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The houseboat rocked back and forth on the rough sea waves. Everything that wasn’t tied or bolted down was rolling back and forth, making it difficult for Huey to focus. He was tied to a chair with his life vest on while Donald tried to keep everything on the boat. Huey was attempting to do his homework, even though he could hardly understand what the teacher was talking about.
Most of the class, Mrs. Quillhaden had been talking about some new exotic fish she was thinking of buying. None of the kids were really paying attention, and whenever Huey tried to get them back on track by asking the teacher the problem he was currently stuck on, the entire class threw papers at him.
Now he was really regretting even reminding Mrs. Quillhaden that they were supposed to have homework. Not only does most of his class probably hate him now, He didn’t even know how to do any of these problems! He figured his teacher was supposed to teach the class about it today instead of where the gills were on a humuhumunukunukuāpua'a.
Whatever the case, he needed help. He tried the safe option first, calling out to his dad in hopes that he would hear him. Of course, that was a no-go, Donald was probably busy trying to tie down the ship and make sure nothing fell over the edge. Huey grumbled quietly in his makeshift safety seat, bringing his hands behind his back and untying the knot that Donald had made to keep him in his seat. He grabbed his homework, walking to the door still with his life vest on.
He carefully opened the front door. It was raining slightly hard, and the surface of the deck was all wet. He peeked his head out, looking around with narrowed eyes for his dad. Eventually, his gaze landed on the unlucky duck fighting a rope that was flailing around erratically. Huey couldn’t help the small giggle he let out as he saw his dad was, in fact, losing the fight. He brought his head back inside, grabbing his raincoat before starting to walk out, protecting his homework as best as he could.
“Dad? Do you need some help?” Huey asked softly, and Donald looked over at Huey with a bit of a surprised expression before shaking his head with a small grin.
“Nope! All good here, Hue..go back inside before-” Donald started slightly before the rope thrashed more harshly, slapping Donald against the face. Donald grunted before snarling, rolling up his sleeves and clenching his fists.
“Why you no good-!!” Donald started before trailing off in a yell, gripping the rope tightly and yanking it harshly back. The houseboat suddenly stopped, making Huey and Donald fall back slightly. The rocking became less intense and Donald let out a soft sigh of relief before getting back up and quickly tying the rope. He wiped his brow softly as he finished, turning back to Huey and quickly helping him back up, holding his hand and leading Huey back inside.
“See! We’re all good” Donald said with a soft smile and Huey returned it with a hum. “What were you doing out there? I told you to wait inside.” Donald scolded softly and Huey nodded.
“I know, Dad.. But I needed some help on my homework” Huey replied softly and Donald sighed softly.
“Alright…” Donald started, sitting at the coffee table with Huey. “What’s complicated?” Donald asked with a soft hum. Huey pulled out a pencil, marking down the problems he was having trouble with… which was almost all of them.
“Mrs. Quillhaden didn’t teach us a lot..” Huey muttered softly and Donald grumbled quietly under his breath. Huey’s teacher was not a very good teacher.
“That woman can’t teach for sh-” Donald cut himself off as he saw his 8-year-old nephew’s expectant expression. Donald bit the inside of his cheek before correcting himself.
“She’s not a very good teacher, is she?” Donald decided on with a small playful smile. Huey chuckled softly before shaking his head softly.
“Not at all! Most of the kids in my class don’t even know the difference between multiplication and addition! It really shows what kind of class she’s…” Huey continued ranting about Mrs. Quillhaden, and Donald listened for the most part, but the more he watched his nephew grow up, the more he wondered.
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“I wonder what the other two would look like now.”
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Turbo walked along the dusty ground, picking up different scraps of metal and rocks that he found cool. He inspected each one carefully, making sure there were no little creatures in any of the holes. He smiled slightly as he held yet another rock in his arms. He had a whole pile at this point and was determined to keep collecting until one of them fell and made a mini dust-splosion. He sighed quietly to himself, picking the rock back up and deciding that he should probably head back. He hummed his mom’s song quietly to himself as he walked to a familiar crater, a shiny red point sticking out of the side of it. He slid into the crater, holding the rocks and scraps tightly as he reached the bottom. He looked up at the intimidating red rocket ship he’d called home since he was hatched, tilting his head slightly as he realized somebody was missing.
“Turbo, Baby!! Over here!!” He heard from the side of the ship, looking over and seeing his mom standing next to an almost-complete leg of the ship. Turbo grinned, rushing over to his mom.
“Hey, Mom! Look what I got!” Turbo exclaimed excitedly, holding up his arms to show off his collection. Della grinned down at him, setting her tool aside.
“Heck ya! What did you get today??” Della said with the same level of excitement, kneeling to be eye level with her star-clad son. Turbo set the rocks down in a row with a hum, arranging them from least to most interesting. He handed the metal scraps to his mom, knowing she would find them handy.
“Some basic moon rocks, some sparkly ones, and a bunch of metal!” Turbo replied with a grin and Della smiled proudly, ruffling Turbo’s hair.
“That’s my boy!! Go and grab a wrench for mama, huh?” Della asked softly, smiling sweetly at Turbo. He blinked a bit before nodding with a small grin, giving Della a salute which she returned. He giggled softly before rushing off to the entrance of his home, humming as he entered the small-ish room where he was raised.
He grabbed the toolbox and started scavenging through it, tilting his head in concentration before pulling out a wrench with a small ‘aha!’. He murmured his mom’s song under his breath as he started walking back to the entrance, but stopped once something caught his eye.
In the corner of the ship, a small makeshift bed was made, surrounded by old toys and an ‘emergency stash of Oxy-Chew’. Above it, a small photo was hung, three adults, including his mom, had their arms around three eggs, all bundled up in a blanket. Turbo frowned softly, walking over to the ‘Family Room’ as his mom called it and gently taking the photo. He smiled softly down at it, tracing the eggs in the photo with his finger and humming quietly.
“I wonder what you guys are like…probably just as awesome as me, right?” Turbo muttered quietly to himself. He’d never met them, of course.. His mom only had enough time to get one of the eggs into her ship. Jet and Rebel, his brothers on earth…He couldn’t wait to meet them!
“Turbo!! Where’s that wrench, sweetheart??” He heard his mom call. He quickly put the photo back up, giving it one last smile before rushing out of the ship.
“Sorry, mom!!” Turbo called out, jumping from the entrance of the ship over to his mom. He saw his mom sigh softly in relief before playfully ruffling his hair again.
“What’d I say about jumping out of the ship, you rascal??” Della said playfully and Turbo laughed softly.
“What?? I’m fine!” Turbo retorted softly. He wasn’t sure why his mom was so worried. I mean, it’s not like he could get hurt jumping from the ship. Maybe a few scrapes if he landed wrong, but he always floated down alright. Besides that, he watched as his mom used the wrench to tighten up some bolts. He stood by awkwardly before he spoke up.
“Hey, Mom..?” Turbo started softly, looking up at his mom. Della paused her work, looking back at Turbo with a small smile.
“Ya, Baby?” Della responded softly, tilting her head softly, which almost made her goggles fall off. Turbo rocked on his feet a bit before taking a deep breath.
“Can you tell the story again? About what our family will be like when we get home?” Turbo asked softly, and Della blinked a bit before her expression softened and a sweet smile crossed her face. She set her tools down, turning to Turbo and gently scooping him up in her arms.
“‘Course I can, sweetie..” Della responded softly, gently spinning Turbo in her arms. “Let’s go back inside. I’ll try and find some more dehydrated hot chocolate.” Della said sweetly, and Turbo grinned before hugging his mom tightly.
“Okay, Mama” Turbo said softly as Della started walking back up the ramp and into the ship again. In the distance, the Earth loomed over the horizon, peeking at the small, unfinished family with a mournful gaze.
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The halls of the mansion stretched long, and all was quiet…save for the pair of children laughing and chasing each other down them. Louie zigzagged across the carpet, trying to outrun his sister, who was hot on his tail. Webby bounced off the walls, gaining boosts from them that helped her catch up to Louie. Louie glanced behind him, noticing how quick Webby was behind him and smirked. He looked back ahead of him, noticing a hallway connecting them to the one they were in. He grinned, making a sharp turn into it, sliding slightly before regaining traction. Webby laughed behind him, determined to catch up again.
“Missed me!!” Louie called behind him and he heard Webby snarl, even more determined to catch up to her brother. He grinned like he always did when he was scheming, speeding up until he reached the end of the hallway. He smirked, turning around to see Webby coming at him full force. He stuck his tongue out at her before she lunged at him. Louie grinned wider before he stepped to the side, making Webby go past him and right into a hurried pillow trap.
“Ha! You fall for that every time!” Louie teased softly, walking over to Webby with a giggle. Webby made a small hmph, but the smile on her face portrayed her pseudo-annoyance.
“I’ll get you next time!!” Webby exclaimed as Louie helped her up, dusting off her overalls and fixing her bow.
“Sure you will” Louie teased softly and Webby grinned before tackling Louie in a wrestle/hug. The kids laughed with each other until two strong hands picked them both up. The ducklings blinked a bit before looking up and seeing their granny. Webby and Louie looked at each other with a wince before Beakley spoke up.
“Webbigail, Lewellyn. What did I tell you two about making a mess in Mr. McDuck's manor?” Beakley scolded gently, still holding the two children up. Louie crossed his arms softly and Webby looked down with a guilty expression.
“That Mr. McDuck is busy enough without having to deal with a mess” Webby and Louie replied, Beakley nodded at that and set the pair down.
“Good, glad to see you two remember. Mr. McDuck is a very busy man…So why don’t you two clean up this mess and head back to your room? I’ll come get you at dinner time.” Beakley said softly, kissing Webby’s forehead gently and gently patting Louie’s head. Webby and Louie both nodded and Beakley smiled gently down at the two before heading off. Louie watched as she walked off, making a small scoff once she was out of earshot.
“It’s not fair! We don’t get to do anything!” Louie huffed, kicking a pillow softly and making stray feathers puff up into the air. Webby watched them gracefully float up for a moment before she turned back to her brother.
“Hey! We can always have fun in our room! And, besides that, we can do more research on your family! Try and figure out where you’re from and such” Webby said with a small grin and Louie let out a soft sigh, collapsing onto the soft pillows and blankets he used for his trap.
“Whats the point? It’s not like that would miraculously make them want me again.” Louie grumbled, turning to lay on his side. Webby frowned softly, walking next to him and sitting criss-cross in front of him.
“Hey, we’re not 100% on whether or not they abandoned you yet! Remember our other theory? Where they dropped you off here because Mr. McDuck is rich?” Webby said hopefully, trying to cheer her brother up. Louie looked up at Webby, his angsty facade falling at the hopeful look on her face. Now he was just frowning. He sat up softly, leaning against Webby with a grumble.
“Even if that’s the case..They still left me here. Mr. McDuck hardly ever talks to me, I doubt he even remembers my name” Louie said, rolling his eyes softly. Webby frowned more before standing up with a grin. Louie raised an eyebrow at her, but before he could even ask what she was planning, Webby was running off.
“Wh-Hey!! Webby!!” Louie cried out after her before harumphing and getting up himself. He hurriedly picked up the remnants of the makeshift trap before hurrying after his sister.
“Webby!! Wait up!!”