A/N Hey guys! So, unless it's a big episode, I'll be doing two episodes as one in this fic. Thanks to all the support y'all have given this story and me! This episode is a combo of The Infernal Internship of Mark Beaks and The Great Dime Chase. Enjoy!

Louie bit his lip, cheeks red, and walked along side Feathry and Huey. "So," he laughed awkwardly. "A club was the most appropriate place you could think of to take two ten year old boys?" The green triplet kept his head down and stepped quickly, not wanting to spend more time by the bar than he needed to. Music blared loudly, making it hard for Louie to think straight.

Feathry ignored him and stopped. He glanced down at his phone. "Hang on just a sec, Little Donald."

Louie let out a breath. He turned to talk to his youngest brother, but Huey was nowhere in sight. "Huey?" he called.

"Nice tattoos! Where'd you get it?" Louie spun around to see Huey talking with a man with a tattoo of a naked duck. "You know, I've got a tattoo myself," Huey said, putting on a cool voice. He showed off his arm, which had a scribbled pen drawing of what Louie assumed to be Dewey. But he couldn't really tell.

Louie's eyes widened and he pushed his brother away from the man. "So sorry to bother you sir!" Louie yelped, giving a weird smile. He noticed Huey's bang feathers on fire. He quickly blew them out before it became a problem.

Huey just grinned. "He seemed nice."

Louie and Huey met back up with Feathry. Huey tugged on the older duck's suit. "Hey, cousin Feathry, you said we could get McDuckalds," he said, bending up and down on his knees.

"I know, but first, I'm here to talk to someone," Feathry said, trying to look over the heads of people. His face lit up when he saw a brown haired owl walk towards him.

"Is that Feathry Duck I see?" She walked towards them and shot finger guns at Feathry.

Louie face palmed and sighed. He couldn't have thought to pick a different place to meet?

"Boys, meet Zan Owlison. She's the co-CEO of Waddle and I asked to meet with her about possibly being a spokesman."

Doesn't the company usually reach out and not the spokesman? Louie shook the thought away and turned his attention back to the adults.

Owlison nodded. "Yeppers. Feathry, you didn't tell me you had kids! They're just adorable!" She knelt down to the boys' level and smiled.

Louie looked her over. She wore a loose T-shirt and black yoga pants. This woman was CEO of one of the largest tech companies in the country?

"Say, are you guys twins?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Triplets, actually, but number 2 decided to stay home," Huey said.

"O M Goodness, too cute," she said, putting a hand on her heart. Louie raised an eyebrow at her.

Feathry cleared his throat. "Anyways..."

She stood back to her normal height. "Right. So, about being Waddle's spokesman. Can I get you a drink while we talk?" She proceeded to ask for two drinks, and a man slid them across the counter to her. The two adults sat down, and Huey took a spot next to Feathry.

The boy reached for his cup, but Feathry stopped him. "Nope. That's 'adult juice'." He slid the cup away from the red triplet, and Huey frowned.

...

Dewey moved as quietly as he could, scanning over his bedroom. Feathry had given it to the boys to share. Huey had complained about sharing, but Dewey liked it. It helped him not to be so afraid of the dark.

With his brothers gone with Feathry, Dewey practically had the whole room to himself. He was finally alone.

He crept along the floor, glancing back occasionally, in case somehow one of his brothers was there. And there he saw it. On the floor against the triple bunk bed was a green backpack. Louie's backpack.

Dewey unzipped the pockets and started shuffling through it. "Come on, I know he has it in here. Where is it?" he mumbled to himself.

"Where's what?"

Dewey jumped at the voice, nearly dumping the contents of the backpack all over the floor. "Webby!" Darn, he had forgotten about her.

In the mayhem, a small piece of paper flew out of the bag. It landed at Webby's feet. She looked at it curiously and picked it up. "Hey, what's this?"

Dewey's eyes widened, and he tried to take the thing he had been looking for from her. It was a small photograph.

"Who's that?" she asked once Dewey had it.

"It's, um, a picture of my mom," he said quietly. He smiled sadly at her image, rubbing his thumb over it.

"Ooh, she's pretty. I didn't know you had a mom," Webby said, looking over his shoulder.

Dewey inched away. "Yeah, that's the problem. We don't know what happened to her. I think Louie does, but he won't tell us."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm gonna go have a tea party! Wanna come?" She smiled at him, twirling a stand of hair around her finger.

"Wait, Webby, I want to figure out what happened to her." He focused his eyes on Della's image, memorizing every curve, detail, and impurity on her face. He had always hoped, always told himself that she would come back some day.

"Oh. Right." She blushed, embarrassed, and thought a moment. "Oh! I think I saw something with her name on it here!"

Dewey perked up. "Really?"

"Yeah, it was a box Feathry had, but I think he put it somewhere in the garage."

"W-well, then, we- we have to find it!" Dewey allowed a small smile to cross his face. Could he actually do it? Could he figure out what happened to her?

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Huey was so bored. Feathry and Owlison just went on and on about business, business, business. At least, that's what it sounded like to him. And Feathry wouldn't even let him have any of that, so called, "Adult Juice".

"Mmm, maybe," Owlison said, getting up from her seat.

Huey perked up. And like a kid waiting for their parent to quit talking, one question came to his mind: Is it finally time to go yet?

The dog running the bar raised an eyebrow at the business woman. "Right, the bill," she mumbled, and began checking herself for money. When she came up empty, she frowned. "Shoot. Misplaced my wallet. I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached, lol."

Huey liked the way she said lol. He had no idea what it meant, but it sure sounded cool.

"I've got it," Louie said, passing some cash across the counter.

Huey took note of that. Paying for stuff is responsible.

Owlison smiled at the green triplet. "Aw, thanks sweetie! Hey, Feathry, how about this." She cleared her throat before continuing. "You let me borrow your kiddos for a min, and if they do a good job, I'll let you sponsor my Project: Behold and they can intern at Waddle!" She threw her arms out in a welcoming gesture.

A job? Boring!

"A job? Amazing!" Louie's face lit up and he eagerly nodded. Then he cleared his throat and took on a calmer demeanor. "I mean, uh, I- I would like that... ma'am." A smile stayed on his face.

Huey took note. Responsible people look calm.

"I wouldn't mind it," Huey said, puffing up his chest. He glanced at Louie to see if he noticed how "responsible" he was being. But his older brother paid no attention.

Feathry rubbed the back of his neck, saying, "Uh, sure. If they'd like it."

"Yes, please!" Louie said, losing his neat composure again.

"Alrighty then, it's a dealio!" She turned and started walking to the exit of the club.

Before Huey and Louie could follow, Feathry stopped them. "Alright boys, this is a big deal, so I want you to be on your best behavior."

Huey tilted his head and smirked. "Well, I told other people I'd be on my worst behavior, so..."

That earned a glare from both his brother and cousin.

Noted. Responsible people don't reference things in an attempt to make a dumb joke.

"I'm serious." Feathry put a hand on Louie's shoulder. "Please don't blow this."

"You don't have to worry about me, Cousin Feathry," Louie said confidently. Huey bit his lip. He wished he could look as responsible as that.

"I bet my lucky penny on it," Feathry sighed.

"What?" Huey tilted his head curious.

"Oh, it's just, um..." The older duck bit his lip and dug into his coat pocket, searching for something. Finally, he pulled out a small, copper penny. "It's a penny my Uncle Scrooge gave to me when I was your age. You know, after the 'incident'. But I never ended up getting rid of it or losing it, so I just call it my lucky penny."

"Wait, what happened to Uncle Scrooge?" Huey asked, even more confused.

"Come on, Hue. We've got to get going if we want to catch a ride with Miss Owlison," Louie said, grabbing Huey's wrist and ignoring his question.

"Wait, I really wanna know!"

"Good luck boys," Feathry called after them.

Louie dragged Huey out the door.

"Is no one else curious! Am I the only one who cares?" Huey shouted to no one in particular.