"Okay, so it says here that the people of Atlantis built the city to be able to study the stars better. But the only people who came out here were astronomers, so the supports weren't very strong. The hole city fell into the sea. It says the temple of Atlantis holds many different chambers," Fethry began, pointing to the inscription in the temple wall. "Sort of like a maze. Each chamber has a different challenge and in the center of them all is the jewel of Atlantis!"

Everyone gathered around. There was a map, noting the different chambers, each one described with crude symbol. The temple was set up like a labyrinth; someone wouldn't have to go through all the chambers to get to the jewel. Only a few, depending on which route you took.

"Let's take a picture of the map, so we won't get lost," Fethry said. He stuck out his hand, waiting for someone to give him a phone.

Webby raised her hand. "Feathry, none of us own phones. What about yours?"

Fethry reached into his pocket and pulled out a wet device. He frowned, discovering it wouldn't turn on. "Dang it, mine's wet. Maybe Launchpad?" he asked hopefully.

Launchpad nodded and handed over his phone. After taking the picture, Fethry gave it back to him. "There. Now we have some sense of direction. Onward, to adventure!" He put a hand on his hip and pointed forward, heroically.

"Cousin Fethry, Huey ran in before you even took the picture," Louie pointed out.

Feathry's eyes widened. "Gosh, darn it. Boy! Come back! I'm supposed to be watching you!" Fethry called, taking off into the temple. The others followed after.

...

Meanwhile, Glomgold and his crew were just coming up on the temple ledge. He was the first to step onto land, followed by Donald and the others.

"Game plan, team. If we want to get that gem before that greedy Feathry gets it, we have to act smart. Any ideas?" Glomgold said, his stout figure standing before the group.

No one gave an answer, so finally Donald decided to take a shot at it. "We could just follow them and then steal it from under their noses," he said, without much energy into the thought.

Glomgold rested his hands on his cane. "Now, that's not exactly the idea I was looking for, as that's a little bit cheating, but that's why we brainstorm," he said, trying to encourage them.

"Dude, how do you cheat at life?" Donald asked, waving his hands. He walked next to Glomgold and turned to face the other ex-criminals. "Who are you going to listen to? This idiot, or me?"

Glomgold took a few steps back. "Now, Donald, that's not very constructive language."

"I don't care," Donald said, crossing his arms. "I'm a grown adult and I was doing perfectly fine on my own before this stupid program. Who's with me?"

The others hesitated. Glomgold spoke into a walkie-talkie. "Send security."

Just like that, two beagles came off of the boat. They stood, watching, just in case something were to happen.

"Fine, you guys follow this loser, I'm going to go get my kids. I am still their legal guardian, and I'm getting them back." Donald huffed and started to walk into the temple. But the beagles stopped him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Duck, but the deal I made with the mayor was that criminals could only go free if they completed the second chance program. And if you quit, then you'll have to go back to your cell," Glomgold explained.

"What! That's ridiculous!" Donald shouted. But the beagles grasped his arms firmly, trying to stop any trouble. Donald pulled away from them and raised his hands. "Alright, alright. Anything's better than listening to this guy go on and on," he gave in. He frowned, the beagles ushering him back on the boat.

Halfway on the boat, in one swift movement, Donald snatched a key from a beagle. To his fortune, neither of them noticed. The duck smirked. He wouldn't be locked up for long.

...

The family walked through the city of Atlantis. It wasn't as much of a city as it was a collection of tunnels and passages. Huey was discreetly trying to trigger traps the whole time, only it wasn't so discreet. Everyone could tell he was trying to do it. Thankfully, they hadn't run into any traps yet.

Louie kept an eye on his brothers, making sure they didn't get to far or "accidentally " trigger something (looking at you Huey).

"Hey, wonder what would happen if I stepped on this tile?" Huey said, taking a step towards a brick poking out slightly from the floor. Louie sighed and face palmed.

"Huey, quit trying to set something off."

Huey put a hand on his heart dramatically. "What! Me? No! Never! Why would I want to do that?" he said in a high pitched voice.

Louie rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his hoodie, which was tied around his waist. "Besides, if you haven't activated one by now, there probably aren't any," he shrugged.

"Okay, for one, I never said I was looking for traps. And two, really? How are there no traps in this entire place? What a rip off!" Huey said, kicking at a rock dejectedly. Said rock rolled on a certain tile, which sunk into the floor under the small pressure.

Everyone stopped and Louie flinched. "Maybe I was wrong," he said.

"Yes! Death trap!" Huey cheered. Everyone glared at him.

A rock wall fell from the ceiling, all of a sudden, separating the group. Dewey and Feathry on one side, Launchpad, Huey, Louie, and Webby on the other.

...

"Guys! Are you okay!" Dewey called over, heart racing. There a moment before Louie answered.

"Yeah, we're fine. You?"

Dewey bit his lip, glancing around. "We're good, but we have to find a way back to you. We'll stay here..." He noticed Feathry start to head on. Not wanting to be alone, Dewey walked backwards with his tail tucked. "Or I guess we'll keep going...?" he told his brother. Then he spun around and ran off after his cousin.

"We'll meet them back up later," Feathry shrugged, ruffling the boy's hair.

Dewey bit his beak, worried for his brothers and Webby. It didn't help that they had ended up with Launchpad. "Sure."

They walked for a bit before coming to a wall. They stopped, examining it.

"Dead end?" Dewey wondered.

Fethry shook his head. "No, I'm not so sure..." He felt over the wall and came to a brick that was sticking out farther than the rest. He smiled and pressed it. Slowly, a small opening appeared. "Ha ha! Yes! Now, go through and find a way to open it on the other side," he said, gesturing.

Dewey stared at the opening, fiddling with his hands uneasily. It looked dark, and he would be all alone. "In there? Without even knowing what's on the other side? But what if it's dangerous?"

"Come on, kiddo, the danger is the fun part! I can't do it because I can't fit. Just go in," Fethry said. He waved his fingers at Dewey, ushering him in. He glanced at the hole uneasily.

"A-alright," Dewey stuttered, getting down on his hands and knees. He crawled under, and soon he was on the other side. It was even darker now that he was in the chamber. The only light came from the small hole he had crawled in through.

"What do you see?" Feathry called.

"It's sort of dark but I can make out some levers." He squinted, the dark levers almost visible. They were a couple yards over his head. Who knew what would happen if he pulled them.

"Great kiddo! Pull the one to let me through," Feathry said.

"That's the problem. There's more than one and they're high up." He tilted his head at them, trying to get a better view.

"Just climb to them!"

Dewey gulped, staring at a few bricks that poked out of the wall. They looked damp from water seeping in through the cracks. He would have to climb a bit of ways up, not to mention to possibility of slipping. He took in a deep breath. "But what if I pull the wrong one and it ends up crushing you or me? Or what if I fall while climbing? I-I can't do it."

Feathry's voice called from the other side. "You can do this."

"No, I can't. I can't do anything." All the doubts that had pushing him all day finally came out. "I can't do anything without Louie."

Dewey was almost sure he heard Feathry say, "Wait, that's not Louie?" There was a moment of quiet before he said, "What does this have to do with him?"

"I can't do anything right without Louie. He keeps me safe. He makes sure I don't get into trouble. Without him I just mess everything up. I can't do it by myself. I- I'm too scared." The boy's voice cracked. He tucked in his tail, eyes focused on the levers.

There was a moment of silence before his cousin spoke again. " It's okay. I get scared too. I mean, did you see when I feel into that water earlier?" He gave a light chuckle, and the memory made Dewey smile. "We're a lot more similar than you think. You don't need Louie to do anything. You can do it by yourself. Your brothers are just there to help you along."

Dewey flexed his fingers, taking in a breath and considering climbing. A half smile grew on his face. Feathry was right. He could do this. No, he could Dewey this.

"Alright, I'm gonna do it." He stepped forward, taking hold of the first ledge. He hesitated before climbing any higher. This would be just like gym class. Which you failed. He shook the thought away and kept climbing. He kept his gaze focused on the levers, determined not to look down. Before he knew it, he reached the first one. "Got it!" He called, a sense of pride welling up in him. The unfamiliar feeling felt good.

"I'm going to pull it, so... ya know... in case it's a trap, you might wanna take a step back." Dewey laughed nervously to himself. It wasn't gonna happen.

He hoped.

Once he pulled it, it was followed by the creaking of rocks. It only took Dewey a moment to realize the ceiling was sinking. "Gah! Feathry!" He yelped, almost losing his grip. His eyes widened, watching the ceiling come down. "It was a trap! The ceiling is falling and now we're all gonna die!!!" He cried frantically.

"Pft, no, we won't all die, just you."

"NOT HELPING!"

"Right, right, sorry. Um..." There was a moment of silence while Feathry thought. "Try flipping the lever back!"

Dewey did as told, but the ceiling kept sinking. Oh yeah, and now the walls were closing in too. "OH GOSH NOW IT'S WORSE!"

"Don't panic, kid! Flip the other ones!"

Dewey flipped the levers he could reach without falling. He heard a few more sounds as gears grinded and clicked in place. A small hole to the right of him opened up, releasing a multitude of spiders. Dewey froze, unable to look away from the arachnids. His eyes wide and his heart racing, he found himself so petrified he could even scream.

The most he could let out was an almost inaudible, incredibly squeaky whisper. "H-h-hey there, s-spiders..." He smiled awkwardly, trying to push down his fear.

"Kid, are you alright?"

"Everything is fine."

"What?"

"I said everything is fine."

"I can't hear you. Just this weird screeching noise."

"I SAID EVERYTHING IS FINE! EVERYTHING IS-" Dewey's shout was cut off by a spider crawling up his sleeve. He could feel it in there, it's little legs on his skin almost in a rhythm. A chill shot up his spine at the thought and he let out a yelp. His hand slipped off the went ledge, plunging him into darkness. Thankfully, he was able to catch another notch before hitting the ground with his free hand. With his other, he shoo it violently until he saw the spider fling away. With his beak he pulled his sleeve over his arm and shuddered. "I'm good! Just a bunch of spiders and I'm about to be crushed and all." He played off his fears like a joke, just so it'd be easier for him to swallow.

"Kid, just get out of there! I can't risk losing you!" Feathry actually sounded worried.

Dewey shut his eyes, blocking out all the sound. He couldn't give up now. He'd prove everything uncle Donald had ever said about him to be true. That he was weak. Scared. The runt.

"Kiddo!"

"Wait, I can do it! I can get you through!"

"Kid-"

"Trust me."

Silence passed. Then, "Alright."

Dewey ventured to open his eyes, scanning for any other levers. He frowned. The only switches were back up there, and the ceiling had already began to cover them. He started to climb down the wall, wanting to give himself the longest opportunity possible. He just had to find some way out of here. His eyes moved to the floor, frantically searching for anything useful. He noticed dots were engraved in the tiles on the floor. He examined them more, finding them familiar. With the way the dots were set up, it almost looked like...

"Hey! The ground has constellations on it!" He pointed them all out to himself, noting their placements. "They're in the right order and everything, just like a star chart. Except..." He tilted his head, spotting the Ursa Major. "This one is next to Sagittarius, not where it should be." A rumbling drew his attention back to the roof, which was now about a foot above his head. He tucked his tail, his fears returning. He glanced back down at the constellation. Maybe it was a puzzle. And one Dewey could figure out nonetheless. That made him smile a bit.

He pressed his foot down on the Ursa Major stone, and it sunk under his webbed foot. There was a sharp click and all the traps stopped. The ceiling and walls returned to their normal spot and the spider hole closed (of course the ones that had already come out still scampered around.) Dewey let out a sigh of relief, blowing his loose feathers out of his face. But they just flopped back down in his view.

The wall blocking off Feathry lifted up, along with the one parallel, and the older duck scooped up his cousin in his arms. "Dude! That was amazing!"

Dewey blushed. "Really?"

"Yeah! Also, how do you know about constellations so well?" Feathry said, setting him down.

Rubbing the back of his head, Dewey said, "Well, sometimes I would wake up from nightmares, and I didn't want to bother anyone, so I would kinda stare out the window and memorize them." He gave a short chuckle.

"That's really cool. Nice job, Bluey."

"It's Dewey, actually," the blue duckling corrected.

Feathry snapped his finger. "Right. Sorry. I'm trying to figure it out."