Neb: I do not own Ducktales. Season 3 has begun, meaning we are on the final season of the story... maybe. I've got a few different plots going on in this story, and I will try and knock them out before the big finally of Season 3. However, I might try and go for a Season 4 which means (Time/Me) Won't be bound by a predetermined story line anymore. I am interested to see how it goes. I hope you all are as well.

Vincent tossed and turned in his sleep. He was dreaming about being in Egypt as the Cult of Isis was surrounding him carrying sacrificial daggers. They were chanting about how his blood would reawaken their goddess. The accuracy of the ritual was uncanny as well, there was a high priestess standing in the corner reading from a golden book, meanwhile Mr. Elite was reading from a black book. "W-what's going on? How did I get bound?" Vincent remembered he could use beams of energy now and used it to break his bindings. He felt weakened for some reason and limped his way out of the room. The cult of Isis did not bother stopping him, and Mr. Elite gave a more disappointed look than anything. Vincent closed the door behind him and saw he was in a completely different area. He was back at Duckberg as the Moonlanders were firing away at the Duck Family with their laser guns. He saw Mrs. Beakley getting grazed in the arm like she did during the battle, and he saw Webby and the other kids getting backed into a corner.

"She's the one keeping you from me," Rosina assessed from behind him. She waved her hand causing the possessed Moonlanders to aim their fire arms at Webby.

"Webby," Vincent yelled as he tried to make his way to them, but he still felt weighed down. "Webby!" Vincent woke up in his bed as a large heavy book fell off of himself. The book was another book on Ancient Magic artifacts that Vincent was reading the previous night. It must have been the object causing his in dream sleep paralysis. He rubbed his eyes as he looked at the time, it was still only six o'clock, but he didn't care. He got out from the covers and headed outside of his room. "I was never supposed to be this way," Vincent grunted. He headed downstairs and saw Donald was up watching T.V. in the living room with bags under his eyes. Donald seemed to be watching some sort of Sitcom show that was filmed in front of a live audience. It was a simple show about everyday life.

"I wish things were like that," Donald mumbled to himself half asleep.

Vincent barely understood what Donald said, because Donald's voice prevented himself from speaking like others. But Vincent understood enough to nod. "Same," Vincent admitted. He only half admitted he wanted life to be simple. The other side of himself actually enjoyed the the call to adventure, the fighting, the exploring, and the knowledge that came with it. Recently he's even felt less burdened by his own power, instead that regret was towards all the enemies he has made.

"Donald?", Mrs. Beakley spoke up as she headed past the living room.

Donald turned off the T.V. as he got up and headed out.

"What's his problem?", Mrs. Beakley wondered.

"He's been feeling down about all the danger we're in, I assume anyways," Vincent explained. "How's your shoulder?"

"I told you before, the Moon Soldiers barely grazed me," Mrs. Beakley explained. "I was already healed by the next morning. It was a good thing to, because I had to fire Launchpad at the enemy's ship."

"W-what?"

"Nevermind, why aren't you in bed?", Mrs. Beakley questioned.

"I'm an early bird," Vincent lied. He tried to force himself to stare into Beakley's eyes when saying that so he wouldn't give himself away, but that only made it worse.

"Actually you prefer late night reading if I'm not mistake," Mrs. Beakley figured. "Usually you don't wake up until much later in the morning. What's going on with you young man?"

"Nothing's going on," Vincent shook his head. "I'm switching it up. I'll studying both late and early. Until I get my foes off my back, there isn't much time for rest."

"That's twice you've lied to me Vincent," Mrs. Beakley shook her head. "I won't push you any further, but I do advise you be more open and honest."

"That was the second time," Vincent mumbled.

"Yes, you lied twice," Mrs. Beakley repeated.

"I meant, getting shot," Vincent remembered. "Mr. Elite shot you once when you rescued me from their lair. How are you able to shrug it off?"

"I've been trained to endure pain," Mrs. Beakley shrugged. "I've been trained to ensure even if I take damage it will not be in my most vital areas. Is that what's been keeping you up?"

"No its just.. I never properly thanked you," Vincent admitted. "For taking that first bullet for me. You've been as amazing as Webby's stories had always depicted you."

"Oh stop," Mrs. Beakley smiled. "You'll make me blush. Now come on, if you aren't getting rest I could use your help preparing breakfast."

"Yes Ma'am," Vincent nodded.

It was another day at the McDuck manor. At least Vincent thought so as he was preparing coffee, tea, and juices for the Duck Family. Vincent was wearing his usual white button down shirt with black bow tie and black vest, as most waiters do.

Vincent turns his head and as he does the audience cheers.

Huey stumbled into the kitchen with a worried look on his face. "Vincent, do you know what's happening here?"

"I'm making you guys drinks?", Vincent responded, surprised by the younger duck's outburst.

"No, something is wrong here," Huey panicked. "There's these voices, they won't stop laughing!"

Vincent's eyes darted left and right. Then he took the juice cup that had Huey's name on it, dumped it into the sink and then filled the glass with water. "Sugars the last thing you right now.

Audience laughs at Vincent's comment.

"This is serious," Huey yelled at him.

"I know, its a good source of energy," Vincent nodded. "But you've got a little too much energy going on."

Audience laughs again as Vincent heads to Huey with the glass of water.

"I don't need that," Huey yelled as he swatted it out of Vincent's hand. "I didn't mean to do that."

"Hey calm down kid," Vincent smiled. "You know there's no crying over spilled... water... wait a minute."

Audience laughs again, even harder.

"Why won't it stop?", Huey screams as he leaves the kitchen.

"What's his problem?", Vincent asked Donald and Dewey who both had matching Mohawks. "Ok, you two have your own things going on... I'm just gonna go."

Audience cheers as Vincent exits the kitchen.

Vincent couldn't really find anyone, but he did here Launchpad's band playing in the garage and decided to take the drinks to them instead. As he entered four of the Duck family members fell through the ceiling, and the rest of them entered from the same door as he did. "Oh, convenient," Vincent admiited. "Why's he tied up?" Vincent pointed at a man in a brown jacket and hat, similar to how Vincent dressed... wait a minute why did he think he dressed like that?

"What in the blazes," Mrs. Beakley pointed out as she Dewey and Webby ran in.

"What did you do?", Webby growled at the tied up man.

"Oh no," Donald responded, a lot clearer then usual. "The office, the outfits, the glint on the buttons. The photos ruined."

"Forget the Photo, we're trapped in a t.v show," Della yelled.

"First we get an audition, and now we get a t.v show?", Launchpad questioned. "Wow, your good." He was speaking to the tied up man as well.

"I've missed a great section of what's going on here," Vincent figured.

"I wasn't sure how to work your character in," the tied up man admitted.

The Audience laughs again

"Guys this is nuts," Huey groaned. "Shouldn't we be on an adventure or something?"

"Well getting the lid off that peanut butter was an adventure," Donald responded nervously.

"I think the lad is right," Scrooge pointed out. "We should be out adventuring?"

"We need to figure out what happened before this morning," Louie figured.

"Easy," Donald waved it away. "Louie broke Della's favorite vase and learned an important lesson about honesty."

Audience laughs

"I'm not talking about what happened last episode, I'm talking about what happened here in the first place," Huey sighed.

"If only I could remember," Dewey rubbed under his beak.

The screen begins to fade and shimmer, causing everyone to freak out.

"Wait that's it," Huey realized. "We need a flashback. Everybody slightly tilt your heads to the left and start stroking your chins."

"Ok guys, we should really get back to the plot... photo!", Donald tried to change the subject.

Everyone did as Huey asked and the screen once again begun to fade into smoke and shimmer.

Flashback

They remembered they were in a cave sitting on a pile of treasure. They were looking for the lost genie lamp of Collie Baba.

"How many lamps did this jerk have?", Louie wondered.

"I know right," Vincent groaned as he blasted a few scorpions away. "Madame Aurora had two back at Artifact I'm pretty sure."

Donald was muttering something to himself as well, as he was huddled in a corner rocking back and forth. Suddenly a genie appeared, agreeing to grant Donald's wish, whatever it was.

End of Flashback

"Donald," they all simultaneously called out.

"Ah phoey," Donald groaned.

"Curse me kilts," Scrooge sighed.

"Back on the moon," Della begun.

"That's how he Dewey's it," Dewey announced.

"I'm not a spy," Mrs. Beakley assured.

"Oh boy," Louie groaned.

"I'm just gonna go," Vincent decided.

"Everyone stop catch phrasing," Huey yelled.

"Wait, is I'm not a spy really my catchphrase?", Mrs. Beakley complained.

"Uncle Donald, you wished for this?", Louie questioned.

"I wished for this five times a day," Donald argued. "How was I supposed to know this time, there would be a lamp under me!"

Everyone stands awkwardly as the audience laughs some more.

"Wait," Webby realized. "That genie from the flashback looked awfully familiar."

The group turns to see the tied up man trying to hop out of the garage.

"Hey, where do you think your going photographer?", Webby accused. "Or should I say spy, or should I say genie!"

"Ok, ok," the tied up man sighed. "You got me, shaboey. The name's Gene!" The genie revealed himself with big neon lights.

"Your the guy from the pep commercial," Huey realized.

"I'm still lost," Vincent groaned.

"How many secrets does this guy have?", Launchpad wondered.

"Send us home now buddy," Della yelled.

"This is all just a wacky mix up," Gene explained. "Which makes for good T.V, am I right?"

Scrooge grabs him next.

"Sorry, I can't help you," Gene apologized as Scrooge growled at him. "Only the lamps master can do that, he's got two wishes left you know."

Everyone turns back to Donald, as the audience laughs again.

"This is hell," Vincent realized.

"Now you get it," Huey rolled his eyes at Vincent. He then turns to Donald. "You've been able to wish us out this whole time?"

"Come on, it's not so bad here, is it?", Donald rubbed his shoulder. "Silly problems, comforting music, and everything gets resolved nicely in the end. Without no one getting hurt, or captured, or lost."

Vincent did remember that earlier that morning he did agree with Donald that life would be better this way. But he only half thought that, and now that he could hear a live audience constantly mocking him, his feelings towards that completely flopped.

"But that's not who we are," Huey pointed out. "We go on adventures, travel the world, defy danger. That's what makes us, us."

"You know what, maybe we should be more normal," Donald yelled. "If you want out, fine. I'll be in Scrooge's office, getting ready for our normal family photo."

"If Donald doesn't wish us out, how long will we be stuck in here?", Mrs. Beakley wondered.

Vincent looked back at the live studio audience as Gene explained their situation. Vincent had read up on Genie lamps the previous night in his book on ancient artifacts and had learned that a wish is like a living entity. It will do whatever it takes to keep itself alive.

"It's not so bad guys," Dewey assured. "We get to stay here where I'm a star and everyone thinks I'm hilarious. Shadewey!"

"Dewey this place is horrifying," Huey argued. "We have to find the lamp and wish ourselves out of this nightmare."

"Um," Vincent was about to retort before the people in the audience started booing. "It's not that simple." The freakish audience begun to leave their seats and head towards the Duck family.

Everyone screamed at that sight and begun to run.

"Careful the wish won't make it easy," Gene called after them.

As they were chased Vincent remembered that he could shoot beams from his hands now. He turned around and aimed his palms, but nothing came out.

"You don't have powers here," Gene reminded him. "You just serve drinks!"

"Oh come on," Vincent yelled back at him.

"I didn't know what to do with your character!", Gene explained as Vincent ran. "You were supposed to be a normal family."

"You let Mrs. Beakley be a spy!"

"I'm not a sp... never mind," Mrs. Beakley responded, annoyed that, that was her catchphrase.

The group managed to escape towards the living room of the manor which was completely distorted. The flesh faced monsters were crawling out of floor boards and attacking them from all sides. Vincent used his training from Webby to at least fight them in hand to hand combat. Meanwhile Launchpad had three girls attacking him that were a part of his future episode story line. Louie was attacked by his pet snake that got lost and Huey was being attacked by tiny versions of Johnny and Randy. Scrooge managed to save Huey, Webby managed to save Louie from his snake before he and Dewey hid under a table. Vincent assisted Launchpad by kicking away a few more audience members. Donald then came back into the living room and he looked pissed.

"That's my family!" Donald then charged and everyone cheered for him.

Launchpad then found his saxaphone and hit away another audience member with it. There was a ton of chaos until the duck family was backed towards the center of the room standing in a circle.

"Let's get quacking," Donald mused.

Everyone then started punching and kicking audience members, as the flesh faced freaks kept charging.

Goofy took a picture of Donald during the chaos, but had the flash on irritating him. "Whoops sorry."

Donald looked up surprised. "Huh, the lamp."

"A lamp on a lamp, how you going to get that down."

"I can't blast it down," Vincent admitted. As he stated this, an audience member struck goofy with her claws causing him to yelp and fly in the air. "But I won't need to."

The lamp then fell down into Donalds hands. "I wish to undo my last wish," Donald called out.

"Your wish is my command," Gene assured. "Shaboey!"

"We have our work cut out for us," the robed man admitted as he rubbed the sides of his eyes. "Now there's a photo of Vincent fighting along side with the Duck family on a mission he wasn't even supposed to be a part of!"

"I'm going to make my move soon," the robed girl stated. "I promise."

"It's going to be too late," the robe man yelled as he pointed towards a projected image of Donald's fridge. Vincent was next to Webby in the photo as Webby landed an uppercut on one of the flesh faced audience members. "Vincent's now a part of the genie mission. Please intervene before he winds up on another one!"

"I will," the girl explained. "I couldn't interfere when a genie was involved, the damages on the Path of Order would have been catastrophic."

"You would know all about messing with genie wishes," the robed man growled at her before heading away.

She turned back to the photo and looked at Vincent standing next to Webby. "I won't be replaced Vinney, I promise."