Dewey tossed and turned on his bed in boredom, Louie lay on his back on his bed using his phone, while Huey was curled up taking a nap.

"Louie~ I'm bored~" Dewey whined.

"Not my problem, figure it out yourself." Louie responded while tapping his phone screen.

"Ugh!" The middle triplet complained. "Let's go look at one of the rooms with weird doors."

"Nah, I'm good." Dewey pouted.

"Come on! Please!"

"If it'll make you stop talking then okay."

"Yay!" Dewey cheered. "Let's go!" At that moment, Louie was dragged off of his bed and out the doorway.

"Hey, slow down, ow, you're pulling on my arm." Louie exclaimed.

"It's fiiinee, come on!" Louie snatched his arm away and rubbed his wrist trying to ease the stinging.

"Where are we even going?" Louie asked.

"Right, here!" Dewey pointed at the door infront of them.

"Wait a minute, we can't go in there! Uncle Donald and Uncle Scrooge said it was forbidden!"

"Ah, don't be such a baby, come on! It'll be fun."

"No way, I'm not going to break the rules, not in your way anyway." Louie began to walk away before he was held back.

"Wait." Dewey stated.

"What?"

"Please at least stay here." The triplet pleaded.

"Why should I?" Louie crossed his arms in question.

"I don't know what's in there, and I don't want to be alone if I get scared." He explained.

"Then don't go in there!"

"I'm going to either way Lou." Dewey got on the tips of his feet to peek into the key hole. He grabbed the doorknob and tried opening it. "Locked."

"Not surprised." Dewey gave his brother a look before looking around for a way in. He looked up, and next to the door, there was an air vent.

"Ah-hah, short cut. Give me a boost." Louie walked towards the air vent and stood under it. Dewey climbed on his brother's shoulders and tried reaching for the air vent, not even close to where it was. "Almost there." Louie looked up and saw the distance.

"No you're not!" The volume of his voice made the brothers loose balance and fall to the ground.

"Ouch..." Dewey rubbed his head and stood up, helping Louie up as well.

"See, just stop trying this and let's go back to our room."

"No, there has to be another way." Dewey looked around once more and realised that there was a small vase on a table next to the door, he reached for it, took it down and looked inside. "A key!"

"Must be a fake, Uncle Scrooge would never leave something like that laying around....aaand it's real....okay." Dewey walked into the room and saw nothing but darkness. He continued walking until he saw a faint light that came from a candle. As kept going forward, he saw a brighter blue light. In that light, he saw a portrait.

"Mom?" He wondered aloud. The portrait was of his mother along with him and his brothers when they were very little. Underneath of the portrait, lay a clear glass casket. Dewey began getting nervous as he wandered closer. When he reached the casket, he got on the tips of his feet again and looked in the casket. Dewey immediately fell backwards, his heart pounded out of his chest. "MOM!?"

"Dewey!!" A voice yelled. The boy looked back and gasped.

"Uncle Scrooge! Uncle Donald!"