Dewey's eyes widened.

"W-w-wait, I....I don't think I should. I should really just start heading home now." Dewey turned around and began walking away.

"Don't you want to be cool?" Bryan asked, holding up the cigarette. Dewey looked back at the older teens, nervously.

"Um, w-well....I do want to be cool, but....I don't think my family would be too happy with me." Dewey answered. Jake walked over to Dewey and placed an arm around his shoulder.

"Who cares what your family thinks, your brothers ditched you, remember?" He reminded the middle triplet.

"Um....okay, I-I'll do it." He took the now lit cigar from Bryan's hand and placed it up to his beak. 'Should I really be doing this?' He asked himself, not really sure of what to do anymore.

"We're waiting Dewey." Bryan stated impatiently, his arms crossed across his chest. The blue triplet took a quick drag of the cigar, coughing it out instantly.

"D-does that count?" He asked his upperclassmen. 

"Eh, close enough." Jake shrugged.

"But now, consider yourself a member, of The Poison Ivies." Bryan pat Dewey's back roughly. "Look, kid, we think you're cool and all, but we have a few rules."

"O-okay, what are they?" Dewey wondered, looking up at them.

"First of all, loose the stutter, it makes you sound like a little girl."

"A-al." Dewey caught himself and just nodded.

"Second," Bryan began. "You have to carry these things with you at, all, times." Jake tossed Dewey a box of cigarettes and a lighter. 

"At all times?" He questioned.

"At, ALL, times!" The two of them stated.

"Okay, okay, I get it, at all times." 

"Lastly, you see this scar?" Jake pointed to a scar on his left cheek. "All of us got his scar, so you need it too."

"Yeah, so when other people see us-"

"They know we mean business." Dewey backed away a bit.

"Are you sure I need to get that scar? Right now?" He asked nervously. 

"Very sure." Bryan pulled out a small switch blade, Jake coming up behind the blue triplet, holding him in place. Dewey tried to back away, struggling in Jake's grip. 

"I-I-I change my mind! I just want to go home!" Dewey sobbed. 

"Too late, you're too far into this." Bryan put the blade against Dewey's left cheek running down, cutting deep into his skin. The middle triplet whimpered quietly, trying his best not to move. Bryan pulled away, the blade now having traces of Dewey's blood. "See, that wasn't that bad. And wipe your face. Ivies don't cry." He scolded. Dewey wiped his eyes of his tears, feeling his left cheek. He pulled his hand away and saw the blood, almost fainting once he did. 

"Grow some balls kid, you'll be seeing a lot more red in the near future." Jake smacked the back of Dewey's head lightly. The latter looked down at the floor. 

"I should really go home now, it's getting late." He stated softly.

"Fine, run on home to those brothers of yours, but remember three things. One, always take your cigars and lighters everywhere."

"Two, you can't tell anybody that you're a part of our gang."

"And three, Ivies, don't, cry." Dewey nodded, having small regrets towards the choices he had made. He turned around and began walking back towards the manor, something he should have done earlier that day. His left hand was placed on his left cheek, covering the wound. Small tears formed in his eyes, he wiped them away immediately.

"Ivies don't cry Dewey, w-we don't, cry." Once he made it back to the manor, he knocked on the door. Mrs. Beakly answered it and immediately dragged the teen triplet inside.

"Where have you been?" She asked in a harsh tone. Dewey looked away from her. "Your brothers have been worried sick about you, they spent hours searching for you." The middle triplet scoffed quietly.

"Yeah whatever." He answered, walking past Mrs. Beakly and up the stairs to his room. She stared in shock at the middle brother's response.As Dewey reached his room, he heard someone behind him, he turned around and saw his brothers.

"Dewey, where have you been?" Huey asked.

"We looked every where for you." Louie added.

"Yeah right, leave me alone." Dewey turned around faced his door, opening it. He had slowly began to believe that his brothers had actually ditched him and left him behind. The voices of Jake and Bryan echoing his mind, the words repeating over and over.

'They ditched you, they ditched you....' 

"Dewey?" Huey put his hand out towards his younger brother. Dewey slapped his hand away.

"I told you to leave me alone!" He turned around, revealing the wound on his face. Louie covered his beak out of shock.

"Oh my gosh, what happened?" He asked.

"None of your business!" Dewey walked into his room and slammed the door behind him. He leaned against the door, sliding down it. The blue triplet held his knees to his chest and hid his face in his arms. Tears formed in his eyes again, he tried his best to hold them back, but he just couldn't. "Ivies don't cry." He told himself. "I-Ivies, don't, c-cry...."