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zara2148 · 4 years

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Fethsteel Fic: Not Good Enough (For You)

So here we go, my take on how Fethry Duck joined F.O.W.L. and met Steelbeak. Less warning stuff for this one, mostly just implied abuse, though it’s clear Steelbeak has not had a pleasant history. Also, both he and Fethry have some self esteem issues... and there’s not exactly spoilers for “Lost Harp of Mervana,” but the new intro takes place right after it.

Also on AO3. Make sure leave kudos and comments there. I enjoy the feel of being applauded.

Huey was placing Isabella Finch's journal back in Uncle Scrooge's study when he spotted the tin can phone there, now connected to nothing. Scrooge held on to everything in the mansion, even seemingly useless things, on the grounds that it may one day come in handy again.

It was one reason why Trash Day could be such a nightmare, though Scrooge was starting to learn how to let things go...

Huey found Della and Donald unpacking their gear off the sub, hanging up suits and boxing equipment until it was ready to be used again. "Uncle Donald? Mom? Do you know how to get in touch with Cousin Fethry? I think he'd love to hear all about Mervana."

"No, sorry, sweetie. I haven't heard anything from him since he rode off on the back of that... giant... fish..." Della shuddered in remembered revulsion.

"Mom, it was a krill."

"A fish is still a fish by any other name."

"You also seemed fine with Mitzy at the time."

"I was too busy thinking about all the Moonlanders we had to beat up."

Donald sighed and turned away from a crate to answer Huey’s question. “I haven’t heard from him either since then.” He shrugged. "But that's normal for Fethry. He either calls every five minutes or he gets so wrapped up in something we don't hear from him for six months."

"Doesn't he have a cell phone we could call?”

"Knowing Fethry, it would just get dropped in the ocean." There was a reason Scrooge only trusted Fethry with a tin can after one too many busted phones.

Huey’s beak twisted in discomfort. “But what if he got in trouble? What if he needed our help?”

Donald let out a breath, more frustrated with himself than anyone else, even Fethry. He knelt in front of Huey and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Fethry is…” Cuckoo bananas really hadn’t been the right thing to say to Huey, not when Donald could see the similarities between the two of them. Unsure how else to finish that sentence, he tried again.

“Fethry is who he is. But he’s also a grown adult capable of making decisions and taking care of himself. If he ever needs us, he knows where we are.”

Della grinned proudly. “He’s a part of the Duck family. Surviving is what we do.”

Uncle Donald and Mom weren’t wrong about that. Cousin Fethry had survived alone in a collapsing sea base for years. He knew the Junior Woodchuck guidebook from cover to cover, just as Huey did. He was better prepared than most to face trouble when it found him.

"Okay, I'll just make sure to write down all my observations about Mervana to share with him when he gets in touch."

Donald gave Huey a smile. "I'm sure he'll love that."

***

“Don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

It was an old refrain at this point.

The last job interview he had, Fethry had spent a full half-hour talking about the eating habits of krill and the merits of singing when asked about his team management skills.

The interview before that, he spoke briefly about the endless silence of the ocean when asked how he dealt with workplace difficulties. He’d been too quiet after that question.

And the interview before that… well, he didn’t think that room was ever going to be the same.

Fethry’s laptop was old. Wires were sticking out and duct tape was barely holding the screen together. He browsed through the listings for scientists on Quacked In, tweaking his cover letter and resume slightly for each.

Maybe he was going about this the wrong way. Maybe he should try for a slightly smaller position at a lab, like a custodian! He had experience keeping things in custody! And then he could work his way up from there.

But the little Donalds had such faith in him. They believed he could be a great scientist. Fethry wasn’t going to let them down. He never really realized until it was too late, but Fethry knew he had a habit of letting his family down.

Gladstone had offered to help, after that big event with purple people from the sky… ahh, yes, the invasion! But Fethry knew how often people tried to get close to his cousin to use his luck. Family shouldn’t do that.

The next listing didn’t quite catch his eye. But Fethry was at the point of applying for everything that came up for “scientist” and read through what little there was.

“WANTED: Skilled scientists for private company in Duckburg. Duties will vary. Flexible work schedule, late nights occasionally required. Must be able to roll with the punches.”

He had no expectations that it would progress to a job offer. How he chose to look at was that he was doing really well on reaching his goal of 100 job rejections. He’d read all about re-framing your objectives for positivity!

Once he reached 100, well, he might as well try for 200 rejections then.

He reviewed his resume and cover letter on the final submission screen. He clicked “Send.”

Then he moved onto the next listing and thought no more of it.

***

F.O.W.L.’s computer settings were extremely sensitized when it came to tracking the movements and activities of the Duck-McDuck clan. They knew when Hubert Duck received a new merit badge, or when Dewford Duck uploaded another video to his overlooked Insta, or when Llewellyn bought a soda that wasn’t Pep branded.

Any diversion from or progress in the Duck’s family’s normal routine could be significant. That’s why they monitored it all.

So when a member of the Duck family applied for one of their vacant positions, it got noticed. Alarms went off, alerting the highest-ranking members in F.O.W.L. command.

Just ten minutes after the application was received, Bradford clicked through it on his laptop.

F.O.W.L. could just ignore this. Stay away from the Duck family until they were more ready to move out in the open. It would be a sensible move.

But there was potential here he couldn’t overlook.

Fethry Duck was one of the harder members to track ever since the McDuck SubLab crumbled into an undersea abyss. Satellite images last had him riding some sort of kaiju across the ocean, which was just typical when it came to the Duck-McDuck family.

When the moon invaders came they had made many mistakes, such as caring more about the acknowledgment of their perceived superiority than how they could exploit the Earth. But they had been right that it was better to have all members of that family accounted for when it came to global-scale plans.

Having Fethry under constant watch at F.O.W.L. would leave Gladstone as the most transient variable. And the lottery winnings and sweepstakes prizes he left in his wake would make him infinitely easier to track.

Fethry was also one of the more controllable members of the Duck family. Neither misfortune nor ostentatious fortune dogged his steps. He didn’t question intention and he didn’t try to stir up trouble for his amusement. He was so lacking in ambition that he stayed in a lonely janitorial position for almost five years. If he was taken to a lab and given every reason to stay, he likely would do so without seeing anything amiss.

His goal was to steal the world right out from under Scrooge. Why not start by stealing a member of the man’s family? One Scrooge was unlikely to miss for quite some time, given his avoidance of Fethry’s company.

Yet for a duck who didn’t believe in handouts, it said something that Scrooge still cared enough about Fethry to give him a string of jobs that he more or less performed adequately. He’d prefer it not come to threats, especially since harm to his family made Scrooge predictably savage. But if worse came to worse… better to have a hostage than do without.

And if he was useless? Disposing of him would be no hardship.

He clicked “Accept” and composed a brief response, suggesting a range of times that Fethry could visit a front location in downtown Duckberg.

After opening up the email and reading through it, Fethry squealed and picked out the earliest possible time.

***

Fethry hummed as he walked inside the address the email gave him. It was a plain building, notable only for its pristine white exterior that seemed all too blank.

He’d dressed up nice for the occasion. His red jacket was replaced with a slightly frayed and browned business suit jacket. His tie was a piece of dried kelp that Mitzy had picked out for him. She always had the best eye when it came to kelp. And his cap was still present, keeping his thoughts toasty warm!

Yet his throat felt clogged and simultaneously too dry. The papers in his hand would be wrinkled if he clutched them any tighter. There was a heavy feeling in his chest that told him he’d be out of here soon enough, and he would need to try his luck elsewhere.

A duck with a dirty face and ruffled hair sat behind the visitor’s desk. Her name tag read “Ample.”

He approached her without his usual bounce. “Hello, I’m here for an interview.”

She nodded and glanced through the schedule. “Fethry Duck?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“The director is ready to see you now. Go through the double doors over there.”

He dipped forward in an awkward half-bow, unsure if a handshake would be too presumptuous. “Thank you!”

He pushed his way through the double doors. The room was in grey shadow, a large desk slightly off toward one of the corners. Two chairs were in front of the desk, facing the figure behind it.

The shadows slightly obscured the person behind the desk. He could make out a shape but no features.

The shadow turned to him. “Ah, thank you for coming. Please take a seat.”

Fethry grabbed one of the chairs, shifting his paper copy of his resume as he looked at his interviewer up close.

Oh, he knew this vulture! He worked with Uncle Scrooge before! His name was buzzing around in the back of Fethry’s skull, waiting to be grabbed hold of…. what was it, what was it…?

“Bradley!”

“It’s Bradford,” he corrected in a cold tone.

Fethry slumped back in his seat, feeling small. “O-oh, I’m sorry.”

Bradford did not take the time to acknowledge what he said. He sat “So, Fethry Duck. Scrooge’s nephew.”

“Yes.”

“You hold no degrees, no certifications that would qualify you for a scientific position.”

“... no.” Fethry knew how much those pieces of paper meant to people. He sunk into his chair, almost wishing it could swallow him up, the way the ocean did…

...and that was not a train of thought he needed to be boarding right now. Fethry stepped off a mental platform, letting it whiz by.

Bradford continued, neither noticing nor caring about Fethry’s inner world and its struggles. “And yet, you thought you could apply here, for a scientific position with us.” He stood up and started to circle around Fethry. “Do you know what we do here, Fethry?”

“Science?”

“Among other things.” Bradford paused behind Fethry. Fethry couldn’t quite bring himself to turn and look at him. “What we do here... let’s just say we're out to change the world.”

Bradford resumed his circle and came to a stop in front of Fethry. He let silence reign for a few seconds before speaking. “And Fethry Duck? We’re willing to give you the chance to join our ranks.”

Fethry had to swallow down dry disbelief. “Really?”

“Yes.”

Fethry’s hands were clammy as he held out his stacks of papers. His grip wasn’t shaking, but his limbs felt hollow. “You don’t even want to look at my resume first?”

“I’ve already seen it.”

He let his arms fall to his sides. His voice came out small, as if he was once again speaking from the bottom of the ocean. “Why me?”

Silence returned. Bradford considered him over his beak.

“You’re the unnoticed member of the Duck-McDuck family. Isn’t it time you had a chance to prove yourself?”

Bradford wasn’t wrong. He wanted that chance. But the implication that he was only getting this job because of his family...

Well. Wasn’t that how he got every job he ever had?

Bradford turned away from him and loomed his way back behind his desk. “Mind you, the job still isn’t much. You’ll be working in a lab on your own projects, yes. But you will remain under direct supervision for the time being. Before undertaking any venture, you are to submit a full report that outlines expected costs and outcomes, in accordance with our guidelines.”

He sat down, his back hunched to allow him to continue looming from a lower height. “The pay is minimum wage, but you can work your way up through experience. Food and board will be provided on-site, so that’s two fewer things you have to worry about.”

Fethry absent-mindedly fiddled with his kelp tie, his attention otherwise on Bradford as he continued.

“As you may have surmised, your work is to be considered top secret. For the time being, we will ask that you remain in the facilities to better learn your responsibilities. There is to be no contact with the outside world without prior approval. Otherwise, you put ourselves and the work we do at risk.”

“If you accept the job under these terms, a car will be dispatched to pick up you and any belongings you choose to bring tomorrow morning.” Bradford steepled his fingers and looked through Fethry. “Do you accept these conditions?”

Fethry had forgotten he hadn’t said yes to anything yet. He wasn’t sure how he got so caught up that he missed that.

He could bring his team with him, their jar was extremely portable. But taking this job would mean saying goodbye to Mitzy for a while… hopefully, she would understand.

He nodded, then said for emphasis, “Yes.”

“Well, then. Welcome, Fethry Duck, to…” Bradford paused again, his words trailing off into familiar silence. “... well, we’ll just call it your new place of work.”

***

There wasn’t a whole lot to do at their headquarters between missions. The funnest thing to do around here was to play all the arcade games after the kids had gone home for the day.

However, the last time Steelbeak did that he blew an entire paycheck and ended up with only 20 tickets to show for it—not even enough to trade-in for a piece of candy. That didn’t make him stupid, that made the games rigged.

Now he stuck to the actual secret parts of their secret lair, wandering the halls. His wallet stayed full and fat, but the time between missions dragged on and on.

The gun course was fun, but there was only so much offtime an agent was allowed there. Spend too much time shooting things and command would send you over to their quack shrink.

The rec room was okay, but he’d be fighting every off-duty Eggman there if he wanted to pick which channel to watch on the sole TV. Not that he wouldn’t win, but his time in the prison rec room, and the underground fighting ring’s rec room before that, taught him that victory wasn’t worth it if you couldn’t find any good shows playing.

Which is how he often ended up doing what he did right now, trailing after Heron down to the labs. He’d watch her and watch the other scientists, trying to see how what they did tied into F.O.W.L.’s big ol’ villain schemes.

Did he always understand what she was working on? No. Did she ever really try to explain it in an easily understood way? Also no. Did these trips to the labs often end with her metal hand clamped around his beak, hissing at him and calling him names? No, well, yes. Yes, it did.

… he was supposed to be going somewhere with this, but he wasn’t quite sure where. Wait, no, now he remembered.

If he wanted to someday be the one hatching the schemes, he should watch how others hatched theirs first. It was like watching the prizefighter in the ring to learn how to beat him. Some people would only hit you if you asked them for anything, so you had to watch how they did something instead.

Most of the other scientists ignored him, and he didn’t pay them much attention either. But today, a duck in a red hat waved at them as he and Heron stepped inside the lab.

“Oh, hello! I’m Fethry!” The lab coat he was wearing hung loosely on him, clearly meant for a slightly larger bird.

“O-kaaay...?” Why was he expected to care?

A grin was spreading across Heron’s face as she looked the duck up and down. Then she turned her gaze to Steelbeak as she gestured offhandedly at the duck. “Fethry is our new marine specialist. He’ll be working on some of our most important projects.”

Heron… sounded like she was trying to hold back a laugh. What, was this smart guy really good at the jokes? Or did he know a party trick or two?

And what kind of name was Fethry? Might as well have called him “Webby” since he had webbed feet.

“Say, Fethry?” He knew that tone of voice from Heron. He didn’t always know the details of what she was saying, but he knew the sweetly sharpened tone was meant to cut someone down to size.

He felt… lighter, watching that tone be aimed at someone who wasn’t him. Like he was actually in on the joke for once. He also felt the urge to move to safer ground.

Heron’s smile was wide as she continued. “Why don’t you explain to my partner, Steelbeak, what you’re working on? He loves to hear about scientific experiments in great detail. Especially if you use a lot of long words.”

Okay, maybe he was still part of the joke.

Fethry’s eyes widened—he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to widen their eyes like that until Fethry did. “I’d love to!”

“Great!” Heron said in a passable imitation of Fethry’s enthusiasm. Under her breath she added, “Maybe now I can get some real work done.”

Steelbeak’s jaw tightened as she walked away. He refocused his gaze on the red-capped duck, who was all but jumping in place.

A snort escaped him as he sat down at a table. At least if this pipsqueak tried to clamp his beak, he could just knock him into next week.

“So what are you working on?” This was still more exciting than watching the walls, after all.

Fethry laughed nervously. It had been a while since anyone paid him a significant amount of attention. “Well, at the moment I’m just filling out the request paperwork. But I’m hoping to start an experiment on delaying the eating habits of the crown of thorns starfish.”

“The what?”

“Crown of thorns starfish. It eats coral.”

“And that is?”

“Coral is like…” Fethry scratched his head. He could never remember all the big words like polyps, sessile, and Anthozoa when he needed to. “It’s like skeletons scattered across the seafloor that fish live in.”

“Really? So fish just decide to live in dead bodies.” Sounded fake, but at least it wasn’t boring.

“Well, coral is a skeleton, but it’s also alive. It’s really bad when they do die.”

“So the fish live in alive dead bodies.” This Fethry guy was talking an interesting sort of crazy.

“Skeletons, yes. Called coral. Only these sea stars eat the coral, so the fish have no place to live then.”

“Now, these sea stars start off eating algae. It’s been called the grass of the sea,” he explained before Steelbeak even had to ask. Fethry’s beak scrunched up. “Though I have to say, grass usually tastes much better.”

“How long it takes for the sea stars to go from algae to coral varies. And there’s a lot of these starfish in the ocean. If they made the switch all at once, they could do a lot of damage.”

Huh. For the guy’s first project, it had the makings of a decent scheme. “So… if you could figure out how to make them do it, you could have them eat the fish out of house and home?”

Fethry actually nodded at that. “Or if I could figure out a way to slow it down, I could buy time for the reefs to grow.”

“...huh.” He actually followed most of that. Sure in his mind, coral reefs had a lot more skulls than they normally did. But he got the gist of what Fethry was talking about.

Black Heron hummed as she worked without interruption. Fethry calculated the costs of feeding and housing a small colony of starfish, making sure to show his work. And Steelbeak imagined blackmailing a fishing village with an army of sea stars. Small potatoes when it came to true villainy, but everyone had to start somewhere.

***

It wasn’t one of Heron’s longer science sessions. She tapped at some keys, read some screens, fiddled with some gadgets, and was ready to leave in a couple of hours.

Fethry had remained in the lab, drawing up plans for a sea star’s dream home. They’d need plenty of walking room, he’d said, so he was drawing up little pathway designs. Including one for a yellow brick road.

He started to reach out a hand to Steelbeak… for what, Steelbeak wasn’t sure. His body tensed in defense.

And Fethry must have noticed because he let his hand drop to his side and just smiled instead. “Thanks for listening. I know I kind of ramble.”

Steelbeak waited a few seconds to be sure that Fethry wasn’t going to make any sudden moves. Then he gave a shrug and followed Heron out.

It hadn’t been a hardship. Listening to weird undersea stuff passed the time. It was like catching a documentary on TV, without the meatheads that would grab the remote from you and change the channel to something else.

Black Heron laughed at Fethry as soon as they left the lab. "That guy," was all she managed to say before chuckles overtook her.

Steelbeak scowled. “What? What did he say that was so funny?” Was he the butt of someone else’s joke again? He'd make him go splat, if so.

Heron regained control of herself, but she was still grinning. “He didn’t have to say anything. It’s comical that he’s even here.”

The scowl receded and his brows knit in confusion. “I don’t —”

“You don’t get it, I know. Lucky for you, I’m in a good enough mood to explain. He’s Scrooge McDuck’s nephew. You remember, the guy you were supposed to get out of the arcade?”

“The big guy who wrecked one of my suits?”

“Ugh, no! He was the one wearing a top hat.” A frown flitted across her face, but her good mood was quick to reassert itself. Past failure meant little in the face of such a hilarious triumph.

“He came to us, wanting a job. He has no idea that we’re F.O.W.L. and no idea that we’re working against everything his family stands for. We’re holding him hostage, and he has no clue.” Another peal of laughter escaped Heron.

Steelbeak let out a chuckle as well, now that he was finally in on the joke. "Ahh, I get it. Classic dum-dum. What kind of idiot doesn't know who they're working for?"

The grin on Heron’s face slipped slightly.

"This should go without saying, but I know you so I'll say it anyway. Do not tell Fethry any details of your work, your missions, what we do here. Nada. Nothing."

"Well, duh. I know that. That's why they're called secret missions."

"Steelbeak, I once saw you brag about being a secret agent at a bar to try and get a date."

"And why not! They were cute!"

“And you wonder why your recreational leave is so limited.”

“What?”

“I’m saying dumb boys don’t get a lot of outdoors time.”

“Hey!”

A smirk moved across her face before she continued. “The director wants him to remain utterly oblivious, so secrecy is of the utmost importance. He’s not going to be happy if we have to lock him up or kill him for knowing too much.”

Steelbeak did not reach for his beak. He did not feel the slight dents that remained from trying to punch his own mouth open. “And we’re not just locking him up now, why?”

“Because the Ducks are easiest to manage when they think a situation is within their control!” Her voice was raised as decades of thwarted ambitions seeped into her tone.

Steelbeak was unimpressed. He could get just as angry, and he hadn’t needed years to get to that point.

“And what if he does ask what I do here?”

“Why would he ask? You’re hardly about to engage him in some deep conversation, are you?”

He couldn’t quite meet her eyes for some reason. “Well, no, but…”

“Oh, for larceny’s sake. If it does come up and you can’t avoid answering the question, just make something up. You’re an agent, do some lying.”

“... yeah, of course. I can do that.”

***

It doesn’t really sink in until later that night, back in his room, how Fethry answered all his questions without calling him, “Stupid.”

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alrighty, let’s recap this bitch!

LAUNCHPAD! I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH! PLEASE COME BACK!

I looked up when National S’mores Day is (because I’m a nerd) and it is August 10. So either the photo later was mislabeled or, more likely, Launchpad got the wrong info

Huey with the little baby scouts is TOO CUTE!!

I wonder if Violet’s there. Probably not because she would have been hanging out with Huey if she was. Or this episode was meant to come before Challenge

It’s a baby beagle boy! I wonder if he’s there of his own will or if it is part of some plan

He scared away most of the kids! Now they won’t get to enjoy s’more-y goodness

His s’more sounds DOPE AF, though it probably would give you INSTANT DIABETES

“Aw, not even a modern robot.” MY SWEET SON!

I know it was the bully saying it, but Huey should chill a bit when it comes to doing things EXACTLY and PERFECTLY. It’s just gonna cause stress

BOYD IS BABY AND I LOVE HIM

“Would you like to be friends?” “Sure. Wow, that was easy.” If only it was always that easy

I don’t know if Huey has the JWG as memorized as he thinks, going by Challenge and Quack Pack

“We’re just kids.” “Definitely!” *uses laser eyes to light fire*

This episode does a good job showing what a trigger word/phrase is like, though I’m not sure if that was the intention

I like that a squirrel with a burnt tail scurries out of one of the trees. It’s the attention to detail that helps elevate this show

Instead of jumping out of the way or hiding Huey jumps straight onto Boyd to try and help him. Huey already sees Boyd as someone worth protecting

The kid that just runs across the screen while his hat is on fire is great

Not sure why they took the time to change before going to Gyro but whatever

BOYD IS ADORABLE AND I LOVE HIM

“I’m more than an intern, I’m a scientist.” I feel like this might be hinting at Fenton’s arc for the season, possibly wanting to be seen more as a scientist than a superhero

I’m gonna pretend that using sunglasses on someone who is shooting lasers out of their eyes is a Cyclops reference. And they look pretty dope too

At least Fenton knows when he is in over his head...this time

Gyro trying to climb up on the table to avoid Boyd was kind of funny. And then him protecting himself with Lil Bulb

“Which one?” Manny is DONE with this shit

“Boyd? What idiot called it that?” Even when he’s not there, Gyro can still burn Mark lol

I figured 2-BO was a reference to something but wasn’t sure what. Apparently it’s a bit of a play on the name of Astro Boy’s in-universe creator’s son. Neat

Huey stays in between Gyro and Boyd to protect Boyd

Fenton’s face cracks me up. There are NO THOUGHTS in this man’s head lol

“You were an intern like me?” “Nothing like you.” Damn Gyro, why so salty?

I don’t know why Fenton is so surprised that Gyro was an intern. I feel like that’s a pretty standard thing

LOVE IS STORED IN THE BOYD

It make me sad when Gyro mentions how many times Boyd’s core programing was altered. Poor baby doesn’t really get a say in what happens to him

“ROAD TRIP!” Huey, you do these kinds of things ALL THE TIME. I feel like he should be used to this by now

“YOU’RE not going. GIZMODUCK is.” Does Gyro see Fenton and Gizmoduck as separate entities or is this just a no, but yes type of joke?

Huey standing up for Boyd is so sweet. They barely know each other but Huey trusts him

When the episode doesn’t have the theme song you KNOW shit’s ‘bout to go down

I wonder who’s flying the plane. My guess is Launchpad because Della would have been cooing over Huey making a new friend and go into embarrassing mom mode. He probably went of on his own adventure or did tourist things like buying collectables. Or maybe Gyro flew them there. Who knows

As many people have said, the art direction and animation for this episode are BEAUTIFUL. I love the pink tint the lighting has in most of the episode

SAILOR MOON CONFIRMED CANON

I bet Mark Beaks is a Sailor Moon fan

I like that the in-universe Sailor Moon is a bunny because Usagi is Japanese for rabbit

I love that going incognito nowadays means you wear a hat, a hoodie, and sunglasses. Boyd looks good in red (though red is my favorite color so I might be biased)

Gyro-takes one step and the fuzz shows up. NOICE

I like detective lady. She has a cool design

Huey and Fenton are awful at acting casual

“Crimes?” Oh my sweet Hubert. I’m pretty sure most if not all of Scrooge’s employees have had run ins w/ The Law

Gyro is like, move I’m gay

“I’m here on a very important...field trip.” ALL THE KIDS NEED A GYRO FIELD TRIP LIKE HOW THE GAANG GOT ZUKO FIELD TRIPS

Lil Bulb said FUCK THE POLICE

I wonder what it actually says

Fenton just watches as the inspector chases Lil Bulb

Seriously though, Fenton does a bunch of silly stuff in the background and this episode warrants a rewatch SOLELY for him

How did Lil Bulb know where to find them? And how did he shake off the inspector? I want to see his little adventure

FOR SCIENCE!

“Blah!” *arm armor attaches* I want this joke to come back

Fenton and Huey INSTANTLY nerd out. I love them

Fenton being a Gyro fanboy is ADORABLE

“AH, DUST IN MY EYE! The dust of GENIUS!” What a dweeb lol

I like that Fenton keeps the arm on for the whole scene

Poor Boyd, he looks so scared

Huey going into protective big brother mode

Doofus continues to be equal parts hilarious and disturbing

Where are their parents? Like, someone should be looking after these kids! ESPECIALLY DOOFUS!

“Do you need a hug?” I SURE FUCKING DO

Mark is such a prick lol

“NO WAY, A ROBOT BOY! DREAMS DO COME TRUE!” YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT DREAM YOU COCKWAFFLE

SOMEONE HUG THIS CHILD! BECAUSE I CANNOT!

“Seems like the little guy’s had it tough.” MY POOR BABY

Lil Bulb gets SO PISSED he blew a fuse

You really shouldn’t have left them alone, Gyro

Why does Fenton automatically jump to superhero for Boyd? I mean the theme of the episode is letting Boyd choose who he wants to be so of course Fenton would have his own idea of what Boyd should be, but why go straight to superhero? Do you want superbros, Fenton?

Huey already realises this might be a bad idea, because he’s more concerned about Boyd as a person rather than Boyd as a machine

“IN RETROSPECT WE PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE USED THE FIRST HOLE” Fenton, you dumbass genius

Dr. Akita’s setup made me laugh. I DIED when he “enhanced” the image

I recognized the character on the chips though I don’t know their name. I’m more of a western animation fan, so many of the references probably flew pass me

BOOP

I also have a key on my laptop that flies off (it’s the u key)

I LOVE BABY GYRO! It’s so cool they went with his og look (minus the red hair) to show him younger

I LOVE THE OUTLAW COUPLE! SO COOL! SO HOT!

Huey is so DONE with Fenton

I love the stupid G pose he does. PLEASE HAVE HIM DO IT AGAIN. PREFERABLY WHEN DW IS NEARBY

Such a polite boy

“My bones are metal!” This line and Boyd’s catchphrase of “Hi, I’m Boyd/2-BO, a definitely real boy!” reminded me of Olaf. The end of the episode gives Boyd even MORE Olaf parallels

Gizmoduck sliding by those boxes was cool

How did Gizmoduck get himself unstuck from that alley?

I loved the double take the female outlaw does

Huey is TRAUMATIZED

I legit thought Boyd was gonna light the oil on fire the first time I watched and I was like that won’t help

“So, what do we do now?” “I...don’t know.” This is why you don’t leave babies alone to fight criminals

Boyd reminded me of Calculester from Monster Prom when he asked the lady to return the money

STOP LEAVING THE CHILDREN ALONE! THEY ARE BABIES! THEY AREN’T EVEN TEENS!

“Why do we always fight when we’re on vacation?” Because this is Ducktales and there is no such thing as a normal vacation

Lil Bulb just kicking his lil feet

The “lab” safety poster made me chuckle. Then I remembered Akita is also a dog and I laughed more

LITTLE BABY GYRO GRADUATING! My guess is his professor/dean/principal influenced him on a personal level and is partially the reason Boyd is a parrot

Lil Helper blueprints. Nice reference to the og series

Has anyone talked about the poster with the cogs and the dogman in old-timey clothes that says GIZMOS on it? I think it’s a Dr. Who reference

IDEALISTIC GYRO AND BOYD IS TOO CUTE!

How did he NOT notice the second hole in the wall?

That is a surplus of handcuffs. Do you think she uses them for...fun times?

“I’m just a guy! With very bruisable skin!”

Poor misunderstood Gyro inventions

Boyd just politely waves at everyone

Huey is WAY calmer than I would be if I got lost in an unfamiliar city

Boyd says FUCK WORK

I love Huey stimming. Really hope Disney will let them confirm in words that Huey is autistic

Is it more common for two kids to wonder around by themselves in Tokyo? Because as an American I find it super stressful and would want to find their parents so they could be safer

THE BUNNY! AND THEN THE KITTIES!

Do cats just take buses on their own in Tokyo?

CHERRY BLOSSOM TIME BITCHES

“And I know what you’re thinking, what about ninjas?” I am ALWAYS wondering about ninjas

I like that Huey finally has a friend who shares the same interests and doesn’t mind info dumps

“Boyd, I don’t think you’re a killer robot. You’re just a kid.” “Aw, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” T_T

I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD

I like Boyd’s motief

Akita is us after the quarantine

When he complained about being stiff I was like mood

I like his Green Goblin disc thingy

The other people don’t give a shit about Boyd just FLYING DOWN WITH HIS ROCKET FEET!

Gyro shows up *dramatic wind*

His tablet has a duckie on it. I wounder if they have a Mac/PC thing going on with Waddle and what brand the duckie represents

When the adults argue and Boyd gets all sad and scared I FELT THAT

Huey doing his best to keep Boyd calm and defend him SO PURE

OH GOD HELP THIS POOR CHILD!

HUEY IS A GOOD BOY AND A GOOD FRIEND

“Because of you I’ve become an outcast.” I feel like you did that to yourself

ANIME HAIR POOF

ngl, that shit was TERRIFYING

“You don’t have to do what Akita tells you. Do what I tell you.” So close

“INTERN! FIGHT BETTER!”

Huey must weigh NOTHING if Gyro can pick him up

Akita’s tail looks like a cinnamon roll

Huey always finding that hidden info

The gibberish Gyro says is great

BOYD SAYS IT BECAUSE GYRO TOLD HIM THAT!

THAT HUG!!!

HOW DARE AKITA HURT BABY GYRO AND SWEET BABY BOYD?!

PROTECTIVE PAPA GYRO

NEEEEERRRRRRRD FIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

“You’ll never invent anything worthwhile.” LIL BULB HAS ENTERED THE FIGHT

Are doggos recyclable?

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGS

Blue eyes=good robot

ANOTHER HUG

Be Only Yourself, Dude

I like that basically Gyro admitted that he was like Fenton if Fenton hadn’t had support

“That’s not technically how doctorites work, BUT I DON’T CARE!” Do you think Gyro doesn’t have his doctorate or do you think he assumed Fenton already had one?

“The hugging is a ‘just for today’ thing.” YOU CANNOT STOP THE HUG TRAIN!

“Leave. Now.”

Are they gonna go to the plane?

This season has been consistently knocking it out of the park! I’m a SLUT for backstory episodes, so I enjoyed this one a lot. I loved seeing Gyro when he had hope and faith in the world. It SUCKS that Akita took that away from him. Hopefully Gyro will see things slightly less cynical now. Fenton was a dweeb the whole episode and I love him for it. Boyd is SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS and in NO WAY deserved the treatment he got. I have a feeling there is more to Boyd’s creation/Dr.Akita that we’ll get later on. Huey was ADORABLE this episode. It’s really sweet to see him hangout with someone who gets him. Everyone deserves to have at least one friend like that. The fight scene was GORGEOUS! SO FLUID! I really loved this one and I hope we get more Team Science episodes because these characters play really well off each other.

#ducktales #dt spoilers #a bit later than normal but oh well

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wiz-witch · 4 years

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DuckTales 2017 3x01: Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchuck!

Hm... do I watch the episode now or work on the fic I wanted to post before this was released but didn’t because I got distracted by eggs...

... [click]

Launchpad, I would die for you

KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Della and Donald are the best parents

Donald is a mood

Oh, it’s a bridging ceremony!

...[looks around confused] Wow why did my inner Girl Scout just come out

Huey, you’re a dork and I love you

I don’t know what made me happier: seeing Violet having two dads or Lena calling Violet her sister

Poor Huey

“Dewey’s Brother” Launchpad. Really. Don’t.

...Wait, why can’t they both be Senior Woodchucks? It’s not like Boy Scouts only let one boy per troop (pack?) be an Eagle Scout, right?

...[starts texting]

Wow, you can see Huey’s confidence draining

...Awesome, my internet froze

DELLA’S IN THE INTRO

Ooh, short intro

Kalldasjh;kldjlkadsjlkj she’s untying him!

Only funny because some people thought she was hogtying him

I love Louie being supportive

“A Woodchuck mustn’t be late” Okay, but...you were late to the ceremony

Scrooge...

The Woodchucks are older than Scrooge?

That book is in really good condition considering its age and the fact Scrooge supposedly read it a lot

Seriously, no matter how good of care you take of it, it will start falling apart at some point

...Calling it: she’s related to Webby or the Ducks

Lol, just yank the map off

...what the f*ck is outside.

Oh, it’s Kevin

Scrooge, there’s a distracting thing outside and I’m pretty sure at least half your audience legitimately has ADHD

I love how he used Violet’s as an example. Also love how the flags are freaking color coded

Lena is the best sisterly influence, I’m sure their dads are proud

Autistic babeys

Also, why do I feel like this is going to end in a tie or in a situation like the Wizards of Waverly Place finale (one only wins because the other essentially gave up the win)

Signs say...:

Duckburg

St. Canard

Garbable(?)

Monacrow

Gumption (from “Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!”)

Pato Pisco

Carnivora

Tokyolk

Macaw (from “House of the Lucky Gander!”)

Okay, it is not that easy to take apart a pin

...that’s oddly cute despite it being smack talk

I love the severe tonal differences

...Uh, Frank... How did this get past the censors?

Della, dear, mosquitoes need to die

......Wait, is this the stupid Arcuian bird song??

And also being under a tree is a bad idea

This is hilarious to me mostly because this is legitimately what rain feels like to me, though instead of shocks, it’s a positive charge

Wait, Huey’d gotten ahead!

That... That unnatural cut was actually supposed to be there? That is such a weird cut...

That’s actually kinda cute that Huey’s little song sounded like the one Dewey was singing

...Hey, Donald, Della, are you two going to get your kids some therapy at any point?

This is worse than I expected

Also I know we learned the VA of this thing, but I can’t remember the name but his voice sounds familiar

I love that Huey clearly recognizes that he’s losing it

It’s a friend!

Okay, we’re at two screams... let’s see how much Huey screams this season!

Oh neat, we’re allowed to show the kids having pocket knives.

...[writes something down]

Huey, sweetie, baby...

I love how she calls him Hubert

...the duck looked like Donald

........Is this legal?

This season is going to be a delight

Three screams

Physics!

Huey, you’re not supposed to be losing it this quickly. We have a whole season to get through

I’m sure David had fun doing that

ka;lk;dskjfl;kajdlfjdskl

Seriously, Huey’s going to need therapy before this episode ends, let along this sea--four screams

Lol, her feet are curling around his shoulders like a real bird

Aw, sweet baby

I love how they make such a big deal out of the “look out for a fellow Woodchuck” thing considering Girl Scouts has a similar thing but I quit due to bullying from my troop

Awkward head pat

Della is a good mom and I love her

Ofc Launchpad has a million

Seriously, they can only have new Senior Woodchuck a year? That is so stupid

The what.

Huey, this is stupid

It’s gonna be empty

“My name is Dewey” and you’re adorable

...you have gotta be f*cking kidding me

wait, what?

Welp. Can’t see what comes next. I’m going to go see if Quack Pack is avaliable, and if it isn’t, I’m going to lie down and work on my fic until I pass out

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales season 3

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archiesoniconline · 3 years

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To Doctor Quack: Do your kids want to become doctors like you when they grow up?

Dr. Quack: *laughs a bit* Ahh, not quite. Hubert does. Duane, well, he knows exactly what he wants to be. Just that changes every day. Louise is pretty young, she usually gives the normal answers from a little girl. Ballet dancer, actor, vet… Hmm… I guess that last one is Doctor-ish!

#archie sonic online #character ask #ask #dr. horatio quentin quack #hubert quack #duane quack #louise quack

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technicolorpestilence · 6 years

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He doesn’t let them leave his sight, the triplets are due any day now and Donald knows it. He’s done his research, studying all the basics on hatching ducklings; what to do and what not to do. With that knowledge, he creates a comfortable environment for the boys to hatch in, swaddled to the core with blankets and ensuing warmth.

He refuses to let this one slip through his fingers. Della may be gone, but he’ll be damned if he let anything happen to her children. They will live to see the stars if he has anything to do with it.

The eggs take an approximate 24 hours to hatch. He doesn’t sleep, as evidenced by his bloodshot eyes. Since the first pip happens- a telltale sign the arduous process of hatching is about to begin- he hovers over the pram, camera on his phone at the ready. He films every movement, it’s tedious but he’s trembling with too much anticipation to care. He’s never felt more nervous. He’s imagined this moment many times, but Della’s there and Scrooge, he’s not alone like he is now.

The next few hours are spent with baited breath. His phone is unsteady, the footage shaking as he tries to compose himself with little success. His fingers are itching to hold them, but he restrains himself. They need to do this on their own. He’s read every article on the subject, they all recommend the same. He’s conflicted, but reluctantly listens.

The hours blur together, he’s unsure what time it is when the first crack occurs. His heart nearly leaps from his chest in his excitement. His tail wiggles. In just mere hours, he’ll be an uncle.

From then on, Donald watches for every miniature movement. He inspects every tiny crack with wide expectant eyes. The hours dredge on and his excitement starts to wane as exhaustion settles in to claim him. Still, he keeps a vigilant watch, never straying farther than the kitchen for a cup of coffee to stimulate himself enough to keep his eyes open.

Another hour inches by at a snails pace, it’s excruciating. His hand is cramping and he’s almost dropped his phone a few times, fumbling fingers catching it just in the nick of time before he has to replace the screen. His feathers are disheveled; clumped and matted together with sweat. It’s been a few days since he’d showered. He glances at the clock, yawns and stretches, then goes for another refill.

He starts to nod off when the first shell finally breaks, jostling him awake. He’s on his feet in an instant, camera app open. He gasps, hand cupping his bill to muffle his cry as the duckling inside wrestles its way out of the quivering egg. Donald’s eyes are wet, he’s so tiny and fluffy. A sob escapes him, he’s never seen anything more beautiful and delicate in all his life.

The fluffy little duck is barely out of its shell before Donald lets himself into the camera frame. He’s overcome with emotion and jubilantly scoops the duckling up, peppering his head with fervent kisses. Tears glisten in his eyes as he looks down at his nephew with a watery smile. Little Hubert is here.

It’s only approximately three seconds before the next duckling tumbles out of his shell, raring to go and take the world by storm. Dewford squawks in protest as Donald lifts him from the pram, giving him the same treatment as Huey. He swaddles both ducklings in a nearby blanket and turns to the third and final egg, patiently waiting for his youngest nephew.

10 minutes pass, the darling sure is taking his sweet time. Donald’s starting to get worried. There hadn’t been any activity since the first pip. He listens closely, but is only met with a quiet stillness in his ear. He swallows his unease and assures himself that the little one just needs a little extra time. He’s a late hatcher is all. He settles down beside the egg, his nephews in his lap and continues to wait, sporadically glancing at the clock on the wall.

Twenty minutes pass, now thirty. He pauses the video. His stomach churns, dread filling him. He’s panicking, the duckling should’ve hatched by now. Should he sit on it? Does it need more warmth? He combs his hands through his feathers, grabbing at fist fulls. He wishes she were here, for a fleeting moment he even wishes for Scrooge so he doesn’t have to face this alone. He knows he can’t help his nephew hatch, the duckling may die if he interferes. His heart is racing and he can feel tears pricking against his eyes. He does the only thing he can do. Gingerly, he gathers the egg in his arms and cradles it, rocking slightly on his heels. He closes his eyes and rests his head on top of the shell, praying to any entity out there that the wee one make it. He can’t lose another part of his family, another part of her.

The egg in his arms fades into a flashing screen, SIGNAL LOST blinking in bright red letters as static from the transmission blares in his ears.

His throat feels tight, sobs push their way through as he sits rocking the dud, helpless against the forces of nature. He latches onto the egg like a lifeline, he can’t bring himself to let go of it, her child. He’s failed her. He couldn’t keep them safe, he couldn’t keep her safe. He suddenly feels a small hand brush against his cheek. Blinking back tears, he opens his eyes to see one of the ducklings patting his face. Huey gurgles and cooes gibberish to reassure him as he strokes his uncle’s feathers. Dewey babbles and waves his arms around, oblivious to the his dilemma. Donald sniffs and holds them closer, sobbing harder.

Suddenly, the egg jerks forward in his grasp. Donald’s eyes fly open, he looks down and they instantly widen. It’s cracking, 45 minutes later and the egg is hatching! He snaps back to reality and grabs his camera. A mixture between a laugh and sob escapes him as the duckling inside finally emerges, safe and sound and very much alive. Llewelyn blinks slowly and stares up at him lazily. Words seem to fail him and all he can do is gather his nephew into his tight embrace, hiccuping and choking back tears, although they’ve already tracked through his feathered cheeks.

Louie quacks in protest and squirms as his uncle’s tears plop onto his fuzzy head. Donald’s just so relieved he’s okay.

#something I wrote awhile back as a warm up #could be better but oh well #I’m kinda satisfied with it??#louie baby don’t scare your uncle like that #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #donald duck #huey dewey and louie #fanfiction #hatch day: a stressfull time for all #my shit #duck feels

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ducklooney · 3 years

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Dewey Duck from Quack Pack - Icons

I've posted pictures of the Louie Duck icon from Quack Pack a long time ago, so this time I'm posting a photo of the Dewey Duck icon from Quack Pack. And that from the episode "I.O.U. and U.F.O.", starring Dewey Duck. Although I prefer Louie from Quack Pack, as far as Donald's nephews are concerned, Dewey Duck was also great in that series, especially in the episodes in which he had the lead role. Yes, the best episodes in which Dewey Duck was great were the episodes “Ducklaration of Independence” and “I.O.U. and U.F.O.”. In the episode "I.O.U. and U.F.O.", Dewey Duck took an interest in the aliens and explored their tracks in the Arizona desert. However, he was ridiculed by his uncle and his brothers, but he did not give up and continued to investigate. Although the aliens appeared there, Dewey learned that it was not them, but a projection from a local at the time, Shorty Hollow, who wanted to deceive many people. Eventually Dewey’s brothers will get Dewey out of trouble. Still, check out that episode, if you haven’t already.

As with Louie Duck, I put a photo of the icons (icons of Dewey Duck) here, although some are more repetitive. So if someone needs it, feel free to use it, but for GOOD PURPOSES, NOT FOR NEGATIVE. Yes, all the impressions and feelings from the middle triplet (blue triplet) from one episode in one picture (five pictures actually). That is all. I hope to create icons for other characters and cartoons and comics, if I have the opportunity.

Of course, those who love this version of Dewey Duck and love this duck, feel free to like this or reblog this.

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goofyrpmaniacs · 9 months

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Z: *smiles and follows Roxanne*

Hubert* *quacks happily*

Rose: *comes back again*...gotta...sit somewhere. *sits on a bench*

#goofyrpmaniacs

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peachhoneii · 6 years

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Mediation Period

A/N: I didn’t want Donald to be alone on the day his nephews hatched.

Louie waited 48 minutes to hatch. At ten minutes Donald had the engine revving with Dewey and Huey buckled securely in their seat-belts. Good thing he wasn't alone.

“It’s perfectly normal for eggs to take up to an hour to hatch.” Daisy drummed her knees nervously, studying the anxious lines making rounds near Donald’s beak and eyes, “It took June thirty minutes to hatch.”

Donald fisted one hand into the other, pushing them up under his beak in anticipation. He rocked gently, staring at the last unhatched egg, “It’s been thirty-five minutes.” Daisy winced.

“Yes.” Daisy agreed - there wasn’t anything else for her to say, “Sometimes, an egg can take up to an hour and a half,” she reminded him, “remember what the doctor said?”

“I remember what the doctor said.” His replied was coated in a pitch where his voice tightened, strengthened, and suddenly relaxed at the last minute, “But in that hour she also said there were chances for developmental and physical complications.”

Her stares fluttered from his anxious bobble to the opposite nest where two ducklings slept soundly, snuggled around each other. Only a thirty-seven minutes old and they seemed to settle right into the life of a sibling. Huey - dressed in a warm, Greft scented red onesie snuggled against Dewey, whose blue onesie seemed to bunch and wrinkle under his fitful movements.

Daisy chuckled. Her chuckled flat-lined into a sharp inhale, “If an hour passes without any changes,” her nails twisted on her exposed knees “then we’ll take the boys and egg to the hospital for an earlier than planned visit.”

Donald nodded, “Fifty minutes,” his exhausted rimmed stare made her stomach curl from the inside out, “if it passes fifty minutes we’ll take them to the hospital.”

“Okay,” Daisy agreed.

It felt like an eternity, but the forty-five minute mark was hit in an expected manner. Donald remained put, never leaving their side, and his gentle, steady rocks started to increase in their vitality. He was almost frantic, and she watched feathers pop off his skin in stress. Whatever she might’ve said to comfort him would’ve fallen on deaf ears, and she decided it was best to make sure the keys and cellphone were in safe distance of each other.

She ruffled through the kitchen’s drawers, searching for where she left her spare phone. In a fit of anger, she couldn’t remember why - probably something Donna had told her, she smashed the original against the wall and hastily purchased its replacement for an additional $125.00. Her keys were where she left them last, and she snatched them off the wall ring, heading back to her living room floor when she heard Donald’s, “Get the camera!”

Her box braids rattled on her back as she dashed back. Grabbing the camera off the coffee table, and she let out a tiny gasp as the third egg began to hatch.

“When did it start?” Gasping, she hoisted the heavy camera on her shoulder, leaning in for a better view, “Oh gosh, oh gosh, Donald you have the towel, right?”

“Yeah!” Towel visible in hand, he kneeled in front of the slowly cracking egg, “Come on, buddy, come on.”

A little to the left, a little to the right, and there it was, a single crack at the head of the egg. And then another. And then another. In slow, patient succession the shell chipped away. They stood in eager fascination, hearing the weak quack-cries signifying the infant lived. The egg toppled forward. Donald and Daisy gasped.

“Donnie, I think he’s stuck.”

“You’re right.” He smacked his lips, “What should we do?”

“Um. Um.” She thought quickly, balancing the heavy camera on her shoulder, “I have an unused kit in my purse. There’s a pair of tweezers.”

Donald followed her instructions in a hurry, finding the medium sized plastic container, and beside it an unopened Snicker’s bar, “Seriously, Daisy,” stuffing it back into her purse, she tsked at him in slight annoyance, “so what do I now?”

Seated back, the infant tried to claw his way up, but was too weak. He gave up in less than a second. Donald tucked the towel underneath him.

“Start with the broken parts first,” Daisy instructed, shifting the camera on her other arm. “Be gentle, you don’t want to go too quickly,” she watched as Donald started to pick inch by inch, flicking away the shell in various locations. He was cautious, as cautious as he could be, but his right hand didn’t stop jittering.

Daisy stared, “Donald.”

“Yes, Daisy?” Another loud crack and a chunk of egg white fell into the nest. The baby snored.

“Give me the tweezers.”

Their exchange was quick. Donald hoisted the camera on his shoulder, and Daisy kneeled in front of the nest. She tucked the towel beneath the baby, and snapping the tweezers, she chipped the shell for easier access.

“Come on baby,” tickling his chubby little chin, “come on, you need to wiggle out for Aunt Daisy.”

“I think he’s moving.” Donald pointed, “Y’see? Look at his little legs.”

“Hold the camera still, Donnie.”

“Sorry.”

She moved fast, but efficiently. She tickled the baby’s under belly until she coaxed him to wiggle his way out, and his annoyed whimpers, sleep must have been peaceful, brought giggles to their lips.

“Ah-ha!” The tweezers fell to the floor, and she wrapped him completely into the towel, wiping the residual membrane off his fuzzy, little body. His whimpers dissolved into tears, “Oh, oh, I’m sorry little fella,” she found the green onesie Donald had set outside, “y’know, he really does look like a Llewellyn.”

“Heh.” He stopped the recording, setting the camera on the table, and sat beside them, “He seems to be breathing okay.”

“I think he’s just lazy,” Daisy chuckled. She caressed his downy feathers, grazing through their grazen fields, “Oh man, this is soft, like crazy - super soft. I love duckling feathers.”Able to rest at last, they watched the youngest triplet quack a small yawn as he turned turned into Daisy’s waiting breast. Donald grinned weakly. The morning’s adrenaline pumped at a less feverish speed, and he slumped against the worn couch, pretending the odd springs weren’t pushing into his back.

“Llewellyn.” Daisy hummed, rubbing Louie’s back gently, “And Hubert, and Dewford,” she positioned him in an upright position over her shoulder, letting her smile broaden a little, “I’ll admit Della had unique tastes.”

Donald’s grin faltered, sinking beneath a rage of poorly restrained rage. “I wish she had better tastes to stick around,” rolling near them, he rubbed one of Louie’s toes, “she knew better. She knew.”

“She planned to come back, Donald.” Even as she spoke them, Daisy tested her belief. Gazing at Louie and his brothers nearby, she couldn’t imagine what pushed Della into believing an experimental rocket trip was feasible, “She lost sight of things. That’s all.”

“And now, she’s lost,” Donald scoffed. Anger flashed across his features briefly until a tidal wave of exhaustion overcame him. He went to nest, bundling Huey and Dewey to his chest, and sat beside them.

“Donald?” Several minutes passed, they were fast asleep in their arms, “Hey, Donnie?”

He opened his left eye, also dozing off, “Yeah, Daisy?”

“You’re not alone.” A faint blush crossed her features and grew brighter the longer she spoke, “I’m here. I’ll do my best. We can do this.”

Donald wanted to stop her. He wanted to correct her, but he sighed instead, a ghost of a smile peeling over his beak, “Yeah,” he shifted on the position until their shoulders touched, “we’ll do it.”

“They’ll be happy,” she yawned.

Louie whined sleepily at the sound, but made no further movements. Huey stirred weakly in his arm. Dewey’s almost inaudible snores sped through like whistles. Donald’s grimace fractured into a partial grin.

For now, this was acceptable, Donald decided. He snuggled them close, relieved to hear their steady heartbeats, and maybe, just maybe, a tear or two freed themselves from his eyes.

“And safe,” he murmured.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #donald duck #della duck #huey dewey and louie #scrooge mcduck #daisy duck #donsy #mywriting #duckfiction

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singingvio · 6 years

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Dewford Duck and Webbigail Van Der Quack are Tougher Than the Toughies.

Dewey is physically the most resilient to stuff out of the triplets, and is constantly looking for adventures. He survives a lot of things that normal people can’t, like an attack from a money shark. Also, you have to be really strong to swim in money. Webbie is a ninja child. And she can also swim in money.

Hubert Duck is Smarter Than the Smarties. He knows pretty much everything, and has an answer to everything at some point. Using his large mind and Junior Woodchuck’s Guidebook, he’s able to keep his family safe from harm. he’s also the only person other than Louie that knows when to quit.

And most importantly, as Scrooge put it:

Llewellyn Duck is Sharper Than the Sharpies.

He can come up with schemes, plans, and mischevious plots on the spot, and really good ones, too. That’s how he earns money, he comes up with a plan and carries it out.

WE’VE FOUND THEM.

IMMA DRAW SOMETHING TO GO WITH THIS.

#huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #webbie van der quack

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janetbrown711 · 6 years

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“Just give me one more chance Donald and daisy

"Just give me one more chance," Donald sat across from Daisy at a café. He hadn't quite expected all of his old feelings to resurface the moment they started talking, but they did. "Well... Alright then," Daisy nodded. "Wait- what?" Donald blinked. "I'll give you another shot," Daisy smiled. "You don't have a boyfriend?" Donald baffled. Daisy laughed."Nope. Not at the moment, but that can always change," Daisy's eyes sparkled and Donald just laughed like an idiot, which made Daisy laugh too. "So, what do you want to do?""Well we could uh..." Donald about it, "We could take a walk by the docks," he suggested. "Just like old times hm? Alright," Daisy grabbed her purse and stood up. Donald adjusted his hat and they left the café together. "So what have you been up to?" Daisy put on her favorite white sunglasses. "Oh you know, working and taking care of the boys," Donald said."The boys? Oh, you mean your nephews. How are they?" Daisy asked. "Oh you know, wild and sneaky as little boys can be. They're more like their mom every day," he laughed. "Oh speaking of their mother, how is she?" Daisy smiled at him, and his smile faded. She didn't know. It had been ten years and he forgot to tell her. How could he have forgotten to tell her?! Maybe he was just too distracted at the time- whatever. He had to tell her now. "Della... Is gone," was all he said. Daisy's smile faded and she nodded. "I see... I'm so sorry Donnie," she spoke softly. "I should've told you sooner. You two were really close," he looked out at the docks. "Its alright, you were busy," Daisy nodded. They walked quietly for a bit before he decided to change the subject. "So what have you been doing?" Donald inquired. "Well I opened up my own boutique in St. Canard, so that's always keeping me busy," Daisy shrugged, "though as much as I love it, I do appreciate a day off every now and then," she smiled. Donald blushed. "Hehe... No problem," Donald scratched the back of his head when he thought that he heard laughter of three little ducks. Donald turned around, but saw no one besides sailors. "Something wrong?" Daisy turned. "No, just thought I heard someone," Donald returned and they continued on. "Someone huh? Is it the police? Did they finally catch you?" Daisy put her hands on her hips and chuckled. "Still sassy as ever," Donald chuckled too. "I should hope so. I did win 'Most Sassy' in the yearbook," she smirked. "And you wear it with pride," he smirked back. They looked at eachother and started laughing. "Just like highschool," she laughed. "Just like highschool," he reminisced. Their laughs faded into smiles. "Actually, there is one difference between now and highschool," Daisy took off her sunglasses, and Donald saw a shimmer in her eye. "And that is?" Donald raised an eyebrow."I haven't kissed you yet, but that's easily fixed," she smiled. "Yes- wait what-?" Donald didn't have time to think before Daisy grabbed him and they shared a passionate kiss. "There we go. Now it's just like it was," she turned back toward the sunset looking quite pleased. "Hahaha... Yup," Donald laughed dizzily. He could've sworn he heard the snickering of children coming from behind one of those benches..."Hm... Maybe it's time to get you home. You seem a bit dizzy there," Daisy looked at Donald. "Hm? Oh no no I'm fine," he reasurred. "How about start heading back anyway? Where do you live?" Daisy turned off of the docks so he followed. "Oh uh... On a houseboat at McDuck Manor?" Donald bit his lip. "McDuck Manor? As in your uncle Scrooge McDuck?! Man, it must be amazing to be related to someone that famous and glorious," Daisy jumped. "Sure..." he nodded along. "You have to introduce me!" Daisy grabbed his hand, "c'mon lets go! This will be amazing for my business," she started running. "Gah! Slow down! Slow down!" Donald quacked and they stopped at a cross walk. "Sorry there, got excited," she started panting. "That seems like something you would do," he nodded, "so have you kept in touch with anybody else from highschool?" Donald asked. "Well me and Minnie Mouse still keep in touch, even though she's basically a celebrity now. Don't even get me started on Mickey. I can't look anywhere without seeing something with him on it," Daisy waved her hand with sass. "Ah, I see," Donald nodded again. "What about you? Did you keep in touch with anyone?" the light turned green and they kept walking. "Well... I was in touch with Goofy and Mick for awhile but I was busy going on adventures with Della and Scrooge until I had to take care of the boys," Donald shrugged. "Ah," Daisy nodded, "just a few more blocks until we get there?" "Yep," Donald said. As they walked Donald kept looking over his shoulder but saw no one. He couldve sworn he heard snickering and whispers. Daisy stopped as they approached the gate of the manor. "Woah... Is this even real?" Daisy walked right up to the gate. "You can touch it. It's not electric," Donald said. "Wait really?" she looked at him. "Go ahead," he gestured. Daisy smiled and touched the gate. "Wow! This gate even feels rich! This is amazing!" Daisy jumped up and down. "Would you like to go in?" Donald questioned. "Oh would I?" Daisy swooned. "Alright step away from the gate," Donald rolled his eyes and pushed the intercom. "Mrs Beakly speaking," the intercom buzzed. "Its me Donald. I'm coming with a friend," He spoke into it. "Ah, alright," the intercom buzzed again and the gate slowly opened."Wow," Daisy went and held his hand. "Shall we?" he looked smugly at her. "We shall," she returned the look and they walked up to the door and entered the manor and were greeted by none other than Mrs. B herself. "Welcome to McDuck Manor miss. What is your name?" she asked. "Oooh, he has a maid?" Daisy admired Mrs. B."Daisy," Donald said. Beakly nodded. "Welcome Miss Daisy," Beakly gestured for them to come further in and she closed the door behind them. "Wow! This place is even bigger on the inside!" Daisy looked around at all of the painting and carpets and... Well everything. "You'd be surprised... Mrs. B, where are the boys?" Donald asked. "Oh they went out and about. They should be back soon," Beakly nodded at Donald and left the room. "I should have guessed," Donald said. "Huh?" Daisy turned her head. "The boys were following us on our date," he chuckled. "Oh were they now? You weren't kidding when you said they're like their mother," she laughed. "Yep," he snickered, when suddenly he heard a loud thud come from a nearby room, followed by shushes. "Well speak of the devil," he gestured for Daisy to follow him as he opened the door to the room where all four of the children were all in a pile by the window. "Hey Uncle Donald," Huey nervously smiled at him. "We totally weren't just sneaking out to follow you just so you know," Dewey smiled too. "Hey, is that Daisy?" Louie pointed to the woman by Donalds side. "Daisy? As in Daisy Duck!" Webby scrambled up. "That's me," Daisy looked at Donald uneasily as the girl proceeded to talk about who she was to the boys "You didn't say anything about a niece," she whispered. "She isn't my niece. She's the maids granddaughter," he whispered back. "Oh, I see," she slowly nodded. "Webby, maybe you should calm down and let Uncle Donald introduce us to her instead," Huey said with a rather calm tone. "Right! Okay!" and just like that she stood perfectly still. "Okay... Huey, Dewey, Louie, this is Daisy. Daisy this is Huey, Dewey and Louie," he pointed to each triplet as he said their names. Daisy nodded. "Hello! I'm glad to meet you boys," she smiled. "Are you gonna date our uncle?" Louie raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh uh, maybe?" she flickered at Donald nervously, but put on a smile anyway. "Oh and this is Webby," Donald pointed to her. "Hi!" Webby waved. "Hello," Daisy waved back. "Well now... I'm going to take Daisy to the houseboat. Only come if you need me," Donald started walking out of the room before adding, "and i mean really need me.""Yes Uncle Donald," the three said in perfect unison. "You bet!" Webby cheerfully said. Donald nodded, taking Daisy's hand and taking her over to the houseboat, where they sat on chairs on the deck and watched the sun set behind the manor."So... Huey Dewey and Louie? That's what she named them?" Daisy raised an eyebrow. "Well... Your sister named hers April, May, and June. You gotta admit that's a little tacky too," Donald pointed out. "I suppose that's true... But are those their real names?" she asked again. "Well their real names are... Hubert, Duford, and Llewellyn," Donald sheepishly said. "Wait... Della Duck named her three sons... Hubert... Duford... And Llewellyn..?" Daisy looked at him like he was crazy. "She actually wanted to name Dewey Deuteronomy instead but I insisted otherwise," Donald said. "Oh my word, that really is Della," Daisy snorted. "Yep," he laughed too. "Well now... How long have you lived in such a luxurious mansion? And why do you choose to live in the house boat instead?" Daisy questioned. "About five months or so. I live in the boat because I want to," Donald shrugged. "Does it have to do with your uncle Scrooge? Does he keep security cameras everywhere and doesbthat bother you?" Daisy asked more. "Oh uh... Yes," he half lied. He wasn't ready to get into complete detail about his uncle and how he was related to Della's disappearance. "I can see that," Daisy nodded in agreement, "still, it must be nice living with a multi-trillionare," Daisy said."Sure, if he wasnt so cheep," he scoffed. "Cheep?" she looked at him."He doesn't spend a penny more than he needs to," Donald shrugged again. "Huh..." Daisy yawned. "Tired?" Donald asked. "Not too terribly... But I suppose I should be getting home somewhat soon," she sighed. "Alright. I'll call a cab," Donald got up from his seat. "Oh no no, there's no need for that. I can just walk," she stood. "It's fine. I'll call one now," Donald took out his phone and dialed a cab. "We should wait out front."The pair walked out to the front gate and waited for several minutes together until the cab finally came. "Well... I guess this is goodbye," Donald said."Nope, its a see you later," she kissed his cheek, got in the cab, and was driven away, leaving Donald alone and lovestruck

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