I made and own this picture. It's of Reginald in this story, drawn in the reboot style. I gave him so clothes to show the difference, that with Regina as the younger sibling it changes him even if only slightly.

The episode I used in this chapter is S1Ep2 - "Daytrip Of Doom!" from Ducktales 2017. Episodes may be out of order once I get to them and I will be using ideas from the comics too as well as my own original ideas.

Regina remembers the old DuckTales, the older cartoons, she doesn't recall too many newer ones. This includes the reboot. So, she is going in blind mostly unlike in 'Where My Roots Lead'. This makes it fun for me, as I can put her reactions in here better. Most of her reactions is amusement, as she knows she is now living in a cartoon, but still - it's fun!

I have no idea who I am going to pair up Reginald with. So, I will give him moments with people I can set him up with. Although, you better believe that Regina is going to be overprotective of Reginald. Not because of jealousy or anything like that, it is because she knows him and his issues. She doesn't want someone to take advantage of him or play around with him, breaking him even further. So people after Reginald's heart better be prepared.

Reginald will also have his moments where he is overprotective of Regina as well. It goes both ways, just at different levels and reasons that set them off.

Regina is going to be paired up with Louie, that's the endgame pairing for them you could say. Opposites attract, and they can help one another. Regina in no way knows how to be a kid, and Louie is not responsible - they could help each other with Regina getting Louie to be more responsible and work harder, and Louie can show Regina to relax and be more like a kid her age implies. They even have a few similarities. But, I have plans for this pairing and I am going to be taking a different rout in the way I am doing this.

I am just going to say this about the whole thing; Screw Gender Rules! I don't believe in them and I am not ashamed of it.

I want to thank nightmaster000 for helping me out with this pairing as well. I have a ton of ideas for this pairing and I can't wait to make them real.

-Start Chapter-

Regina was startled awake by the sound of childish laughter and the sound of something popping in a rapid pace. Sounding almost like a pellet or dart gun almost. The sound almost made her dive for cover, thinking that the police had found her and her brother. In between asleep and awake messed with her senses, but eventually she woke up enough to realize that it wasn't loud enough to be a gun.

Calming her beating heart, she glanced around, finally recalling where she was.

Glancing around, Regina took in the room. A large room for sure, showing just how much wealth Scrooge really had. A canopy bed, desk, vanity, chairs and stools, it had everything a guest might want in it. There was even a balcony.

It made Regina wish she had that type of money, if only so that she could pack her brother up and leave the country without worries. And without going through the more.....shady channels to get it done for cheaper if she had to do it.

Still doesn't change the fact that if she had to, Regina would have done anything - even morally questionable acts - to get the two of them out of the country, ask for asylum from another world power that can go toe to toe with the USA, or one that doesn't care about the USA.

Hey, if Scrooge didn't take them in, there were other plans that Regina was willing to go through. Not all of them - none of them really - were innocent or on the legal side of things. When she said she would do anything for her brother, she meant anything. If that meant getting her hands dirty, forever stained with not even bleach being able to clean them, then so be it.

Shaking these thoughts out of her head, she turned her head to look besides her. Reginald had fallen asleep as soon as his head had hit the bed. Beakley had tried to give them separate rooms, but Regina refused that. Not willing to chance anything right now, Regina told her that they would share a room until stated otherwise. The room was certainly big enough for the both of them anyway, the bed was big enough to fit five or six of them. Although, now thinking on it, Beakley most likely did this on purpose after Regina told her "no" to the different rooms.

"Brother~" Regina lightly cooed out, reaching out to poke her brother's beak. It reminded her of when she was three, back when Reginald was around her a lot more. Reginald would read to her, his collage books, after asking for it until they both would fall asleep together. It was great, until Lily told them that she was too old for such things. "Big Brother~"

"Umh....Five more minutes...." The plant-duck hybrid mumbled out, only to yelp when Regina stuck her finger in his mouth. "Wegina!"

"Reginald, we have to get dressed for the day." Regina told the older, pulling her finger out from his mouth. "I think the rest of the house is up already."

Just as she said this, a wounded cry sounded out.

Seeing Reginald starting to shake in fear, most likely thinking worst case scenarios, Regina decided that chances must be made. "I'll go peek and see what is going on." Seeing Reginald opening his mouth to argue with her, she cut him off sternly. "You are scared, that's perfectly normal after what has happened to you. Let me handle this brother, I did break you out of jail after all. I'll be fine."

"I-If you're sure..." Reginald twitched, slowly sitting up on the bed. Regina nodded, hopping off the bed to get dressed.

"I'm sure." Regina assured, pausing to put on her sweater after buttoning up her blouse. "Why don't you get dressed? I.....took some of dear old dad's clothing." The way she said 'dear old' made it sound like a insult instead of a term of endearment. "I'm just going to take a glance is all, just to see that everything is fine."

"O....Okay..." Reginald slowly breathed out, trying to calm himself down. "Y-You'll come running if it's anything bad?"

"If we need to get out in a hurry, yes." Regina told the older Bushroot, going to the door. "It shouldn't take long."

With that, Regina slowly and silently opened the door. It reminded her of when she was sneaking out of her old house, the one owned by Lily and Cypress. Slipping out the door, she made sure to leave it cracked open slightly. Just in case she needed to get in quick and in a hurry. While she honestly didn't think anything wrong was going on, nothing could be left for chance.

Not when family was on the line. Regina already lost her first family to death, if she lost any in this life....Regina knew she wouldn't make it.

Determined, Regina silently crept down the hallway, following the sounds of others moving and what Regina thinks is muffled voices.

Eventually she could make out the voices more clearly, meaning that the people were most likely on the other side of the wall. Looking around, Regina saw that no one was outside the window, meaning that they had to be on the other side of the wall. With that in mind, she turned her attention to the end of the hall. Coming closer, she could hear voices even more. Putting her head to the wall, she frowned as she still couldn't make anything out.

Wanting to know just what was going on, Regina knew she would have to take a risk in looking around the corner to see what was going on. Whoever is talking might even be in one of the hallways on the other side and not just around the corner. So with a wildly beating heart, Regina came to the edge, and then peeked her head around - freezing.

Light sky blue met black.

It was funny how just a few hours ago, she never thought what it meant by living in the same house as Scrooge McDuck, the duck from the cartoon DuckTales.

It also never hit her that the cartoon she had seen a few times could be wrong, or at the least, a different timeline then what she is in.

There was a duckling in front of her, wearing a green hoodie, staring at her in shock and widening eyes. But there was no mistaking that this was one of Scrooge's nephews. Yet he looked nothing like the ones she remembered. The other three that she remembered wore plain colored t-shirts and hats, just in different colors. Too different then what she could recall from the cartoon she barely watched. Although she watched it enough to know that this isn't how the one in green is supposed to look like. Taking in a deep breath silently, Regina knew that this wasn't right. That she wasn't right. That she shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be alive, and she surely messed up so much just by being born once more.

But without her, Reginald would be living the life of crime, driven deeper into insanity. Besides, just because she saw a certain cartoon doesn't mean anything. It could just mean that she was in a different timeline or Universe then the one she saw. If Spider Man can have that, then Ducktales and Darkwing Duck can too.

Although....it still doesn't change the fact that she should not be alive. That she knows that this is not how this is suppose to go. She is a fluke or a error in the codes. So...What then?

What can Regina do in the face of someone who is right, when all she was is wrong?

-Before Regina Peeks Around The Corner-

"Man...Webby is taking this too far." Louie groaned, pushing the pillows away from himself. Slowly sitting up, he watched Dewey run off, most likely going to check up on Huey after hearing him yelling out in pain. Sighing, Louie decided to just go down a different hall, hoping that he would avoid the insanity that is going on around him.

Putting his hands into his pockets, Louie turned with a few grumbles. Just when he was going to turn around the corner, he froze when a head shot out from around it.

Then, he was looking into the sky.

Stiflingly a gasp, Louie tried to calm his thundering heart. At first, he thought he might be looking at another ghost, ghoul, or whatever creature was after his Great Uncle's head this time. It was only when he looked fully into the face so close to his that he realized that this was in no way a creature.

A girl, it was a girl around his own age. Another duckling was in front of him, with short brown hair and the bluest eyes Louie has ever seen, looking just as shocked as he was a few inches away from him. He didn't think Uncle Scrooge had another kid around, if he did, surely Webby would have mentioned it? Webby has lived in the mansion most of her life after all, so the girl would have noticed and mentioned another girl around their age if there had been one living here.

Louie would have mentioned the girl in front of him if she lived in the same place as him.

Really, all Louie could see was the sky in the girl's eyes. He never met someone with that shade of blue eyes before. He could count on one hand with how many people he has seen with blue eyes, let alone be this close to one to tell the exact shade of their eyes. Light sky blue, without a cloud in sight. Blue eyes were a rare thing from what he can tell, with black eyes like his own being the most common.

Taking in a breath, Louie was about to open his beak to say something, anything-

"LOUIE!"

Louie almost cursed, reaching out a hand to stop the girl when she turned and ran for all she was worth after the yell.

"W-Wait! Hey!" Louie called out, tripping over his feet as he tried to go after the girl. "Stop!"

The girl didn't listen. By the time Louie was steady on his feet, the girl was long gone. It was like she was never there. And as Louie has actually seen a ghost now, he was having second thoughts on if the girl was alive or not. Sure, she didn't look like the ghost from before in Scrooge's garage, but that didn't mean anything. Maybe there were more than on type of ghost?

"LOUIE! COME ON! UNCLE SCROOGE WANTS US IN THE DINNING ROOM!"

Roughly shaking his head, Louie sighed and pushed those thoughts to the back of his head for now. Later on, he would ask Webby about the whole thing. The duckling seemed to know a lot after all and has lived her whole life in the mansion, so she would most likely know something. If not, he'll either ask around some more or just forget about the whole thing. Could be a one off chance or he could be delusional.

But for now, Louie turns around with a carefree shrug and starts heading down to the dinning room. He had to go see what Dewy was yelling at him for and what his uncle Scrooge wanted.

-With Regina-

It was only when the door was shut - carefully not slammed as to make as little noise as possible just in case she was followed - did Regina stop moving. Sagging, putting a hand to her chest as if to stop her pounding heart. Running off was a split decision on her part. Her mind was having a slight meltdown. It was one thing to see Mrs. Beakley and Scrooge, it was another thing to see one of the triplets. Like a slap to the face it was. Shocking to the system. Something that really didn't hit her until just now; That she was so, so wrong.

Regina Bushroot should have never been born, should have never existed. Yet, this world is nothing like the one she could recall. So, if she was wrong, what did this mean for the rest of the world. Was she the only thing wrong with it, or was she the only one right in it. Maybe she was nothing. Too many variables, too many questions with no answers. All of it in her mind, swimming and screaming to get out and find the answers, but she couldn't. Answers have to wait. Safety and family comes first.

Once Reginald and herself were safe and sound, then and only then will she look for the answers to what she craves. Even if she isn't sure what those questions are or if she will like what the answers will be and do to her.

Seeing the duckling in a green hoodie had also hit home just how different everything was. Whether it was a good different or bad one, only time could tell. Time that the Bushroot's may not even have. With a world like the one they were living in, it was hard to tell what would happen next.

Regina was finally going in blind. Just like how life should be; It scared her more than she would like to admit.... And excited her beyond any measure.

"R-Regina?" Regina's head snapped up, breaking from her thoughts, to see her brother standing by the bed, dressed in a blue-green dress shirt and white jacket that was closed up. "I-Is everything alright?" Her brother went on to ask, nervously fiddling with his fingers and looking to her with worried eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, Regina stood up. Now was not the time to question her existence. No, not when her brother was in such a precious position. His needs were greater than her's at this moment; Her worries can come later.

"Do not worry Brother. It seems that the nephews that Mr. McDuck mentioned were playing darts." Regina explained soothingly, eyes softening as she watched her mutated brother relax at her tone. "I did not want to get caught up into such things, so I ran back." Regina carefully did not mention her panic or getting seen. All the truth, but missing some pieces. Half-truths. Now was not the time to add more onto her Brother's shoulders. Reginald was too delicate right now to panic over Regina's silly worries and fears.

Regina wasn't meant to be born, Reginald was. Her worries can wait until this drama was over and they were safe with their Grandfather.

With that in mind, Regina went to her backpack, getting the clothing out and making sure that the notebooks, her money and valuables were safe. Some things she can leave in the room without worry. Others, Regina was not willing to take the risk.

"It is still early morning. Mother and Father most likely have not noticed me being gone just yet." Regina stated aloud, going through everything as she checked everything in her backpack. "Grandfather had told me that he will start things up today. It will most likely be on the news later today; But he is going to save the big guns for later. The jail on the other hand has most likely already noticed you are gone....Hopefully they have. If not, I worry about St. Canard." Regina mumbled the last part, recalling how easy it was for her to break her brother out of jail. "But they are most likely not saying anything as to not cause mass panic."

"I...I-Is t-that bad?" Reginald fretted, rubbing his hands together as he watched his little sister zip up her backpack after checking it. "R-Regina...."

"No, in fact, Grandfather is hoping that they do this." Regina honestly answered, patting her sweater out of habit. Regina knew that there were a few things hidden insider her sweater, things that even a baggy sweater should show and be able to feel from the outside. Heck, they shouldn't be able to stay within her sweater at all. Cartoon logic might mess with her mind, but that didn't mean she wouldn't use it to her advantage. "Gives him a advantage with the public and he can catch them unaware."

Reginald paused, a sweat drop forming on his face. This was sounding more and more like a crime, and this was coming from the only-no. Reginald recalled that Regina did break him out of prison, so, they were both criminals. Just, he was the only one who was caught. And Grandfather Abaddon....Reginald would not be at all shocked if he has a body count to his name that would make the devil himself balk at. 

'I know I've done many bad things in my life...' Reginald gulped, glancing to ceiling as he silently prayed. 'But please don't make this backfire on them.'

The mutated duck didn't deserve what they were doing for him. He mutated himself on purpose, went to turn those horrible coworkers into plants, and tried to take and mutate Rh-her - Don't think her name, don't even try to! - after loosing grip on what little sanity he had left. Regina should have left him there to rot, should have let their parents to go to the courts to have him killed. Worthless, that is all he was and will ever be.

'So why can't Regina and Grandfather see that I am a lost cause?' Reginald softly sighed, glancing down to his sister.

Before any of them could say anything more, a knock sounded out. Reginald flinched violently while Regina put on her backpack, just glancing to the door after making sure that Reginald was behind her.

"Yes?" Regina called out as she shifted. She knew it was most likely one of the others - Mrs. Beakley or Scrooge - to get them, but one could never know. It seems her paranoia just grew in this life rather than leave her.

Who knew cartoons could make someone so paranoid?

Regina's shoulders tensed, but relaxed once Mrs. Beakley poked her head from around the door. The young duckling had no idea why her mind went to the worst, but she doesn't think that is going to stop any time soon.

Mrs. Beakley took in the two in front of her as she opened the door further. The little duckling, her granddaughter's age, was standing firmly in front of the older duck, the older brother, who was looking to the ground and shivering in fear. The duckling's, Regina's, eyes were staring up at her; Daring her to try anything.

For a moment, Mrs. Beakley forgot that she was staring into a child's eyes. While bright and light in color, a rare color at that, they were old. Experiences could age one's eyes, as they are the window into the soul, and Regina's were older than her appearance implied. Looking up to the older one, Reginald, Mrs. Beakley took in his weary eyes, and anxious appearance.

'Just how bad was their home life?' Mrs Beakley silently asked herself. It made her blood boil that adults, parents who are supposed to love their children, could do this. It also said a lot that the youngest child was willing to stand in front of what was seen and thought of as danger for the oldest one. 'Just how bad were the ones you called "Mother" and "Father"?'

Taking in a deep breath, Mrs. Beakley smiled down at the two new house guests. "Mr. McDuck has called a house meeting. You two are to come so that we can introduce you both and then go over some house rules. Mr. McDuck should be going over what has happened earlier this morning with them now."

Nodding, Regina quickly took her brother's hand, not once looking away from the buff duck in front of her. "Will you lead us to where we need to go?"

"Of course. Come, this way to the dinning room." Mrs. Beakley told them both, stepping out of the room first. She had a feeling that they would not step out otherwise.

Giving Reginald's hand a comforting squeeze, Regina started to lead him, following after Mrs. Beakley.

It was time for the make or break.

-In The Dinning Room-

"Now, before we get tae the house rules," Scrooge started to say, narrowing his eyes at a certain duck for a moment before going back to looking at everyone sitting at the dinning table. Webby, Huey and Dewy sitting at one end of the table, Donald and Louie right by them on the side of the table. "I need tae tell ye all somethin' important."

"Are you giving us money?" Louie asked right off the bat, a smirk working it's way up on his face. "An allowance?"

"Are we going on another adventure?!" Dewy shot up, eyes shinning in excitement. "We're we going next? The Bermuda Triangle?"

"No!" Scrooge quickly denied when he noticed both Huey and Webby opening their beaks to add in their own questions. "I'm not givin' ye all money, nor are we goin' on a adventure right now. If ye all would listen tae me...." Scrooge trailed off, waiting to see if one of them would intrupt him. Once no one did, Scrooge went on. "I accepted two new house guests."

Donald's head shot up, a confused frown on his face. The kids on the other hand were excited and curious. But, Scrooge noticed how Louie frowned a bit, eyes narrowing in thought.

"Abaddon Bushroot asked me tae pay back a favor I owed him." Scrooge lightly stated, hoping to anything that none of them would ask what favor Scrooge was paying him back. "His two grandkids came tae me early morning, askin' for Sanctuary until Abaddon can take them in safely and legally." Because Scrooge had a feeling, that if that old dark duck could get away with it with no one being the wiser, Abaddon wouldn't care about anything legal and just do it.

"Sanctuary..." Donald muttered, glaring down at the table. Louie's eyes widened, eyes shinning in realization.

"Abaddon Bushroot....Isn't he the third richest duck in the world?" Heuy asked aloud in slight amazement. "They say he is a recluse. Doesn't show himself in public that often, even if he does give out huge donations and a ton of businesses under his name. There are no mentions of him having grandkids though."

"Officially, he is the third richest." Scrooge nodded in agreement. A amused smirk growing on his beak. "Officially. Unofficially, I would bet he's closer tae me wealth than even old Glomgold ever could be. But don' tell that old duck that. Would break his heart and pride!"

"But Mr. Scrooge, why would he ask for Sanctuary?" Webby asked in confusion, face scrunching as she tried to think on it all. "Sanctuary, it means that they are under your protection as long as they are on your property. You have to protect them, because you accepted it." Webby explained at seeing the trio's confused expression before turning her attention back to the richest duck. "Why would he do that? Didn't that go out of style?"

"Yeah, why couldn't they go to the police if they need help?" Dewy asked aloud after hearing Webby.

"Because the police be the ones causing some issues. Besides, Abaddond wasn' the one tae ask me for Sanctuary, his youngest grandchild did." Scrooge promptly stated, getting shocked looks all around. "I don' understand all of it. But, from what I get, The oldest grandchild got caught in some trouble that is not all it appears ta be. He had a....accident. Their parents are also....unfit from what me understanding be." Scrooge snorted without humor, catching Donald's eyes. Seeing the question in them, Scrooge tilted his head forward in answer. Donald's eyes went hard. "Now, I be wantin' ye ta get along with them. The youngest is around the children's age, the oldest is already a adult. I don' know how long they are staying here." Scrooge lightly told them all, eyes serious and stern. "The youngest is Regina Bushroot. The oldest is Reginald Bushroot."

"Dr. Reginald Bushroot?!" Huey asked, eyes shinning in excitement while the whole group turned to look at him. "He's one of the smartest scientists around! No, the smartest Ducks around! His breakthrough with cures for toxins and poisons have gotten him the National Medal of Science! Never mind the awards and prizes he's gotten for his theories and papers alone! That's not counting the other awards he's gotten; Like the Public Welfare Medal and even in the running for several Nobel Prizes! He's one of my heroes!"

"Oh? Did you hear that Brother?" A new voice laughed out, amusement and humor laced in every word. "You have a fan."

All heads jerked to the voice. They found Mrs. Beakley standing in the entrance, a duckling right by her, holding a hand of someone out of view. The duckling's eyes were a light sky blue, sparkling in humor and a small smile on her beak.

Louie's beak fell open slightly, eyes opening a bit further. It was the girl he had ran into in the hallway. Luckily, no one noticed his expression and gave him enough time to get the shock off his face.

"Mr. McDuck, I have brought the Bushroot's like you asked for." Mrs. Beakley gave nod to Scrooge. Once Scrooge thanked her, she walked up to Scrooge, standing by the blackboard that was covered right behind Scrooge.

"Why don' the two of ye sit down." Scrooge nodded to the two empty chairs across from Donald and Louie.

Regina glanced behind her. "Come on Reginald, everything will be fine." Tugging the hand in her hold, Regina walked straight and proud into the dinning her, her mutated brother following behind her - looking like death was right over his shoulder.

Donald had to hold in the gasp that wanted to come out, watching with wide eyes as the two sat across from him. The duckling - no older then his boys! - named Regina gave them all a polite smile, letting go of her brother's hand to pat him on the arm. Donald could see the one called Reginald relax at the touch, eyes never leaving the table. It was a strange dramatic that they had.

"Hello." Regina inclind her head forward in greeting, not too low, and smiled softly at the group around her and her brother. "I am Regina Bushroot. This here is my older Brother, Dr. Reginald Bushroot." Regina gestured to her shivering brother, who was just staring at the table. It was obvious he feared their reactions. "My brother had some issues with a experiment and some....coworkers. Because of this, he has been mutated into a plant-duck hybrid. Please treat us kindly while we are in your care."

Scrooge wasn't the only one to give Regina some looks, but she didn't care. It wasn't hard to see that they saw something wrong with her. But it would make sense that something about her felt off to those who were right. It made her want to scream, but she held it in. In any case, there was no need for her to hold back on how she was. She would not hide her intelligence away. If she didn't do it at home and school, there was nothing stopping her to do the same here. There was no point in it. Let them think what they will and do what they want; So long as her's is safe, what did it matter?

For now though, Regina will keep a close eye on them all. What she knew from the old cartoons held no meaning her to her now. Not with how different everything was. All she can do is watch and wait to act once it comes down to it.

While more than one duckling wanted to ask just what had happened, they could tell now was not the time for that. But that didn't stop them from staring at Reginald in wonder and awe. Never before have they thought that was possible, that someone could be mutated. It sounded like something out of a book or comic.

Donald had no idea what his Uncle was thinking. He had been so against just watching the kids, but now he is taking in another duckling and even a adult? This favor must have been a huge one for this to happen. Taking in the older one, Reginald, who sat across from him, Donald could admit to himself that the other made his paranoia meter go up. Who mutates themselves? Is the mutation only physically. Why was this duck, who looked like a breeze could take him down, running from the law? It made everything in him scream to get the other away from his family. Because Reginald was a unknown, one who Donald didn't know if he could be trusted around his kids. But, it was out of Donald's hands. This here is Scrooge's home, and Scrooge took debts and favors seriously. No one would be able to touch the Bushroot's as long as Scrooge was offering Sanctuary if that old duck had any say in it.

Yet, at the same time, Donald had the feeling that them being here would just make his - and his kids's - life more insane than it already is.

Taking his eyes away from the older sibling in front of him, Donald froze when he caught the eyes of the youngest sibling.

Looking into those eyes, Donald had a hard time believing that he was looking into a set of child's eyes. They share the same color as Reginald - for all Donald can tell, Reginald has yet to look up at any of them - but that's it. Reginald's eyes were aged with time, weariness and other things that Donald could not tell or even see. Yet, this duckling? A duckling's eyes should not be that aged. Should not have that glint of 'knowing' and of something that Donald could not even begin to see.

What was Donald missing? What was he not getting or seeing?

"Donald Duck." Donald shortly introduced himself, getting a small smile and nod from the little girl.

Regina took her eyes off the adult that was across from her to glance at the trio at the end of the table. They blinked back at her. She opened her beak to say something-

"Hey! I'm Webby! You have really pretty eyes!" The girl, Webby apparently, shot off in a rapid pace. Face excited, fearful and anxious all in one. "They look like the sky!"

It was quiet after that. Webby shifted and glanced away from the new comers. Did she do it wrong? Was she being weird again? Webby was just ready to just slump and give up - hoping that the floor would eat her. - but then a chuckle broke out. Webby looked up to see Regina smiling and chuckling, Reginald even smiled even if he didn't look up from the table.

"Thank you, Webby." Regina slowly stopped chuckling. Never before has a child around her own age complicated her eyes. Usually, they stated her eyes were 'weird', 'freaky' and 'wrong'. Jealous children, Regina knew this. But it still didn't stop the warm feeling she got at the compliment. Regina was proud to have the eyes she did, she shared the same color eyes with her brother after all. "No one around my age has ever told me that. So, thank you."

"I don't see why not. Blue eyes are rare, only about 8% of people in the world have them. And for that exact shade of blue? Probably even more rare!" The duck in red rattled off, making Reginald glance up before looking back down. His smile more relaxed. The red one trailed off, seeing the other's attention. "I...I'm Huey....by the way...." Huey nervously smiled.

"And I'm Dewy!" The one in blue, Dewy, quickly added in so that it didn't get too awkward. "That there is Louie."

Regina followed to where he was pointing, eyes landing on the duckling sitting right across from her. The one she had ran away from out of panic and fear. Taking in the half lidded eyes and slouch, Regina's beak slid up a bit more in amusement.

Seems these triplets have more personality then the ones she recalled. No longer just clones or being the same person just with different colors on them. Nor is Webby the perfect little traditional girl character, only used to have a girl in there. Donald looked different as well, and he was actually here in the mansion instead of with the Navy, but personality will have to wait and see. Scrooge seemed nicer - Regina can recall in the first episode of the other Ducktales and in the comics, Scrooge said some very...colorful things about the poor. And that wasn't counting what was said and done in the comics either. Like only paying his own family with pennies for their work or being rude to his own family. - and more open, so that was good for them all. Mrs. Beakley was more a bodyguard than a Nanny or maid, looking like she could break a person with just her pinky.

Everything was so different. So much more colorful.

It also meant that she had nothing to go off of.

"Hey." Louie greeted with a lazy look on his face, shrugging and leaning onto the table. Seems like he doesn't care on what she was doing when they first ran into one another then. Works for Regina, all the better for her really that he's not bringing it up.

Before any one could say anything else, Scrooge hit his cane on the backboard, making all the ducks sitting down jerked to look at him.

"Now tha' be out the way; It's time for some house rules!" Scrooge called out, pulling the sheet off the blackboard to show that there were only two things written on it. "Rule one; My space is my space. My study, my sleeping quarters," Scrooge glared at Donald, who just rolled his eyes. "my washroom." Pointing to the next rule, Scrooge glanced out at them all. "Rule two....Defer to Mrs. Beakley for all subsequence rules. I'm pleased tae have ye all here as long as it doesn' inconveniences me."

Scrooge made as if to walk off, but then paused. Stopping, he eventually looked back at the table where Regina and Reginald sat. "So ye two have any questions for me?"

"Yes, I do." Regina nodded right off the bat, reaching into her sweater and taking out a little handheld notebook and a pen. Opening it, Regina glanced inside before looking to Scrooge. "I want to know if it is all possible for me to order some things, but under your name as to not give us away at being here. That kind of thing can be tracked after all. I have $466.25 with me in cash, so I can and will pay you back." Regina stared at Scrooge, missing - more like ignoring - the dumbfounded looks directed at her. "Food is a must. Clothing, cheap clothing, is needed as we are going to be staying here, most likely long-term depending on how everything goes with Grandfather. I know that this is going to be a long battle, so preparation for the worst has to be done. We can make do with cheap products for however long needed. Then, I'll have to find some fertilizer and plant vitamins. With how Reginald is a hybrid now, everything is a guessing game with him biologically. So, plant vitamins and maybe some other things as well." Regina hummed in thought, thinking hard on it all. She has no idea if Reginald can even eat normal produce, or if he ran fully on sun and water now. Maybe a mix of the two? Until they do some light medical check-ups, and more than one X-ray, it was a guessing game.

"R-Regina...you-you don't have to p-pay..I-I have money." Reginald finally looked up from the table to look down at his sister, stammering his offer. It was true too. He had quite the amount saved up from all his awards and work, and living cheaply made sure that he had enough money to live comfortably without ever having to work again if he wanted too. Not rich per say, most of his money had went to experiments, plants and his theories, but enough if he was careful. It should be enough for the both of them to live off of until their Grandfather can take them in.

"As soon as you were arrested, they should have froze your bank accounts." Regina sighed aloud, rubbing her head. One one hand though, with how the police are..... "Should have. But with how easy it was too... Well, anyway, they can track you if you take money from a ATM, a bank or use a credit card. One of the reasons I left my phone behind, they would have been able to track me down with it. In any case, better to use what I have and think of a plan of action while doing so. Let me do this for you Brother, you need and deserve to be spoiled." The duckling waved off Reginald's concern, and flustered stammering at the 'you need and deserve to be spoiled', focusing all her attention back on a very concerned and shocked Scrooge. 

"I can find what I need online, but it would have to be in your name, So, if it's alright..." Regina trailed off, waiting for a answer patiently. She had all day and more to do negations after all.

Scrooge had no words to say, merely gaping at the duckling who could not be older than ten years old in pure astonishment. Glancing to Beakley, he could see her feeling the same with how her poker face is twitching. Looking to Donald didn't help either, he and the kids were looking at Regina with wide eyes as if seeing her for the first time ever.

'This....this is a adult in a child's body. This little lady had to grow up too quick and too much.' Scrooge could not believe what he is seeing or hearing when it comes to the Bushroot's. Here was a little girl, no older than ten, dealing with things a child should not even have to think about. All this responsibility was pushed onto this little duckling, and she was taking it as if it was a everyday thing for her. Sure, a little responsibility is great, a wonderful thing for children to have, but not so much to where they are no longer the child they are.

Then, there was the oldest. Scrooge could see that there were many things wrong with how Reginald acted. One should not have the kind of fear, anxiety and broken will without there being multiple reasons for it. It was if the two siblings were swapped. Regina acted like the older sibling, while Reginald was more like a younger sibling. A shy and nervous wreak of a little sibling at that. This sort of situation doesn't happen overnight, it is something that takes years to make happen.

'Abaddon, ye old bagrach duck, wha' did ye son and daughter-in-law do tae these kids.' Scrooge took in a deep breath, horror filling his heart. No child should have these worries, and no grown adult should go through the things Reginald has and act like he is. Abaddon, no matter how Scrooge swears up and down that said dark duck has a body count that is up in the five digits at least, if not more, to his name, has the right idea. There is no way that these two have had suitable parents - if those two adults can even be called 'parents' - ever in their lives.

It must hurt - or more likely made the duck burn knowing him - Abaddon to know that his own flesh and blood turned out to be a horrible parent. What would Scrooge have done if Donald had turned out to be a unsuitable parent? It was a horrible thought and made the richest duck slightly sick to even think about.

"Me dear, there is no need tae worry about tha'." Scrooge soothingly told the duckling with a smile. "Ye don' need tae spend ye money for tha'. I offer ye Sanctuary after all."

"Sanctuary just means protection." Regina shook her head with a frown. "You do not have to give us food, clothing, or even a bed to sleep on. You just have to keep us safe and alive from outside forces as long as we are in your home, on your property. To ask for more would be asking for you to pay more than the debt you owe and said you would pay."

"Then, I'll add it with no extra charge." Scrooge ignored Donald silently choking at this. "Me Dear, ye are a child. Ye brother is in no shape tae take charge. And ye may not know this, but I owe your Grandfather a debt I will never be able to fully repay even after doing this for him. Let me take care of you and your brother until your Grandfather can."

Scrooge felt off talking to the child like a adult, but at the same time, not too would be a insult. A compromise must be made. He will not talk down to her like a child, yet he will not give in and treat her and expect her to be like a fully grown duck. Maybe being around the other children will help her? Time is the only one that can tell, but all Scrooge can hope in the end is that everything works out for everyone.

'What did Grandfather do to make you so indebted to him?' Regina mentally asked, brows raising. Really, the whole thing was sounding like Scrooge owed her Grandfather a life debt, or even something more than a life debt. Meaning that her Grandfather did something that was worth more than Scrooge's own life, at least in the richest Duck's mind. Made her wonder how they met and how this whole thing started. But those questions could wait for a later time.

"I see... Thank you then." Regina nodded in thanks, smiling lightly. "My Brother and I are in your care... Fully in your care."

"Good." Scrooge firmly nodded, before looking back at everyone else. "Now, if ye all don' mind, I'm going tae go to my washroom."

With that, everyone watched Scrooge walk off. Once the door shut, all eyes snapped to Mrs. Beakley, who was smiling at them.

"This might be Scrooge's mansion," Mrs. Beakley started sternly. "but it is my house. So," Mrs. Beakley put her hand on the chalkboard, flipping it rapidly before stopping it, showing the other side of the board. It was filled with writing, charts and even graphs. Both Bushroot's were impressed she fit that much on there. "my house rules."

"Sh-Should w-we t-take no-notes." Reginald whispered down to his little sister, fearful that if they fail at the rules, they would be kicked out. It felt like school all over again.

"No.... I'll ask her to print them out later if it becomes a issue." Regina whispered back, eyes scanning the blackboard intensely. "Just ask for permission before doing anything, that should stop most rule breaking it seems."

There was no way Regina was crossing the buff duck unless she had too. The older duck looked like she could crush her with just one finger.

"Exhaustive, comprehensive-" Mrs. Beakley started with her eyes closed, only for her eyes to shoot open when the sound of a chair sliding across the floor sounded out. It didn't take long for her to find Donald was the one who got up. "Where are you going?"

Donald stopped walking with a frown, holding up a dirty sleeveless shirt. "I've got unmentionables to wash." The sailor answered point blank, gesturing to the dirty clothing he was holding up.

Mrs. Beakley sighed, closing her eyes for a second before opening them back up to look at Donald sternly. Regina could swear that the buff duck had been rolling her eyes behind her eyelids.

"Rule 58; If you need something, ask for permission first." The fit duck recited firmly.

Regina looked to Reginald with almost invisible smile. Reginald nodded back with a amused smile.

"You here that boys?" Donald looked over to the triplets with a smile, not getting the big hint. Regina raised her eyebrows at this while Reginald immediately looked down at the table out of habit, feeling like a fight was brewing. "Ask permission."

"Rule number 23;" Mrs. Beaklely started, pointing to said rule that was underlined and circled. "No one is above the rules, Donald." Mrs. Beakley put down her hand, folding both arms behind her back. "If you had simply asked for assistance we could have avoid what I am referring as the "Undergarment incident"."

The triplets and Webby giggled at this, making Donald glance over at them. Regina, meanwhile, was watching everything with hawk eyes and Reginald was shifting, feeling very uncomfortable.

"I can take care of myself." Donald lowly said, eyes in a glare and getting into a stance as if getting ready to fight. Regina though, noticed that the unmentionables that he had been holding are gone, as if never there. Something she didn't notice happen, even though she had been staring at the sailor the whole time.

Cartoon logic and physics at it's finest.

"That is not your decision to make." Mrs. Beakley stated, firmly walking right up to Donald. "You live here, you answer to me."

Donald pointed to himself, getting on his tip toes to glare up at the bodyguard. "I answer to no one!"

The moment Reginald flinched from the yell, Regina was out of her seat. The sound of a screeching chair made everyone pause and look to where Regina was.

"Arguments, confrontations and fighting make my Brother very uncomfortable for very good reasons." Regina did not mince words, making more than one duck flinch back. "So, we shall go look at the garden while you two....hash things out like the adults you two are."

So, Regina might be overprotective of her brother. But it was all for good reasons, and she will do what is needed and say all that is there is to make sure her brother is safe, even if it is the little things. The wounds are still too fresh on Reginald, seeing two others fight is not going to help him. And call her petty, but Regina is not just going to sit there while her brother is frightened, so she will do what she can. Her age limits her in many cases, but it can work in her favor just as well.

The other ducklings were in awe. Here was another duckling their age, scolding two adults like it was a everyday thing. Glancing to the two ducks, frozen and staring at Regina dumbfounded, and to the now leaving Bushroot's, Louie couldn't help but whistle, impressed.

"Louie!" Huey hissed, looking to their uncle in worry.

"What?" Louie chuckled, shrugging. "Did you see that? Uncle Donald just got scolded! By a kid our age."

"Yeah, did you see that?" Dewy laughed, grinning in excitement. "If only we could do that!"

"Yeah, and be grounded for life." Huey pointed out with a frown.

"No one's ever talked to Granny like that...." Webby bit her bottom beak, looking her Grandmother up and down with wide eyes.

At the sound of the other children, both Donald and Mrs. Beakley snapped out of it.

"Outside! Now!" Both snapped, pointing to the door so fast their arms blurred.

-Outside, With Regina and Reginald-

"Why don't we sit here, Reginald?" Regina gestured to a bench that was half shaded by the trees. It was close to the wall/fence that was around the mansion. "You can sit in the sun, I'll sit in the shade. We wouldn't want you to wilt, right?"

Leading - More like dragging - Reginald to said stone bench, Regina glanced to the holder of the hand she was holding. "Reginald?"

The plant-duck hybrid blinked, seemingly to gather his thoughts. "R...Regina, you...you didn't have to s-say those things...." Reginald gulped, eyes darting around nervously. "W-What if they kick us out?! O-Or make our time here horrible?!"

Gently patting the hand that she held with her free hand, Regina softly spoke to her own brother as if he was a cornered rabbit. "They were making you uncomfortable. Besides, they were arguing in front of children. Adults, parents and guardians especially, should know better than to do that. Doing that, even once, can cause mental issues and scars to last their whole life if it is scarring enough and young enough. Children do not need to be exposed to such things."

'But....you're a child too...' Reginald sighed, letting Regina walk him to the bench. He sat down on the side covered in sunlight, she sat on the shaded part. 'Why is it-?!....I should have been the one to say something.'

He was just too weak, and Regina was the one that had to pick up the slack because of this fact. He loved his sister all the more for it, but also felt so ashamed because of it.

"Isn't this much better, Brother?" Reginald looked to the side, to see his precious little sister beaming up at him. "Just think, soon Grandfather will make his first move and before we know it, we'll be living with him." Regina glanced off to the side with a hum. "I wonder if he has a garden? If not, then we can make one together."

Reginald let Regina's talking wash over him, relaxing further the more she talked. 'Maybe this won't turn out so bad-!'

*CRACK!*

Reginald was jolted out of his thoughts when his sister suddenly dove on top of him, making the both of them fall off the bench and to the ground. Blankly, he watched what looked like was a ball fly past where they had been sitting before, going by in a deadly speed.

Both Bushroot's looked up, watching as a tree - now with a round hole going right through it, the same size as the thing that flew past them - fell to the ground. Both noticed the four, equally shocked ducklings, looking back at them with wide eyes. Once it hit the ground, Reginald gave a horrified gasp.

"O-Oh-oh, you poor thing!" The hybrid cried out in nothing but horrific shock. "L-Look at what they've done to you!"

All Regina did was blink. Then, the next thing she knew, she was in Reginald's arms while said Brother was now up and all but running to the fallen tree.

'If nothing else, it will never be boring here.' Regina mentally snickered before focusing more on the fallen tree. Worry at what it was saying to her Brother and if it was okay.

She didn't want her Brother to do something drastic, and she always had a soft spot for plants. Must be genetic.

Just as long as mutating oneself - for any reason - isn't genetic, Regina is fine with it.

-With Huey, Dewy, Louie, and Webby-

"IT'S TIME FOR FUNSO'S  FINZONE!" All three brothers cried out in excitement.

"What's that?" Webby asked in curiosity, leaning down to get their attention before leaning back up once she had it.

"Only the greatest place one could ever imagine imagining!" Louie threw his hands up in enthusiasm.

"Where your dreams become reality, and reality becomes some crazy kind of hyper-dream." Huey added on, putting his hands together as if to pray.

Dewy threw open his arms and put them around his brothers, a grin on his face. "Where punch refiles are free!"

"Funso's Funzone, where fun is in the zone~." Dewy let go of them go, as all three recited the catchphrase of the place they were talking about.

"Oh, yeah." Webby glanced away for a moment, rubbing her arm. "That Funso's. Of course. Everyone knows Funso's." Webby glanced to the boys with a frown, arms crossed.

"Let's go, boys!" Louie gestured to the gate, all three of them jogging off.

"Oh, well, have fun." Webby called out, waving before turning around to walk back to the mansion. Catching sight of Regina and Reginald - the older duck talking to the fallen tree and the smaller duck standing right by him, patting his arm in comfort - Webby was about to go over to them when a call from Dewy stopped her.

"You coming?" Dewy asked, stopping and grinning back at the other duckling.

"Huh?" It took a moment for the question to processes in her mind, but once it did, Webby was grinning. "Yeah, sure! Let me get my stuff!"

With that, she ran past the Bushroot's - who paused in what they were doing to watch her climb up the mansion's walls like a spider and into her room with varying expressions - and went up to her window in only a fashion that Webby could pull off.

"I don't know." Louie frowned, walking down to Dewy along with Huey. "Webby's great for mine cart chases and all, but she's not built for everyday kid stuff."

"I still see the darts when I close my eyes." Huey blankly stated, eyes small and distant.

"Okay, she might be a bit off, but she has lived in a mansion her whole life." Dewy defended his new friend with a smile, waving off his brother's concerns. "We can help her!" Then, something hit Dewy. Blinking, Dewy truned with a smile to look at the new comers at the mansion. The adult duck, Dr. Bushroot, was now putting the knocked down tree back up with his superpowers - which, by the way, is awesome to see! - with the duckling around their age, Regina, softly talking to her brother, as if working him through it. "....Should we invite Regina too?"

"If she leaves the mansion grounds, she is no longer under 'Sanctuary'." Huey pointed out for his brothers. "Whoever is after her would be able to take her, legally if it is the police."

"But you heard Scrooge, he wouldn't stop protecting her just because she leaves to have some fun." Dewy brightly grinned, eyes shinning. "It'll be fine. What's the harm in asking?"

"She's weird." Louie didn't hesitate in saying, getting some looks from the others. "Not that it's a bad thing...usually." The duckling in green quickly shook his head. "What I mean is that....she acts weird. She sounds more like a adult than a kid."

"Well, we can help her with that too!" Dewy waved off Louie's words. "You'll see! Wait right here, I'll go get her."

Before the other two could say anything, the blue clad duck was running off.

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Huey sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Because it's Dewy." Louie deadpanned, frowning. 'Is....Is she going to run again?'

If Regina was allowed to be in the mansion, why did she run from him?

-With Regina And Reginald-

"I'm sure the tree will be alright." Regina told her elder Brother, patting his arm after he finished putting the tree back into the ground. "The roots are still attached and fully functional, with some time and dedication, the tree will heal and live long after we are gone."

"I-I know... I just..." Reginald sighed, gently looking at the tree with a hole in it. "I can't help but worry for it."

"Oh, Reginald, you have a heart too big to keep in your chest." 'Unlike me.' The duckling giggled while the older duck became flustered and started to stammer something out.

"Hey!"

Both Bushroot's blinked at the sudden call. Turning around, they found one of the triplets, the blue one, coming up to them with a grin.

"Um, Regina, right?" Dewy pointed to her, making her twitch a little. Taking in a silent breath, Regina gave a small smile and nodded, making the boy go on. "Me and my brothers, along with Webby, are going to go to Funso's Funzone. It's a pizza place on the pier, it has games and free punch refills! We wanted to know if you wanted to tag along? It'll be fun!"

"Oh, that's sweet of you all." Regina couldn't help but smile at the beaming boy in blue in front of her. It...it was rare for children around her age to do this. Actually, Dewy would be the first duckling, first child, to ever invite her out to something. Other children seem to know something is off with her, not that she tries to hide it, and stay away from her because of this. Hell, most adults know something is off with her, they just usually have better sense and more self-control not to show how freaked out or how they feel about it.

It's a shame she'll have to decline his offer. Besides the fact she can't leave Mr. McDuck's land - if she did, it would mean she no longer has his protection and Sanctuary is null and void - her brother is still too fragile for her to just leave him alone. It was only a few days ago that he was mutated, his mental state is still in question - not that her's isn't as well, it's just that others do not notice, know or see it - and she fears leaving him would give a chance for him to turn to villainy just like he did in the cartoons. A silly fear. Yet, when one is living what was once just a cartoon, one takes silly fears very seriously as they are the ones more likely to happen. 

"But, I can't." Regina shook her head in negative at the offer. "My Brother and I-"

"Y-You should go." Reginald interrupted her, making her jerk to look up at him with wide eyes. "I...I think it's okay for you to go. It's still early, so Mother and Father most likely haven't notice you are gone yet. And t-they're in St. Canard, not Duckburg. I-It should be fine...right?" Reginald softly questioned, eyes worried yet so warm as they looked down at Regina.

Regina hummed in response, looking her brother up and down. "Do you want me to go?" She couldn't help but ask in curiosity.

"Y-Yes..." Reginald nodded as firmly as he could. "We-we don't know how long we'll be cooped up in here. I-I want you to have some f-fun before....before all the craziness happens."

Biting her bottom beak, Regina thought about it for a moment. Reginald made some good points. it's not like she would run into her parents or someone from school. Hell, even her Grandfather has a mansion in St. Canard and not one in Duckburg, although he doesn't usually live in it. Unless by some cartoon logic her parents decided to leave 'her' in the house to sleep and come to Duckburg for whatever reason, which is very unlikely especially with what Reginald has done and did, Regina should be fine to walk around. Maybe even after Grandfather makes his move, as long as no one knows what she looks like as they would look around St. Canard first before other cities surrounding the crime filled town.

"Alright," Regina started, a smile growing on her face. "I'll go. You raise good points Brother. Do you want me to bring anything back? Some pizza, if you think you can digest that? Maybe I can stop by a store to pick something up for you?"

"N-No, I'm fine." Reginald grinned, happy that he could get his sister to go have some fun and maybe have a chance to make some friends. He had noticed that his poor little sister had trouble making friends, she was just too smart for other children around her own age. Just like himself when he was that age. Maybe this group wouldn't mind Regina's intelligence? If nothing else, it would be good for Regina to go out and have some fun with others, something he is sure she has never done before.

"Alright!" Dewy cheered with a huge grin. "Don't worry, I know it's going to be fun!"

"WOOOOOO~!"

Everyone jerked their head up to the source of the yell, only to see it was Webby. Who, by the way, had just jumped out of her window - which was not even close to the ground - like it was nothing and that she did it everyday. Something that Regina could see and believe about the female duckling.

"This is going to be fun, that much I can believe you on." Regina's smile grew into a amused grin, watching Webby free fall and land perfectly. Still cheering and yelling all the while. This version of Webby was so different than the one she could recall. If nothing else, Regina could see herself getting along with her. "Such excitement she has, if only I could have that energy. I would be able to power the whole city."

"h-heh..." Dewy nervously smiled, rubbing the back of his head. 'Well, too late to regret it all.' Dewy mentally pumped himself up. 'Just roll with it! What could go wrong?'

-Fifteen Minutes Later; Bus Stop-

"-and that's how to break a grown man's wrist with only your finger!" Webby brightly told her new friend, Regina. At first, Webby had been so nervous, using all her nervous energy to cheer, but then Regina had started asking about herself, wanting to get to know her. It was nice. Sure, she was still nervous and rambled on, but Regina didn't seem to mind at all, paying close attention to what she said and asking all kinds of more questions as they waited for the bus. "It's all in the pressure points and small bones."

"Fascinating!" Regina crossed her legs as she sat by Webby, the triplets sitting on Webby's other side and Regina sitting on one edge of the bench. "I knew about pressure points, but I suppose fragile bones are just as easy to hit as them. As long as you have the strength of course."

"Hm, that is one downside." Webby nodded in agreement, frowning as she thought about it before shrugging. "What would you do? If someone tried to trap you?"

"Oh, I wouldn't play fair." Regina admitted without a ounce of shame or regret. "I'd go for the eyes, the pressure points, the throat, just about anything really as long as I can get away safely. Anything and everything can be a weapon after all, even myself if it comes down to it."

Huey twitched at the conversation that was going on besides him. Louie, meanwhile, was lounging on his end of the bench, seemingly ignoring the whole thing and Dewy was just having fun sitting upside down. He wishes that he could just blank everything out like his younger brothers at times like this. Not that Webby and Regina don't seem nice! It's just that Huey knows that this is not a conversation two other ducklings should have.

Taking in a deep breath, Huey knew he had to steer the conversation in a different direction before the two girls start talking about killing someone in public. While he was sort of fine with it, he didn't want others getting the wrong idea and do or say something to the other two. It would also bring the wrong attention to Regina, who was still supposed to be in hiding.

"U-Um, Webby? Regina?" Huey interrupted the two girls, making them look over at him with confusion. "Have you ever been on a bus?"

"Well, I had to get myself and my Brother to Duckburg somehow, and walking would not have been a fast enough method to get that done in the time limit we had." Regina snorted, just imagining the very thought of walking all the way from St. Canard to Duckburg. Not that she wouldn't have done it, but it would leave too much time to chance, for the police to notice something wrong and find them. "Besides, I had to take the bus for school at times. Mostly for field trips."

"Sure I have!" Webby grinned, eyes looking shifty. "So....is it assigned seating or...?"

"Oh, this is going to be fun." Regina laughed as the bus pulled up. If nothing else, she'll get a show once in the bus. A excitable and obviously awkward ducking who has never been on a public bus? That just sounds like the makings of a joke, with a punchline that no one is going to like. Besides Regina that is, it's not like she cares if Webby causes some chaos on the bus.

What's like without some insanity? Regina has lived in this cartoon world for ten years. She has seen people get crushed and be fine after words, has seen people blow up like balloons and deflate like a flat tire. What's another weird and absolutely impossible thing to happen to add to the list of things she has seen? Regina was living a cartoon, and while it drove her up the wall, it still meant that all she needed to do was people watch to get her entertainment.

With that in mind, Regina got out her money as she hopped off the bench, walking inside along with Louie and Dewy as Huey stopped Webby from going in to tell her the basic rules real quick.

"Don't talk to anyone, don't touch anything, don't lick anything, don't go near the emergency break." Huey recited off hurriedly, not wanting to keep the bus driver waiting.

Webby saluted, to show that she understood the rules laid out before her.

-Inside The Bus, With Regina-

'Thank God it's Sunday. I had no idea that kids got in free on the weekends, but now I know.' Regina sighed, sitting straight on the bus seat in the very back. It gave her a good view point, making her able to see almost everywhere and everyone on the bus. Louie and Dewy sat not too far off from her, both of them talking to one another about something or another.

Sifting to cross her legs, Regina bit back a smile once she saw Webby walk onto the bus. She watched the other duckling stop and gap, looking around the bus. Then, her blacks eyes grew and started to sparkle. A wide grin growing on her face.

Even when Huey sat next to her, Regina could only keep a eye on Webby, who has yet to sit down even as the bus started to move. The adult like duckling knew that something cartoony was going to happen, and she didn't want to miss anything. Regina wanted to know just how far this version of Ducktales would go.

And Regina wasn't disappointed, because not even a few seconds into the drive, Webby jumped up, grab a hold of one of the hand holders hanging from the top of the bus, and started swinging on them as if it was a jungle gym and the hand holders were the monkey bars. None of the people in the bus caring or even looking at Webby as she swung around rather gracefully.

No, that was a lie. Huey noticed. How could Regina tell? Well, Huey face palmed so hard that Regina felt it, making her laugh softly.

"Well, if nothing else, she is confident in herself." Regina couldn't help but say aloud, watching Webby start swinging around to sit next to two adult male dogs, one looking like a biker with a Mohawk and the other in sleeveless shirt that showed off his tattoo, which was a heart with a knife going through it - inside the heart was written the word "KNIVES" in block worlds. Webby had no fear as she waved and introduced herself to the two. Most kids wouldn't be able to do that.

"Too much confident can be a bad thing." Huey countered, lifting his face from his hand. He watched Webby get up from her seat to go up and talk to the driver. "....I have a bad feeling about this."

"The worst thing she can do is cause us to wreak, causing a chance of us dying or being gravely injured along with the other passengers." Regina waved off the red wearing duckling's worry kindly, not noticing how he paled at her words. "If nothing else, this bus ride will be the most fun or amusing one I've ever had."

'Your definition of fun and amusing are different from mine.' Huey gulped, glancing to a amused Regina, who was watching Webby run around the bus with a indulgent smile. '....Why can't I ever have any normal friends?'

-With Reginald-

There were many reasons Reginald was happy to be a recluse and a wallflower - now literally a wallflower now that he thinks about it. 

It meant that others usually did not bug him, unless it was to get something from him. It also meant that he was usually out of the way of others and out of the danger zone, unless he made said danger that is. Reginald was usually left alone, something that he hated yet loved it. It was a double sided knife.

Seeing the windows of the mansion crash and break open, floods of water bursting out of the now broken windows now reinforced his thoughts on how great it was to be left alone most of the time. It also reinforced his thoughts that he was glad that he convinced his precious little sister to go off and have fun, so that she didn't have to deal with whatever was going on or worry for his safety.

And so, fearing for his safety, Reginald stayed seated on the bench, enjoying the sunlight and anxiously waiting for his sister's return.

"-A hour? I'll be waiting!"

Reginald blinked, looking up to see Donald ending a call on his cell phone, putting it away not long after. Not prepared for Donald to notice him staring, Reginald floundered for a moment, quickly looking away, staring at his folded hands in his lap.

'Please don't come over here! Please don't come over here! I'm sorry for looking and making eye contact!' Reginald mentally prayed, only to hold back a distressed cry once he glanced up to see the other duck walking over.

"Reginald, right?" Donald asked, looking at the taller mutated duck. Seeing how the other was shivering in fear, Donald tried to make himself look as nonthreatening as possible. Sure, he might be worried about what trouble the two new comers will bring, but he doesn't want them to fear him. "Or, do you want me to call you 'Dr. Reginald' or 'Dr. Bushroot'?" Donald quickly backtracked, not wanting to be rude.

"N-No! There's no need for that!" Reginald quickly denied, finally looking up and waving his hands in negative. "R-Reginald is fine, M-Mr. Duck!"

"Call me Donald." Donald told the other, going to sit down on the bench next to him. "So, what kind of doctor are you? Medical?" Donald couldn't help but ask, curious on just what is going on and happening with the Bushroot's and why they were asking for Sanctuary.

"B-Botany, actually. I-I s-study plants." Reginald fumbled with his hands, not looking at the one sitting next to him. His heart - if he even had a heart now - was beating hard. Social interaction was not one of his strong points, not that he had many of those. "I-I had b-been resurrecting o-on how t-to m-make it so that p-people c-can get their nutrients and vitamins l-like p-plants do. F-From t-the s-sun and w-water alone, or mostly alone...." Reginald babbled a bit before biting his bottom beak to stop himself.

With raised brows, Donald could admit to being impressed. "So, in other words, you were trying to end world hungry?"

"I-I suppose so, yes." Reginald nodded in agreement. "I-I had been t-thinking o-of food shortages and such around the world.... I had f-feared that i-it would g-get worse o-one day, g-going worldwide. B-Better to nip the bud before that happens, right?"

"That's impressive. Your parents must be proud of your work-" Donald quickly cut himself off when he saw Reginald violently flinch, as if struck.

"Hahaha...." Reginald chuckled at the very thought, the very image, of his parents ever being proud of him. He could save the world from all evils, and he knows that they would never be proud of him, of anything he has or would ever do. It still hurts knowing this, but having Regina being proud of him - even though he knows he doesn't deserve it or her love - made up for it.

"R-Regina's real proud of my work!" Reginald stated in a rush, noticing the concerned look he was getting from Donald. "S-She's been following my research from the very start, t-telling m-me how proud s-she is t-to have me as her b-brother."

That alone was what made life worth living for Reginald. His sister, Regina, was the only thing left he had to hold onto and it made him all the guilty that he is dragging her down with him because of his selfishness.

"Regina, huh..." Donald thought back to those big sky blue eyes, old and aged in ways a child's eyes should not be. Glancing to Reginald's eyes, he saw that they were aged, but more watery and weary in a way that spoke of something different yet the same as the other pair of eyes.

"You sound proud of her yourself." Donald said, digging for more information.

"Yes! Regina is very smart for her age, smarter than I ever was at ten. The books she reads are well above elementary level and I know that she could skip more than a few grades if she wanted to." Reginald bragged, a smile growing on his face. "She is so nice and loving, gentle in a way. S-Sadly her knowledge scars off other children, so making friends is hard for her, but hopefully now she will gain four friends." Reginald's eyes lit up hopefully at this. "Regina is a good sister...I know she is going to go far in life and beyond it. People are going to remember her name." The mutated duck bragged once more, eyes shinning as he thought about it all.

"You...really look up to your younger sister." Was the only thing Donald could say. It was weird in a way, for the older sibling to look up to the younger sibling in such a way.

"I'm.....I-I'm a coward." Reginald laughed bitterly, making Donald look at him with wide eyes. "I'm weak, a coward. R-Regain is strong...so much stronger than I ever could be. S-she's the one to take care of m-me." The mutated duck put a hand on his chest, eyes going distant as he started to think back. "S-she kissed my boo-boos, treated my injuries, made sure that I could come visit her, talked to me about anything, listened to me every time I needed to talk, and made sure that I was safe and comfortable as I could be at hom-in that house." Reginald blinked, coming back to the present. He turned his head, looking to Donald. "I-I know it's weird...for the younger sibling to be the strong one....b-but is it so wrong to admire and look up to your younger sister?"

A face flashed in Donald's mind, making his heart stop. "N...No." Donald shook his head slowly, eyes going distant as well. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"I just wish I could be a better brother....but I'm too weak to be. Before this and now." Reginald muttered to himself, thinking back to all the times Regina either helped him, saved him, or made sure that their parents didn't start on him for whatever reason. "I-I'm not strong. Not at all and not like her...."

Both sat there until a few delivery trucks come driving up, Donald's delivery of generators coming in.

-With Regina, Webby, And the Triplets-

"It was a nice bow tie." Webby nervously smiled, shrugging at the looks the boys were giving her. Regina's amused face made it a bit better though. At the looks, Webby gripped her backpack straps and looked off to the side with a frown. "Sorry..."

And Regina was amused. She had watched Webby bug the other passengers in the bus, eventually coming to the point where she demanded for the bus driver to stop as Webby wanted to get a better look at a dog wearing a bow tie. Now, Regina has no idea if it was a anthro dog or a pet dog - it was so weird to even think about it all - but it still didn't change the fact that the bus driver did stop, and then proceeded to throw them all out of the bus.

Well, she almost threw Regina out, but she was not having that. With a glare, daring the driver to even think about touching her, Regina got up by herself and walked off after the other four were thrown off. If that driver had touched her, it would not have been pretty. Like she was going to have a stranger - a adult at that - grab her, only to physically hurt her by throwing her out of a bus.

Thinking it like that makes it sound way worse than it is, which Regina would have been counting on if the driver did throw her out.

"I-It's fine." Huey assured, glancing away.

"it's just a short walk to Funso's." Dewy tried to comfort, only for Huey to frown and gesture all around them.

"Through the sketchiest neighborhood in town." The oldest triplet deadpan, making all the other ducklings look around them.

There was a dirty, tan rat using slime green spray paint to write "FLATULENCE" on one of the building's walls. Said rat turned around and hissed at them all once he noticed them staring. Not too far from where the rat was, was two kids playing where a murder obviously happened. Meaning that there was a paint outline of where and how the body was and had police tap up before someone ripped it down. One kid, that had a eye-patch, was jumping in the body outline, the inside of the outline having been filled in with chalk to look like and be used like a hopscotch. The other kid, a chick, was standing by waiting her turn.

And if that wasn't enough, a faint scream sounded out and a crate full of chickens - actual chickens, not anthros - wheeled by on a skateboard.

Now, was this on the weird side? Yes. Was it sketchy? Oh, diffidently. Was it the worst neighborhood Regina has even been in or seen? Hell no.

"You obviously have never been in St. Canard." Regina snorted, making them all look at her. "When a insane duck comes jumping or skipping in, dressed as a jester of all things, and throwing deadly toys around, or when a rat in a yellow jumpsuit comes to start stealing light-bulbs, talking to said light-bulbs as if they are talking back, electrifying all in his way with a insane laugh, or if it is a dog made out of water, calling out slogans like he is in a commercial, and either drowning everyone in sight or stealing from everyone in sight, then I'll start to get anxious. If all three of those options come in sight, then I'll fear for our lives in earnest."

Regina was honestly lucky she lived in a nice neighborhood, in this life and her last one. She knew it was very expensive, even with the house being on the smaller side, because of it being a nicer and, more importantly, safer neighborhood. It still didn't change the fact that said neighborhood was in and apart of St. Canard, insanity and crime was everywhere, no matter where you lived. It just came in varying sizes, amounts and types depending on where you lived. She was lucky never to gain the attention or be around when one of the more notable villains came around to cause havoc, but she has seen the news and aftermath of quite a few crimes.

In St. Canard, children are taught at a young age about crime. About the rates, why they are so high, and why people go insane even. At schools, the teachers show them the most wanted lists to memorize, on who to watch out for and keep away from and will keep the list up as to make sure the faces are burned into their young minds, only putting up a new list once it changed in any way to keep the students informed. Such a change to her old life, but not a bad one. Not with how crime filled St. Canard is, even with Darkwing Duck trying his all to clean it up - even if it is for his ego like it sort of was in the cartoon. But, because of school, Regina could list off the top fifty most wanted in her city and nearby said city, maybe even going as far as top one hundred.

-Regina liked to be prepared. Living in St. Canard means that you know you are going to be held hostage at least once in you life, in some shape or form, or mugged by some random criminal. It's lucky if it is just that, a criminal. Unlucky if it is a villain. What was once a cartoon to laugh at, a comic to enjoy, was now her life. What were once silly villains were real, and could kill her without a second thought or regret. One of them could have been her own brother if she didn't step in. So, yeah, Regina memorized almost the whole wanted list and made sure to know where the shelters were in the city, where the police stations were and how to hide away and keep silent even in the worst conditions. All because her life was on the line. No shame in admitting that, not when she already died once.-

The schools also taught them how to run, how to get away, what to do when in a hostage situation and even how to talk your way through getting hurt or buy time for help to come. Showed them and made them memorize all the emergency numbers and what to say or do while calling for help. It might look fine, but the city is a dangerous place no matter where you are or where you live. No matter if it is day or night, although night is considerable more dangerous than day. Sure, some neighborhoods are worse than others, but truly, anything can happen in the city. St. Canard is not a safe city, but Regina will admit to it being home.

It just shows how insane she is, loving how chaotic St. Canard was even though she feared many things about the city. The makings of a abusive relationship right there, yet it is much like Gotham City in the Batman comics that she used to read. Although crime filled, when you are born into the city and grow up in it, there are a few ways it can go from there. Either you live and die there, because it is your home no matter how filthy it is, or you leave as soon as you are old enough and have the connections or money to do so.

Regina could admit to being the first; St. Canard was home and it shaped her in ways that even her last life couldn't. Still doesn't change the fact that if QuackerJack, Megavolt and the Liquidator come storming in, Regina knows it is either time to get away as fast as she can or hide out of sight and make a plan to get away. Really, she is lucky that Negaduck hasn't popped up yet. It would have been deadly trying to get her brother than if Negaduck has gotten his hands on him. Truly, Regina hopes that as this is so different from the cartoons that she recalls, that he doesn't show up at all, or at the least, not any time soon.

"Those....are very specific descriptions." Huey eventually stated, looking Regina up and down.

"It's almost like they're real people!" Dewy agreed, not getting that they are real people. Louie face palmed at this while Webby gasped in realization on just who Regina was talking about.

"You're talking about those big time criminals in St. Canard!" Webby rubbed her chin in thought. "What were their names again?"

"QuackerJack, Megavolt, and The Liquidator." Regina told to the other ducklings. Face stern and firm as she want on. "They are within the top five most wanted criminals in St. Canard, although I am not sure about where they stand internationally. Dr. Slug is the number one most wanted right now, with Megavolt following close behind him. If you see any of them, run. Run and hide." Regina sighed, face softening a bit but eyes stayed hard as she looked at the fearful and shocked ducklings in front of her. They were just children, both physically and mentally. It was hard to think about a time where she didn't have worries like a child should. 

"They are mainly in St. Canard, and have never left the city once, but that could change. They are insane after all. I wouldn't be shocked if they got board and came over here for whatever reason. So, if you see them, do not play hero. Run, hide, get help, do whatever to get away as quick as you can without gaining their attention." Regina lectured lightly, just as her teachers in school did. Stern and firm, but soft and gentle at the same time. It was a good way to let them know that she was serious, yet not frightening them into becoming hermits for the rest of their lives.

All of the other ducklings quickly nodded with a gulp, realizing for the first time just how different their cities were and how much dangerous a place could get. It gave a new meaning to "sketchy neighborhood", and made them look around them with new eyes, knowing that it could be way worse. Regina lived in place filled with actual super powered villains, has most likely seen things that are normal for her even if they never would be for their city or them, it wasn't too shocking that she didn't fear the place around them. Why would she, when she shared a city filled with people who are known murders or worse?

"Well...." Webby glanced around, then smiled despite the tense air around them. "Bet it's a faster run. Race ya!" With that, she started to jog down the sidewalk. Effectively killing the tense mood, and making it lighter.

Huey rolled his eyes with a sigh, before calling down the side walk. "Wrong way."

"Whoop!" Webby quickly turned around, running the other way and past the other ducklings.

With a slight shrug, Regina started to lightly jog after Webby, with Louie, Dewy and Huey right behind her.

Unknown to them all, once they turned the corner and went down a new sidewalk, they gained the attention of some unsavory criminals looking for their next big pay day.

-Across The Street-

Three male dog anthros - one tall and buff, one skinny and middle height, and one short and stocky. All wore a red shirt with a "B" on it and a green hat. Their fur a tan color and shade. - stood by a opened armored truck. In between the dog anthros, was a grey bird anthro in a uniform, said bird was tied up tightly with some rope. The buff one, Bouncer, noticed the kids running by.

"Hey, isn't tha' the McDuck brats?" Bouncer asked aloud, watching them run by. "Looks like they have a new friend."

"Let's get them!" The short and stout one, Bigtime, hit a fist in the palm of his other hand, a wide grin coming alive.

"Uh-uh." The skinny one, Burger, shook his head, watching the kids slowly get out of sight.

"Burger's right." Bouncer looked to his smallest brother, a frown on his face, before he looked to the armored truck. "Ma told us we's only supposed to take down the truck."

"Forget the truck!" Bigtime pointed to in the direction the kids had ran down. "That's the payday." He then smirked, pointing to his head. "Think big."

The frown on Bouncer's face turned into a sharp grin, eyes lightening up.

Turning around, Bouncer lifted up the bird anthro so that they were face to face.

"Sorry, Carl." Bouncer genuinely apologized before grinning devilishly. "Same time next month?"

Carl just nodded in reply, face weary. Seeing this, Bouncer then threw Carl into the back of the armored truck, making Carl squawk in pain. Wasting no time, Bouncer then closed the doors, leaving Carl in the dark, tied up, and with little to no way out.

Just another day when the Beagle Boys were around, that much Carl knew.

-With The Ducklings, Funso's Funzone-

Regina blankly looked up at the building in front of her, the triplets cheering as they ran up it, Dewy knocking into Huey making them fall as he couldn't stop himself in time. Webby stood by her, also looking up at the restaurant/play area, only awe was on her face were as Regina had nothing on her's.

'This....reminds me of Chuck E. Cheese's.' Regina wearily looked at the huge walrus on the building, the teeth lining the door. 'Only slightly more creepy.'

Sure, while the mouse wasn't the best mascot - why would they think a mouse was the best for a pizza place? Wasn't mouses and rats a bad thing to have in a eating place or any establishment that was used for play and eating? Maybe they were trying to copy off Mickey Mouse? - it was better looking than the walrus in her mind. But, really, the animatronics were the creepy part from what she could remember from Chuck E. Cheese's. Lifeless, yet moving and singing. And then those horror games that came out based on animatronics came out, just making the whole thing worse. Here's hoping that nothing electronic comes alive or that this place just didn't have them at all.

"Funso's Funzone." Webby read aloud in awe, watching the building shine in the light.

Dewy dropped down on his back, waving his arms about. Huey lifted a arm and Louie raised both arms. "Where fun is in the zone~" All three sang before going off, Huey grabbing Dewy's legs and dragging him off behind him.

Webby quickly ran in after them, Regina jogging behind her.

Quickly going in, both Webby and Regina stopped by Louie, who was watching their reactions with a slight smirk.

After making sure she could see all the exit signs - because, yes, Regina isn't chancing crap - Regina looked at the place in front of her. Everything seemed to be split into threes. A big play area in the middle, a arcade to the right and a eating area to the left. Not bad, but it seemed so separated. Just having the parents stand around seemed like a bad idea as they could get aggravated. Usually the seats to eat where in sight of the play areas, making it easier to everyone and catering to the teens and adults. Surly the parents shouldn't just let their kids out of sight for anything-

'Duckburg. This is Duckburg.' Regina reminded herself with a sigh, relaxing a bit. 'Not St. Canard or my past life.' With that in mind, Regina glanced around with slight interest.

"Pizza?" Webby questioned aloud, looking at the pizza area. Then, she went down the line, sound more exited than the last. "Games? A pit of balls?!"

Regina snorted when she glanced to said pit of balls. A Mother just put their kid into said pit, and the kid sunk down so low that Regina could only say it was possible due to cartoon physics and logic. And with the signs next to the pit of balls saying "WORLD'S DEEPEST PIT" and "PLEASE ATTEND YOUR CHILDREN", Regina could see the pit going down very far.

So much so, that Regina honestly wanted to get in it and find out just how deep it goes. For science that is.

Both Regina and Webby made to go to the pit of balls, but Louie reached out and grabbed onto their backpacks, stopping them.

"Sweet Webbigail and sweet Regina, ball pits are for babies." Louie put his arms around both girls's shoulders, making Regina raise a brow. The adult like duckling wondered just where the green wearing duckling was going with this. Webby, meanwhile, went wide eyed, glancing to the ball pit before looking straight once Louie started to lead the girls forward. "Walk with me."

Louie let the both go as soon as they walked into what was called the "Pizza Pier". Glancing around, Regina could admit it looked like a slandered restaurant/play area, and she could see why the ares were separated now. The outside didn't look that big, but inside is larger. It made sense to separate them all to make it easier on the workers and make sure that no where is too crowded. But, that didn't mean the pizza area needed to be fenced in so that no one could see the play area. The arcade, yeah, she could understand. But not the other areas.

'Maybe I could build my own restaurant when I am older?' Regina mentally snorted at the thought.

"You're in the zone now." Louie started to explain to the two girls. "If you wanna get by in this world, you gotta know the people who make it spin."

Brows raised in surprise, Regina couldn't help but think on how this duckling was pretty much talking about social ladder climbing, politics and making connections for later uses....but was using a pizza place as his example and most likely having no idea just how those words can be used. But, she supposed, that everyone has to start somewhere.

When a teen or young adult female dog anthro walked by them, Louie turned and stopped.

"Josie, new token apron?" Louie asked, winking with a thumbs up. "Nice!"

Josie giggled, reaching into her apron to pull out a bag. Coins clicked as she handed it off to Luoie, then she went off with a smile and a wave. After that happened, a teen pig male anthro stepped up, gesturing to a small boardwalk that lead up to the employees area. A table with three chairs by the drink machine stood by the edge.

"Your usual table, sir." The pig anthro said blandly.

"Merci, Toby." Louie thanked, handing off some coins to the teen. Said teen looked at the change with a frown as he walked off.

Walking up the small boardwalk, Louie sat on one side of the circular table, Webby on the other, and Regina took the spot in between the two, the seat closer to the edge. Taking off their backpacks, Webby went to grab some money while Regina sat her backpack in her lap. The brown haired duckling wanted to see the menu before she even thought about bringing out her money.

A teen, female bird walked up. She was lightly brown with darker hair, a red yellow hat, and had on the uniform. With the red platter and cup on the said platter, it was obvious she was a waitress.

Webby finally pulled out a few bills, which Louie noticed.

"Webby, Regina, your money is no good here." Louie said with a comical sage like voice, eyes closed and shaking his finger at her as if he was scolding them both.

"What do they take?" Webby asked, putting the dollar bills back into her backpack, starting to dig around to see what else she had. "I have pounds, pesos, rubles." Webby listed off as she looked around her backpack.

"Is it because I'm from St. Canard?" Regina couldn't help but ask aloud, laughing almost insanely in her head. She just made a low-key racist joke in what was once a kids cartoon. Wasn't her fault that Louie's words could be take the wrong way. "I don't see the issue with Webby's money if that is the case...."

Although, in all honesty, she could see that happening later on because of who her brother is. If only for the fact that she knows not everyone will believe her Grandfather and or will see Reginald as a freak for how he looks. Because of their relation, Regina can see some not so nice times in her future. She doesn't mind though, her brother is worth it.

"What? No!" Louie quickly shook his head at Regina, eyes fully opened as he looked at her with wide eyes. "That's not what I meant!"

"Ah, I'm glad." Regina smiled in relief, hiding the laughter in her eyes. "I know St. Canard isn't the nicest of cities, making others view St. Canadians in a bad light, and I did hear about rivalries that had gone too far before on the news between citizens. Thanks for clearing that up."

All true too, even if it is misleading. More than one fight has happened at sport games between the cities with a lot of unkind words being thrown around about their respective cities. That's not counting the actual fights - that usually end with someone in the hospital or dead - between citizens that have happened before in history and now; The whole truth and not at all misleading.

Sighing, Louie relaxed and turned to Webby. "It's the oldest currency in the world." He told the pink bow wearing girl.

"Ancient obsidian rune stones?" Webby asked without missing a beat.

"I don't think they would have much business then." Regina pointed out to Webby, glancing to all the teens, kids and adults. "Or, any at all. It's not like that kind of currency grows on trees or is something that people carrying around just because."

"Hm, I see your point." Webby hummed with a nod in agreement. "Then, what could it be?"

"Well, the pound sterling is the oldest currency still in use. Although, it would be hard to find in America." Regina couldn't help but smile as she told the other duckling. Even with Louie's growing frown, Regina couldn't help but egg Webby on a bit. It was like a guessing game, and it was the first time Regina got to play this kind of game with another around her age.

"Yeah, but Louie said that it wasn't pounds. And I do have some in my backpack." Webby frowned, thinking hard on it. "Maybe the Fleur de Coin?"

"If it was that, I better be getting the whole business, building, land and workers, as well as the owners being in debt to me for years to come. So much so that their great-great-great children will be in debt to me and my family, because that coin is worth more than a single pizza and drink." Regina shook her head at the though of using one of the oldest coins, if not the first coin ever made, in the world to buy pizza. It would be a cartoony thing to do, but she had too much common sense to do that. "Besides, no one would be here if that was the case."

"Your right....maybe-" Webby was about to offer another option, but Louie cut them off.

"No, no!" Louie shook his head in negative, waving his arms to single them to stop. Once he had their attention, Louie lifted a finger. "It's flattery!"

"Ahem." Louie cleared his throat before putting his head in his hands, leaning on the table with his elbows as he he turned to look up at the waitress with a smile. "I can't tell. Is that the heat lamps or your natural glow?"

"Oh, Mr. Duck," The teen smiled, looking amused and flattered. "the usual?"

"Yep!" Louie sat up, leaning back on his chair and folded his hands together on top of the table. "One free cup for water, please."

The teen gave the empty cup to the Duckling, walking away with a slight smirk. Then, Louie turned around in his chair to use the drink dispenser, filling up the cup with punch instead of water.

"That's not water!" Webby yelled in a whisper, eyes small dots as she looked scandalized at the cup in question.

"It's all apart of the system." Louie leaned back on his chair, drinking from his cup. "You try."

"I wouldn't recommend that." Regina cut in before Webby could get up.

"Why's that?" Louie asked with a brow raised. "Don't think she can do it?"

"You have built up a reputation with the workers, have been coming here for a while it seems, and already have a system worked out for yourself. The workers like and trust you to a point, as they would get in trouble for doing this if they get caught. Maybe even fired." Regina leaned forward on the table, focusing on Louie. "It takes time to get to the point where you are at; Where workers give you coins, let you eat where you are not supposed to, and give you freebies with a smile." Regina hummed, glancing to Webby out of the corner of her eye. "While a fast, smooth talker has a chance to do it within a short amount of time, Webby is new to all this from what I can see. You just pushing her out there would be like pushing a person who doesn't know how to swim in the deep end. Sink or swim style of teaching."

"Well, what else is she supposed to do?" Louie asked with a raised brow. "Sink or swim is the only way to go about this. How else is she going to learn about the system? How to make it turn around in her favor?"

"How about trying and practicing on friends and or family before slowly working her way up to establishments that could kick us out at the slightest manipulation on our part?" Regina asked right back without even pausing.

"Dewy and Huey would go too easy on her, even if she messed up. They wouldn't take it seriously enough." Louie protested with a frown, thinking about it. "But, I can see your point on it being too high stakes on the first try..."

Webby watched the two, eyes going back and forth between them as they talked. it...it reminded her of two parents arguing about their kid's schooling or how to raise their kid. While flattered that they cared about her so much, especially Regina as they have just met today, Webby, while very nervous, wanted to give it a go. This was a challenge! A new type of adventure!

Feeling pumped up, Webby hopped off her chair, making Louie and Regina stop in mid-talking to look at her.

"I-I'm going in!" Webby clinched her first, eyes burning with nerves and determination.

Both Regina and Louie blankly watched Webby walk up to the teen.

"I'm just going to say this now." Regina glanced to Louie, who was watching Webby with focused eyes even though his stance was lazy. "I don't see this going or ending well. Not because Webby isn't nice or likable, but...."

Louie watched Webby talk to the teen, Jane, and seeing Jane looking more worried and awkward as more time goes on. Sighing, Louie face palmed at the train wreak not too far from him. Rubbing his face and couldn't help but groan, conceding to Regina's point. "I see that now."

And, because things couldn't get even better, a young adult, male pig anthro walked out of the Employees room. Seeing the tag on the pig, it wasn't hard to see he was the manager of the place. And from his angry face, he had heard every word that Webby had said.

"There a problem here?" The Manager asked with a deep frown, glaring down at the two females in front of him.

Not wanting Webby to making anything worse, Louie moved on top of the table, shaking his head and ran a finger across his throat, to show her to abort the mission. How he didn't see that being taken the wrong way, Regina didn't know.

Regina had to hold herself back from laughing, eyes going wide when she saw Webby pull out a red spork from out of nowhere, holding it as if it was a knife, and glanced to the manager and to them, waiting to see what they wanted her to do.

Louie hurriedly waved his hands in negative, accidentally gaining the attention of the manager.

The Manger turned and quickly zoned in on the cup that Louie filled with punch. With a scowl, the pig turned to look at Jane. "What did I tell you about handing out freebies, Jane?" Pointing for her to go, Jane did with her head down.

With Jane gone, The Manager turned back to the table. More importantly, focusing in on Louie, who was still kneeling on the table. "You pay for that punch, Duck?" It sounded like a question, but Louie and Regina both knew it wasn't.

But, before Louie could do or say anything, Regina spoke up.

"We will." Regina agreed with a nod, eyes hardening as they stared up at the manager. "After we get our menus, order our food, eat said food, and get the bill of course. Unless you are telling me that we have to pay a certain amount of money before we can eat anything like a all-you-can-eat buffet?" Regina raised a brown, unimpressed with the very thought. "If that is the case, then I would like to know just what I am paying for before anything else as I did not see any kind of sign telling me about paying first before ordering, outside or inside."

Louie's mouth was on the floor while the Manager spluttered, face red in embarrassment and anger.

"Well? My answers?" Regina looked calm, putting her elbows on the table and leaning on her folded together hands. "Oh, I see. Is this a scam or something? Maybe harassment of minors? A hate crime of some kind?"

There was a threat in her sky blue eyes, telling the manager that she could spin this situation in many different ways, and come up on top on anyone. She might be taking this too far, but hell would overtake the heavens before she gets pushed around by someone else. Cypress and Lily might have forced her to bend to adults's whims, but with them gone now, Regina would not hold back unless there was a good reason for her to. Besides, it is her right as a customer to demand these answers as she should be paying after getting the meal unless it was stated before hand that she had to pay before getting anything.

"Y-you-!" The Manager growled lowly, face reddening at the fact that a child was threatening him. Then, he shook his head and stopped himself before he could make things worse. "Of course, Miss. I must ask you to move tables though, as this is the Employees only table."

"That's fair." Regina agreed, grabbing her backpack and sliding off the chair. Glancing up to Louie, she raised a brow in question. "Are you coming?"

"Y-Yeah!" Louie quickly got off the table, making sure to grab his drink. The Manager started to lead the two of them to the other tables.

When he passed Webby, he couldn't help but give her an annoyed look. "Thanks, Webby." He muttered as they passed her.

But, it wasn't her fault. Regina was right. Pushing Webby into the deep end, expecting her to get it right on her first try, wasn't right.

Although, Louie felt a bit uneven around the new duckling now. Even more than before. Regina told off a adult, someone older than her and in a higher position than her, like it was nothing. Admirable, that much Louie could admit to. It was a bit awe inspiring watching her twist the conversation in her favor with no effort on her part. The thing that mostly tripped him up though, is that she doesn't sound like a kid.

Regina talks like a adult. She acts like a mini adult. It wasn't right and left him wondering why this was and how to even talk to her.

'She's....' Louie glanced to the duckling on his mind. She was looking straight ahead, eyes focused and walking tall and proud. It was like watching a short adult on a mission walking by. He couldn't help but feel so....little next to her for whatever reason.

"Weird."

Louie never noticed how Regina's smile fell down a fraction, eyes going hard.

-McDuck Manor-

"Special delivery for D. Duck!"

Beakley could only watch with wide eyes after she had opened the door to find a mountain of portable generators in front of the door.

"Come around back!"

Beakley's eyes honed in on the duck who just called out. Not too far from the stoop was Donald, watching workers roll the generators to the back like ordered.

Donald feeling the stare, turned around with a smile. He pointed to the workers behind him. "Portable generators." He proudly explained, waving his hands in a dismissive manner. "Keep your power Mrs. B; I'm off the grid!"

"That idiot is going to get himself killed." Beakley said to herself as she turned around. Thinking on that for a moment, she shrugged with a smile. If he dies, oh well. It wasn't her fault.

"U-Umm..."

Quickly turning her head around, she was surprised to see a shivering duck-plant hybrid. "Yes, Dr. Bushroot?"

"O-Oh! P-Please call me R-Reginald." Reginald quickly stuttered out, trying to calm himself. "I..I w-was wondering if...if it is okay for me to u-use the k-kitchen?"

"Ah, I suppose you may. I do not see any issue with using the kitchen when you want if you are staying for a while." Beakley allowed, feeling pleased at least one adult staying in her house had common decency. Then, she recalled who she was talking to. A scientist who either experimented on himself or said experiment went wrong. In either case, it is not a good one.

"Do you know how to cook?" She asked, fearing for a moment he wanted the kitchen for a experiment.

"Y-Yes!" Reginald hurried to assure the taller and buffer duck, a shaky smile on his face. "I-I've been cooking alone since I was f-four. I-I know how t-to work in it fine, and the rules are not too different from working in a lab."

With that, the scientist hurried past the frozen housekeeper.

-"I-I've been cooking alone since I was f-four."-

Beakley watched the hybrid all but run to the kitchen, a worried frown on her face.

-Funso's Funzone-

"-and then all my high scores were gone!" Dewy wildly gestured with his hands, annoyed and frustrated where he sat.

Regina silently sipped her drink - a cup of milk. After sitting down with Louie, they were given menus, and she had only ordered milk, not feeling very hungry at the moment. Paying just for the drinks, stating that is all she wanted, Regina and Louie just sat there in silence.

It felt awkward on Louie's end. On Regina's end, she is used to it. Not many kids wanted to talk to her or be around her.

After a while, the two older brothers of Louie came up and sat with them at the picnic like table. It didn't even take a second for Dewy to launch into the story of Webby accidentally erasing his high scores from his favorite game. Apparently the guy in the mascot custom had grabbed her, and then she had reacted, knocking him down to where he had tripped over the wires and plugs. Thus, unplugging Dewy's game and clearing all the memory off of it. Dewy, according to Huey, then started dramatically talking to the machine as if he life was over. Causing a lot of other people to stare and come over to see what the problem was. So, the older brother decided to drag him here, away from the arcade game, to calm him down for a bit.

"Why did she have to overreact like that?" Huey sighed, rubbing his forehead. His brothers agreeing with him.

Regina, on the other hand, frowned at this.

"But, she didn't overreact." Regina looked to the three, sitting her cup down. "A grown adult, a stranger at that, laid his hand on her without her consent and out of nowhere - when she was in the middle of playing a game even." Regain raised a brow, humming once a thought hit her. "Why did he grab her anyway? Workers and mascots are not allowed to just touch a kid like that; It could lead to misunderstandings, sketchy situations, and getting sued. Sure, the kid themselves can hug the mascot, but not the other way around. Unless it is a emergency, they can't just walk up to a kid and touch them, not even to pat their head much less grab their shoulder and get in their space." Eventually she shrugged at the looks she was getting.

"Well, when you put it like that...." Huey sighed as he glanced to the floor, a frown on his face as he started to view the whole thing in a new light.

"Yeah, why did he touch her?" Louie asked Dewy, sipping his punch. "Did she do something wrong? Break someone's arm or....?" The green clad duckling trailed off, waiting for his brother to fill in the blank.

Dewy frowned in thought, trying to think back. "Um....no." Dewy's eyes widened at the realization. "Webby didn't do anything bad or wrong. She was just playing the game, like I was."

"There you go." Regina said, tipping her head. "A strange adult male in a custom - meaning that his identity is hidden from sight - grabbed a hold of a underage female duck, a duckling, with no other adults around and without her consent, out of nowhere and with no real reason in sight." Regina gave a smile while the three boys paled at her words. "Sounds like a basic kidnapping, at least, and Webby had enough common sense to react to a stranger grabbing onto her no matter where she is. Kidnappings and worse happen everywhere, you know?"

"How can you smile saying that!" Louie snapped, making Regina loose her smile for a moment. Then, she gained it back, looking straight at Louie.

'How can I say such things? Because I know more than any of you that these things go on, yet life goes on as well. Horrible things happen. Death happens - as well as rebirth apparently. I smile, because if I don't, then I will be crying just thinking about all of this. Life is cruel, life is not kind nor patient. The proof is all around us. I am wrong, I am not right. I am not sane, I am not insane. I am something yet I am nothing. I smile because if I don't, then what's the point? A smile can express so much after all. Maybe....I am showing the wrong type of smile? But, in the end, it's all boiled down to one fact for the reason that I smile while saying such things... I smile-'

"Because I'm weird." Regina's eyes drilled into Louie's, smile soft and gentle but eyes hard and unrelenting.

All three boys flinched back as if hit. It was simple to see that Regina either figured out their thoughts on her, or even heard the youngest state his thoughts out loud. Regina just gulped down the rest of her milk, sat down the cup and then got up from her seat.

"I'm going to go look for Webby." The duckling announced, not even looking at the triplets as she walked off.

".....Louie." Louie slowly turned his head to see Huey frowning at him. Gulping, Louie glanced to the side to see Dewy watching Regina walk away with a worried look on his face.

There were no words needed, not really. Louie sighed, looking down at the table. "I know."

-McDuck Manor; With Beakley-

Pouring some nice warm tea into the tea cup, Beakley stood in between the staircases, looking out the window that showed the pool. Sipping, she watched as Donald set up the generators, put gasoline in them, and then turned them all on.

The buff duck watched as the generators shook the boat, making the gasoline fall into the water. Donald tried to save them, only to knock down one of the generators into the soiled water. Needless to say, a fire started. The sailor tired to put it out with more water from the pool, but seemed to forget that it was all tainted by gasoline now. Therefore, the fire just grew.

Taking another sip, Beakley listened to the muffled screams of Donald Duck with nothing but calmness. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Scrooge walking down one set of stairs, eyes closed and not looking as if his first attempted at a bath was ruined by the fact that everything flooded.

"Perhaps we would put your nephew up in a hotel; In New Zealand." Beakley offered, only to go wide eyed when Scrooge just kept walking, going up the other set of stairs.

"No time, guest baths are callin'." Scrooge turned around with a grin before heading up the other flight of stairs. "Beakley's problem!"

Beakley slumped, groaning as if in great pain.

Not wanting to look at Donald failing at putting out the fire anymore, she lifted the tray with the tea on it, heading off to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, she froze once more.

There was Dr. Reginald Bushroot baking up some cake, humming and in a fluffy purple apron. But what confused her were the ingredients all around him; Vegetables, savory spices and such.

"O-Oh!" Reginald looked up, finally noticing her. He flushed, nervously fluttering as if doing something wrong. "I-I just wanted to m-make Regina a-a nice t-treat for when s-she gets back is all! She doesn't have much of a s-sweet tooth, but s-savory cakes a-are one of her favorites!"

"It's fine." Beakley cut off the doctors stuttering. "You had asked permission to use the kitchen, and I gave it."

Reginald sighed in relief, only to go back to fidgeting when Beakley walked up, sat down the tray she had been holding, and tried the batter for herself.

"Hmmm...This isn't half bad." Beakley hummed at the savory flavor hitting her taste buds. There was just enough sugar in it to make it a cake, but not enough for it to be sweet. A nice balance. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get this recipe?"

"I-I created it..." Reginald softly admitted, shaking slightly at the attention he was getting. "A-After I found o-out that R-Regina d-didn't like very s-sweet things, I-I c-created this a-as a t-treat for her."

'He created a whole recipe just for his sister?' Beakley glanced down to the shivering duck-plant hybrid. 'For someone who is involved in something dangerous, he is a good big brother, if nothing else.'

"Well, don't let me stop you." Beakley then went off to get lunch ready, letting Reginald get back to his baking. "Take all the time you need."

Shifting, Reginald went back to cutting the vegetables, wincing as if cutting himself. He could hear nothing from these vegetables, could feel nothing, but it still didn't stop the fact that he felt connected to them. Some vegetables, he found, want to be eaten as if it is their life goal. Others cry and beg for mercy, not wanting to die. It's so easy to tell which veggies are raised on farms or in the in the wild when you can hear plant life like he can now.

Yet, Reginald already killed two ducks. Killing other vegetables would just make a full circle for him.

He's hands are stained now, they can't get any dirtier even if he tried.

-Arcade Area-

Regina glanced around as soon as she stepped into the arcade area, eyes searching for a pink bow. It didn't take long to find her. Webby was standing off in the corner, fiddling with her fingers and looking down at the ground. Obviously down in the dumps about what has happened throughout the day. Taking in the sight before her, Regina sighed before making her way over to the downtrodden duckling.

"Ah, there you are."

Webby jumped a bit in surpise, jolting around to find Regina was the one behind her. Relaxing, Webby was honestly impressed that the other duckling could sneak up on her like that. She figured that Regina must be light on her feet to be able to do that.

-Unknown to Webby, Regina taught herself to be quiet, to walk silently like a shadow. For her own safety and for her brother's as well.-

"Webby, do you want to check out the prizes with me?" Regina asked softly, holding out her hand for the saddened duckling to take. "Maybe we can find something that is worth getting tickets for?"

"I....I don't think that's a good idea..." Webby muttered, glancing away from the duckling in front of her. "I'll just ruin everything."

"Ruin looking at prizes?" Regina snorted at the very thought, a slight smirk working it's way up on her beak. "If you can make looking at items I may never be able to win more interesting, then I will be very impressed."

In fact, Regina can see the prizes from where she is standing right now. Or, at least, the ones high up on the wall. And there was a kid sized messenger bag that caught her eye. It seemed to be light brown with flowers painted on it, or embroidered on it. It was hard to tell with how far away they were from the prize table. So, if Webby can make it so that she could get the bag through some crazy hijinks, Regain wouldn't be complaining at all.

"Y-You don't understand!" Webby sadly frowned, eyes watering a bit. "I....I don't want them to think I'm weird! I'm trying really hard to be normal, and it's not working." Webby sniffed, tugging at her own shirt in frustration. "You probably don't understand that being the weird girl or not having friends, but..."

"What makes you think I don't?" Regina frowned in confusion at this, offered hand falling down at the sudden accusation. "Webby, I'm going to be honest with you, I don't have any friends."

"Hm? B-But you're so smart and kind!" Webby gasped out in astonishment, eyes flying up and going wide to look at the other duckling.

"Kind, huh?" Regina whispered before shaking her head, speaking up. "Webby, I am smarter than the average duckling, the average child. I speak like a adult and can come off as smug or high and mighty because of this. Most other kids around or near my age, even teenagers, don't like me for many reasons. Most adults either ignore me or feel threatened because of how I act and how I am." 

Regina could still recall her kindergarten teacher, and how she told Regina off for telling her to do her job when Regina offered up a alternative punishment for one of the girls who bullied her. Said girl still tries bullying Regina in fact. Regina has no friends to call her own, only having her Brother - and he's family, not a friend. Other children either bully her - try to at least, Regina is mentally too old for such things - or outright ignore her existence.

While it gave her so much time to study, the reincarnated duckling could admit to being lonely at times. Yet, for someone who was not supposed to be born, it could be worse, that much Regina knows.

"I don't know how to be a kid." Regina admitted, not saying how much of that is true. "I am weird. And do you want to know something, Webby?"

"Y-Yes!" Webby stood straight at the intense look Regina was giving her.

"All the best people are weird." Regina stated this certainly, eyes focused as she thought back to her last life, and to the characters in this life. "Sure, there are the dangerously weird, but all the best world's thinkers are thought to be weird at one point in their life. Almost every inventor was thought to be insane and weird for wanting to create what they did. Revolutions are lead by those weird individuals as well. I'm sure that Scrooge McDuck was thought to be weird as well, if not still to this day." Regina gave a slight chuckle as she realized something. "I know for sure my Brother and Grandfather are thought to be weird, but look at them. My Grandfather is officially the third richest duck in the world, and my Brother has many different prizes, theories, and medals to his name. Normal is a social standard that changes with time or when it is convenient."

As Regina talked, Webby's eyes got wider and wider.  The duckling never thought about it like that. Free thinkers, especially in the past, were thought to be either insane or weirdos by others. It also hit Webby just how much Regina was similar to her. Both female ducklings were viewed as weird by others for being more, for being different than them.

Webby, herself, was too strong and knew and loved things that other little girls would not or balk at knowing.

Regina, the duckling trying to comfort her, was too smart and came across too strong to others for not backing down at who she is.

Both ducklings were thought to be weird....but is that a bad thing?

Webby still didn't know the answer to that. But, what she did know, is that others are missing out on seeing how much of a good friend Regina is.

"So, Webby?Who needs to be normal? We can go be weird together." Webby blinked, focusing on Regina who once more held her hand out. "Want to go be weird together and check out the prize table? Or how about we go check out the ball pit? I saw one other child fall in it and keep going, not stopping. The pit must be a trap of some kind, but I want to know just how deep it goes." The brown haired duckling chuckled.

"Y-yeah! Lets go see the prizes! And then we can go check out the big pit of balls!" Webby finally said, smiling brightly and taking Regina's hand. With that, both sucklings walked off to go see the prizes.

-Outside The Arcade Area-

"We just made two lonely ducklings feel lesser because of how they act." Huey blankly said aloud, eyes having a far away look. "I....did we become bullies?!"

"Oh man, we're jerks." Louie groaned out, leaning on the wall near the arcade entrance. "Total jerks."

"Hey, it's not the end of the world!" Dewy quickly told his brothers, trying to smile. "We just have to make it up to them!"

"And how are we going to do that?" Louie asked with a scowl. The hoodie wearing duckling gestured to the arcade. "Seems like they're having a fun time without use. What's the point?"

"We have to say sorry to them at least." Huey cut in before his younger brothers could start a fight. The younger siblings turned to look at their oldest brother. Huey sighed, rubbing his face. "Junior Woodchuck's do not bully others, do make others feel like they do not belong. I am a failure to the Woodchuck name!"

"No, it wasn't you!" Louie hurried to assure Huey, Dewy coming up to pat his red clad brother's back. "It's my fault." Louie admitted, putting his hands in his pockets and slouching, glancing off to the side in regret. "I....I...I should have been nicer." Louie sighed harshly. "I...I just didn't know how to act around Regina. I just don't get her, you know? What makes someone act like her? Like a adult? Isn't she our age?"

"A lot of things can make someone mentally age faster, or force someone to grow up sooner rather than later. Studies show that it is usually abus-" Huey started to automatically answer before paling, beak snapping shut as he realized what he just said - and how much it fit.

Yet, before he could say or think on it more, a large shadow covered all three brothers.

All three brothers turned with a gasp, eye going wide as they were suddenly grabbed. Before they could even scream, hands grabbed their beaks, stopping them from making any noise.

"Just need to nab the other two, and then we can call Ma!"

-Ten Minutes Later-

Regina lightly pouted as she and Webby left the arcade area.

"Five hundred tickets is too much for just one messenger bag." Regina sighed just thinking about it. "It's not even that big or a brand name bag."

"I could steal it." Webby offered, making Regina smile and laugh.

"No, there's no need for that." Regina chuckled out, Webby smiling at the fact that she was having fun with a friend.

While distracted, both Regina and Webby gasped when hands grabbed them, yanking them out of sight of others.

"What in the world-!?" Regina growled, struggling with all her might. The person holding her grunted in pain, trying to get her to stop only to get kicked for it by Regina. "Who do you think you are!?"

Webby, meanwhile, struggled as the hands started to tie her up. She knew she could waste energy fighting the unknown, yet she couldn't stay still while she and Regina were being taken.

Eventually, both were able to turn their heads to see who had grabbed them, and Webby gave a horrified gasp at the sight of who they were.

A short dog held Regina, a buff dog was the one tying up Webby. Regina's eyes narrowed at the "B" on their red shirts, having a feeling she had seen it before-

"Beagle Boys!" Webby tried to scream out, only for the buff dog to muffle it with his hand.

'Oh, nearly forgot about them.' Regina felt like she was having a out of body experience right now. Being kidnapped in Duckburg was just so....

Hilarious.

Regina honestly thought that she would be kidnapped in St. Canard first. That some villain or someone that hated her brother would take her. That she just ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. In school, Duckburg was called the 'Safe City', while St. Canard was the dangerous city, the dirty city. The irony is not lost on Regina about her getting in trouble in this city rather than the one she was born in. The irony that the city that didn't hold super powered villains was the one that popped her cherry on being kidnapped.

But while hilarious, it also angered her unlike anything else could.

How dare these idiots, these...these dumb dogs dare try to take her? Regina had too many things to do, too many plans that needed to be completed. Her Brother's life and sanity was on the line. Her Grandfather's reputation was on the line. Her own sanity was on the line! If something were to happen to her, Regina knows that it will go down hill for Reginald. And that wasn't her ego talking. If anything where to happen to her, it would be blamed on her brother by the ones that birthed them and she knows that the public would fry Reginald alive for any reason, just because of how he looks.

So, Regina fought. Struggled. Kicked. Hit. Bit. Tried to make as much noise as she could while she was dragged into the back of the restaurant through the shadows. Fire coursed through her, ice cold fire that made her blood boil and freeze at the same time. She refused to just give in, not with how much was on the line for her family. But, if she was....then, she'll make sure that she does enough damage for them to regret it or do them in herself instead of the other way around.

If Regina was going down, she sure as hell is taking as many as she can down with her.

-Meat Locker, Few Minutes Later-

"Webby!" The triplets cried out once a buff dog came into the meat locker, a tied up Webby in his hold.

Webby grunted when she was tossed to the ground, landing by the tied up triplets. Shifting to shit up, Webby glared up at the bigger dog, eyes scanning the room. She noticed the skinny dog just watching them.

"Wait! Where's Regina?!" Dewy quickly looked around at not seeing the other duckling with Webby, eyes small in fear.

"Well..." Webby started to say, only to stop when the meat locker was opened again, muffled pained howls echoing as the shortest dog came rushing in.

Everyone went wide eyed and jaws went slacked at the sight of the duckling in a sweater, who was finally tied up, kicking, biting and pretty much doing everything and anything to get out of the dog's hold.

"H-hey! Stop that right now!" Bigtime growled, yelping when the duckling just growled back, biting his hand hard enough to draw blood. Having enough, he quickly looked to his brothers. "Don't just stand there, help me!"

It took a few moments, and all three dogs, to take the duckling off the shortest dog.

Regina snarled, eyes flashing as she was thrown to the ground, right by Webby. Quickly moving to sit up, Regina bared her teeth at the three dogs. "Bad Dogs." She growled out, eyes hard, cold as eyes but shinning as if they were blue fire.

All three dogs shivered at the look, but that was set aside when they realized they had caught all of the brats.

"This is it boys! Time to set everything up!" Bigtime cheered, wincing as he moved. He knew he was going to be bruised for a while. Who knew that a little duckling could pack such a kick or bit so hard? "Burger, get that ransom note ready! Bouncer, you get ready to send it!" Bigtime rubbed his hands together as all three walked out of the meat locker. "Then, we call Ma."

Once the door shut, all that was heard was Regina's heavy breathing.

All four ducklings looked at Regina in shock.

"What?" Regina panted out when she noticed them staring, looking back at them nonchalantly. "If I'm going to be kidnapped, I'm going to make them work for it at least." Regina took in a deep breath, panting slowly stopping. But the ice cold fire in her eyes didn't die, it grew. "At most, I'm going to make them regret even thinking about doing this to me."

Webby's eyes sparkled, while the boys gulped in fearful awe.

-McDuck Manor, Pool-

Getting knocked out by a brick after putting out a fire that almost overtook his boat was not something that Donald thought would ever happen to him - or at least, not after he stopped adventuring with his Uncle Scrooge.

But, living in the same mansion as his Uncle just spelled trouble. Making sure that trouble would come find him and his boys.

Groaning, Donald slowly got up. Rubbing his head, he looked down to find a piece of paper tied to the note. Blinking, he got the paper and read it.

A moment of silence. Then, it hit the duck just what he was reading and holding.

"UNCLE SCROOGE!" Donald screamed, running as if the devil himself was after him.

The sailor tore through the mansion, gunning for the bathroom that Scrooge was taking a bath in. Skidding to a stop, Donald banged on the door, yelling to get his Uncle's attention. Yet, no one answered.

"SCROOGE! THE KIDS! THE BEAGLE BOYS!"

-Inside The Guest Bathroom-

Music playing, warm water, and cucumbers on the eyes made for a wonderful bath. That much Scrooge knew for certain.

"Hmm~" Scrooge sighed in relief, only to shoot back up, frowning. "Wait, something's wrong."

-Few Minutes Later-

"That's more like it." Scrooge slumped into the bathtub now filled with gold coins. Gold coins on his eyes now instead of cucumbers.

Adding gold to anything made it better. Scrooge knew that better than anyone.

"Much better~"

-With Donald-

Knowing that unless he busted down the door, Donald wasn't going to get Scrooge's attention. And even if he did go that rout, his Uncle would just yell at him first, wasting time and energy that was needed more than ever.

So, he sucked in his pride, and ran for all he was worth to the kitchen.

"Mrs. B! A brick! A note!" Donald tried to explain, skidding to a stop in the kitchen right by Beakley, who was cutting some cucumbers.

Reginald, who was putting the cake he had bake on a cooling rack, turned and started to hesitantly walk over at the urgency in Donald's voice. Fearing that it had either something to do with Regina, his Grandfather, or himself.

Beakley smiled, putting down her knife while she closed her eyes. "Well, look who's finally coming to ask for my-"

"HELP!" Donald yelled, shoving the note in her face. He did not have time for gloating or anything else. Not with the kids in danger.

Beakley's eyes shot open at the yell, frowning as she took the note from Donald. Quickly reading it, her frown grew more sever as she raised a brow in question. "What is a 'Funso'?"

"W-What's going on?"

Both ducks jolted, turning to see sky blue eyes looking at them in nervous worry.

Reginald fidgeted, glancing between the two anxiously. But, before he could say or ask more, Beakley held out the paper for him. Taking it with shaking hands, something inside of him screaming that something is wrong, Reginald read the note.

Beakley and Donald watched as Reginald's eyes went wide and small, his shaking growing and growing as he read faster and faster. Then, it was if they saw something in him breaking. Trembling, the duck-plant hybrid head shot up to look at them, eyes watering and having so many emotions in them.

"I'm a horrible brother...." Was all Reginald could get out, tears falling. "I told her to go."

"It's not your fault." Beakley assured the scientist, face growing stern and firm. "We'll get them back. Reginald, go put on a hat and trench coat. Donald, get the car ready."

"It's past time to go pick up our kids, don't you think?" Mrs. Beakley asked, eyes dark and burning.

-Funso's Funzone-

The manager frowned when the front door opened. Turning, he was met with only a adult and no child.

"You can't come in without a child." The pig manager told the older woman, only to get punched right in the gut that sent him straight to the ground, holding his stomach in pain and out of breath.

The older woman stepped into the restaurant, showing her to be a older dog with grey hair, hat with a flower on it, blue beaded necklace, light peach shirt, red jacket, purple skirt with white lace on the bottom, white tights, black shoes, and had a blue, white spotted purse on her.

Ma Beagle was in the place, and she was not happy.

"Everybody out!" Ma called out, slamming a person's face into their meal and tossing a tray into a waitress's face as she walked by. People cowered as she walked by, parents quick to grab and hid their kids.

Finally opening the door to the back, three of her sons were there waiting for her.

"This is it, Ma!" Bigtime grinned, excitement in every word. "The big payday! The perfect scam!"

"Save it." Ma held up a hand, frown on her face before she pointed behind her. "What's so important that I don't see a armored car parked out front." Then, her brows frowned as she took a closer look at Bigtime. There were a ton of bruises, scratched and even bit marks on her son. "And why do you look like you got into a fight with a cat and lost?"

Bigtime lost his smile for a second, but got it back just as quick. Backing up along with his brothers, Bigtime gestured to the meat locker door. "May I present our new meal ticket?" Bigtime imitated a drum roll as his Ma walked by him.

Ma opened the door, brows raising up on her head when she found four ducklings all trying to talk to her, and one duckling glaring for all she was worth up at her. The eyes somehow familiar, although Ma was sure she didn't know anyone with that shade of blue eyes.

"Scrooge's McDuck's family!" Bigtime explained while his Ma closed the door once more. Bigtime then frowned, glancing off to the side. "The brown haired one was harder to tie up, Ma. She just kept hitting and biting, but I eventually got her!"

"Ugh." Ma groaned, turning to face her sons, gesturing to the meat locker door. "And how did you manage this?"

"Well," Bigtime started to explain the whole plan to Ma. "we cornered 'em, captured 'em, and then we sent him a ransom note."

"You did what?" Ma asked, feeling a headache coming on. Rubbing her forehead, she just knew this was not going to end pretty. "How did someone so brilliant raise such morons?" Ma asked herself, wondering where she went wrong.

"I think she's talking about you." Bouncer leaned down, hiding his mouth, and whispered to Burger. Burger just frowned, opening his mouth a bit in shock.

"B-But Scrooge will pay a fortune to get them ankle bitters back!" Bigtime tried to tell Ma, walking up to her.

Ma just looked at him, lifted up her purse, and then hit him on top of the head with it. Letting her purse fall, Ma scowled down at her son. "You think he got to be the richest duck in Duckburg by paying people off?" Ma pointed to the door behind her as she explained, only to jerk her hand down to point at Bigtime, her standing up tall as her voice grew more angered. "You just painted five twerp-size targets on our backs!"

With that, she looked up at her other two sons.

"Bouncer, Burger, go wait outside." She pointed out, and the two went without a word. Rushing to get outside and fearing that she would scold them next.

"What about me, Ma?" Bigtime asked, making his Ma look back down at him.

-Inside The Meat Locker-

All five ducks blinked when the door was slammed open, one of the beagle boys flying in, hitting the wall, and sliding down upside down.

"You're on a time out, mister!" Was the only thing said before the door shut once more.

"Who are these guys?" Huey asked, watching as the older dog got up.

"The Beagle Boys." Webby answered, watching as Bigtime walked by her, flinching away from Regina - who snarled at him. "They hate your Uncle. Try to break into the mansion all the time."

"Are they going to ransom us?" Dewy asked next, watching the dog go to the door but not open it.

Louie frowned sadly, starting to shake his head at the very thought. "Scrooge will never pay for all five of us." The duckling in green pointed out.

"You're right." Webby sighed, closing her eyes while everyone looked to her. "They'll probably throw one of us off a cliff to send Scrooge a message." She told them all calmly.

The triplets went wide eyed, yelping and shortly screaming out in fear. Regina however snorted out loud.

"What are you scared of?" Regina frowned, leaning so that she can look at the triplets. "I'm the most likely one that they'll kill off first. I caused damage to one of them, and I am not related to Scrooge." Regina shrugged thinking about it. "If they do me in first, it would show that they have the guts to kill a child, meaning that they can do it to you as well."

"But you're related to-" Webby started to say, only to get cut off by Regina, who had her eyes on the Beagle Boy in the locker.

"But they don't know that." Regina told the others softly. "If they did, they would mention ransoming my Grandfather as well, not just Scrooge." Suddenly, Regina smirked wickedly. "If nothing else, if they do kill me, I know that they'll be joining me soon once Grandfather finds out."

Before any of the ducklings could say anything on that - that Regina pretty much saying that her Grandfather will kill/murder someone, only worded differently - Bigtime started to pace in front of them all. Frustration and anger plain on his face.

"Don't capture Scrooge's brats, Bigtime. Don't stick up the policeman's ball, Bigtime." Bigtime said annoyed, stopping his pacing. "Tanks don't float, Bigtime. She always treats me like the odd man out - because my ideas are too-"

"Intense?" Webby interrupted, leaning forward.

"Visionary." Bigtime corrected her with a glare. Looking away from the ducklings, Bigtime pointed to himself. "Well, I'll show her." Bigtime lifted his arms up, determination in his eyes. "I'll show them all!"

"That's not something you want to hear when you're tied up in a meat locker." Louie glanced to his brothers with a smirk when he said that, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Regina snorted loudly at Louie's comment, making Bigtime turn to her with a growl. Angrily pointing to the duckling who has left her marks - and by, did they still hurt! - on him. "Startin' with you!"

Louie, Dewy and Huey all gasped in horror when Bigtime lunged at Regina - who was snarling right back at the adult, daring him to get close enough to her so that she can bit him again - but everyone went wide eyed when he suddenly stopped mid-jump, falling to the ground, unconscious. Webby stood on top of him, a frozen pizza that was now split in half from the huge wack on the head she gave the Beagle Boy.

"Webby?!" The triplets cried out in shock.

Regina on the other hand was smirking at the sight in front of her. "That was amazing, Webby." Regina complemented, making said duckling rub the back of her head in embarrassment. Then, much to the triplet's shock and Webby's joy, the ropes around Regina fell off.

Regina sighed and stretched as she got up, rotating her wrists and feet to get the blood flowing back into them.

"You two could slip out of those ropes the whole time?" Huey asked in shock, jaw on the floor as he tried to process everything.

"Well, yeah." Webby shrugged as she got off Bigtime, shifting her feet awkwardly. "That's, like, being Captured 101."

"I leaned in school." Regina told them all once they looked to her. "One time a escape artist came to our school for a week to try and teach us the basics of his job. Never thought I would need to use it in a meat locker that is in Duckburg though." Regina sighed, shaking her head in the humor of it all.

"So why didn't you two get out sooner?" Louie couldn't help but ask in shock, looking to the two other ducklings as if he could not believe that they are real.

"Because I don't want you to think I'm weird!" Webby sadly frowned, glancing away from them all. "I've been stuck in a mansion for so long, and I'm trying really hard to be more like you all." Webby closed her eyes, frowning tightly. Regina's words echoing in her mind. She wasn't normal, but at the same time... "I...I'm not normal. Everything I do is, you know, not. But, I wanted to at least pretend for a while so...so that we could get along and be, you know, friends."

"My way of thinking is...different." Regina admitted after a few moments of Webby going silent. "In a hostage situation, fighting back is not recommended if you are not trained to do so. If you fight back, people might die. But....But I couldn't just sit there. So, I was waiting for a chance. If that dog got close enough to me, I was going to jump him to try and knock him out. I also was using up the time to think on backup plans should that fail. Staying tied up just gave me more time to think, so I stayed that way." Regina smiled, shrugging with a gleam in her eyes. "I'm weird like that, I'll admit to not being normal."

Louie, Dewy and Huey all glanced to one another, grimacing. They didn't want to make the two girls feel like this.

"I...I'm sorry." Louie said aloud, making everyone turn to look at him with wide eyes. Louie just sighed, looking off to the side. "I shouldn't have called you weird, Regina. Or snapped at you like I did. I-I'm sorry."

"Besides, normal's overrated." Dewy added in, smiling brightly.

"Yeah, we need you two to be your own type of normal." Huey told the two girls, smiling as well.

Both Regina and Webby smiled at this.

"It's fine. You're not the first to say or do that, and you won't be the last." Regina told Louie while Webby quickly untied the three boys. "But thank you for the apology. It's the first time someone did that without a adult breathing down their neck."

For some reason, that made the three boys flinch. But, Regain knew she wasn't the best at social awareness or understanding it, so she didn't say anything on the matter.

Once all the boys were up, Webby reached into her bag and pulled out some night vision goggles and put them on.

"I'm going to break every bone in her body." Webby's voice deepened, cracking her knuckles maliciously. But, lightened her voice when she turned to look at the others, rocking her hand side to side showing that it was iffy. "Or maybe just tie her up. We'll see how it plays out."

"I vote for the bone breaking." Regina put her two cents in while Webby grabbed a frozen sausage from one of the counters. "That, or, humiliation to the highest degree."

"You really do not like Ma Beagle." Huey looked to Regina with a raised brow.

"She is keeping us locked in a meat locker, planning to either hurt us or use us for her own gain, and wants to harm us in some way." Regina blankly told the duckling in red. "So, yeah, I'd say I really do not like Ma Beagle. Or any of the Beagles so far."

Before anyone could say anything else, Webby threw the sausage in her hand, making it go like a Frisbee as it went forward, then shot backwards to hit the air vent. Once the air vent was down, all the kids smiled or smirked. Webby then jumped onto the nearby freezer, and flipped herself into the air ventilation. The triplets and Regina quickly followed her, climbing up the shelves under the air vent to get into it.

"So, what's the plan?" Dewy asked the others as he gave Regina a hand to help her into the vent.

"We need to make a trap." Huey told them all with a serious face. "I don't see us sneaking past any of them."

"A trap..." Webby whispered, thinking on it before something hit her. She grinned widely. "I got it!"

-In The Front Of Funso's Funzone-

"All right, boys." Ma looked to her two sons that stood in front of her. "McDuck's highfalutin' hooligan Beakley is coming to take you down." The older dog looked at her sons sternly. "Are you going to let her?"

"Mmm." Burger just smiled, doing a one armed shrug in answer.

Closing her eyes briefly to hold back in her anger, Ma decided to try a different rout. "No, you are not!" She pointed to the two of them, glaring at the both of them. "Beakley may be strong, ruthless and unforgiving, but you are the Beagle Boys! My Boys!" Ma pointed to herself, no one noticing a plane with a american flag on it passing by over their heads. "It's time to make your territory."

Burger and Bouncer looked at one another with wide eyes.

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Ma chose to just go the simple rout. She gave a kind, tired smile to her two sons. "Do it for your dear old ma."

That got them to grin, pounding their fists into their hands. Yet, before anything could be said or done, something went flying out of the front door to Funso's Funzone, breaking the glass on the door and making it shatter. All three dog anthros looked down to see it was a brick with a note attached to it.

Blinking, Ma bent down to pick up the note.

""Dear Ma Beagle, if you ever want to see your son again"-" Ma read aloud for a moment before rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Oh, for cryin' out loud."

And if things were not already going so great for Ma, she noticed a car coming up to the pier. Three people got out of the car. A short duck, a tall person in a trench coat and fedora - making it hard to see them or make out just who or what they were - and Beakley quickly got out and started to run to them. Ma just expected Beakley, not two others. Numbers were not on their side, meaning that she had to quickly deal with the kids if they wanted an advantage in this fight.

"You take care of them." Ma told her sons, opening the door to go inside the restaurant. "I'll deal with the squirts."

-With Donald, Beakley and Reginald-

Reginald shivered as he stood behind the other two. Just watching the two dog anthros walking down the pier was enough to make him want to run away...yet...

"Beagle Boys are slow but quite large." Beakley started to explain to the other two. "I'll take the big one and-Donald?" Beakley went wide eyed, finally noticing how red Donald was getting.

Donald Duck panted, getting redder and redder as his famous anger started to overtake him. Soon, it reached it's peak.

"GIVE ME BACK MY BOYS!" Donald yelled out, jumping up and then running for all he was worth to the two Beagle Boys.

He quickly climbed up the biggest one, kicking the other and pulling on his eyes. Going all around, hitting and doing all the damage that he could, Donald then jumped onto the other one, kicking him down before using the momentum to jump right back onto the biggest one.

"I guess he can take care of himself." Beakley smirked before cracking her knuckles. With that, she ran to join in on the fight.

Reginald, meanwhile, was trapped in his own mind.

'You're nothing but a coward.' Reginald's mind whispered to him, maliciously laughing at him. 'Just standing there, letting Regina be in danger. Why don't you run? It's what you do best after all.'

How Reginald just wanted to give in. To just run and never look back. But...But that would mean leaving Regina. His little sister who gave it all up for him.

'What good can you even do?' The voice chuckled darkly. 'Weak. That's what you are.'

'I-I can't just leave!' Reginald argued back, tightly gripping his head. 'R-Regina is in trouble!'

'Regina's stronger than you ever could be.' The voice just laughed at him, sounding as if it was loving every moment of it. 'Your parents were right. You are nothing. Nothing compared to Regina. A worthless little boy!'

Shaking, Reginald shook his head, tears starting to fall. Taking a few steps back, Reginald's leg shook, nearly making him fall.

'See? you're just going to leave your little sister, who is ten years old, to die.' The voice snarled mockingly. 'This is how you repay her? You're not worthy of being called 'Brother'. She loves you, looks up to you, and this is how you are going to let things go? Pathetic.'

'The sister, your only sister, who was the one to help you when you needed it the most is in trouble. And your just going to leave her when she needs you? Maybe you should have just died in that experiment for all the good you do.' The voice laughed insanely at it all.

Something in Reginald snapped.

'I'm a coward.' Reginald slowly stopped shaking.

'I'm worthless' Green hands fell limp to his sides.

'I'm pathetic.' Slowly he lifted his head to look at the fight in front of him.

'I'm not worthy of being Regina's brother.' Sky blue eyes hardened, becoming glaciers instead of the sky. 'I should have died or just gave up a long time ago. It would have made Mother and Father happy, I would never have burdened Regina or Grandfather then. I'm nothing.'

"But," Lifting his hands, the pier started to shake. Reginald snarled, eyes gaining a insane light. "that doesn't mean I'm going to let them touch Regina as long as I'm alive! Those dogs are going to have to play fetch somewhere else!"

The pier shook, making the four fighting freeze.

"The thing's going to collapse!" Donald yelped, trying to regain his footing.

"No! Something is coming up!" Beakley gasped in shock, seeing something green climbing it's way up the sides of the pier. "Seaweed?!"

Before the Beagle Boys could even think about moving, the seaweed shot to them. They screamed as it wrapped around them, the plant moving as if it was alive.

Beakley and Donald took a step back, only for them to both flinch when they heard steps behind them. jerking their heads around, they both gaped at the sight of Reginald striding up to them all. While he might be covered from head to toe, his eyes stood out.

They glowed with insane anger, like the sky itself was either on fire or the sky was raining lava.

The plant-duck hybrid snarled, baring his teeth, and lifted up a tight fist. Gone was the nervous, shaking plant. Now stood a toxic and deadly flower with thorns that could kill someone with one touch.

"If you want to live another second, you best GIVE ME BACK MY SISTER RIGHT NOW!"

-Inside Funso's Funzone-

As soon as Ma stepped into the restaurant once more, the lights were shut off.

"Come on, kids." Slowly walking around, Ma frowned as she kept a eye out any movement. "I don't have time for games."

"Then you're in the wrong place." A young girls voice came out, echoing slightly.

"Funso's Funzone~" The girl sang out loud while Ma kept walking. "Where fun is in the zone~"

Just as Ma passed a hanging sign for the ball pit, something fired at her, hitting the sign instead of her. Quickly turning, she saw it was one of those sticky darts. Turning, she followed where the shot had came from. Once by the stairs that lead into the play area, Ma saw a shadow of a child on the climbing rope. The child quickly went up the rope and into the tubes that was over top of the ball pit.

Smirking, Ma took off her purse and started the chase in earnest.

Climbing up the rope, squeezing in the tubs and even crawling in them was nothing to Ma. She didn't even pay any mind to the cowering child hiding in the tubes when she past him. Not when there was a certain one that she wanted to give a good spanking to.

Eventually, Ma saw her chance when she caught up to the duckling. It was the rope bridge, and the duckling was running across it to get to the slide.

Chuckling, Ma gave a big jump onto the bridge, making the whole thing go up and down. The duckling flew up, flung back, and hit the bridge harshly.

"You can't outrun me." Ma chuckled, walking to the fallen duckling. "You know how many two-foot terrors I chased around the junkyard?"

The duckling got up, practically flying to the slide. "But I'm not outrunning you!" The duckling slyly stated, sliding down with Ma not far behind. "I'm leading you."

"Woh!" Ma gasped as she skidded into the ball pit. Growling, Ma started to dig for the duckling when a noise above her made her look up with wide eyes.

"Hi, Ma." Bigtime smiled in embarrassment, tied up and hanging upside down right above Ma.

"Seriously, Bigtime." Ma groaned in annoyance. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

Grunting, Ma tried jumping up to grab her son, only for the balls to get in the way. Noticing it, Ma tried to push them away in frustration.

"Stupid plastic garbage!" Ma snarled, only to realize that she was sinking further and further into the ball pit. "W-Wait! No, stop!" Ma cried out in alarm, going further down with no way to stop it. "it's a trap!"

Suddenly, a grappling hook shot out from the ball pit. Pulling up, it showed Webby was the one leading the chase. Once up in the air, Webby smiled down at Ma. "That's what Regina said!" Then, she turned serious. Turning her head, she looked off to the side, crying out "Now!".

At the signal, the rest of the ducklings shot up with a fishing rod. Louie, Dewy and Regina all held it up while Huey used all his strength to reel it in.

Ma gasped, looking all around her once she noticed the net coming up from the balls. Before she even knew what was going on, she was up in the air, trapped in a net filled with plastic balls of all colors. Glancing to her son that was hanging besides her, he smiled at her nervously, knowing that he was in trouble.

Ma just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. This was certainly not her day.

Just as the ducklings got down on the ground, the front door busted in. Reginald right in the front, eyes looking slightly unhinged with Beakley and Donald right behind him.

At the sight of Regina, Reginald's eyes lightened up and it's like that insane gleam was never there.

"Regina!" Reginald cried out in relief, while both Beakley and Donald gaped at the sight in front of them.

Before Regina knew what was going on, Reginald was kneeling in front of her, checking her over for any injuries. "Are you okay? Did any of them touch you anywhere? Did they say anything to you? What happened?" Reginald fired off at a rapid pace, not even stopping to breath.

Regina just smiled brightly, reaching out and hugging Reginald around the neck, making Reginald freeze at the sudden hug.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue, Brother." Regina hummed, nuzzling her head onto her brother. "My hero~"

"Ha...haha.." Reginald laughed softly, gently bringing his arms around his little sister to hug her close. "I couldn't just leave you."

"Boys!" Donald quickly got over his shock to run and scoop his nephews into his arms, squeezing them tightly to his chest.

Beakley walked up next to Webby, looking up at the tied up Bigtime. "A slipstitch." She observed. then, she looked down at her granddaughter and rubbed the top of her head with a smile. "Nice choice dear."

"Thanks, Granny." Webby smiled up at her Grandmother in pride.

Bigtime watched them all before looking to his ma, and tried to smile. "It's okay, Ma." Bigtime told her as she looked to him. "I tried, and that's all that matters, right?"

Ma, on the other hand, did not agree. "Shut up, Bigtime." Ma lowly said, glaring at her upside down son.

"Why can't we have what they have?!" Bigtime cried out, swaying back and forth as she struggled in the rope.

"Now, let's get you all home." Beakley looked to the children with a smile. "The police should be on their way."

Donald hesitantly put down his nephews, the boys rolling their eyes at this. Reginald, on the other hand, just lifted Regina in his arms to carry her out. He didn't want to let her out of his hold just yet, fear still in his mind.

Beakley opened the front door, and all the kids gasped.

The whole pier was covered in seaweed. The two other Beagle Boys were tied up in the green plant, struggle to move in it. The only thing not covered was their noses so that they could breath. It wasn't a leap to be able to tell who was the one who done all this. All the ducklings turned their heads as one to look up at the covered mutant.

Regina slowly turned her head to look up at her brother.

"Reginald?"

Reginald gulped, flinching at the stares as he nervously looked down at the duckling in his arms. "Yes, Regina?"

Instead of a look of fear or anger, Regina's eyes were alight with delight and laughter. "You are so cool."

The flustered face he made after that was enough to make Regina's day.

-McDuck Manor, Pool, Few Hours Later-

"Now flip the circuit on the boat's panel and you'll have power." Beakley explained to Donald as she closed the power box after flipping a switch.

"Thanks, Mrs. B." Donald thanked, feeling guilty that he had let his pride keep him from asking for help in the first time. But he shook that off to ask a question that has been bugging him for a while. "So how does a housekeeper know so much about electricity and Taekwondo?"

"Oh, simple. I'm a spy." Beakley started to laugh after she answered.

Donald laughed as well after a few seconds. But, soon his laughter slowly died as he looked Beakley up and down suspiciously. "Um..."

Over at the pool, all the ducklings but Regina were sitting by the side. Louie was laying back with his feet in the water, all the other were sitting up with their feet in as well.

"It was nice of Funso's to give us all those free tokens, and Regina that bag that she wanted from the prize corner, you know, to keep us from suing them." Huey smiled to his brothers and Webby.

Dewy nodded in agreement while Louie lazily smiled. "Yep, the system works." Louie agreed.

"So, what should we do next?" Dewy asked, looking at all of them.

"I don't know. Webby? What do you want to play?" Huey questioned, looking to Webby to answer and choose.

"Really? You mean it?" Webby smiled brightly at this.

"Any crazy thing you want." Louie answered, opening his eyes to look up at Webby.

"Oh, how about a nice game of-" Webby started to say, digging in her bag. Once she turned back to the boys, she had a medieval flail in one hand and a wooden red devil mask in the other that she put on. "Medieval Dungeon of Eternal Screaming?"

"I'm on Webby's team!" The triplets chorused together, Louie jumping up to sit up.

"Oh, should we ask Regina if she wants to play too?" Huey turned to look over where Regina and Reginald were talking at, away from everyone else.

Louie looked over, and then sighed. "I'll go ask."

-With Regina and Reginald-

"Grandfather made his move." Regina quietly told her older brother, sitting by the mansion wall, taking items from her backpack to put in the messenger bag that she from from Funso's. Well, more like bribed them for if they wanted to keep her from suing them. "He called Scrooge and gave the message in code. The parents know I'm gone, the police know your gone, and his lawyers are ready. Grandfather is going to hold a public conference sometime tomorrow, telling everyone that he is going to press charges against St. Canard University and our parents."

"He's going to plant the first seeds." Reginald muttered back, praying that everything will go okay.

"He already got in contact with child services." Regina told her brother, zipping up her backpack and planing to empty the rest in the room they are using. "At the most, soon I will be a temporary ward of Mr. McDuck until Grandfather can take me in permanently. He mentioned pulling some strings to see that done."

Reginald snorted at that. He didn't know how, but he knew that his Grandfather had more than just strings to pull to get what he wants. Grandfather Abaddon had more than just his fingers in pies and cakes-

"A-Ah!" Regina snapped her head to look up at her brother. "I forgot! I made you a savory cake!" Reginald smiled when he saw Regina's eyes shine happily at that. "I'll bring it out. Maybe you can share it with your new friends?"

With that, Reginald rushed off. Regina watched until he was out of sight, then stood up. Putting on her new messenger bag, Regina lifted up the backpack and was about to go put it in the room she and her brother were using, but footsteps made her stop and look around. She tilted her head in confusion once she noticed it was Louie walking up to her. Tilting her head further, she saw the other ducklings watching them from where they say by the pool edge.

"Louie." Regina nodded in greeting once the boy stopped in front of her. "Is something wrong?"

"We were wondering if you wanted to play with us." Louie glanced away as he said this. "And....I wanted to say sorry."

"You already did." Regina pointed out, confused at the second apology. "In the meat locker, remember?"

"I know, it's just that, I really am sorry." Louie sighed, rubbing his head. "I still think you're weird, but a good kind, you know? I just don't get you."

"Most people don't." Regina agreed, liking how honest Louie was. He still thought she was weird, owned up to admitting that, but also didn't mind it too much. Better than most of the other kids she has met have ever thought about her or said to her. "I think it has much to do with the fact that I don't know how to be a kid."

"But you are a kid." Louie's brows frowned at this, not getting it. "How can't you know about being a kid when you are one?"

"I grew up early." Regina's smile had a edge when she said this.

Louie looked the duckling up and down before smiling. "Well, we can help with that."

"Oh?" Regina snorted, raising a brow at that. "And how can you all help with that?"

"The first thing is by playing games." Louie smirked, raising a brow right back. "And would you look at that, me and the others are about to play one. Seems like your chance to become a kid has just showed up."

Regina couldn't help but laugh at that. "Smooth." Regina complemented Louie, calming her laughter. "Fine, I'll play. But on one condition."

"What's that?" Louie leaned forward a bit in confusion, wondering what Regina could want.

Regina brightly grinned. "I'm on Webby's team!" With that said, Regina quickly moved around Louie, rushing off to the others.

"Hey!" Louie laughed, trying to catch up with the girl. "No fair!"

Unknown to everyone, Scrooge was watching them from a window on the third floor.

"I hope ye know what ye are doin' ya old bagrach." Scrooge whispered, watching the little duckling that grew up too fast running around with Webby and his great nephews and the mutated duck-plant hybrid walking out into the pool area with a cake in hand, nervously showing it off to Donald and Beakley. "Ye playin' a game unlike any before."

"Too much is on the line for ye to lose now." Scrooge then chuckled, face serious and grim. "So, play as dirty as ye can."

"If ye fail, I don' see your grandchildren getting out of this unscratched. In body, or mind."

-End Chapter-

Here it is! And my holy stars, it took me so long!

As you can see, with Regina and Reginald being in the story, it causes a butterfly effect. Some effects being more noticeable than others.

Also, the siblings are codependent on one another. And abuse is more than just physical. Take the Dursley's from Harry Potter for example. While Harry is obviously abused, Dudley was abused too. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. Spoiling is a type of abuse if done too much, and letting him get away with everything, letting him beat up Harry and such does not make for a well adjusted adult. Giving him all those sweets and foods could even have killed him, or at least give him health problems - heart problems at the least - later on.

In short, they could have killed their own son, if not made sure he would live a life in prison, by their overindulgence.

If Regina wasn't mentally older and reincarnated, she could have turned out like Dudley because of her parents - only more "lady-like". What I mean by that, is that her parents could have made it so that she felt self-important, be self-conceded, caused social and mental issues with her because of their treatment to her and of her brother. They still did here, but it could have been worse if she wasn't aware of the abuse and mentally older. All around bad, but it could have been worse.

In any case, the parents caused them to be codependent on one another because they had no one else but their Grandfather, who lives in another city most of the time, even if he does vacation in St. Canard from time to time. But in this story, he's going to be more in St. Canard as he is pretty much going to war with others and the public to get his Grandson free and his Granddaughter to live with him.

Here, Regina never made friends with Binkie like in 'Where My Roots Lead' - or will be as I am rewriting that story -, never made any friends until the triplets and Webby. Bullies have tried to bully her and teachers usually either don't see it, handle it wrong or look the other way. This causes her to be different then in her original story. Less soft and more hardened in a way without Binkie pretty much growing up right besides her. While it might not show, but only being bullied does leave it's mark on Regina, making it hard for her to understand and make friends with others around her age. 

She also takes after her Grandfather quite a bit, which will be shown more later on, as she looks more up to him than anyone else. It's why she called Bigtime 'Bad dog' - she has seen and heard her Grandfather doing the same -, which can be considered a racist comment with dog anthros. Reginald also made a similar remark about dogs and them playing fetch somewhere else, which can be considered rude to say to a dog anthro. Not racist, mostly, but rude.

Let's just say that Abaddon is not a nice duck. Great business and family duck, loves those he sees as family greatly and such, but not nice to others. He is also very dangerous, and is not afraid to show this around others or in any type of setting as long as he can get away with it. You'll see what I mean as the story goes on.

Reginald never had friends, his parents hated him and didn't want him, and only his sister showed him love while his Grandfather had been distant when he was young, being far too busy to come and visit him much. So, he clings to Regina because she is all he has in his mind. There is also the case that his self-confidence is in the negative, has depression and all other issues, and is so close to just falling in a dark hole and not getting back up.

Codependency. It's bad until it isn't. They keep each other sane, as neither are truly sane and are on that thin line of sanity and insanity. This will show more and more as the story goes on.

In the next chapter, we get Abaddon, and more on Reginald and Regina. We also see other sides to this whole thing.