Webby and Dewey met Huey outside on the way back to the RV. "We barely made it out of there unnoticed. Louie switched up our whole plan and then ditched before we could get out. Not to mention Dewey couldn't stop sneezing and farting. Luckily Jane wasn't at her desk and we were able to slip out. Just wait until I get my hands on him." She pulled off her janitor hat and zipped off the jumper. "Anyway, how'd it go with you?"

It took a minute for Huey to fully catch on to the fact that she addressed him. He blinked and lifted his head. "Oh, uh, yeah. It went fine. Totally fine. Nothing out of the ordinary." His hesitant laugh gave him away.

"Oh yeah, what really happened?" Louie must have gotten all the "good liar" genes.
Huey shrugged. "It was nothing really. It's inconsequential. Did you get the file?"

The two of them climbed into the RV after Dewey. "Yeah, Dewey got it… somehow. I shiver at the thought of what that filing room probably looks like now though."

"Hey, at least you got it. Let's see the fruits of our labor." Huey held his hand out but Dewey didn't turn around. "D?"

Nothing.

"Uh, earth to Dewey!" Webby waved her hand in front of his face.

He tipped Webby's beak up, pointing it at the ceiling.

"Huh, where'd your weird silly string stain go?"

Dewey shook his head. "Guys, this isn't our RV." He climbed into the bunk above the table as Huey and Webby looked around them.

"There's no way an RV exactly like his could have survived this long." Huey grabbed the cabinet door and tested the hinges.

"This definitely isn't our RV." Dewey pulled his head out of the upper bunk. "That wad of gum I stuck between the mattress and the wall six years ago? No yeah, that's gone."

Webby went for the door. "Then who's-" Just as she set her hand on the handle, the door swung open from the outside. She tumbled out and nearly fell onto the ground until a firm hand caught her and set her back on her feet. "Woah! Oops! Thank you, I-" She looked up and was met with a pair of kind, familiar eyes.

"Melroy Jenkins?"

Webby laughed and took a step back. "Hey, guys, it's the custodian from DASA." She punched the man in the shoulder as she stepped all the way out of the RV. "Hey, partner! What's cooking?" This one might be hard to cover for. At this point, it's relatively clear that we were spying.

The custodian furrowed his brow. "Listen, I don't know who sent you but I'd like to ask you to please leave. I don't need anything from my past-" His eyes drifted to the door of the RV and his mouth hung open.

Webby heaved a sigh. "Oh, we're not spies." Hmm… then what are we? "Wweeeeee aaaare famous influencers! Yeah!" If all else fails, we use Dewey's old influencer page. "You're on one of our shows right now! We're calling this episode Clean A Random Janitor's RV Day! Right, guys?! Give him a round of applause!" She turned to the boys.

The two of them stood rigid in the doorway, their eyes bigger than saucers and their duckbills a pale shade of orange.

"Okay, I have a feeling that no one is really listening to me. That's just rude, you guys, and it definitely does NOT make for good TV. From the top!" Webby looked between them.

Silence.

Okay, what on earth is- Her eyes drifted to the janitor's name tag. Sam? "GAAAAAAAAASP! YOU'RE THEIR DAAAAAD!" She snatched the folder out of Dewey's hand and tossed it over her shoulder. "Forget this!" She laughed and looked him up and down. "I don't know how I never made the connection. You have the same name, same eyes… same beak. It's uncanny really."

She turned to Huey and Dewey. They just continued to stare at him in wide-eyed silence. Smiling, she tugged on Dewey's arm. "Come on, guys, it's your dad. This is your moment."

Shaken out of his stupor, Huey grabbed his brother by the shoulders and guided him down the steps. "Let's get out of the man's RV. We could be charged for trespassing at this point." But instead of stopping, he continued to push Dewey away from the RV.

"Guys, wait!" She looked up at Sam. "I'm so sorry about this." She ran to catch up to them. "Huey, stop. We literally found your dad. Go talk to him."

Huey shook his head. "I have nothing to say to him." He continued to guide Dewey through the parking lot, looking for Uncle D's RV.

"But-"

"I agreed to help look for him because my brothers wanted to find him. Now that we know he's a janitor for DASA and living in an RV, we found him. Case closed."

Webby glanced back over her shoulder. Sam watched them from afar, his feet still planted in the same spot like he didn't know what to do with himself. "Huey, that's unfair."

Stopping in his tracks, with eyebrows furrowed, he turned to face her. His irises started to get a red ring around them as he spoke. "Unfair? You want to talk about what's unfair? After mom was gone, he left Uncle Donald to raise all three of us! Not only that, but he's been living here in Duckburg this entire time, avoiding us. If anything is unfair… that is!" Finding Donald's RV in the line of parked cars, he headed off, his hands firm on his brother's shoulders.

Webby grabbed Dewey by the arm and pulled him back. "Dewey, snap out of it. You wanted to talk to him, right? I mean, maybe he has an explanation. You'll never know until you hear him out."

Dewey finally broke out of his stupor, but instead of running back to Sam like Webby anticipated, he pulled away from her and stepped back with Huey. "I… I need a second."

Okay, that's almost the least Dewey thing he's ever said. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know how I feel." He looked between the two of them. "In a sense, I mean, I hate to say it, but Huey's right. Looking for our dad, I was really hoping he was off doing something world-changing or life-altering… something that could really make up for the fact that he wasn't there for us our entire lives. But… the fact that he lives in Duckburg… and works here? No spaceships or rockets or any of that… it sorta brings down the vibe. He was here all along and chose not to see us?" He rubbed the back of his neck and looked off towards Sam's RV.

As he spoke his piece, Webby's heart broke, not just for them but for their dad. They didn't wait for him to say a single word before they ran off. Maybe he didn't have a good reason, but he should have been given the chance to voice himself. "He's still your dad. Don't you at least want to give him a chance?"

Dewey tucked his head into his shoulders and looked over at his brother.

Huey folded his arms tight against himself, like he was blocking a kick to the chest. "Webby, not all dark family secrets can turn into sunshine and rainbows. Look!" He pointed off at Sam's RV. "He just waltzed back inside like he never saw us."

Webby heaved a sigh. Huey was going to be impossible to reason with at this point, but Dewey? She touched his arm. "If you want to talk to him, I'll go with you."

Dewey stared at the RV in silence as Huey rambled on.

"This is exactly what I was afraid of." He fisted his hands and slammed them against his sides. "We all have our own things going on. We don't need this. We don't need him. We never needed him! I don't know why we ever decided to do this in the first place." Spinning around on his heels, he pounded off towards their RV. "Come on, Dew."

Dewey didn't move.

"Dew?" Huey turned back. "Let's go, Dewman. We've gotta tell Lou, and hopefully we can talk him into going home. This was a waste."

Webby put her arm around Dewey's shoulder and glared across the pavement at his older brother. Okay, Mr. Bossy-pants. Who made you king of the castle? Now I can see why Louie's always exasperated. She was about to give him an earful about being "controlling" when Dewey spoke up.

"How do you know it's a waste?"

"Well, what do you mean? He's clearly not doing anything worthwhile living in that van and cleaning toilets."

Dewey shook his head, looking up from the ground. "Webby's right, maybe he has a good reason for staying out of our lives this long."

"What good reason could he possibly have?!" The Duke flashed across his face, his chest puffing up with each flaring breath he took. "He's literally living in Duckburg! And if he was part of F.O.W.L. before this, we're better off not getting involved."

Dewey pulled out of Webby's arm and stepped up to face him. "You don't know that. You don't know anything, Hue. But don't you want to know? You're the junior woodchuck. I thought finding the truth was your thing."

At that, Huey's head twitched and his eyes grew dark. "You know what? No! I don't want to know and neither do you. Wanna know why?" His eye twitched as he drilled his finger into Dewey's shoulder. "Because, I'm in charge."

Dewey swatted his hand away. "Who says?!"

"I'm pro-tect-ing you. The truth won't measure up. It won't fix the fact that was gone for all these years. It didn't fix everything with Mom, no excuse will fix it for him."

Webby groaned and covered her ears. Greeeat. Why'd he have to bring Della into this?

"Why are you always blaming Mom? She didn't mean to get lost in space. She tried every possible thing she could to get back to us."

"There's more to it than that. She shouldn't have gone."

"It doesn't matter! She's here now and I'm glad that she's home. But I'm old enough to protect myself from the truth. I don't care what he has to say. I think I deserve to know."

Webby winced and wanted to yell at them to stop fighting but the red look in Huey's eyes was threatening as it was. One more voice against him would only tip him over the edge.

He gripped the sides of his head and squeezed his eyes shut, turning away. "This was a bad idea. I don't know why I went along with this in the first place. Can you imagine all the terrible things he could have done for F.O.W.L. on top of leaving us?"

Webby bit her lip, watching and just waiting for the Duke to bust out. She hadn't seen him for awhile but Uncle Scrooge had mentioned a few times where he was out of control.

Dewey shoved past him. "No. But I'm going to find out." He headed for Donald's RV. "And I'm bringing Louie with me."

Huey's body tensed and shook with emotion. Webby couldn't really tell which was winning… rage or sadness. As she stepped closer to him and Dewey got farther, the winning emotion looked more like pain.

She gently grabbed him by the shoulders, hoping to calm him down before the Duke took over. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Come here. Snuggle sandwich!"

Despite his brother-like struggle against it, she wrapped him in a hug. She couldn't imagine what it would be like in their shoes… to know that their dad was alive, in the same city, and knowingly avoiding them their whole lives. Huey's reaction is probably the most warranted… but doesn't everyone deserve a chance?

After several moments in that silent hug, Huey sank into it and hugged her back, burning his face in her shoulder. The quivering rage in his muscles melted into soft sniffle shakes. She could feel the wetness of little tears seeping through her hair.

Finally! If they could have just been girls, we could have gotten to this breakthrough a lot sooner. Webby smiled at the thought of a girl-talk/cry session she had always wanted to have with them… buuuuuut they were boys, and supposedly never cried or spoke about feelings. This will have to do.

"I can't imagine what you're going through… but I do know how it feels to be told a lie your entire life… to feel unloved, unwanted." She squeezed him tighter. "What he did, or didn't do for you and your brothers is unacceptable, no matter what kind of excuse he could make. You are right about that. But you three need closure and you're not going to get it by walking away. You'll only get more angry and bitter. I don't want that inner strife for you."

She patted his back. "We're the McDucks and family is everything to us. Even if it doesn't look like we want it to."