Trigger warning! References abuse!

Feathry just looked over the situation wide eyed and confused. Louie grabbed the sword and swung at the ghost, making it whisp away momentarily, dropping Huey and Webby.

The headless horse finally kicked Dewey off, sending him flying through the air. He let out a yelp.

"I've got you Dewey!" Huey shouted, running to catch his brother. Dewey fell on top of him, sending them both tumbling. They landed on their tail feathers, Huey laughing and Dewey hyperventilating.

The two boys and Webby ran behind a large shield taking cover.

Feathry tilted his head. "What the-" he was interrupted by Louie grabbing him by the hand. The boy also led him to safety behind the shield.

Everyone caught their breaths, hands on their knees. Though now Dewey was shaking, his breathing sharp.

Once Louie could speak, he said, "We got this. There are three of them and five of us." He poked his head from around the shield. "If we- Nevermind. They teamed up," he sighed.

Now the pirate ghost wielded the sword, riding on the headless horse.

"What are we going to do!" Dewey shouted, heart pounding faster. Webby tucked in her tail, equally scared.

Feathry glanced between the kids, then around the shield to the monsters. "Fighting a monster shouldn't be too hard. I'm sure it's just like the stories Uncle Scrooge used to tell," he said to no one in particular. He ran out from behind the shield, a determined look on his face.

"Wait! Get back! You're too famous to die!" Huey called after him.

Louie sent him a look. "Please do not play into his ego."

Feathry stood in front of the headless steed. "Hey ghost! What do you want!" he asked.

"The head of a McDuck!" the pirate snarled, raising his sword. His skull burst into bright blue flames.

Feathry raised his hands in a shrug. "Would you settle for a distant relative? Sure, my last name is technically Duck, but I am related to the McDucks," he offered.

The ghost only roared in response, charging the duck. He had to act fast. He spotted a statue of himself and smirked. Sliding under the horse, he stood in front of the statue.

"Come and get me, you big palooka!" he taunted. The ghost turned directions and ran towards him, waving the sword wildly. In the chaos, he decapitated Feathry. Only it wasn't Feathry but his statue. The statue's rock head fell into the hands of the ghost.

"Ha! There's your head! Boom!" Feathry cheered, hands on his hips.

The ghost snarled, "I should've been more specific!" As he spoke, he whisked away in a blue fog, vanishing. The sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and the head landed on the horse.

The horse neighed and clopped his hoof. It translated to, "Oh no! A head! My worst nightmare!" Then he ran off.

All the kids ran out from behind the shield, cheering.

"Wow! Cousin Feathry! That was amazing!" Louie said, eyes wide.

"Thank you for saving us!" Webby beamed.

"That was the coolest thing I've ever seen in my entire life!" Huey said, grinning and clutching his toaster.

"I thought I was going to die!" Tears just poured from Dewey's eyes in an almost comical way as he toppled to his knees.

Feathry dusted off his suit, shining the buttons with his thumb. "That's great and all, and I loved praising myself as much as the next guy, but what were you kids doing in my garage? Webby, I've told you not to play in here."

Dewey stood timidly. "We'll take whatever punishment you give us. Just not on my hand, I've already got a bruise on my hand from when Louie was late," he said. Louie rubbed his arm, still feeling bad about that.

"Wait no! Please don't hurt us! Just call us stupid or whatever. Sticks and stones!" Huey said, jumping in front of his brothers.

Feathry shook himself and raised an eyebrow. "Wait, hurt you? I'm not going to hurt you. Where did you get that idea?" he asked, hands on his hips.

The triplets stared at the floor. "Well, uncle Donald used to," Dewey mumbled.

Feathry knelt down to their level, and Webby just watched. "Here, let me see," he said, holding out his hand. The boys hesitated. "Don't worry, I'm not like my cousin," he pressed.

Finally all three boys stepped forward. Feathry pulled back Dewey's sleeve, revealing several bruises. There were also some scratches and even fork scars. Next Feathry checked Huey. Most of his wounds were on his head, bumps and red marks, all hidden under his cap. It was obvious he had been slapped many times. And then came Louie. He was most hesitant. But when he realized Feathry wouldn't give up, his cheeks turned red.

"I don't want to show you. There's a girl present," he said, puffing his cheeks. That, of course, wasn't the main reason, but it was an excuse.

Feathry sighed. "Webby, can you turn around please?" She nodded and did as told. "Now, Louie, show me."

Louie avoided eye contact with his cousin, untying his hoodie from around his waist, mumbling something. Then, once his hoodie was off, he lifted up his shirt. Cuts and bruises, just like his brothers. Some scabs and fork wounds like Dewey. Patches without feathers were also on his chest. Red spots where the blood was closer to the surface of the skin. And many scratches.

Feathry frowned, heartbroken. "Boys, I-I- Why didn't you ever come to me sooner?" he asked, at a loss for words.

"We didn't even know you we related to us," Huey said, slipping back on his cap backwards.

"I- I did," Louie stuttered.

"Any other mind blowing secrets you're hiding from us, Lou?" Huey asked, tilting his head.

Louie ties his hoodie back around his waist while shaking his head.

Feathry pulled them closer. "I'm not a huge fan of children, but I would never hurt you or abuse you or call you names," he said.

Louie kicked at the ground. "Like screw ups?"

Feathry was taken back. "What?"

"Louie, no one called us screw ups," Dewey said, quietly.

Louie nodded, pointing at Feathry. "He did! When he thought he was alone. Sure you would never call us that to our face, but we know what he really thinks," Louie said.

"Louie, stop, I didn't mean it like that," Feathry said, getting back to his feet. Webby stood timidly, not knowing who's side to take.

"Then what did you mean, Feathry?" Louie asked, glaring. Huey and Dewey watched uncomfortably.

"That's enough," Feathry said, his temper starting to rise.

"That's what everyone thinks!" Louie said, throwing his hands up. "We're just three screw ups raised by that jerk Donald Duck!"

"I said that's enough!" Feathry demanded, smacking his hand against the nearest object. Which just so happened to be the gong.

All the kids gasped, taking a step back. Feathry rolled his eyes and put a hand on his hip. "Oh relax, the curse is only awaken if you it it three times and- and-" Feathry stuttered, realization hitting him. "And you already hit it two times, didn't you?" He walked backwards.

The dragon statue holding the gong transformed in a golden, living dragon. It burst through the roof of the garage, giving a low snarl.

"Pichu, the gold hunting dragon," Feathry said under his breath.

"Gold hunting? How much damage could that do?" Huey wondered, laughing awkward.

"For one thing, it could destroy the economy," Louie pointed out matter of factly.

"And my reputation!" Feathry cried. "Could you imagine? 'Feathry Duck let's loose dragon'!" He ran towards the dragon before it could fly away. He grabbed onto its tail, just as it started to slither upward. "Just... go to your rooms!" he said before the dragon went off, the duck with him.

The kids watched after him. "Should we go after him?" Webby asked, tilting her head.

"I'm not exactly sure that's entirely safe," Dewey said.

"Dewey's right," Louie said.

Huey shook his head and stood in front of his friends. "Guys, we have to help him! We're the reason that dragon is even loose!"

All the kids sent him a look. He rolled his eyes, flushing. "Fine. I'm the reason that dragon is loose. But that's besides the point," he said waving his hands. "It's the right thing to do. Feathry isn't the best guardian we could hope for, but he still hasn't called me an idiot, so that's a step up from Donald."

Louie stared down frowning.

"Anyways, who's with me?" Huey said, sticking his hand out. After some hesitation, Louie finally put his hand in the middle. Webby followed.

"Well..." Dewey said, trying to sneak away. But Webby grabbed his hand and put it on top of hers. "Alright, I guess I'm in," he sighed.

The kids broke apart. "How are we going to go after him?" Louie asked, hand on his hip.

"Feathry has a hired pilot. We could go after him by plane!" Webby said.

"Great! Where?" he asked.

...

The kids found Launchpad in the hanger of the mansion. He was fixing up the plane with a wrench. Webby stepped forward, tail tucked. Louie noticed her behavior and wondered why she'd be wary of him.

"Hey, Webbs. Who are these kids?" Launchpad asked, taking a step back from the plane. His voice was gruff.

"T-these are Feathry's cousins. They moved in today," she said.

Launchpad smiled slyly. "Neat. I love kids," he said, ruffling Dewey's hair sort of aggressively.

"There was a dragon and Feathry went after it and we have to save him and we were wondering if we could use your plane," Huey said fast.

"I don't really understand what you just said, but it sounds like Feathry is in danger, which sounds like my paycheck is in danger. Get in the plane," Launchpad said, grabbing a rag and wiping grease from his hands. He climbed into the plane, the kids following.

Louie sighed, letting his arms sag. "There's not one person in this whole town that would do something nice without some alternative motive."

The kids stood in the cockpit while the plane took off. Dewey tensed. "Umm, excuse me, Mr. Launchpad sir? How fast does this thing go?" he said, already starting to get motion sick.

Launchpad smirked. "What? You said go faster?"

Dewey's eyes widened. "No! Nope! Please don't! No!"

The plane picked up speed, causing the kids to slide across the plane floor. Dewey felt like he would puke. Launchpad noticed, which just made him smile more. He pulled back on the steering, making the plane go diagonal.

Dewey stumbles backwards, trying to hold in his lunch. He face turned green as he clutched the rails of the cargo plane. His brothers slid to join him. Dewey's head spun, knees wobbling.

"Sorry, Dew. Maybe he just can't hear you?" Huey said, giving his older brother a reassuring smile.

Louie glanced between Dewey and Launchpad. He raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Or maybe he's doing it on purpose," he grumbled.

The green loving triplet attempted to make his way next to Launchpad. "Could you drive a little steadier please? My brother his going to throw up," he said, giving himself the benefit of the doubt.

Launchpad avoided eye contact with him. "Is that so? I hadn't noticed," he said sarcastically.

Louie crossed his arms. "So, are all pilots this bad or just you?" he remarked.

Launchpad gave a laugh, hiding his anger. "I would watch my tongue if I were you. If the blue kid pukes, you're cleaning it up. My plane, my rules." Randomly, he jerked the steering, causing Louie to hobble backwards on one foot.

Once the boy had regained his balance, he went up to Launchpad again. "Dude, stop or I-"

"You'll what? Tell Feathry? Yeah, like he's going to believe a dumb kid," Launchpad said, sticking out his tongue.

Louie balled his hands into fists. "You're a jerk."

"Thanks. I try," Launchpad said, sticking up his beak.

Louie huffed and made his way back to his brothers. Dewey just sat down, holding the bars for dear life. "I think I've gotten over it now," he said, forcing a smile. He immediately covered his mouth, puffing his cheeks. "Maybe not!"

Huey and Louie exchanged a glance.

Webby slid over to them. "Launchpad is usually a better pilot than this, I don't know what happened this time," she said, shrugging.

"I've got a few ideas," Louie said bitterly.

...

Feathry held on tight to the dragon, screaming. The dragon flicked its tail, trying to throw him off. "What was I thinking! Why did I climb onto a stinking dragon!" Feathry cried. He made his way up the body of the golden beast.

"Ha! Can't get rid of me that easily!" he said, pumping a fist in the air. He immediately regret it and grabbed back on.

The dragon eyed him, glancing back. Then it slammed its body against buildings, trying to shake the duck. "No no no no no no!" he yelping, clutching the creature tight. The scales were smooth in his hands, and he knew he could fall any minute.

He looked up, trying to see where the dragon was heading. It was in line with Glomgold's money bin, all the way at the edge of town.

Before Feathry could try to stop it, the dragon gave one last heavy shake, flinging him away. Feathry fell through the sky screaming. He shut his eyes then reopened them.

His cargo plane came into view. He fell on top of it and rolled off. Just then, a hand grabbed him and pulled him into the plane. Louie. The kids smiled at him as he tried to get to his feet.

"Boom! Rescued!" Huey cheered, jumping up.

Feathry pushes himself up with help from Dewey and Louie. "I thought I told you kids to go to your room," Feathry said, brushing himself off.

"Aren't you glad we didn't listen?" Webby smiled, wrapping a strand of hair around her finger.

"Come on, guys, we have to stop that dragon," Louie said, tightening the hoodie around his waist. He had a look of determination on his face. "This curse was caused by magic, so maybe something magical can stop it."

Huey smiled awkwardly, holding his hands behind his back. "Like maybe a Medusa gauntlet?" he asked, pulling it out from behind him.

Everyone gave him a look that said, "Really Huey?"

He laughed and handed the weapon to Feathry. "Sorry! I just really wanted to touch it."

"I've got it!" Feathry said, putting a finger in the air. "Kids, get that rope and tie it around me. Launchpad take us down lower!"

"Yes sir!" everyone else cried in unison.

The plane swooped down, the sun setting on the horizon. The dragon was still a while away from reaching the bin.

"Are you sure about this?" Dewey asked, staring out the plane.

"We can Dewey this," Louie reassured him, giving him a playful nudge. Dewey smiled.

"Alright kids! I'm going down!" Feathry said. He jumped out of the plane, rope wrapped around his body. He wore the gauntlet and stretched out his arm, reaching for the dragon.

He grabbed the dragons tail, making it flinch. It hit Feathry, untying him from the rope. The dragon transformed into stone as Feathry fell through the air. Now both were sinking, about to hit water.

The dragon crashed first, causing a huge wave in the bay. Feathry made a worried expression as he came closer and closer to the water. He shut his eyes tight and dove in.

He popped his head out, chills going down his spine. "Gah! It's so cold and- and wet!" he cried, frantically flailing his arms. The kids watching from the plane laughing and cheering. Launchpad pulled them in for a landing.

...

They met up on the shore of a small chunk of land on the bay. Feathry had a towel wrapped around him shivering. They sat together on a log, the adult in the middle, while Launchpad was still in the plane.

"You kids are a handful," he said. The triplets and Webby stared down, hands in their laps. But then he let out a chuckle, surprising them.

"Heh, I may have never asked to be a parent, but it seems like that's the task God's given me," he sighed with a smirk. He stood up and turned to face the ducklings.

"Look guys, I may not know what I'm doing, but I'll try harder. I'll do what Donald, and Beakley, and Della never could," he said.

Louie coughed into his hand. "Ush-shay on the ella- Day," he said, only Feathry hearing.

Feathry rubbed the back of his neck. "And I don't think you're screw ups. Hug?" He knelt down and held open his arms.

Huey and Webby were the first ones to join the hug, followed by Dewey, and then Louie. The green duckling smiled. Maybe his family wasn't so bad after all.

...

Donald Duck paced his jail cell. He was already creating an escape plan in his head. And when he got out, he would make sure one, if not all of those triplets would be punished. He knew one of them ratted him out, he just knew it.

He bit down on his beak in anger, almost hard enough to make it bleed. His hands were in fists, and in a fit of anger he punched the wall.

Just then, he was surprised to hear the cell door opening. He turned to see an officer along with a very famous duck. "Mr. Glomgold here paid your bail, so you're free to go," the officer said.

The famous duck was Flintheart Glomgold, the richest duck in the world. The short man smiled at Donald warmly. "Welcome to freedom, Donald Duck," he said.

Donald rolled his eyes. "Why? Why are you letting me out?"

Glomgold clasped his hands together. "Because I believe everyone deserves a second chance. You can come work for me, and I'll get you a better future."

"Work for you?"

"Tell me, Donald. What do you know about Atlantis?"

End of Episode One!