Follow @Huey_Duck (wrote Carter, Donald's and Huey? OMG)

(I wrote Dewey, Louie and Scrooge's parts)

The next day, Hueford was at the park again. However, he was on edge today. His palms were sweaty, and he was constantly looking left and right as if he was afraid someone would come up and kidnap him.

That morning, Dewey had convinced Louie to go outside for the first time that summer. They made their way to the park, Louie sticking close to his brother looking around nervously at all the other kids there.

Hueford took a shaky breath. He wanted to run. He wanted to run so badly.

He would be killed if he tried that.

"Hello, brother."

Hueford jumped out of his skin as he heard that voice.

Carter giggled and smiled menacingly as she came over to the bench he was sitting at.

"Miss me?" she asked, sitting beside him.

He mumbled something.

"What did you say?" Carter asked, raising her voice.

Hueford didn't answer her.

"Hueford..." she warned.

Still, Hueford stood quiet.

"Hueford!" she shouted, raising her voice.

He didn't reply.

Having enough, Carter stood up and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "ANSWER ME, YOU LITTLE TRASH!" she yelled.

Hueford gulped and looked at her in terror.

Dewey over heard a voice that were strangely familiar.

"Do you hear that Lou?" He asked. Louie shook his head. "It sounds like....Carter!?"

Carter pushed Hueford to the ground and pulled out a remote. "You know you disobeyed me, brother."

"N-no, please..." Hueford begged, his hand reaching up to grab what was around his neck.

"You left me no choice." she pressed the button.

Hueford yelled in pain as he was shocked around his neck.

Carter forced him up. "You are worthless. You are lower than dirt, you got that?"

Hueford gulped, small tears were forming in his eyes.

"Answer me!" "Y-yes..." he choked out.

"Good." she replied, not loosening her grip she had on him.

Louie heard the scream jumped, hiding behind Dewey.

"Come on, we have check it out." Dewey grabbed his brother's hand and walked over towards the scream and voices.

"I created you. When you woke up with anesthesia, I told you who you were. You are supposed to be evil like me." she glared at him.

"Maybe I don't want to be like you," he snapped back.

The middle triplet ran towards a small secluded area in the park and saw Carter glaring at Hueford.

"Carter!!!" He yelled. "Leave him alone!"

Carter glared at Dewey and dropped Hueford to the ground, hard. "Well, well... look who's here. It's the one-less triplet brothers." she laughed.

Hueford groaned as he picked up his head and rubbed the side of it.

Dewey growled lowly.

"You leave Huey out of this Carter!" Dewey yelled. Louie stood on the side lines, UN sure of what to do.

"And why should I?" she asked, crossing her arms. "That stupid duckling is gone, isn't he? So why can't I talk about him?"

"You shouldn't be allowed to even think of his name!" He continued. "It doesn't matter that he's not here with us anymore, you still have no right to say his name since you were the one that killed him!"

She rolled her eyes. Dewey's threats had nothing on her.

"Blah, blah, blah... I'll say his name all I want. Huey, Huey, Huey, Huey, Huey, Huey!"

"STOP IT!!!" Louie yelled.

"Louie?" Dewey turned to look at his younger brother.

"Why did you do this to us Carter? Why did you do this our brother? And why are you treating your 'brother' so terribly!?" Louie asked, his voice getting louder in the process.

Carter wasn't deterred by Louie, or how loud his voice was.

"Because I can." she simply answered.

The Duck brothers looked at each, not sure of what to do or say next. Until, Dewey mumbled something under his breath. Louie looked at him in confusion, obviously not hearing what he had said.

Hueford looked up at his sister, finally finding his voice. "How dare you."

"Excuse me?" she asked, turning her attention towards her brother.

"I said how dare you," Hueford repeated more confidently. "I can't believe you did this to them. You took away their brother, Carter."

"So?" she replied, rolling her eyes.

"You are the worst duck I have ever known." he mumbled.

"What was that?" she demanded.

"Nothing," he answered.

"Oh, no," she walked closer to him, putting her fist up. "You said something, and I want to know what."

"Fine. I said you are the worst duck I have ever known."

Carter didn't reply.

Hueford had no time to react as Carter tackled him to the ground.

Dewey reacted quickly, as well as Louie, trying their best to pry Carter off of her brother.

"Let him go!!" Dewey yelled.

"You shouldn't treat him like this!" Louie added.

"No!" she yelled, slapping Hueford. "He's not even my brother!" she smirked as she said that.

Dewey let her go.

"What do you mean he's not your brother?" He asked in complete shock.

She scoffed.

"How stupid are you two?" she snapped, hitting Hueford in the face, giving him a black eye before forcing him to stand up.

"You really haven't noticed who this dead beat looks like?"

Hueford looked at her confused.

"You actually thought Hueford was a real name?"

"You mean it's not?" Hueford asked.

Carter bopped him on the head, hard.

"Of course not, idiot." she snapped at her "brother."

Louie stepped back and stared at the two other ducks in front of him. He studied Hueford carefully before his body began shaking and he fell weak to the floor, finally realizing what Carter was saying.

"That's right, Louie." she said, smirking.

She grunted in annoyance and at their stupidity. She grabbed a red collared shirt and put it on over Hueford's baseball shirt, then put his red cap on how Huey always wore it.

"Do you idiots need any more hints?" she said sarcastically.

The duck next to Carter looked at himself confused. Carter had only told the truth about one thing: Hueford, or whatever his name was, did have amnesia.

"Huey?" Dewey asked. "I-is that you?" Louie looked up and immediately got tears in his eyes at the sight, Dewey followed in actions not to long after.

"I can't believe it. I-I knew it!" Louie stated.

"Who's Huey?" he asked, confused.

"I didn't lie about everything," Carter said. "He does have amnesia."

"Y-you're Huey....." Dewey responded. "Remember? You're OUR brother...o-our older brother.....remember?"

"I... I don't..." he replied. "I don't think I've ever had a brother..." the confused duck looked at Carter. "Have I?"

Carter just shrugged and smirked. "What ya gonna do now, twins?"

Carter giggled as she called them twins. She did that on purpose.

"We're not twins." Louie stated angrily.

"We're triplets." Dewey continued.

"Really?" she asked. "He doesn't know that." Carter said, pointing to Huey, who was looking at them with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Just because one triplet isn't "here" doesn't mean that the other two aren't triplets, Carter!" Dewey explained.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, we have to go. Come on, bro." she said, grabbing Huey's arm.

Huey looked back at the two Duck brothers quietly.

"Dewey, what do we do?" Louie asked.

"I-I don't know Louie."

Huey kept looking at the two brothers. In some weird way, he felt connected to them. He wanted them to stop her for some reason.

"Stop looking at them," she ordered.

Huey obeyed and looked away, but not before giving them a desperate look before turning his attention to the ground.

"Louie.....I think we need to call the cops or something."

"Right now?"

"Um, well, let's get home and tell Uncle Donald and Uncle Scrooge everything!"

Huey watched as the two brothers ran home. His spirit and hope broke a little.

He thought that they weren't going to do anything to help him.

Huey sighed and looked back at the ground as he followed Carter.

Dewey panted as he entered the manor, Louie still outside trying to catch up.

"U-uncle Donald!! Uncle Scrooge!" He yelled.

Donald ran to the front door with Scrooge by his side.

"What is it?!" he asked, worried.

"We, then, there was." Louie panted as he tried explaining. Scrooge put a hand on the boy's shoulder to calm him down.

"Dewey? What happened?" Scrooge asked.

"I-it's Carter, she's back.....and, and she has Huey."

Donald looked at Scrooge, shocked.

Scrooge looked at his great nephews.

"Are you talking about that, Carter?" Dewey nodded.

"You have to believe us, we saw Huey!" Louie exclaimed.

"How could you have known it was him, though?" Donald asked.

"Because she told us!" The triplets yelled in defense.

Donald stood quiet, eying Scrooge to see if he had any ideas

"If this lass did those things you told me all those months ago, then you're going to need our help to get your brother back."

"So you believe us?" Louie stated shocked, he didn't actually think they would believe them. He just thought that they would think that they were crazy.

"Of course I believe you, why would you lie about this. So, any plans?" Dewey and Louie shook their head.

"No."

"I got nothing either." McDuck sighed.

"Well, we can't barge in there," Donald said. "Did she harm Huey in any way?"

"She's Carter, of course she did." Louie crossed his arms.

"He has amnesia, he doesn't remember us." Dewey looked down at the ground, obviously upset.

"We saw her punch him, and push him, and slap him, and insult him." Louie explained.

"She made him forget us....."

Donald's features softened, now lost in thought, thinking of how his nephews and his uncle were going to get Huey back.

"I don't know what to do, I don't even know where they went or where they live.....I don't know anything." Dewey covered his face with his, Louie placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, then we'll have to find another alternative, Dewey." Donald told him.

"Exactly that nephew." Scrooge added. "But what?"

"I am not sure." Donald admitted.

"This is hopeless." Dewey sobbed, his back against a wall as his tears of frustration fell down his face.

"And we can't just call the police because?" Louie asked.

"Because we don't even know where they are." Scrooge answered. "And we don't have actual evidence."

"We need to somehow make her confess what she did." Donald implied.

"That's easy, she practically confessed to us at the park." Louie stated.

"The park!!!" Dewey and Louie exclaimed.

"That's where they'll tomorrow, no doubt about it......unless, they don't show up." Dewey said the last bit with less enthusiasm as the parts before.

"Do you want us to go with you tomorrow?" Donald asked, gesturing to Scrooge and himself.

Louie and Dewey nodded.

"Just make sure that she doesn't see you."

Donald nodded, understanding. "You got that too, Scrooge?"

Scrooge nodded.

"What are we gonna do tomorrow? To, get rid of her."

"I do not know yet." Donald said. "I'm open to ideas, though."

"Well, maybe we could....." Louie sighed. "I got nothing." He shook his head.

"Or," a voice said.

"You could get rid of me right here, right now."