Daisy hesitated before knocking on the door. This was a dumb idea. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She turned back and stared down the hill. She looked back to the door. She took in a breath. It wasn't that weird of a request, right?

She knocked on the door to McDuck manner once. No response. She knocked on it a few more times. Still nothing. Impatient, she struck the door once more and was about to do it again when it opened. She was a bit startled but regained her composer. A young duck wearing a green hoodie opened the hadn't even bothered to look up at her. In his hands was a small green phone and his eyes were glued to the screen. "Hi, I-" she began. The boy looked up at her for a second before returning to his phone. "Uncle Donald's not home right now. Bye," he interrupted. He moved to close the door. She stuck her foot in the doorway.

"Oh, I'm not here to see him," she said nervously. He reopened the door. "Uh, Dewey was it?" she asked. "It's Louie," he corrected, still not making eye contact. "Right, uh, can I come in?" "Sure," he replied, not really caring. He turned back into the house and left the door open for her. She came inside. "Actually, Louie, I came here for you and your brothers," she said. Louie called for his brothers. "Huey! Dew! That lady from the it list party is here!"

Daisy was surprised when a duckling dressed in blue slid down the stair railing and jumped in front of her. "Emma Glamour is here!?" the boy exclaimed. When he saw Daisy, he frowned. "Oh, it's just you," he said, disappointed. Daisy gave him a short wave and was reconsidering going to these three for help. The boy in blue was followed down the stairs by another little duckling wearing a red cap and t shirt. "Who's here?" he asked, walking down the steps like a normal person unlike his brother.

"Hi, I'm Daisy, and I wanted to ask you boys a question," Daisy explained. "Shoot," Dewey said. "Well, um, okay." She thought of how to word it. "Look, I like your uncle, as in romantically," she started, folding her hands over themselves. "Well, duh. You've been to our house 4 times in the one week we've known you," Louie said. "Right. Anyway, I want to ask him to go out with me, but I don't know how to," she blushed.

She noticed a different expression from each of the triplets. The duckling dressed in red was smiling with day dreaming eyes. The boy in blue, Dewey was his name, she thought, had a confident expression. And Louie looked least changed by this information. "So, I was hoping you could give me some pointers, since he's your uncle and you know him best," she added. "Haven't you ever been on a date before? You look like someone who would," Louie said, referring to her make up and glamorous personality.

It was true, some perverts had tried to swoon her, but she never went on a date with them. They would tell her she was hot, flirt with her. She would roll her eyes, tired of their dumb complements. Then, as if her eye roll was a sign of her approval, they would slap her on her tail feathers. And she would report them to security, immediately.

But Donald was different. He didn't like her for her looks or how cute she was in heels. In fact, they had met after getting trapped in an elevator and getting tangled in her bag. They didn't really care for each other until after the whole fiasco.

"Ooh! I know all about romance!" the red duck cut in. "Huey is at your service!" He took of his hat and bowed. Then Huey pulled out a book from his hat and flipped the pages quickly.

Suddenly, he shoved the book in her face. She stepped back to see it better and realized it was a page on how to tell if someone is in love and what to do about it. "Now, on a scale of meh to he has to be mine, where wouldn't you say he is?" Huey asked. She just stood, starting to realize she should have just stayed home. Dewey shoved his brother away from Daisy. "I'll take over from here, Hubert. Look, if you want Donald to like you, you have to be bold! Go all out!" he said. He pushed back his hair, did a spin, and ended in jazz hands.

"No way," Louie began, stepping in front of Dewey. "You gotta act cool, like you don't care." "No! You have to follow the junior woodchuck guide book!" Huey shouted. The three of them began to fight over who had a better idea of romance. Daisy just watched them. Her mind wandered to what Donald could be doing then.

...

Donald stepped out to the front yard of a small house. The yard was a nice shade of green and there were pink flowers planted in pots. Donald noticed one of the pots was broken. He looked down at his hand, where he had scribbled an address. He compared the house number to the one on his palm. He was at the right house.

He stepped up to the door and knocked. A young female duckling opened the door. She was wearing a purple sweater and had a purple cap with a ponytail pulled through. "Can I help you?" she asked in a polite way. Donald was about to speak when he heard shouted and loud music from inside. "Ha, ha! Take that! Okay team, what's the plan! Die!" The girl in purple turned back towards the house. "May, could you lower the tv!" she called. "No can do! My squad needs me!" another girl called back.

The duckling in purple looked back to Donald nervously. "Sorry about my little sister. Uh, why don't you come in," she welcomed. He followed the girl in. The nice yard had been a cover up. The inside of the house was a mess. There were dishes stacked high in the sink and empty chip bags everywhere. Finally, the girl took Donald to the front room, where another girl was playing a video game with her body flailed out across the couch.

"Take that suckers!" she shouted, mashing buttons on her controller. She was wearing an oversized orange t-shirt and had a pixie cut and matching orange sweat band. "May, we have a guest over," the girl in purple said. May, as she was called, said, "hang on, just got to move the payload to watchpoint." Suddenly, the tv screen switched to black. "Hey, what gives?" May whined. A girl with a yellow hoodie and her hair in pigtails was by the tv with the plug in her hand. With no emotion on her face, the duckling in yellow moved to sit next to May on the couch.

"So, what can we do you for, sir?" the girl in purple redirected her attention to Donald. "I'm Donald and I-" "Oh my gosh! The Donald? The one aunt Daisy won't shut up about?" she interrupted. A wide smile crossed her face, as if urging him to continue. "And I want to ask your aunt on a date, but I don't know how," Donald confessed. "Do you think you guys could help me?" he asked nervously.

The girl in purple jumped up from her seat. "Is my name April! Of course I can help you!" she grinned. She then ran off, leaving Donald with the other two sisters. April came back with several books in her aromas and set them down on the coffee table before him. Donald read the titles of the books. Michael Vey, the Witch of Blackbird Pond, the Hunger Games, and more. "Now, if I know anything about romance, which I do, I know the best ships are in fiction, so if we just follow those guidelines, you'll be the perfect otp!" she explained. Donald stared at her confused. Otp? Ships?

"Nah! The reason the best romance is in fiction is because it doesn't work! What you want, is to show her how strong you are, maybe break some stuff and look cool while doing it," May interrupted. She walked over to the coffee table and prepared to karate chop it. "Hiya! Ow!" She attempted to break the table, but she was unsuccessful. She pulled her hand up red and shook it out.

April looked to the girl in yellow. "What about you, June? What do you think?" June sat on the couch silent for a moment and her expression blank. Then she spoke with out blinking, in a low creepy tone. "If you want to win over aunt Daisy's heart, you must travel to the underworld, find Hades, and slay him in a bloody war and bring back his head and heart as proof from the gruesome depths of h-" "Okay that's enough!" April shouted, interrupting her demented sister. "I don't think Donald needs to hear anymore," she said. Her eyes were wide as she looked to Donald nervously.

Donald's eyes were wide too. He reconsidered coming to these three. He should have just bought flowers and chocolate. That would have worked. April collected herself. "Okay, so don't listen June," she laughed, embarrassed. "You know what you need? A good haircut, that'll work," May suggested. "That does always work in the movies," April thought. "Hair cut! Hair cut!" May cheered. "Then afterwards we can dress him in war paint!" she added.

They dragged Donald to the kitchen and sat him down in a chair. May stood on a stool behind him. "So, were you thinking a mohawk, or something like that?" she said. Donald jumped up from the chair and spun around to face her. "No! No thanks. My nephew already did that to me once, and I don't want it again," he said. May looked disappointed. April pushed Donald back into the chair. "Come on, May. All the hot guys have a swoosh," she said. "A swoosh?" Donald asked.

"June, can you get me the hair gel?" she asked, taking May's place on the stool. June was in the corner on her phone. "June!" April said. "No, you know how much I hate effort," June whined. "It's right next to you!"

June glanced between her two sisters. "May, can you come here real quick?" she said. May walked over to her. "Yes?" she asked once next to the duckling in yellow. June handed the hair gel to her. "Go take this to April," she said, before turning back to her phone. May rolled her eyes and did as she was told. April took the hair gel and began her work. Donald sighed. He knew he should've just bought flowers.

...

"What did you do to my dress!" Daisy screamed, looking at herself in the mirror. Her once pink spotted dress was now covered in squares. Dewey smiled at her. "Listen, babe, it's polka squares now," he said. "Don't call me babe," she said annoyed. She examined her dress.

Huey dragged her away from the mirror. "Okay, so how clumsy are you? Clumsy equals cute, but not too clumsy or else then it will just be annoying," he said. Daisy was starting to get fed up with the triplets. She let out an exasperated scream. "I have had it!" she shouted. Huey and Dewey backed up, wondering if they had gone too far. She had been pushed around and prodded all afternoon. "Razafrazan date! Rastafarian Romance!" She breathed out intensely and stormed out of the room.

She stomped down the stairs and towards the living room. She took a seat on the couch next to Louie, who was watching Ottoman Empire on both his phone and the tv. "So, did my brothers drive you nuts?" Louie asked, without looking up from either screen. Her silence was enough to tell him yes. "They mean well, they just get a bit carried away," he added. "Dewey thinks it's go big or go home, and Huey needs everything to be by the book!" Daisy said. "Yeah, but like I said, just don't care so much," Louie said. "What do you mean?" she wondered. Louie shrugged. "Don't try so hard to be something you're not. My mom, uncle Donald, and uncle always want me to be a better person, I just don't try. I mean, what's the point?" Daisy thought for a minute. "That's some weird but helpful backwards logic," she smiled. "Okay, then." She stood up and pulled out her phone. "I'll ask him."

...

"Akwakawaka!" Donald screamed. May almost cut him with the scissors one too many times. He was throwing a fit and shouting words they couldn't quite understand. June let a naughty smile cross her face. "Goal accomplished," she said, happy to see him upset. April glared at June then moved to try to calm Donald. "Donald, I'm sure May didn't mean to mess up your hair," she said. "Plus, if you ask me, you look sick!" May added. Donald to the mirror from April and readjusted his feathers. "Aw, phoey," he spoke.

"If it makes you feel any better, aunt Daisy has never been on a date either," April said. June somehow appeared behind Donald. "Well, she did go on one, but we're not supposed to talk about that one," she said. The three of them looked at June confused. "There was blood everywhere," she said with a wicked smile. "Just ignore her. She's the creepy one," May said, face palming. "Are you sure you're not the creepy one?" June said.

Donald headed to the door. "Look, you seem like nice girls who mean well, well except for maybe June, but I think I'll just buy her a card or something," he said. April jumped between him and the door. "Wait!" "What now? I should buy an expensive tuxedo because that's what they do in the movies?" he sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "Look, I know I tried a bit to be the matchmaker, but I'm a shipper, okay?" she admitted. Donald didn't know what in the world she was talking about. "If I've learned anything from the books, the best way to win the girl over is by being yourself," April said.

Suddenly, Donald's phone pinged. He took it out of his pocket and read the text. April looked over his shoulder and read the text.

Is this Donald? The boys gave me your number

Donald stared at the text.

Who is this?

Daisy from the it list. We fought a falcon together, remember?

April giggled at the text.

Yes this is Donald

Three periods played on the screen. The two of them waited, wondering what she would say.

Date?

April contained her excitement. She just had to wait for Donald's word, and then she could cheer.

He sent a thumbs up emoji.

"Yeah! Aunt Daisy has a date!" April jumped up and threw her hands in the air. "Wooh! May, come help me get the fireworks their date!" she called to her sister. Donald heard May yell happily from the other room. May came running down the hall and rushed to the backyard with April.

Donald watched after them and face palmed. Fireworks? He was startled when June appeared next to him. He stared at her, a bit on edge. "June, uh, aren't you going to go help your sisters ruin my date?" he asked, not really wanting to be alone with this creepy child. She shook her head. "Can you find a way for them not to launch them during the date?" he said. She gave him a sly smile. "You got it Donsy," she clicked her tongue. Donald eyed her confused. She walked off with her hands in her pockets. "April says it's your ship name, whatever that means," she explained halfway down the hallway.

...

"He said yes!" Daisy grinned."I told you," Louie said. "Wait, what will I wear! Where are we going to eat? Should I pay or him? What am I going to do?" she stressed. "And there you go, over thinking it again," Louie said, going back to his show.

"I got a date! I got a date! I got a date!" Daisy cheered through the house. Huey and Dewey heard her and ran down the stairs to meet her. "Wooh! A date with uncle Donald? Can't wait!" Huey smiled. "Looks like we have some major prepping to Dewey," Dewey said.

...

Huey, Dewey and Louie waited in the bushes. Soon, Donald and Daisy would be there at the park, having a dat picnic. "Okay, everything ready?" Huey asked. Louie was on his phone and Dewey was shaking with excitement. The boy in blue nodded. "Yep. I couldn't find any doves," he added, holding onto a box. The box obviously had something alive in it as it was shaking around. "But what's more romantic than doves? Well, Huey I'm glad you asked. S-" Dewey was cut off.

Something was in the bushes a few yards away from them. "What was that?" Huey said. "Louie, you're supposed to be on look out!" Louie waved his hand at him. "Yeah, yeah, I'll go see what it is in a minute." "Shh! I think someone's coming," Dewey said, looking over the bush.

...

Donald waited in the park. Daisy would be there any minute. He folded his hands nervously. "Donald!" he heard someone call him. He turned around and saw Daisy, making her way towards them. Together, they set up their picnic. Once they had it set up, they ate and chatted. After one of them had said a joke, they laughed.

Finally, Daisy said, "Donald, sing me a song, please." Donald tugged at his collar. "Oh, okay," he said. He took in a breath and began. But the words that seemed to come out of his mouth weren't his. He stopped. In fact, it wasn't even coming from him. Music came from behind him somewhere. He turned his head to see a bush behind him. From the top of the shrubbery he could see a purple cap, a tuft of feathers, and the tops of pigtails. Donald recognized the music. He realized it was a scrapped song he had written with the three Cabelleros. How did the girls get their hands on that?

June must have known he could see them. She poked her head up over the bush and waved her phone, the source of the recording. "I dig your groovy tunes, man!" she whisper shouted. He rolled his eyes and turned his head back to Daisy. June called to him quietly in a soft voice. "I said I dig your groovy tunes!"

Daisy giggled. Suddenly, a default hit her in the back of the head. "What the?" she turned around, just in time to dodge another one. The two random birds flew off, but Daisy kept her eyes on some bushes behind her. Red cap and feathers. "You brought seagulls!" she heard Huey scream quietly. "Well, I'm sorry, but I grew up at the marina where seagulls are the most romantic thing around!"

She looked back at Donald who looked a bit embarrassed. "Come on, why don't we go somewhere with a bit less whispering bushes," she said. They walked to the edge of a fountain in the park and sat on the rim. She flashed her long eye lashes at him. He gulped nervously, thinking he didn't deserve a girl like her. She straightened up her hair. The sun began to set in front of them.

"Aren't sunsets just beautiful?" she spoke in awe. Donald stared into her eyes. "Yeah," he agreed. She smiled and turned back to him. When she was he had been looking at her, she blushed. She leaned in and Donald backed up. She straightened back up too. "Oh, sorry, I uh," she started. "No, no it's okay," he said, laughing awkwardly. He looked around then turned back to her. "Do you, maybe want to try that again?" he smiled.

To his surprise, she raised an eyebrow. "I would, but the boys are right behind you." "The girls are behind you too," Donald said. Daisy rolled her eyes. "You can come on out kids," she called. Huey, Dewey, Louie, April, May, and June came out from behind bushes.

"Kids, we can have a date by ourselves. We don't need you to micromanage everything," Donald said. "Well, it would have been the perfect date if someone hadn't left the fireworks at home!" April glared at May. "My fault? It wasn't my job to get them!" May complained. "Well then who's job was it?" The two girls looked to June. "Oops," she said, not really caring. She winked at Donald.

"Well, I wasn't the one who chucked seagulls at you!" Huey whined. Louie just laughed without looking up from his phone. "Go home, boys," Donald instructed. "You too, girls," Daisy said. Dewey and May began to protest but refrained from it. The kids walked away disappointed.

The couple sat back down on the fountain and sighed. They looked at each other and smiled. "Triplets, am I right?" Donald said. She giggled. "Anyway, how about that sun," Daisy said, watching what was left of the sun go down. She let out a peaceful breath and slid closer to Donald. They soon found themselves holding hands. She leaned her head against his shoulder and continued watching the day pass away.

Up in a few nearby trees, both sets of triplets sat. "I ship them," April swooned, letting her legs dangle from the branch. "Absolutely," Huey agreed, resting his chin on his hands. Louie and June shared a confused look. They never really knew what those two were talking about anyway. Dewey and May hung from some tree branches upside down. "They didn't even kiss?" Dewey complained. "What was the point if they weren't going to kiss?" May added