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stargaze-sunflower · 3 years

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✨Huey and Louie Bonding✨

Summary: Huey and Louie have a late night talk about mixed emotions, unasked questions, and Della Duck.

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Louie had never found it easy to go to sleep the night after an adventure. Sure, he liked to nap on the plane after some of their less intense outings, when he felt comfortable enough and everyone was relatively safe. But actually sleeping, at night, in a bed, was practically impossible. Well, for Louie, at least. He seemed to have the most consistent trouble, although they all had their bad days.

Tonight though, he would classify what he was experiencing as more than just ‘trouble’. He hadn’t slept for days, beyond accidental dozing in between hours of emotional turmoil, and even then he’d been regularly woken by nightmares. It wasn’t fun, but nothing had been, recently, and he got the feeling that it would stay that way for a long while.

He tried not to think about it too much.

Three days ago, Louie had almost ripped apart time and space with his own stupid decisions, because the angles he’d been looking for had been skewed by his emotions. Because he’d been looking for an easy way out. Because of his schemes.

(“Your little scheme to bypass the present almost cost us our future.”)

Louie failed to hold back his wince at the memory of the harsh words, his breath hitching as he pulled his hands out from under his blanket to cover his face in frustration. He huffed quietly, restraining himself from the usual groan and/or grumble because as far as he knew, his brothers were fast asleep above him, and the last thing he needed was more accusations and blame.

Even if he deserved it. Even if he kind of wanted physical proof that they were still there, that he hadn’t erased them for good like his nightmares had been trying to convince him he did.

It had scared him badly, what had happened during the Timephoon. The whole thing had been replaying in his head since the moment he’d been sent to his room with nothing to do but worry and think. He’d had to watch his entire family disappear into thin air—

(“I watched your brothers blink out of existence because you wanted a shortcut to riches.”)

—and then he’d been sent to his room immediately after. He’d been terrified, and then he’d been yelled at, and then he’d been alone. It hadn’t exactly made for a happy night of peaceful sleep, Louie could tell you that much.

Huey and Dewey had come back late, when Louie had already been pretending to sleep in an effort to trick his mind into actually doing it, and they hadn’t tried to ‘wake him’. They’d just crawled right into bed and drifted off with considerably less issue than Louie was currently having. Although to be fair, they’d probably been exhausted from whatever had happened to them when they’d been in the past. He would ask, but he was afraid they’d chew him out for it, and if blame hurt coming from Della, then it would definitely hurt coming from his brothers.

Louie had laid stiffly in his own bed that night for about an hour before he’d finally given in and climbed up to check on Huey and Dewey. He hadn’t tried to wake them – actively avoided it, in fact – but he had alternated between sitting on Huey or Dewey’s bed for the rest of the night, staring at them and reassuring himself that they were still there. Maybe it was a slightly creepy thing to do, but he’d done worse things.

Louie wondered if his brothers were mad at him. They hadn’t seemed to be, at first, but then Della had stepped in to ground him, and now he wasn’t so sure. He wasn’t sure about a lot of things.

The day after his big mistake, his whole family had packed up their things and left him home alone with only a robot and a ghost to keep him company after a traumatic event, and they went on his dream vacation without him. Adventures terrified him, usually, with how dangerous they were – and that had been part of the reason he’d been looking for a shortcut to treasure. He’d thought it was perfect, and that no one would have to get hurt, that way. No one was supposed to get hurt. He didn’t mean for—

Anyway. Louie didn’t like most adventures, and everyone knew that. And then on top of the punishment of watching his family blink out of existence and being grounded, he also had to sit in his room, trapped by lasers that stopped him from even going to the kitchen, guarded by a robot that shot electricity at him if he tried to leave. He’d been alone for two days, and then almost every villain that had ever attempted to hurt his family had showed up at the mansion, breaking down the door and banishing Duckworth with ease and making it impossible to call for help.

Would anyone have listened, anyway? Would anyone have even come to save him, or would they have thought it was a trick?

Louie – in the face of utter terror and the very real threat of bodily harm – did the only thing that he really knew how to do.

He found the angles, and he schemed his way out.

And sure, it had stung when he’d walked out of the villain’s plane only to find out that his family had the ability to think – for even a second – that he’d ever betray them. Being the ‘Evil Triplet’ had always been a bit of a running joke between him and his brothers, but he wondered sometimes when everyone started thinking that it was true, or that it at the very least had the potential to be.

He’d saved the day, he guessed, but somehow he didn’t feel all that great about it. Especially not now, exhausted in every possible way and still unable to close his eyes and fall asleep.

Irritated with himself and halfway into yet another emotional breakdown, Louie sat up in his bed, pulling the hood of the hoodie he hadn’t bothered to take off over his head. He stared up at the glowing stars on the bottom of the bunk above him – Dewey had put them there when he wasn’t looking – and attempted to steady his breathing, counting like Huey had taught him to, trying to ground himself in reality rather than obsess over the reality that he’d been grounded.

He eventually gathered the courage to look around the room, and he threw off the blankets as he did so, suddenly feeling horribly stifled and suffocated. He’d been stuck in the room for two days. He wanted to get out.

Already, his lungs were squeezing tighter and his heart was beating faster, and he stood in a barely-controlled panic, shoving his shaking hands into the pocket of his hoodie as he walked swiftly and quietly to the door. The door that was closed, the door that he was suddenly terrified of opening, because what if it didn’t? What if he was still trapped?

A lump rose in this throat as frustrated tears stung his eyes, and he rested his forehead against the wood in front of him as he tried to work up the nerve to do something that should be easy. He felt absolutely ridiculous, and a bit pathetic, but at least no one was around to judge him; he was both bitter and relieved about that.

Louie tugged his hand out of his hoodie and grabbed onto the doorknob in one smooth motion, exhaling heavily when nothing catastrophic happened from that one small action. Achingly slowly and painfully hesitant, he turned the knob and pulled on the door, holding his breath and using the heartbeat in his ears to count the seconds.

The door opened.

His breath left him all in a rush, almost like a sob. The room was silent except for the faint rattling of the doorknob in his trembling hand, and Louie felt shivers racing up his spine, his mind practically screaming at him to get out, to prove to himself that he wasn’t trapped.

The door creaked a bit on its hinges as he pulled it open more and more, and he flinched at the noise, having not expected it. He glanced over his shoulder at the beds behind him that held his (hopefully) sleeping brothers, worried that he’d woken them up. Luckily, no one moved, and Louie turned back to the door, pulling his hood tighter over his head as he escaped through the opening he’d created.

Immediately, a little bit of the tension he’d been carrying around for days melted away, and he stood alone in the middle of the hallway, staring at the wall across from him as he breathed, feeling like part of him was still stuck in that room.

After what could’ve been minutes or hours, Louie closed the door behind him and turned right, making his way to his favorite spot on autopilot. It was a window at the end of a hallway, with a bench beneath it that stretched from one wall to the other. It was soft and wide and perfect for napping, and it was a place that made him feel comfortable and safe. Looking at it now, he wished that he’d brought a blanket, but he’d been too busy panicking to really think about it. His hoodie would have to be enough, this time.

Louie sat down on the bench with his back against the wall, heaving a slightly shaky sigh and turning to look out the window at a full moon that he would never see in the same way again. He wondered how many times in his younger years had he looked at the moon, not knowing that he was looking at his mom.

Who would ever think that, though? Who, as a kid, would even entertain the idea that their absent mother was just chilling in orbit? Not Louie, certainly, although maybe it had crossed Dewey’s mind once or twice. He wouldn’t be surprised.

Speaking of brothers…

Louie suddenly had the creeping feeling that he was no longer alone, and no more than two seconds after that revelation, quiet footsteps could be heard walking towards him. He turned his head slowly, blinking to adjust his eyes to the darkness of the hallway in comparison to the brightness of the moon, and there was Huey, because who else would it be.

Huey had stopped a few feet from the bench, and for a moment they just blinked at each other, like neither of them were quite ready to talk, or prepared for social situations in the middle of the night. Huey was in his pajamas, but oddly enough he was not wearing his night cap. Louie raised an eyebrow at him, painfully aware that he himself probably did not look very put together. Huey mimicked his expression, shifting awkwardly in place, and Louie sighed, gesturing to the empty space on the bench as he turned to look back out the window. He heard Huey walk closer, and he felt the cushion on the bench move as his brother sat down.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, and Louie finally let his hood slide off his head. Huey yawned, and Louie huffed a quiet laugh.

“Is now a good time to ask what you’re doing here?” Louie asked, glancing at Huey out of the corner of his eye. “Or do you normally wake up this early?”

Huey stretched his legs out on the bench and shrugged.

“I saw you leave,” he said. “And it’s been an… intense few days. I just wanted to check on you.”

Louie wondered if ‘seeing him leave’ including the ridiculous amount of time he’d spent just trying to open the door. Something mildly embarrassed and defensive rose up in his chest.

“Well, you’ve checked on me,” Louie said, steadfastly avoiding his brother’s eyes. “You’ve done your brotherly duty, or whatever. Feel free to go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t sleeping,” Huey replied, and Louie turned to look at him. His brother shot him a slightly sad smile. “It’s one of those days, you know?”

A lump rose unbidden in his throat, effectively blocking anything he might’ve said in response, so he just nodded and turned away. He blamed his emotional vulnerability on exhaustion. He blamed his exhaustion on himself.

“How about you?” Huey picked up the conversation, scooting a little closer to him on the bench. “Are you normally up at this time?”

“Only every now and then.” Louie shrugged a little awkwardly. “More so recently.”

Huey hummed, and they continued looking aimlessly out the window. Louie started looking for the few constellations that he knew, just from Huey talking about them. Dewey actually knew more about that than Louie did, because he’d always had a sort of fascination for space.

“I don’t think that I ever heard the full story of how you ended up on Don Karnage’s ship with Uncle Scrooge’s mortal enemies,” Huey said some time later, deceptively casual. “Did you just— Did they invite you or…?”

Louie huffed a laugh, and Huey shot him a wry grin.

“I didn’t sneak aboard, if that’s what you’re asking,” Louie said, really just putting off telling the full story, not wanting to relive it. “I was welcome. Well, as welcome as I could’ve been around half a dozen criminals who hate us.”

“So they showed up at the mansion?”

Louie blinked in shock at Huey’s determination to get right to the heart of the matter. He hadn’t really been ready to encounter such enthusiastic interest in his life at somewhere around three in the morning.

“I mean…yeah,” Louie said weakly, clearing his throat and continuing to explain. “It’s more like they showed up in the mansion. They banished Duckworth in like five seconds flat, and they completely destroyed Dt87 and blocked the phone line and just—”

Louie closed his beak with an audible click, realizing that he’d been rambling and that he was getting worked up again. He hid his trembling hands in his hoodie pockets.

“And…?” Huey prompted gently.

Louie looked at him with a searching gaze, sighing softly when he found nothing but concern and care in Huey’s eyes. His family made it so hard, sometimes, to be closed off and guarded.

“And they hadn’t expected me to be all alone. And they talked about hurting me as a warmup for taking on you guys, and then I had the most awkward and terrifying plane ride of my life,” Louie said quietly, looking out at the yard outside the window, staring hard at the shadows. “I was worried that one of them would figure me out, or get bored and use me as a punching bag or something.”

“Did they hurt you?” Huey asked immediately, new urgency in his voice as he leaned forward on the bench.

“I’m fine, Hue,” Louie reassured him, something small and warm blooming in his chest. “They weren’t nice, but they didn’t hurt me.”

Huey’s shoulders dropped as he relaxed, but he didn’t attempt to move back to his original position, instead settling in closer to Louie and staying there.

“That was a terrible position that you were in,” Huey said softly, just for the two of them. “And you still managed to save the day.”

“Yeah, well.” Louie shrugged jerkily, hunched in on himself just a bit. “I have a lot to make up for.”

“What do you—” Huey started, and then he cut himself off awkwardly. “Oh.”

Louie raised an eyebrow, torn between being amused and being annoyed.

“What, you forgot about me almost destroying reality?”

“We do a lot of crazy things,” Huey said, a touch defensively. “It was basically just another Tuesday for us, it just fades into the background.”

Louie barked a sad laugh, hugging his knees to his chest and remembering the past few days that he’d spent obsessing over his biggest mistake, and Huey had just straight-up moved on already.

“I wish it would fade into the background,” Louie said, a touch of self-deprecating humor in his tone. “I spent the last few days trapped in a room watching a robot play videos of mom telling me all about what I did wrong.

“And it was wrong,” Louie continued before Huey could respond, barreling onward with feeling. “But it— It wasn’t supposed to be. It was supposed to be safe, and—and no one would get hurt. I just— I—”

Louie sighed. “I dunno, I messed up. That’s all there is to it.”

Somewhere outside, an owl hooted faintly, and wind rustled the leaves of the trees. It was a calm night, uninterrupted by a raging hurricane caused by an eleven-year-old child.

“…Why did you do it?” Huey asked eventually, and Louie cut his eyes over to him, catching the odd expression on his brother’s face, like he’d come to a realization about something and it had left him sad and confused. “I don’t think anyone actually asked you.”

“I’m greedy and selfish,” Louie said dryly. “That’s it.”

“No,” Huey said firmly. “It’s not.”

Louie sighed, tilting his head back until it came to rest with a thud against the wall behind him, leaving him staring at the ceiling. He wracked his brain on how to explain, on how to make Huey understand. He’d nearly given up on anyone understanding him, and this felt like a last chance. It felt important.

“I like treasure,” Louie began, running a hand through his messy hair. “I just—That’s just me. I like money, I like valuable things, and I like that we don’t have to worry about how much money we have anymore.”

Huey nodded slightly, encouraging him to continue.

“Uncle Donald never wanted us to worry about money and stuff, but it— it was hard not to notice,” Louie said, tightening his hold on his knees. “I guess I just— Now I don’t ever want to worry about that again.”

“We don’t have to,” Huey said softly. “Uncle Scrooge—”

“—could’ve lost all his money today,” Louie interrupted. “Nothing in our family is guaranteed.”

Huey winced just a little bit. Louie knew he hated being reminded of the uncertainty of life.

“I just— I still like treasure, just because it’s treasure, but I don’t like the life-threatening danger that usually comes along with it.” Louie glanced out the window at the moon, hanging over them and lighting the hallway in soft light. “I guess I wanted there to be an easy way. I thought I could skip over the part where I’m scared for my life and your life and everyone’s life—”

He cut himself off, huffing in frustration. Huey was silent.

“Of course, I ended up making the ‘danger’ part infinitely worse,” Louie said, a hopeless amusement in his voice, loathing turned inwards. “I sure did a sucky job at seeing the angles.”

Huey was staring down at the bench with his brow furrowed and a faint frown on his face, obviously thinking hard. Louie was suddenly worried he was about to get a lecture, and he didn’t know if he was emotionally stable enough to pretend it didn’t hurt him. Luckily, Huey came up with something completely different.

“You know what I think?” Huey asked, and Louie shook his head a little nervously. “I think that none of us were ready to be Scrooge McDuck’s nephews.”

“Well, it’s not like we even knew we were until like a year ago—”

“No, I mean like—” Huey huffed in frustration, waving his hand aimlessly in the air as he tried to gather his thoughts. “Okay, so, if we made a mistake on the houseboat, the worst thing that could have happened was that the kitchen would catch on fire. If we make a mistake as Scrooge McDuck’s nephews, the whole world is basically in danger.”

Louie snorted, thinking of all the times that things had gone wrong.

“I just— I don’t think we were ready for that,” Huey continued, a little sadly, with a hint of anger at life’s unfairness. “I don’t think that we really knew what living with Uncle Scrooge would mean. We’re still kids, you know? I don’t really think we’re supposed to have the means to destroy reality.”

“Well, I did steal the Time Tub,” Louie pointed out. “It’s not like they left it lying around.”

“Yeah, that one’s on you,” Huey said, smiling a little. “But the fact that it even exists seems like a risk. It’s just— Gyro built a time machine, and you stole it. Uncle Scrooge built the Spear of Selene, and mom took it. I’m kind of seeing a pattern of things that shouldn’t be built being taken.”

Louie couldn’t help but feel hurt being compared to his mom in that way, though deep down he knew it was a fair statement. “Yeah, I—"

“The difference is,” Huey interrupted firmly, making serious eye contact. “Mom was an adult. You’re a kid. It’s not really the same thing.”

“Well, yeah. Mom didn’t put the whole population of earth in danger. That was just me putting my own personal twist on it,” Louie said, dark humor lacing his tone. “At least I didn’t get lost in time for ten years.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” Huey said, his voice quieter than it had been, and Louie just shrugged.

Somewhere farther down the hallway, something creaked, but Louie wasn’t concerned. It being an old house and all, it was always making weird noises.

“Similarities aside, I don’t think that Mom likes me very much,” Louie said, unaware of when exactly he’d decided he wanted to talk about this, feeling almost sick to his stomach. “I don’t think she’ll ever be able to really trust me again.”

“She hasn’t been here long enough to get to know you,” Huey said carefully, stubbornly, like he was sure she’d like him if she only knew him.

“But she’s been here long enough to ground me?” Louie shot back, feeling more than a little bitter, unable to hold it back anymore. “She’s been here long enough to tell me that my place in the family is conditional?”

Huey jolted in surprise, sitting up straighter. “She did what?”

Louie raised a hand, waving off the question, but Huey wasn’t having it.

“What the— When did that happen?” Huey asked him, and Louie sighed and dropped his head into his hands briefly.

“Mom left me videos to watch while you guys went on my dream vacation for two days,” Louie said tiredly, and Huey winced. “It was basically all about how my plans and schemes are nothing but trouble and lead to ‘bad things’ for the family. And a big point was how if I wanted to be a part of the family, then I had to knock it off.”

“That’s not— She hasn’t even seen most of your schemes,” Huey said, sounding lost and frustrated. “It’s unwise to make generalizations without sufficient data.”

“To be fair, she did have to watch as you guys blinked out of existence.”

“So did you,” Huey said. “And no one even asked if you were okay before you got sent to your room.”

“I was fine,” Louie said, but it was hard to spin the truth at three in the morning.

“Liar,” Huey accused, but it was soft and kind, and vaguely amused. Louie ducked his head to hide a smile. “I would’ve checked on you that night, but you were sleeping when we got back.”

“No I wasn’t,” Louie said, grinning sideways at his brother. “It was ‘one of those nights’, unsurprisingly.”

“Have you slept at all recently?” Huey asked, exasperated.

“I’ve napped,” Louie said, his smile dropping off his face. “I almost destroyed reality and then I was trapped in my room. I didn’t really feel like sleeping.”

“It’s behind us, Lou,” Huey said, putting a hand on his knee. “You didn’t mean to do it, and I don’t think it’ll happen again. It’s over.”

“Yeah,” Louie said quietly, staring at where Huey’s hand was resting.

“And did— did you say trapped?”

“A laser grid and a robot that shoots electricity do a pretty good job at keeping me contained, apparently.”

“It didn’t let you leave the room?” Huey asked incredulously. “What did you eat?”

“I had some snacks in a secret stash,” Louie said, not having the heart to tell him that he hadn’t much felt like eating anyway. “Don’t tell Dewey, but I ate the cookie he thought we didn’t know about.”

Huey huffed a reluctant laugh at that, glancing down the hallway and looking conflicted and a little angry.

“I…I don’t think that it was right,” Huey said, like he was forcing himself to say it, like he was worried of immediate repercussions. “Grounding you was fine, but everything else just— It doesn’t make sense.”

Louie shrugged and looked away, blinking against the moisture collecting in his eyes.

“I mean, literally all of us left, and we didn’t need to. There was no point in leaving you alone, much less going on the adventure that everyone knows you really wanted to go on. It’s not like there was a time limit on the stupid treasure or whatever. We could’ve just waited until you could go,” Huey began, gaining speed and passion the longer he talked, looking about two seconds away from getting up to pace. “It just seems kinda mean and pointless. Not to mention the laser grid and electricity? You’re eleven! It could have really hurt you if the robot had gone evil, and let’s face it, Gyro made it. It probably would’ve at some point.”

“But it didn’t,” Louie jumped in, because Huey was on his way to somewhere that would make him panic. “I’m fine. It didn’t hurt me.”

“It definitely hurt your relationship with mom, though,” Huey pointed out, seeming suddenly more tired than he had been, a second ago.

“I do that just fine on my own,” Louie said, leaning forward with a sigh. “I just—I don’t know. It’s like she looks at Dewey and sees all the parts of herself that she’s proud of, and then she looks at me and sees the opposite.”

Huey frowned, mimicking his position with his knees pulled to his chest.

“She looks at me and tells me to step out of my comfort zone,” Huey said, a sad wisp of a smile on his face. “We were playing that game we both like, but she didn’t really understand the way I played it. I just wanted to— to show her what I liked to do. Leveling up was cool and all, but farming is what I find fun.”

Louie smiled fondly at the thought of his brother spending hours tending to his farm in-game. It was the most relaxed he ever got to see Huey. Their mom hadn’t been back for long enough to really know how rare that was.

“I feel like it’s unfair to expect her to know everything about us,” Louie said quietly, pointedly not looking at the moon, “but I wish that— that things were different. That I was easier for her to understand. That I made it easier for her to want to.”

Above all, in that moment, he wished that Uncle Donald was there. Louie missed him. He’d know what to do.

“I think she does want to,” Huey said, like he was willing himself to believe it, “but she’s been on the moon for ten years. She’s not— She hasn’t had to deal with people in a long time. And that’s not our fault; it just…happened. She’s having to adjust to being back on earth and being back around people and to being a mom. I imagine that it’s hard to juggle.”

“Yeah, well, she dropped the ball square on my head,” Louie said wryly. “No one else on the planet has ever had to deal with this whole stupid situation before – with their mom coming back from the moon – so there’s like, no way to know what’s right or wrong or what to do.”

“It’s not really fair on anyone,” Huey agreed morosely, plopping his chin into his hand, looking at him with questioning eyes. “Why didn’t you tell us how you felt about things?”

“You want me to tell Della’s fan club that I’m having a hard time forming a relationship with her?” Louie asked, though not harshly. “Dewey loves her.”

“Not more than he loves you. He’d listen.”

“Maybe.”

“Definitely.” A new voice broke into their quiet conversation, and Louie jumped, yelping as he almost fell clean off the bench. He would’ve hit the ground if Huey hadn’t grabbed his arm, and Louie whipped his head up to make startled eye contact with Dewey, because who else would it be.

“How long have you been standing there?” Louie asked defensively, feeling newly vulnerable at the thought that someone had been eavesdropping while he talked about his feelings.

“Long enough,” Dewey said simply, yawning as he plopped down on the bench between Huey and Louie, leaning back against the window because apparently he wasn’t plagued by thoughts of falling through and plummeting to his death. “I woke up and you were both gone. This is Louie’s favorite spot, so I checked here first.”

“Fair enough,” Huey said tiredly, and Louie groaned.

“You ate my cookie,” Dewey said, playfully accusatory.

“I was hungry.” Louie rolled his eyes. “There are plenty of cookies in the world, I promise.”

Dewey shrugged, but he was smiling; maybe a little sad, but a smile nonetheless.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, staring at the empty hallway and the empty backyard and the not-so-empty moon.

“Nothing is ever simple, is it?” Louie asked absentmindedly, feeling the emptiness inside himself, too.

“With this family? No way,” Dewey said, but he didn’t seem as excited about that as he usually would be.

“I wish it was,” Huey said. “For all of our sakes.”

More silence, and then—

“It’s not like I don’t— I mean, I love Mom,” Louie said, not wanting anyone to get the wrong idea. “I’m glad she’s back, but it doesn’t really feel like she came back for me. Not yet, anyway.”

“It kinda feels like she came back for who she thought we’d be,” Huey said.

Louie glanced at Dewey to see how he was taking all of this, a little worried that he wouldn’t want to hear it. Dewey noticed him looking and sighed, his shoulders dropping.

“I get along with Mom pretty well, and— I don’t know, I think that she’s trying, but she needs more time to get used to things,” Dewey said, and then he shot them a wry grin. “That being said, if she makes you guys feel bad again, I will throw hands.”

Louie chuckled, a great weight lifting off his chest. He was surrounded by his brothers, who understood him, and were thankfully not mad at him. It suddenly felt like not everything was going wrong. He leaned his shoulder into Dewey’s, nudging him gently.

“Thanks, Dew,” Louie said sincerely, and then he looked past him to where Huey was smiling at them fondly. “And thank you for coming after me, and for listening.”

“Anytime,” Huey said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “Things will get better. I promise.”

“I hope so,” Louie replied, and then he yawned.

“You should really get some sleep,” Huey said, worry in his voice. “Do you want to go back to our room?”

Louie shook his head immediately, feeling trapped just at the mere thought of it.

“Maybe Dewey’s got the right idea, then,” Huey said, half amused and half fond.

Louie looked up at the middle brother in confusion only to find him with his head leaning back against the glass, beak open wide as he snored. Louie chuckled at the sight, grinning at Huey.

“I think he does,” Louie agreed, and Huey smiled back.

He settled down against the bench, getting comfy and feeling warmth growing in his chest as Huey did the same. The moon was halfway behind a cloud, now, but it only made the stars all the more visible.

“Goodnight, Louie,” Huey whispered from his spot, sounding half asleep already.

“Night, Hue.”

Louie fell asleep within minutes, and he woke up to the sun on his back and his brothers at his side. Later that day, he would be chased by a monster and dispel an old curse, but that was later. Right now, he had nothing but time. Louie went back to sleep.

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it’s time for my play-by-play review (put some breaks in so it’s not a giant wall of text):

“Here in Duckburg, life is like...a hurricane?” Ha ha theme song reference.

El Pato is Spanish for the duck and that amuses me. Although we call our version of that storm system El Niño, so shouldn’t it have been El Patito?

Mr. Chunk’s EXTRA CHUNKY Chili Chunks

“Could you give us a hand?” *All laugh* In hindsight, he probably should have helped them instead of using the time tub again. He’d still get in trouble for stealing, but he probably would have gotten a less harsh punishment.

“We should have plenty of food we won’t get sick of.” “I said sick from and you know it.” Classic kid logic.

Are the chili dogs a Sonic reference, since Ben is playing him in the upcoming movie?

“Chili dogs put the ‘hooray’ in ‘hooraycane’ party.” That was an awful pun and we should all be mad at Della for it.

“And we all get scurvy. Again.” This is why they need Donald home.

“Is that your parenting strategy or did you get that off a bumper sticker?” Beakley keeps in real.

Beakley and Della have a great dynamic this episode. I honestly think Beakley sees a lot of herself in Della and is trying to teach Della what she wishes someone had taught her when she had her own kid(s).

Louie pushing Huey to the center of the room so that nobody notices him leaving, smart.

“My brother’s gonna be a professional nerd.” Hooray for supporting your brother!

Mary Poppins-CONFIRMED MEMBER OF THE MCDUCK CLAN.

The wooden cane reminds me of Hop Pop’s

“That boy’s up to something.” Crazy thought here but maybe you should be proactive about that and follow him YOURSELF.

Launchpad never ceases to amaze me. How did he nail wood to STAINED GLASS?

That’s coming out of his paycheck.

“You’ve got your own tub?! Lucky.” GET THIS MAN A TUB, STAT!

I hope we get more Louie and Launchpad stuff. The way they play off each other is great.

Louie’s little presentation is great and runs on kid logic.

Bubba is adorable.

BWAMP. Nice sound effect.

“Time Treasures, a subsidiary of Louie Inc. It’s not a crime if it’s lost to time.” Cute, but I doubt that would hold up in court.

Also, did Louie’s plan/most of the episode remind anyone else of Bender’s Big Score? Bender pulled a similar scheme at the end, only his time traveling caused a rip in the fabric of space. So they got off lucky here?

I totally buy Launchpad keeping a shower cap and rubber ducky on his person at all times. I WANT HIM TO GET HIS BUBBLE BATH, DAMMIT!

“HEY COOL. A DEAD GUY!” Dewey, you really shouldn’t get that excited over corpses. I know Bubba is actually alive, but did they?

Webby, Bubba is taller and buffer than you. I don’t think he qualifies as a “little” guy.

I DEMAND to know about the times Scrooge was frozen in an iceberg! Is Webby counting the time he and Goldie were frozen together?

Metaphors and hypothetical situations don’t work on Della. Maybe it’s a pilot thing.

“HISTORY IS ALIVE!” I LOVE MY NERD SON.

I love when people meet someone who doesn’t understand them/speaks a different language, they think talking louder will help.

“He’s got a hat like a person!” Is that racist?

Of COURSE Dewey turns the hat backwards.

“Your Funky Fresh ways” These kids have watched waaaay too much 90s media. The little hip shimmy was great.

Chili dogs>tree bark

“Man, I am learning SO MUCH.” Me too, Webby. Me too.

Did the exchange between Louie and Launchpad about the ethical nature of Time Treasures remind anyone else of when Jim and Launchpad discussed Jim’s plan to get himself into the movie or am I seeing parallels where there aren’t any?

Louie went to the school of Katara. (Both agree it’s ok to steal from pirates)

NOTHING is ever 100% safe

Dewey reeeeeeally wants another sibling. I bet someone is gonna push his mom into the dating scene.

OG DUCKTALES REFERENCE FTW

Bubba-a lyrical genius

Launchpad looks SO LOST while all of this is going on. Though he seems pretty lost in the whole episode.

“At least make him wear a helmet.” Safety lessons!

“SHUT UBBA, MAN.”

“Don’t think about it too hard.” A rule of thumb when dealing w/ time travel.

Poor Launchpad is having an existential crisis.

And THAT is why we leave time travel to the professionals, Louie. Next time just ask Uncle Scrooge.

How did they make a graphic for Timephoon so fast?

Roxanne is salty, but of course the source is McDuck Manor.

I DEMAND MORE FRANKLOON. Maybe Fenton could write a musical about him. Sidenote: I REALLY WANT a Ben Franklin musical.

Bubba-an artistic MARVEL

Shimmy that board clean!

The little head stroke she gives Louie. MY HEART!

I...don’t think that is how to do math.

“I see how you turned this into a lesson in parenting and I’m impressed.” THAT’S HOW GRANDMAS ROLL.

Gyro-the most USELESS TWINK. I love him.

I love the way Bobby says “oh boy” for Louie.

“HE IS OFFENSIVE TO THE FIELD OF ANTHROPOLOGY!” Time travel in general is probably offensive to anthropology.

Is it wrong to enjoy Huey going FERAL AS FUCK? Because I thoroughly enjoy it.

Why would you listen to Dewey on research?

“Did you SEE that finger progression on that solo?”

Bubba-MASTER MUSICIAN! Also, KEYTARS ROCK!

“COME HERE, YOU HISTORICAL ABOMINATION!” Not saying Huey’s killed a man, but he knows how to and how to cover it up.

Pretty sure Webby and Dewey are trolling.

“Definitely not cloning an army.” I have SO MANY QUESTIONS.

Louie’s in hoodie-ville.

“He could be anywhen!” Time travel jokes.

I like that they all assume it’s Gyro at first. WHAT CRIMES HAS THIS MAN COMMITTED?!

“It’s one of the kids.” “I’ll get Dewey.” I could see Dewey stealing the time tub, but he’d just try and change the name of things into Dewey puns.

Ninjas,worse than termites-Scrooge Mcduck, 2019

MORE BEAKLEY/DELLA TEAM UPS PLZ

“Even good kids do dumb things.” And good adults. No one thinks Louie is a bad kid, but he was pretty dumb.

What was with the log?

SANTA TRAP

“Oh no, they may be French.” That line made me laugh.

Launchpad falling asleep when the tapestry was over his face-hilarious.

“Don’t ask.”

Launchpad-always asking the right questions.

“Thank you past and/or future me.”

I love Huey trying to make sense of Bubba.

“I hate this.”

Poor Huey.

Bubba-an amazing animal tamer

I really like how much Della admires Beakley.

Webby shouting “GRANNY!” T_T

So is that picture of Scrooge, Donald, and Della fighting pirates a time travel related adventure?

Hi Woody and Jessie

“I’VE IMMEDIATELY FAILED YOU.” Mood

Launchpad is so wise. But I think time is more timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly, right Scrooge?

Della’s angry mom voice

The fight is cool.

“AH, ME SCURVY!” BRICK JOKE FTW!

Not the time for time travel logic, Dewey. Plus they seem to be coming from different countries so anywhere would still work.

Bubba-A HERO

“GO, YOU FREAK OF HISTORY!”

#youtriedLaunchpad

“EVERYTHING WE DO HAS ALREADY HAPPENED!”

Della shouting “KIDS” and Louie shouting “MOOOM” really hit me in the gut.

Let’s pour one out for Bubba.

I PRAY TO GOD someone writes fics about what each character was doing in the time period they ended up in.

Della was giving me MAJOR Joan of Arc vibes in that armor.

Yeah, this scene hurt. But it needed to be done. Louie still seems to think that it was all a good idea. He hasn’t learned his lesson yet.

That scene also reminded me of Merida and Elinor’s fight in Brave. Both sides have a point, but both went too far.

I’m glad Louie didn’t instantly accept his mom. It’s more interesting that way and feels real.

I love that Launchpad looks around at everyone before he reacts. He most likely knows nothing about the Spear of Selene incident so he has no idea of how hurtful Louie’s comment was.

Gyro had NO REACTION to any of that fight.

That broke poor Della.

“I went to the future. I’ve seen how the world ends.*pause* It was neat! See you there soon!”

I wonder why Launchpad was the only one who went forward in time. Could it play a role in stopping the invasion?

“Some people aren’t ready for the truth.” So wise.

Bubba-THE FIRST OF CLAN MCDUCK

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