As soon as they got in the RV Louie spun around and gave Huey a pair of high fives. "That's what I'm talking about! I never thought I'd see the day… Huey Duck, the Huemeister, Nerdie McNerd, Catastrophe Casanova… got a second date." Louie grabbed him around the neck in a hug.

Dewey groaned, falling onto the bench seat. "I thought you two were mad at each other."

"Oh, I'm still miffed. But he managed to get a second date with Gosalyn after that fiasco of a first date you and Webby cooked up… all the while being his awkward self. That deserves to be congratulated."

"Fisaco? I thought it went great! There was much family bonding!" Webby grinned and squeezed Huey in a hug. "I'm so excited! You and Gosalyn are going on a SECOND DATE!"

One cocky smile from Webby and Dewey's whole body went rigid. "Nope! Nuh-uh. Nada, Webby. I know what you're thinking but that's not what's happening here." Gosalyn and Huey are not soulmates or whatever she's thinking they are. They're NOT getting married, or going on some stupid honeymoon, or having babies. I'd stop that train WAAAAY before it happens.

"But it's a second date, Deweeeeey. Just like I saaaaaaid." Her eyebrows bobbed.

"Pshh. A second date isn't that big a deal." Dewey kicked his legs up on the table, crossing his arms. Between Darkwing and me stalking him like hawks, I'd like to see him get a third. Now, that would be impressive!

"Uh, with Gosalyn Mallard? It's kinda a big deal. She's ten!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Huey shrugged Louie's hand off. "I mean, obviously she's a ten, but then what do you think I am?"

Louie looked him up and down for a second. "I don't know. A seven?"

"A seven?!"
Dewey sat up to watch. Oh yeah, here we go. "BURRRRN! Are you gonna stand for that, Hue?"

Huey raised his eyebrows. "And what do you think you are?"

Louie stuck his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat, mumbling under his breath. "A nine, actually. Ten once this pimple on my beak clears up."

"A ten?! You have the same exact face as me!"

"Like we've said before, we're all unique snowflakes. Personality and charm are not shared genetic traits across triplets. No science has proved that." Louie landed a hand on his shoulder. "But it doesn't change the fact that I'm proud of you for pulling Gosalyn."

Huey rolled his eyes and shoved him before limping towards the front of the RV. "Oh, don't try and recover it with flowery family talk. Half the time you don't mean it anyway."

Dewey jumped and fell off the bench seat. "Wait! I call dibs!" He clawed to the front of the RV to find Huey in the driver seat. "Nerp! I'm driving. I called it!"

"Well, news flash, little boy blue, I'm in the chair and you're on the ground. Go back and keep an eye on the smooth-talking charmer back there."

"Dewey stood, clamping his fingers on the back of the seat. "Shouldn't you be off day dreaming about your girl instead of bossing people around? I hate the idea of you dating my friend but at least it kept you off our backs for a day. Besides, you can't drive. Your ankle is still sprained." As he talked, Huey mocked him with his hand. "Oh, come on, that's just immature."

"I can drive, Dew. It's not that bad." Huey started up the RV and yanked into reverse. It lurched as it rolled down the driveway and onto the street. He winced as he tried to slam on the breaks.

The RV bounced over a curb, tossing Dewey backwards into the wall.

"Okay! Enough of that!" Louie yelled from the back. "Somebody take the wheel from Lovebird! I don't care if it's the stunt driver, just get us on the road!"

Rubbing the back of his head, Dewey narrowed his gaze. If he wasn't such a stink'n control freak, I would be driving in the first place. "You're in no shape to drive, Hue."

"And we know how that happened."

Dewey grit his teeth. "That's not fair and you know it. It was a car chase!"

Huey sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before looking over at him with a heavy look in his eyes. "I know. I'm sorry. It's not that. It's just… my leg is fine."

"Says the guy who nearly ran into someone's mailbox." Dewey crossed his arms.

"It's just a little sore. It's nothing."

"Why do you always have to take charge and do everything?"

Huey heaved a sigh and shifted the RV into drive. "Because otherwise it doesn't get done…."

"I think what you mean to say is that it doesn't get done how you think it should be done." One look at Huey's irritated face confirmed that. "For one second, I wish you'd step back and let one of us do it. Even if it's not how you would. I know being in control makes you feel better when things are crazy… and the fact that you literally just lucked out and got a second date with Gosalyn Mallard proves that today is crazier than most… but you need to sit this one out."

Huey shook his head, turning to the road and pulling the RV off the curb. "You're making a big deal out of nothing, D. My leg is fine."

Alright. That's it! "Oh you do not make me the responsible one!" He leapt to his feet and grabbed Huey by the shoulders. "I'm not going to have to sit on you too, am I? It worked on Lou, it'll work on you too! Hand over the baton, maestro." He yanked him out of the driver seat and took his place.

Huey fell into the passenger seat, gripping his leg. "Ahg, ow!"

"That's right, boooiiiii! It's all Dewey's now!" He slammed his foot on the accelerator and peeled out of the neighborhood before Huey could say a word. He turned up his tunes and pressed on the gas. "Goodbye awkward teen romance, hello Dorkburg and our soon to be found dad! And that sounded waaaaay cooler in my head!" He maintained the peppy attitude while Huey sulked in the passenger seat.

After several minutes of silence, you know, besides Dewey's on-point sing along to Bohemian Rhapsody, Huey finally spoke up. "I don't know why I fought you for it. I guess I just feel like fighting everyone lately."

Dewey turned down his music a little and smirked. "Hey, I get it. Louie keeps provoking you and I'd be mad too if my leg was totally useless."

Huey stuck his hands in his pockets and sank into the seat. "But you were also kind of right. After everything that's happened this weekend, I felt like I needed some control. It's kind of dumb."

He watched him for a second. But he's literally getting everything he's ever dreamed of!... but that's not the problem, is it? Putting two and two together, Dewey smiled and reached over, pushing him. "I think you need to stop focusing on all the things that could go wrong. We had a lot of wins this weekend and we're on our way to finding answers that we've searched for our whole lives. This is right up your alley." He waited for his brother to meet eyes with him. "Nothing about this trip was planned or organized. Just do what I Dew and learn to roll with the punches. If we're going to find dad, we need you to get your head in the game."

Huey turned to stare out the window at the darkness.

Dewey internally groaned. Huey being introspective was never really great for anyone. It meant he was overthinking everything and trying to control the uncontrollable. I don't want to fight with him about it the whole rest of the trip. This is our last adventure together before I leave. I need him. Why can't he see that? He guided the RV onto the freeway. "The pursuit of truth is worth whatever grief it may bring."

"Where'd you get that piece of infinite wisdom?" Huey muttered in a sarcastic tone.

"You."

"But that's not-"

"A junior woodchuck rule? No. But it sure sounds like it could be one. That's the example you've always set… living your life in the pursuit of truth. I've always admired that about you as my brother and I don't think you should make any exceptions. You didn't for Gosalyn. You pursued her until you found out she liked you back… even if it was to my chagrin."

Huey smiled slightly.

"All I'm saying is, Louie and I need our truth-seeking brother to lead us… even if Louie won't admit it. If the truth ends up being that our dad worked for F.O.W.L., at least we'll be in it together. For our last adventure, I want us to be the Duck boys… all for one and one for all."

"What do you mean last adventure?" Huey sat up, his eyebrow quirked. "Don't tell me your terminal. I knew this day would come. Stage 4 Pulling-my-leg syndrome?" His lips spread into a cheeky grin.

Dewey laughed and shoved his face away. "Oh shut up. I'm trying to have a heart-to-heart here."

"You don't really believe that this will be our last real adventure, do you? Adventure is in our blood and, with our family, it's kind of hard to avoid it."

Dewey shrugged, leaning his arm on the driver side door. "I don't know. I'll be gone having my own adventures. Maybe it's dumb but it just feels like this might be the last time the four of us get into trouble." This may not be the time to bring it up but Mom would kill me if I didn't talk about it. "You and Lou aren't following the adventure life plan Uncle Scrooge and Mom put together so who knows when the next time we get to do this is."

Huey settled back in the seat, pressing his feet against the dashboard. "Ugh, not you too."

"Hey, I know it's unrealistic but… it's our dream."

"Your dream. I just need some time to figure myself out, Dew. With Gosalyn potentially in the picture now, I want that time more than anything." He glanced back and lowered his tone. "And, after this week, it's clear that Louie could be headed right back to prison if someone isn't on top of him."

"But why does that have to be you?"

Huey raised an eyebrow at him. "You know why."

"Because it always has to be you… yeah, yeah, yeah…." Dewey rolled his eyes.

"I'm not leaving for college with all the uncertainties. There's too much at stake. But that doesn't mean we're going to stop adventuring. There's always another adventure. Once things calm down and I figure out what I want my life to look like, I'm sure we'll get right back into the craziness and the exploring." Huey smiled. "Just let me Hue this for a while… then we can Dew it again."

Dewey shook his head and laughed. "Okay, that was a stretch. It only works when I say it… but I know what you mean."

Huey turned up the song again and sang with it. "Galileo!"

"Galileo!" Dewey chimed in.

"Galileo Figaro!"

"But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me."

"He's just a poor boy from a poor family."

They sang in unison. "Spare him his life from this monstrosity!"

"Ope! Webbs, do you hear that?"

A sing-along to Dewey's dumb roadtrip playlist was exactly what he needed.

Webby lifted her head, her eyes growing as big as saucers. "EEEEEE! Playful family road trip songs?!" She hopped off the bench and scurried to the front of the RV, disappearing around the curtain. The next sound he heard was her excited voice, belting: "Let him goooo!"

"We will not let you go."

"LET HIM GOOOOOOO!"

Alright, that's enough of that. Louie pulled his phone out of his pocket and retreated to the back of the RV. He dialed a number and hopped onto the mattress. "Yooooo, Mark Beaks, what's up? How would you like to invest in a lucrative business endeavor of mine that just keeps growing. Pun intended."