"Hue, come on, just look at him." Dewey followed his brother as he stormed to the front of the RV. He shook wallet-sized photograph between his fingers.

"I knew it!" Huey plopped into the passenger seat, crossing his arms and turning away from them."I've had enough of this. Webby, pull over."

"Pull over? You can't seriously expect us to leave your dad on the side of the road." Webby looked up at Dewey for help. He just shook his head.

"It's either him or me. One of us is getting out of this vehicle." Huey curled in on himself in the seat, his hands clenching at his knees.

Dewey closed his eyes for a moment.Never thought I'd say this but where's Louie when you need him? He could talk Huey down from his metaphorical "ledge."He opened his eyes to Webby's watery, pleading ones and sighed.Aw man, she heard everything from in there, didn't she? Dad's explanation to Huey's outburst.Dewey grabbed his brother by the shoulders and forced him to turn around. "Stop being selfish and look at us, will you?"

Huey bent his body towards them. He must have seen Webby's face because his beak turned pale and his eyes softened. "Webbs-"

Dewey cut him off. "Philbert is just as in danger of getting hurt as Louie is, if not more. You know what Gus is like… and he's just a kid!" He held up the picture of little Philbert in his yellow hat making a goofy face at the camera.

Huey grunted, rubbing his temples. "Cosmo can find him on his own. He doesn't have to use us to get his kid back."

Dewey heaved an enormous sigh and squatted down so that he could be eye level with him. "Despite it all, you heard him, Philbert is our brother too. We have to get them both back and we have to do it together. You can stay up here for the rest of the trip. I'll handle talking to Dad. But you promised me we were in this together and I'm holding you to it, Hue. We're going to get our brothers back."

Huey's jaw clenched. "He isnotour brother."

Dewey raised his eyebrow and took another glance at the picture.Not our brother? With that adorable, roguish twinkle in his eye?He smirked. "You're joking, right? I mean, you've gotta be kidding. Look at this kid! It's like looking at a picture of me when I was little! Goofy, fun-loving, clever, and clearly the handsomest squirt on the planet,aside from me, of course. How can he not be our brother? He's a spitting image!"

Huey snatched the picture out of his hand and pushed it against his beak. "That's because he's your clone!" He yelled loud enough that his voice bounced around the vehicle. His eyes flamed red and his breath filled his chest like it was fueling a fire.

"Oooookaaaaay then." Dewey swallowed hard and slowly tugged the picture away from him. "Smells an awful lot like Duke-spirit up in here, hothead."

Shooting him a glare for that last statement, Huey slowly melted back into the seat, his breath still rolling and cashing in his chest. "For all we know he could be my clone or Louie's. Cosmo doesn't even know who the DNA came from! But it didn't really matter to him at the time, now did it?" His arms fell limp at his sides and his voice grew faint. "His only goal was to make a replacement son because was too afraid to come home to the real ones."

Dewey could feel Webby's tremble through the chair. He put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from exploding. Taking one peek through the curtain divider, he spotted Cosmo with his back to them and his head bowed over the table.Aw, phooey. He's not called the Duke of Making a Mess for nothing.He turned back to Huey. "Listen, I hate that you're making me be the reasonable one here, but you're being a big jerk. Sure, it's a bad deal. It's also a little weird that he made a clone out of us." He rubbed his chin, smiling to himself slightly.I wonder if there's a way to find out which of us he got the DNA from to make him. Would that make him like my son? Nephew? Cousin? Brother? How does that work? And Philbert… why did he pick that name out of all the names in the universe? I mean, at least he didn't name him Turbo 2.0. That would have been crazy!

"A little weird? It's insanity, Dewey! You can't possibly be okay with this."

Right, right, right. Back to reality.He leaned against Webby's chair. "I don't know. I think it's kinda dope. I've always wanted a little brother. We could teach him things, take him to sports games, get ice cream together…"

"All the things we have each other for."

"But we're triplets. We're the same exact age. It's not the same." Dewey crossed his arms. "Besides! It's a brand new adventure. It could bring us all together even more."

"Or tear us apart. Don't you get it? He's our replacement. He was made because Dad was too much of a coward to come and have a relationship with us himself." Huey rolled his eyes and took a breath. "I get it, Dew," his voice softened, "You want to think the best of him and you want a chance with him… but look at the facts. He didn't care enough then, so why now?"

Dewey moved to sit down on the floor against the console. He rested his arms on his knees and stared at the picture of Philbert. "You wanted to know why I asked Dad about our names?-Why that was the only question I had?"

Huey's eyes lost more of their red flame as he stared in the following silence.

Dewey shrugged. "Like you, I needed to know how much he cared. The fact that he remembered, not just our current names but the ones heandMom picked out together… that was all I needed. I understand if you need validation because, I see your pain, you and Uncle D both put in the work and took his place in my life and Louie's. But, me? I don't need anything else from him right now." His shoulders relaxed. "Sure, he has a lot of mistakes on his rap sheet, but I'm willing to give him the benefit of a doubt. If he wants to try to fix things, why not let him?"

Huey didn't move a muscle. He just took slow, deep breaths with his gaze set straight ahead.

Dewey ran his hand through his hair, smirking.He never runs out of things to say or facts to spew. I guess that's a good thing?After hoisting himself up, he patted his brother on the shoulder. "I'm going to keep him company. Hate him all you want. It's not going to change the fact that we're stuck together and you have a promise to keep."

As he left the cockpit, he heard Webby speak up. "So, not a fan clones, are you?"

He smirked.Not that I love my brother being in pain or anything buuuuuuuut it's kinda rewarding to hear him on the other side of a lecture for once. Aaaaand he kinda deserves it. You can't be anti-clone with the literal clone of your great uncle driving the bus.