A Rewritten Family History

So welcome to our last hiatus ever... while the writing was written boldly on the walls since the majority of Disney Channel shows especially of the animated variety only have three seasons and nothing was said about a fourth by the time 3B aired I was honestly taking the radio silence with a cautious optimism in the hopes that come Disney+ investors day it would of been announced that a fourth and final season would be direct to streaming to give the reboot the same 100 episode count as the original... sadly no such luck... now to hope that at least one of the two proposed Epcot attractions survive all the Covid necessitated cuts and/or Frank & Matt do get to play in this sandbox again for some one off Disney+ specials down the line...

I am around the halfway point for this fic and I really hope my muse doesn't loose steam between now and the back six...

Your favorites and reviews are food to the muse so thanks in advance

also this chapter was such a blast to write especially the Louie/Huey dynamic

Louie had been enjoying his moment of solitude...soaking up the sun...skimming through the magazines he'd packed with him...and not having to deal with his family's brand of fun.

Letting out a sigh he wondered if his parents thought him as a black sheep not having the same wanderlust as Webby did when adventure was concerned.

September 2018:

Louie definitely preferred the business side of his family legacy and at eleven he had a good grasp of the goings on. On that particular fall afternoon he'd been making his way toward the bin for a visit when he spotted a familiar pink haired figure standing near the building as he approached.

"Lena..." he said as he ran his hand through his hair with a nervous smile.

"Afternoon Pennybags," she replied with a smirk back, "so...is it take your son to work day?"

"That was back in April," he spoke wondering how much of a nerd he sounded like in knowing the month of such an insignificant holiday, " I'm surprised you're not with Webby by the way."

"Pink and I aren't joined at the hip," Lena responded almost defensively, "that being said, I decided to take a stroll and found myself in front of the bin, it's quite impressive."

Louie nodded thinking that if it wasn't his family legacy the building could look quite intimidating.

"You want to come in and I can give you a tour? That is if you're not busy."

Sure, he was just a kid but his parents and Beakley had thought he and his brothers were mature for their ages and while he doubted he'd even begin thinking about actual relationships and dating for another couple years it did no harm to turn up the charm where the girl was concerned.

"Are you allowed to bring strangers into Scrooge's inner sanctum?"

"You're not a stranger, you are a friend and besides the highly top secret corners of the place I'm locked out from….you'd think dad being one of the oldest ducks in the world his passwords for everything would be 1234 but they aren't."

Lena let out a chuckle while unbeknownst at the time to Louie she had been taking his invitation as a means to further the mission that Magica had put her on.

He had lost track of how long he'd been lying out on the balcony but in the moment he began to feel his stomach grumbling.

"What time was it anyway," he wondered to himself as he placed his button up back on over his tank, wincing at the slight sunburn he had acquired from his sunbathing.

Letting his eyes wander around the room he let out a slight sigh at the lack of a room service menu or mini bar.

'Looks like I'll have to go exploring," he said once more to himself as he pocketed the key and made his way back down toward the lobby area in the hopes that the resort had some kind of restaurant or snack bar or a recommendation of a good spot to order pizza.

Once he made his way down towards the pool area however Louie couldn't help but raise his brow a bit at the scene. There stood Huey standing on one side of the pool doing whatever science-y thing he had been doing meanwhile on the other side of the pool was a line of senior citizens grabbing food from a buffet.

"Did I miss something while I was in the room?" he asked, forgetting for the moment about his empty stomach as he sat in a lounge chair beside his cousin.

Huey simply shrugged as Louie pointed to the older guests.

"It's a common stereotype that old people are early birds when it comes to dinner," the red clad duck said matter of factly.

"And the younger guests?"

"Probably having some beach blanket blowout with surfing and limbo contests….oh and a bonfire."

Louie watched as Huey let out a slight sigh as he began to ramble . The boy had clearly been a fan of those classic beach party movies of the 1960s and it showed.

"Anyway, I take it the rest of the family isn't back yet?"

"Not that I'm aware of, then again I've been preoccupied with the fact that today is the ONE day in June that Florida has declared a dry spell."

"I can fix that."

With a smirk, Louie got off the chair and made his way toward the vacant pool stopping to pick up a small pail along the way. Scooping up some water from the pool he proceeded to dump it on Huey's head.

"Hey, that's not funny," Huey said with a strange cadence to his vocal chords as he began to dry off with a nearby towel.

"Let me make it up to you by ordering Pizza? I don't think the mashed potatoes and prune juice they are serving at the buffet is even edible and I don't see any other food options on the….premises"

Louie let his voice trail off as he watched as Huey placed his towel down at least he assumed it was Huey as where his twelve year old cousin slash triplet once was now stood a boy of if he had to guess eighteen . He was tall but definitely not lanky judging from the way that his red polo hugged his muscular yet toned upper body. If this was indeed a glimpse of the future then all those hours outdoors orienteering definitely did the boys body good.

"What are you staring at?" Huey asked, grabbing his throat, "Why do I sound like this and why do you seem so much shorter than me?"

"Turn your phone to selfie mode."

Louie watched as the other boy did as instructed and continued to watch as his beak curled in shock.

"LLEWELLYN MCDUCK WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!"

"I didn't do anything to you man, at least I don't think I did…"

Once more his voice began to trail off a bit as his eyes began to gaze around their surroundings… the lack of coeds splashing about, the sudden influx of senior citizens, the pail of pool water lying on the ground.

He took a few deep breaths trying not to panic as he tried making sense as to what was going on. While the rest of his family was on the quest for the fountain of youth was the pool some kind of reverse fountain?

"I think it's the pool," Louie said, not realizing the manager had been standing behind him within a distance enough to eavesdrop.

"The pool?"

"You should totally toss a pail of water over my head to test this hypothesis."

Louie had hoped talking in science terms would engage the other boys' impulses after all if he were eighteen he could take possession of all his stocks and gloat to Doofus about his self earned assets.

"I don't think that is a good idea."

"But I want to be older."

In that moment Louie felt a paw clasp his shoulder. Looking back he had seen the manager of the establishment giving him a glare and did he look a bit younger?

"I think that can be arranged," the Lion spoke in a devious tone, his motives soon clicking in the boy's head. Oh my god, he was totally sucking the literal lives out of his patrons to gain their youth wasn't he?

The Lion began to take a few steps toward the pool when suddenly the frantic footsteps of a few people arrived.

"Unhand him you lecherous lout." Scrooge spoke calling the two boys to glare at the young man.

"Dad?" Louie asked as the young man nodded his head causing him to blink in disbelief before turning toward where a young blonde woman was standing between Dewey and Webby. He had heard Glittering Goldie was a looker in her prime and seeing her younger visage in person blew all the stories he heard out of the water.

"Huey?" Webby asked as the red clad teen nodded.

"Crazy huh?"

"I'd say yes but my parents being barely legal to drink overshadows your accelerated puberty."

"ENOUGH!" The Lion said clearly unimpressed with the little family reunion especially one that had seemed to have blown his operation out of the water. He had taken a few more steps toward the ledge of the pool.

"Youth really is wasted on the young ain't it?" He spoke just before pushing Louie into the pool. A bucket of this water poured over Huey's head had aged him six years and the college students who had been splashing about earlier had aged sixty...he knew his fate would be the latter as his whole life and all its lost potential began to flash before his eyes. He had planned to pass the High School equivalency exam by seventeen, get a degree in business and become CEO of McDuck Enterprises by twenty one, join the billionaires club by thirty but alas time was literally slipping away. He was too lost in the moment thinking his fate had been sealed that he didn't hear the splash that had soon followed or notice another pair of hands trying to wrestle him away from his captor...in fact things just went black.

He hadn't known how much time had passed when his eyes soon fluttered open and he found himself lying on a lounge chair. Reaching up he felt his face letting out a sigh of relief.

"I'm not wrinkly," he said, his voice not weathered with age as he feared.

"Oh you were," Webby said, sitting by her brother's feet, "you were at least in your 70s..Dewey took pictures for posterity."

"But how am I…"

"Twelve again? Mom borrowed some water from the manager's office… turns out he wasn't just a descendant of DeLeon but was ACTUALLY him! He was using the enchanted water of the pool to suck the youth of his guests and then filter it into water to keep him young."

"And Huey...the others?"

"Back to normal too… though there is a complication."

"DeLeon?"

"He stayed in the water too long and shriveled up into dust."

Louie was about to comment about how messed up that sounded when he spotted just what the complication was.

There sat his parents...his father still a strapping young man in his twenties while his mother looked like an old woman as while now in her 80s she was still decades younger then she was at start she was without the hair color and injections she'd been accustomed to using to preserve her girlish looks.

"We can make this work."

"How Scroogie, there isn't enough water to make me young again and I look like I could be your grandmother heck your great grandmother definitely not your wife."

Listening to his parents exchange an idea began to form in the boys head as he began to see an angle that his parents clearly didn't.

"You could always meet in the middle? Dad gives up 30 years of his new youthful life to mom… you both end up in your 50's which is over half a century shaved off from where you started."

Scrooge and Goldie looked from their son to one another and couldn't help but smile.