108th Journal Entry of "The Life of Dewey Dingus Duck - Doing Life Like the Dew Do."

I've always wondered what it would be like to have a dad. I was raised by my uncle, which-don't get me wrong, no one can beat Uncle Donald when it comes to stand-in parenthood. He's in a league of his own. From the beginning, we were taught never to call him "Dad," and growing up, we fully understood that we were orphans with a rockstar uncle playing parental roles.

Naaaaturally, a kid is going to wonder as they watch other children getting picked up from school or cheered at recitals—what would it be like to have a dad? A dad you can call "Dad," not just "Uncle Donald." To understand which traits and quirks I inherited from my dad that my brothers didn't, and that Uncle Donald can't quite relate to. What's the other half that really made me… well, me?

Not to mention, it would have been nice to walk around school without feeling like the odd one out—the kid whose dad didn't want him. I mean, who wants to be that kid? The one who draws faces on his hands to make hand-puppet friends and whose only lunch buddies are his brothers.

Then came the time when Uncle Donald pulled us out of school to homeschool us on the road while he worked as a cameraman. Suddenly, my social circle shrank to just my pen pals and my two brothers, with whom I was constantly squeezed between. Anyway, you get the picture. But now, things are different. I have a chance with my real dad. I have a chance to show him who I am apart from my brothers, to be the son that Dad has always wanted to connect with.

While Huey's angry and Louie's off being kidnapped-that's a story in itself but this is not the entry for that-I get to be the son Cosmo can bond with, the one who sees him as the dad he always wanted to be. I'm determined to be that triplet. I'll be the best son a guy could ask for. You think I'm good at storytelling and stunt-driving? You haven't seen anything yet! And I won't stop until he calls me-

"Son, are you sure that's a good idea? What if we hit a bump or… crash?"

Dewey looked up from his laptop as Cosmo stepped out of the restroom. Only then did he realize that the left half of his body was dangling off the edge of the bunk. "Crash? I've survived years of being Launchpad McQuack's best friend, I think I'll be okay. " He smirked, setting his laptop aside and sliding his body off the bunk until he was hanging by his legs. "Besides, Dad, I do this all the time. I've hit my head soooo many times thatI barely feel it anymore. Oh! Get a load of this! You'll love it." Dewey reached into his pocket. "I spent three months mastering this skill."And for just an occasion like this.A yoyo descended from his hand all the way down to the floor. In a second, he swung back into his hand. He then walked the dog across the table before spinning the yoyo around like a propeller.

"Hey, that's pretty impressive, kid!" Cosmo chuckled, sitting back down.

Dewey's chest tingled. He grinned. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." He squeezed one eye shut and squinted at the ceiling. Sticking his tongue out, he focused on the hatch on the roof. In one swing, he wrapped the yoyo around the latch and yanked, popping the hatch open. A gust of wind roared through the vehicle.

"Ha! Did you see that? I'm practically Spiderman!"

"Dewey!" Huey's "parent" voice sounded from the front. "Close the hatch and stop fooling around!"

"Alright,Uncle Donald!" He called back, winking at Dad. "He's just jealous. He doesn't have the natural athletic prowess that I do." Dewey dropped into a handstand on the table and flipped himself onto the floor, spreading his arms out like a triumphant Olympic gold medalist.

Cosmo glanced over his shoulder towards the curtain at the front of the vehicle. "Is he usually like this?"

"A wet blanket? Always." Dewey rolled his eyes. "I find it best to just ignore him. Now, you have to see this trick." Grabbing his yoyo, he spun it while sticking his fingers between the string and spreading it into a complex pattern. "Drumroll please…iiiiiiiiiiit's the Eiffel tower!"

Cosmo raised his eyebrows and laughed. "By golly, you're right! You have some talent, kid."

"Dewey!" Huey's voice grated his nerves again.

"Ugh. Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't get your pants in a wad." He untangled his fingers from the string and then used both walls of the RV to climb up and close the hatch.You know, I could really be Spiderman. Think about it, string-slinging skills… climbing up wall… and I can do my own stunts.

When he hopped back down, Cosmo leaned over in his seat. His brow creased and he lowered his voice. "Maybe I should go up and talk to him? He seems like he's really having a hard time. I know he was pretty mad about Philbert."

Right. He heard all of Huey's bellyaching.Dewey slid back into the booth, crossing his arms on the table. "Eh, don't let him get to you. Ever since the whole thing with Gosalyn, he's been extra moody."

Cosmo blinked. "Who's Gosalyn?"

Dewey spun his yoyo on the table. "Nevermind. All you need to know is, when Huey's like this, it's better just to leave him be." He set his chin in his hand and stared at the houndstooth pattern on the yoyo as it spun.Why does it matter anyway? He's got me right here, and I want to spend time with him. Huey chose to be a jerk, so he gets to be ignored."Trust me, dad, Huey will be fine if we just leave him alone."

Cosmo let out a sigh and kept glancing back at that darn curtain separating them from Huey and Webby. "I'll take your word for it." After a moment, his eyes settled back on Dewey, sending a wave of jitters through him. Man, the guy's eyes were electric and almost spooky with tension! "And what about Louie? I don't really know a whole lot about what's going on. Your girlfriend told me enough to know that Philbert and Louie have been kidnapped?"

A groan escaped his lips. He grabbed his bill and blushed, holding his breath.Keep it together."Heh, well, to start with, Webby isnotmy girlfriend."I mean, dude, you were literally part of F.O.W.L. You helped make the clones, how could you not connect the dots?He sighed.Whatever. I guess I gotta get my oblivious nature from somewhere."Webby is the genetic clone of Uncle Scrooge so whatever you think is between us, trust me, it's not there."

Cosmo's eyes widened. "I had no idea-"

"And Louie?"Why does everything is always about Louie?"He's got a mean greed streak as longer than your arm. In the recent past, he spent six months in prison. You would think that would have fixed the issue but apparently not. He stole Ludwig Von Drake's growth serum when we were in St. Canard visiting Darkwing Duck. We aren't positive but we think that a gang member from prison kidnapped him and Philbert as a part of some elaborate money-making scheme." The words tumbled out as fast as he could possibly articulate them. "Luckily, Webby works for SHUSH so she thinks she knows where they're headed."

Cosmo sat there, his mouth hanging open. His eyes moved down to the table and then out the window.

Aw great. I said too much at once, didn't I? Huey and Louie are always complaining about my motormouth.He shrugged with a sheepish grin. "But, hey! You've got me." He wiggled in his seat to get comfortable. "Did you know I used to be a sky pirate? They say that's where my passion for flying first took off. Get it?Took off?!"Dewey slapped the table and lit into a cheeky grin, watching as Cosmo's face turned from shock to deep thought.

"I just hate it." Cosmo raked his hand through his hair like Huey always did when he was frustrated. "I caused this mess and I wish I could do something to fix it. I should have been there to keep Louie from getting into trouble and Huey has every right to be mad at me. You all do."

Dewey's stomach soured. His voice fell quiet. "But I'm not mad."

With a sad smile, Cosmo set his hand on his shoulder. "Thank you. I just want to find some way to make it up to you boys. You deserve better. I was never there for you."

The warmth of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through Dewey's body, setting his heart on top of a rollercoaster. Taking a deep breath to hold in the excitement, he shook his head and smiled. "Hey, nobody said you couldn't start now. I mean, there's plenty of things we can do."

Chuckling, Cosmo gestured out the window at the passing cars. "What do you have in mind? We're a little predisposed at the moment."

Dewey pressed his bill against the window. Around the fog his breath created against the cool glass, he spotted a sign for the greatest pit stop of all time. *GASP* "Pull over! Pull over! PULL OOOOOVER!" Stumbling out of the seat and up to the front, he tackled the back of Webby's chair and shook it. "Pull off the highway, Webbs! STAT!"

After her eyes stopped spinning from the shaking, Webby yanked the RV off the interstate. "Why?! What happened?! Are you hurt?"

Dewey's eyes gleamed as they settled on the 8-Twelve gas station sign. "It's glorious," he breathed, pointing ahead.

"Oh phooey, you can't be serious," Huey groaned and planted his hand in his hand.

"Why not? It'stheplace for the perfect food for our reunion with dad."

"You mean greasy hot dogs that give you indigestion for weeks?"

"No, doofus! Don't you remember what we ate the day after mom got back? Chili dogs!"

Huey's voice droned on, heavy with sarcasm and lacking all joy. "Oh wow, you're right… that's soooo much better."

Dewey rolled his eyes and plastered on a big smile poked him in the belly. "Once we get a good ol' 8-Twelve chili dog in you, you'll be changing your tune, Mr. Crabby-pants."

"I'd rather keep driving to find Louie."

As soon as Webby pulled up to the gas station, Dewey stepped between the curtain, peeking just his head through to wink at his grumpy, older brother. "We both know Louie would rather stay kidnapped than come home with you in current mood. As soon as one of your bossy, sarcastic speeches gets started, he'll be tying his own hands up and hopping back into Gus' trunk again. Listen to your younger brother for once and just eat a chili dog and be happy about it, will you?"This is my thing for dad and Huey Duck is not about to ruin it.

Dewey swung back around to Cosmo and grinned. "Guess what, Dad?"Oh yeah, and the award for the best son EVER gooooooes to? Deeeeeweeeey Duuuuuck! Whoohoo! Hold your applause. Whaaaat?! Of course, I'll take the award. It'll fit perfectly with all of my other "best" trophies back home.He threw his hands in the air. "We are going to celebrate you with the best party food known to man! Whoop! Whoop!"

"Pizza?" Cosmo climbed out of his seat.

"What? No. Chili dogs, of course! What kind of parties do you go to? Come on, let's go." He ushered Cosmo out the door. "Wait, I almost forgot." He sauntered over to the passenger door of the RV and smiled up at Huey through the window.

The window lowered at an achingly slow pace. "Fine. Get me a chili dog with extra spice."

Dewey bounced back and forth on his heels and lifted an open palm, wiggling his fingers. "Heh. Wouldn't you know it? I forgot my wallet. Darn you, my ADHD forgetful tendencies!" He smirked when Huey dropped the card into his hand.Every time.