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CHAPTER THREE
Since Uncle Scrooge kept answering my questions and since this was the best day of my life, I decided to keep asking him things while looking out both windows of the car. You know, so I wouldn't miss anything. I was so busy that it took me a second to realize we were driving up to a giant hotel.
I knew it was a hotel without even asking, because for once the tv shows that were always on actually taught me something. This place looked like a giant house, but it was obviously too big for a family. That meant that it must be a mansion hotel like the kind that was always in that travel commercial.
"Well, here we are, welcome to me humble home." Uncle Scrooge said.
He lived in the hotel?
"It's very big," I said, and Uncle Scrooge chuckled.
"Yer Uncle Donald lives on a houseboat. It's a lot smaller than this, and you'll have ta share space with yer brothers, but it's cozy all the same. While we were having ice cream I had Duckworth send word for Donald ta meet us here."
He waved his hand toward the driver, so I think the driver was Duckworth. But that didn't really matter right now, I was thinking about other things, so I shrunk down in my seat.
"Nervous, lad?" Uncle Scrooge asked, "Don't be. Yer Uncle Donald might have a bit of a temper, but he's not a bad duck. And don't worry if it takes you a while ta understand him."
"Huh?"
"You'll see," Uncle Scrooge said, and the car came to a stop. "You can wait here if you like," Uncle Scrooge continued as he unbuckled, "Come out when yer ready."
He stepped out of the limo and shut the door, but the driver never turned off the car so I still got A/C. Which felt really nice, since it was cold.
"AQUACKACKWACKWAQ!"
I jumped! Suddenly, a blue blur flew out of nowhere and landed in front of Uncle Scrooge.
"AFWQWAQWKALWFWLQAKLQKLKQHUEYQAWAWL? AQWAWWAQQHUEYQAWAFLAQ!"
I rolled down the window just enough to be able to hear outside.
"Now calm down, Donald." Uncle Scrooge said, "Yes, I found him-"
I rolled the window back up. The blue blur was my new uncle! He seemed a little crazy, but Uncle Scrooge said he wasn't bad. Still, if I can't understand him, will I get in trouble if I don't know what chores he's telling me to do?
But I came this far, and at least I wouldn't be in the trailer anymore, so I might as well keep going. I decided to take a deep breath and leave the car. Just...not out the side where my Uncles were standing. I opened the door on the other side.
Slowly, I stepped out and quietly closed the door, turned around and saw...myself.
"AHHH!" I shouted, and I was half-inside the car again before the other me grabbed my hand.
"Wait!" The other me said, "It's me, Dewey!"
That was when I remembered that I had identical brothers.
"I'm Huey," I said, slowly getting out of the car. The brother let go of my hand.
"Wow, you really scared us." Said another voice, and that's when I realized that the other brother was standing next to the car too.
"I'm Louie." He said.
"Are you really our twin?" One of the brothers asked-I had already mixed them up, but it was the brother in the blue shirt.
"Must be. Looks just like us." The green shirt brother said, "I thought we'd never meet you! Uncle Donald's been searching for you for ages."
"And he's been telling us your baby stories, like, every day." The blue shirt brother said.
"HUEY!" Someone shouted, and suddenly the blue blur I had seen earlier was picking me up off the ground, "AQWAQLSOQAWAQAQAQWAQWAWAWQ!"
I think it was the shock of it all, but I completely froze. It was never a good thing to be grabbed like this, but the best way to avoid getting hurt was to calm down and find out what they want.
"AWAQ! AWQAWAWAWE?" Uncle Donald said.
"He can't understand ye, Donald." Uncle Scrooge said. I can't described how relieved I was to hear his voice, even though I couldn't see him.
"Huey," Uncle Scrooge said, "Yer Uncle Donald said he's very glad to see you again, and he's asking if you're alright."
"Um, yes," I said, "C-could you please put me down, Sir?"
"SIR? AWWW, AQAWWQQWAQAWWLWFWL!" Uncle Donald set me down, thankfully, and pat me on the head as if I had done something he approved of.
"Boys, I see you've met Huey." Uncle Scrooge said, talking to my brothers, "Now I want ya to take good care of him. He grew up in the mountains, and doesn't know the city like you do."
"We'll teach you!" Green shirt grabbed my hand.
"Yeah!" Blue shirt grabbed my other hand, "We'll show you the park, and baseball, and everything!"
"AWAQ." Uncle Donald nodded his head in satisfaction, then turned and started speaking with Uncle Scrooge again.
The brothers, meanwhile, started talking to me at once about a lot of things that I didn't know. I think they started telling me about the park and baseball, but then they started talking about toys and cartoons, I think.
They got really excited and started practically bouncing around me in circles, their voices getting louder and louder. I didn't want to get into trouble, especially since I wasn't sure what they were doing, so I ran to hide behind Uncle Scrooge. He was still talking with Uncle Donald but was nice enough to pretend he didn't notice me, even though everyone else started staring at me for some reason.
"Huey? Are you alright?" The kid in the blue shirt asked, interrupting Uncle Scrooge.
"Ack, he's just a little shy is all," Uncle Scrooge said, still pretending not to notice that I was grabbing his coat, "He's not used ta having brothers, you know. There weren't many kids his age up in the mountains. Perhaps if you take it a bit slower."
That seemed to bring the smile back to the brother's faces. They started talking to me again, but were careful to be quieter and speak one at a time. They didn't seem to mind that I wasn't letting go of Uncle Scrooge.
"Your school has a library?" I asked during a pause in their conversation. It was the first question I had ever asked them, and they seemed to be really happy about it.
"YEAH!" They both shouted at once, and suddenly they were back to talking loudly at the same time.
But I didn't mind this time. I was getting used to it, even though I kept expecting one of the adults to tell them to be quiet. It seemed like they were allowed to be as loud as they wanted.
"QUIET!" Uncle Donald shouted, "AQWAWAAWAQWA," he groaned, rubbing his forehead.
Well, guess I was wrong.
"Yes Uncle Donald," the brothers said quietly, but a few seconds later they were just as loud again.
This was really different, especially since they weren't afraid of Uncle Donald. Sure he told them to be quiet, but he let them get really loud before saying anything, and he didn't even mean it when he yelled at them. I think it might take me a while to get used to these new family rules.
Before I knew it, I had left Uncle Scrooge behind and the brothers were teaching me how to play marbles. Apparently it's a game that all the kids in their school play, because you can trade marbles with each other.
"Here, I want to give you one. Which one would you like?" I was suddenly presented with a bag of the small toys.
"Can I have this one, Dewey?" I asked.
"I'm Louie. He's Dewey. Sure, you can have it. That's a good one. I got it from Webby-she's this cool girl at school. She always gets the best marbles."
This was one of the best marbles? And they were letting me borrow it? I honestly didn't know what to say. This day just kept getting better and better!
I don't know how much longer we stayed out there playing marbles on the ground, but I turned around when I heard footsteps. Uncle Scrooge was coming up behind me.
"Well boys, I know you're having fun, but yer Uncle Donald says it's time ta go home." He said.
The brothers groaned, but then they started to pick up their toys. So I helped them put the marbles away in a bag.
"Oh, yeah!" The brother in the blue shirt said-Dewey, I think? "We haven't shown you our house yet!"
"We live on a boat. I'll bet you haven't lived in a boat, since you lived in the mountains," The other brother said.
That's right, Uncle Scrooge mentioned earlier that they lived on a boat.
"I haven't been in a boat on water, but I've slept in a boat on land before." I said.
"Why'd you want to do that?" Dewey asked, closing the marble bag.
I shrugged. It wasn't like I had a choice.
"Anyway, let's get going!" Louie, the green shirt brother said as he grabbed my hand.
Why did they like grabbing my hand so much? Wasn't that something you only did when someone was in trouble?
Maybe my new family had different rules about hand grabbing.
The brother lead me past the limo over to an old car, and I only had time to look at Uncle Scrooge before I was pulled inside.
"Sit down, sit down!" Dewey said, and he and Louie buckled themselves in. So of course, I followed their example and buckled up too.
"Huey," Uncle Scrooge said, speaking to me through the open car door, "I know this is all brand new ta you, and it'll take some time ta get used to everything. But dunnae be afraid ta ask questions and ta have fun."
I nodded reflexively.
"See ya tomorrow, lads!" Uncle Scrooge said, and he closed the car door.
"Bye Uncle Scrooge!" The brothers cried out, at exactly the same time. It was a little weird because they waved at him the exact same way too. It was like watching one person twice.
Uncle Donald then got in the driver's seat, said something I couldn't understand to Uncle Scrooge, then another something I couldn't stand to me and my brothers, and the next thing I knew we were driving away down the road, leaving Uncle Scrooge behind at his hotel.