Webby smiled at them. "Will you come have a tea party with me?"

"I don't know, it seems kind of girly," Huey said. Louie elbowed him for being rude.

"How do you live here?" Louie wondered.

"Well, I moved in a long time ago, but it's been so long I don't remember why. How about you?" she asked.

"We're Feathry's cousins," Louie said bluntly.

"So you'll stay here a while? Yay! That means more people to play with!" she cheered.

"Play? We've never really... played before," Dewey said.

Webby tilted her head. "What?" She shook it off. "I know something fun we can do! Dress up!"

Huey crosses his arms. "You are not making me wear a dress," he grumbled. Louie elbowed him again. "Quit hurting me!" Huey said, glaring at his brother.

"Then quit being rude," Louie said.

Webby giggled. "Don't worry, not dresses, at least not for you boys. You can be the knights in shining armor and I'll be the princess. I think we have some armor in the garage." She led the boys out of her room.

Dewey raised an eyebrow. "Like, real armor? With swords? Are you sure that's safe?"

They all ignored his question and kept walking. They passed by Feathry's office again, Louie falling behind. His cousin was still on the phone. Louie waited a second to here the conversation.

"Listen Don, you really have to take better care of yourself." Louie flinched. Donald. He resented that man along with his mother. He rolled his eyes and started walking again. He could still hear a bit of Feathry's discussion. "First Webby and now the boys. How come everyone just assumes I'll take your kids when you screw them up?"

Louie stopped, his expression becoming annoyed. He and his brothers were a lot of things, but they weren't screw ups. It was everyone else in their lives that had screwed up. He clenched his hands into fists, before letting it go and continuing after his brothers.

...

After hanging up with Donald, Feathry sighed. "I hate even being related to that jerk!" he said to the air. Donald has used his one phone call for Feathry, suspecting that maybe Louie had taken them there. And he didn't sound to happy about it either.

Feathry did feel bad for the kids, honestly. But he never signed up to raise them. Any of them. Even Webby. Beakly had pawned her off on him a few years ago.

Feathry bit down on his beak. His cousin ending up in jail would not do good for his image. Sure, he had taken in the boys, but it might seem to the media that he just felt obligated to since they were his kin. He stroked his chin thoughtfully. What he needed was some other way to show his "benevolence".

His eyes wandered to the morning paper. Strange weather patterns on the Drake Barrier Reef. If Feathry remembered correctly, his Uncle Scrooge had told him stories about the Drake Barrier Reef. When the tides parted, it made way to Atlantis, where a gem with a clean power source could be found. That may be just the thing to put him back on top as Duckburg's most popular duck.

Bradford stepped into his office. "Master Feathry? Those kids are wandering around and I'm just worried that if Launchpad sees them-"

"Bradford, do you know anything about Atlantis?" Feathry interrupted.

The question took Bradford off guard. "I- I guess. The lost city under the sea," he said.

Feathry walked to his desk and picked up the paper. "It also has an unlimited power source and if I found it, the media would definitely go nuts about what a noble person I am," he said, scanning over the article with his eyes.

"Sir, you hate water, how do you expect to retrieve it?"

Feathry stopped. He hadn't thought of that. Ever since he was a kid he had an irrational fear of water. Only he and Bradford knew why. And, of course, those who had been present during the incident that caused it.

He shook it off. "Eh, I'm sure those kids could help out somehow. Plus, there's always Launchpad. I mean, come on, how hard can it be?" he said, waving his hand.

Bradford folded his hands. "Yes, about Launchpad. Are you sure it's safe to let those kids roam around? If Launchpad saw them..."

Feathry raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"He tends to be a little... rough with children. He already doesn't treat mistress Webby too well," Bradford explained.

Feathry tilted his head. "What? Since when?"

"Sir, you don't see the way he acts when you're not around," Bradford said.

"Nonsense! Launchpad is great! Anyways, I want you to get some supplies ready for a trip to Atlantis," Feathry said, shaking his head.

Bradford sighed. "As you wish sir."

...

Webby showed the boys into the garage.

"Check it out!" Huey said, rushing to see all the random things. There were artifacts and portraits. Paintings and weapons.

Huey tried to touch everything he could find, but Louie reprimanded him. This wasn't just some garage. It was owned by a man who got priceless things for just being him. Who knew what kind of cursed oddities there were in there.

"Ooh! Can I touch this!" Huey smiled pointing to a gauntlet. A paper tag hung from it.

Webby read the tag. "Medusa gauntlet. Turns objects to stone. Maybe don't touch it," she said.

Huey sighed, letting his arms sag. He started to walk away from the object when he stopped and gasped. "What. Is. That." he said pointing.

Webby tilted her head, following his gaze. "A... toaster...?" she said, confused.

Huey picked up the unfamiliar contraption. "What is a toaster?" he wondered. Growing up, they had never had enough money for such a luxury.

"It toasts bread," she said.

"How? You just tell it to do it and it does it?"

"I guess...?"

"Haha! Brilliant! This is the coolest thing since sliced bread!" he beamed. He stared at Webby dead in the eyes. "May I have it?"

Webby rocked on her heals. "Sure, I guess, go ahead."

He jumped up. "Oh thank you thank you thank you!" He squeezed the toaster tight. "I will name it Bready and it will be my best friend and we will never part!" This was the happiest Huey had been in a long time.

Dewey and Louie explored the garage together. Louie put his hands in his hoodie pocket, even though it was tied around his waist. "So, do you think all these magic things are real?" he asked, reading the tags.

Dewey frowned. "I hope not. It's sort of creepy. I don't like any of it." He spotted a painting. "Hey, check out this," he said. Louie followed him to a torn portrait. The portrait held an image of Feathry, Donald, and a third person they couldn't see because of the tear. They looked happy.

"What do you think happened to them?" Dewey asked, pulling his sleeves over his hands.

Louie rolled his eyes at the portrait. "I don't know. They probably realized they had to be adults but didn't like that so they completely gave up," he said bitterly.

"Louie..."

"What?"

"Quit being negative," Dewey said.

"Not my fault they're all selfish, worthless, inconsiderate, abusive, annoying-"

"Louie!" Dewey interrupted.

Louie sighed. "You know what, it doesn't even matter," he said, pulling his hands out of his pockets. "Why should I waste my mental energy on them when they didn't try to take care of us?" he said. Though he was clearly still annoyed.

They walked away from the painting. They came across a large gong. Louie held up the tag. "The gong of Pichu. Hit 3 times to awaken a curse." He shrugged. He doubted that would be a problem anytime soon.

They met back up with Huey and Webby. "Did you guys find the armor?" Louie wondered.

Webby shook her head. "Us neither," he said.

"But I did find this toaster! I named her Bready!" Huey shouted, shoving it in his eldest brother's face.

Louie and Dewey wouldn't ask questions. They just learned to roll with whatever was going on in Huey's head.

"Oh, and also this sword," Huey added. He pulled a glowing blue sword out of nowhere and showed them.

Louie's eyes widened and his protective instincts kicked in. "Um, I'm not so sure that's safe," he said. He read the sword tag. "The Dues Excalibur. Targets opponent and does rest until target is dead. Yeah, Huey this thing is not safe at all."

Huey shrugged, waving around the sword. "Oh come on, it's not that dangerous. I just have to be careful where I point it." At that moment he dropped the sword and it landed pointing at the blue triplet.

Dewey gulped as the sword began to levitate. "Dewey run," Louie said. Dewey didn't wait to hear it a second time. He took off, the sword chasing him. He dodged boxes and random objects around the garage. He even started crying.

"LOUIE HELP MEEEEEEEE!" he wailed, running as fast as his little ducky legs would take him. In the process of chasing after him, the sword hit the gong.

Huey turned a bright pink from embarrassment. "Oops." Louie glared at him.

Dewey saw a chest and ran for it, hoping he could hid inside. He slid to a stop, heart pounding he opened the box, but before he could hide inside, a sheet rose up from it. The sheet fell, revealing a pirate ghost. He bellowed loudly, causing Dewey to stumble backwards with a scream.

He fell over onto a saddle. The saddle magically grew into a horse, except the head was missing. The horse bucked with Dewey still on it, holding on for dear life.

"I HATE THIS! I HATE THIS! I HATE THIS!" he cried.

Now both Louie and Webby glared at Huey. He let out and awkward laugh and held up his hands defensively.

"Why doesn't this horse have a head! This is like every nightmare I've ever had!" Dewey wailed. As the horse flailed about, its back hoof kicked the gong, causing it to ring a second time.

"Don't let anything else hit that gong!" Louie said wide eyed.

There was now a flying sword, a angry ghost, and a headless horse. It couldn't get much more chaotic.

"Dewey, hang on, I'll save you!" Louie shouted, running into the fray. He slid under the ghost only to be stopped by the sword.

The ghost swept up and grabbed Huey and Webby by their feet, dangling them upside.

And Dewey was screaming as loud as he possibly could.

Louie's heart pounded from all the excitement. This couldn't get much worse.

"Hey, little Donalds, I was wondering if- What the heck is going on in here!" Feathry appeared in the garage doorway. Louie thought too soon. Now it got worse.