We've been dew for a Dewebby snippet, don't you think? - justducky3

Now dressed in the navy blue jumper and hat herself, Webby stopped the cart in front of the filing room door. Through the window blinds into the director's office, she spotted Huey explaining something to the DASA director in detail. Wow! He's really getting into his role. Too bad Louie had to go and screw ours up. She looked down at the baggy jumpsuit. She'd never been one for style but this was ridiculous.

She pulled the a rag off of Dewey's head. "Alright, the plan is-"

"Plan-shman! I've totally got this!"

"Dewey, wait-" Too late.

Dewey hopped out of the cart and darted into the filing room. Webby glanced around the hallway and took a breath. Lucky for him the camera angle missed him and there's no one in the hallway.

She face palmed. This is why he was supposed to be in the janitor uniform standing guard. He's makes a terrible spy.

Peeking her head in the filing room, she saw Dewey yanking out drawers and flipping through files with no method to his madness whatsoever. This is a trainwreck. What was Louie thinking? She was about to step inside to take over the operation, when the sound of wheels caught her attention.

Webby quickly shut the door behind her and grabbed a towel, pretending to polish the doorknob.

"Hey, who are you?"

She turned around to see the actual janitor standing there with a mop and bucket. "Uh, uh…" Come on, Webby, you're trained for these kinds of situations. She cleared her throat and straightened. "I'm the new trainee tasked with… cleaning the doorknobs and light switches." She smiled and wiped at the nearest lightswitch, making the lights above them flicker on and off.

They stared at each other for a very long minute. Webby just awkwardly beamed at him, still scrubbing the lightswitch. I guess this is why I scored low on the human interaction part of the whole spy gig. I hate lying.She felt sick to her stomach just wearing the disguise, much less actually playing the part.

He glanced at her name tag and then back at her, raising his eyebrow. "You expect me to believe your name is Melroy?"

Webby swallowed hard. You can do this, Webby… Louie taught you. She puffed out her chest and stepped over to face the bigger duck. "How dare you suggest that Melroy isn't a girl's name! I happen to come from a very long line of strong Melroy women. Haven't you ever heard of the nickname 'Mel'? Have you ever thought about where that comes from, huh?" He shook her rag at him.

"Uh, Melody, Melanie, Melissa, Amelia, Melina? Anything but Melroy. No offense, but I didn't even know that was a name."

"Well, now you know! Melroy Jenkins is my name and I'm proud of it!" She lifted her chin and spun back around, grabbing the cart. "Now, if you excuse me, sir. I have some toilet bowels to attend to."

The custodian raised his brow with a slight smile but simply shook his head. "They don't pay me enough for this." He chuckled and walked off. Webby watched until he rounded the corner.

Phew! She looked through the window into the director's office again. Huey was standing now and so was the director. One confused glance from him and she knew they were in trouble. Oh great! They're almost done!

"Come on, Dewey…" She peeked into the filing room. "You better have that file," she whispered, scanning the room for him. "Dewey?!"

A hand popped up from behind the filing cabinets, a manilla folder between the fingers. "Got it!"

"Hurry! They're coming." Webby held the door open as Dewey ran and dove into the basket. Webby tossed a towel over him and shut the door behind them just in time.

Huey and the director walked out of the office. The man chuckled and placed his hand on his shoulder. "You have my number. Just call me when you've made your decision."

"Thank you, sir. You have no idea how much I appreciate your time." He shook the director's hand.

Webby as she whistled and scrubbed the carpeted floor with a mop. Whistling inconspicuously. She could feel their stares burning into her back and it made all of her muscles tighten. Only then did she realize she was using a dry mop to clean a carpeted floor.

"Ahem."

She froze. "Yes, sir?" She spun around and stood at attention, saluting the director.

Huey, clearly confused, stared at her with an exasperated look on his face.

"Don't you have some bathrooms to… err… mop? I think the carpet is clean enough." The director hesitated as he looked her up and down.

"Ah, ha, yes sir. I apologize. I'll get right on that." She stuffed the mop into the basket, smashing it into Dewey's head on accident. She pushed the cart down the hallway.

"The bathrooms are the other way, miss."

Webby spun the cart back around and smiled at him. "Oops! I knew that. Don't worry, sir. You won't recognize those bathrooms when good ol' Mel is done with them."

"That's what I'm afraid of it," The director muttered as he guided Huey in the other direction.

"Achoo!" The basket rattled.

Webby glanced back to see both Huey and the director watching her. She rubbed her beak and pretended to sniffle and cough. "Excuse me. I've been getting over the flu."

The director shook his head, rolling his eyes before going on his way. Huey shot her a death glare before following him.

When they were safely out of range, Webby let out a breath, melting onto the cart. A burp came from the cart. She grabbed the end of the mop and jammed it against his head a few times.

"Ow! Hey!"

"Shhhhh! You about got us caught! Can't you keep your bodily functions under control for more than a few minutes?"

Dewey yanked the towel off of his head and glared at her. "This thing reeks of cat hair. You know I'm allergic. Where did you find this thing anyway?"

"That's irrelevant. You've jeopardized our mission several times. Cat hair is the least of our worries."

Dewey held up the folder. "But I got it, didn't I? As soon as we get out of here, I'll be called the hero of the DASA raid! It'll make a great new entry in my blog."

"Your what?"

Dewey cleared his throat and sank deeper into the hamper. "Ahem… that's not important. All I'm saying is, a simple thank you would suffice."

Webby glanced down both hallways. "We're not out of the woods yet. You think you can stop sneezing and burping enough for us to get out of here unnoticed?"

"Are you kidding? Silent as the grave."

That's what I'm afraid of. She threw the towel back over his head and began to push the cart towards the elevator.

Toot.

"DEWEY!"

"Sorry! I had a bean burrito for breakfast, what do you expect? Silent from here on out. I promise."

Any amount of silence is too much to ask from Dewey Duck. "If we get out of this, Louie's going to get such a firm talking to!" She cringed as she pushed the cart into the elevator. "Okay, I see what you guys meant about me sounding like a boomer now."

Dewey snickered.

"What was that?"

Silence.

"That's what I thought."