commented with a knowing smirk.

"Ahem, regardless… please enjoy!"

Huey smiled across the table at Gosalyn. "Ladies first."
"Ah, ah, ah," Gosalyn shook her finger. "It's a McQuack delicacy. A gentleman would check for salmonella."

Huey rolled his eyes and smiled. "Well, gentleman that I am…" He winked. "Let this be a testament that I'll do anything for you, Gos." He grabbed his fork and swirled the spaghetti around it, taking a bite.

Gosalyn set her chin in her hands, watching with amusement as he chewed. "Wow, such a valiant knight. The bards will sing of the day you tasted LP's spaghetti in my stead."

Huey chewed a piece of meatball with a few noodles and swallowed. Surprisingly- He grabbed his throat and coughed, choking and falling out of his chair.

"Huey!" Gosalyn jumped out of her seat and came around the table only to find him smiling up at her from the ground. "Oh you-"

"Awww, you really do care." He beamed as he climbed back into his chair.

Gosalyn shook her head and laughed. "You did have me going for a second there. I've had Launchpad's french toast before and ended up being sick for days."

Huey took another bite. "Webby was't lying. It's actually fantastic and cooked through, I assure you. Try a bite."

Gosalyn swirled a few noodles around her fork and took a bite.

"Oh no!"

Louie's violin broke cord and went silent when Webby cried out in terror.

Webby gasped and grabbed Dewey. "The noodles… someone cut them! My whole plan is ruined! Did you meddle with my perfectly long, Lady-and-the-Tramp-esque noodles?!"

Dewey pulled out of her hands. "Woah, pump the brakes there, Webbs. I didn't touch your noodles. I mean, you know, besides the ones plastered all over the sliding glass door."

"Then-then who did?"

Something snapped and purple smoke coated the backyard. "I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am the scissors that cut all of your mushy love noodles. I am Darkwing Duck!" Darkwing swung his cape over his face as the smoke dissipated.

In seconds, Huey felt the dark, masked eyes of the purple caped crusader boring into his soul. Oh right… there's one tiny little problem when it comes to dating Gosalyn… her dad is Darkwing Duck.