Day one...

Principal's office. Again. Dewey sat red faced in his chair, waiting for Donald to finish his meeting with the principal. "He did what!?!" he heard his uncle shout. Dewey cringed. Things could only get worse. But it wasn't like he meant to start the fire in science class. It just sort of happened.

The drive home, Dewey didn't say anything. He just listened to Donald's lecture about being more responsible. Dewey had heard it a million times. And he did try to listen. His mind just wandered off easily and he would loose focus and... Oops, too much Phosphor. Things will be better tomorrow, he thought.

Day two...

The next day, things didn't get any better. Donald and Dewey went out and about for a bit. They arrived back at marina where the house should have been. But it wasn't there. What was there was a guilty looking Huey and a sneakily smiling Louie. Donald got out of his jeep and ran up to the two. "Where's the house boat?" Donald asked, worried for the answer. "I-I-I didn't mean to! Louie tricked me!" Huey rambled. Louie's naughty smile widened. "What did you do? Where is it?" Donald continued to ask. The two brothers pointed into the sea. Donald looked over the edge of the pier to see the house boat sunk into the dock.

He sighed and tried to contain his anger, unsuccessfully. "I leave you two alone for less than an hour and you sank the house! How do you expect me to keep up with work, and Dewey getting sent to the principal's office, and the house boat sinking all at once! How did this even happen!" Donald shouted. Louie now began to regret whatever it was he had done out of fear of Donald's wrath. "He tricked me into eating a candy bar!" Huey cried, pointing at Louie. Donald needed no further explanation. He knew about Huey's sweet tooth and his tenancy to go nuts after having sugar.

Donald was distracted from his thoughts by a tug on his coat. "What are we going to do? Where will we sleep?" Dewey asked, looking up at his uncle. Donald's anger turned to empathy. "I'm- I'm sure we can stay in a hotel or something until I can fix the boat," he said. He picked Dewey up and held him with one arm on his hip. "Get in the car, boys. I'm going to call to get the boat pulled out of the water and then I'll find us somewhere to stay." Huey and Louie did what they were told, and Donald and Dewey followed. Getting in the car, Donald started the phone call.

Dewey knew it would be expensive to stay in a hotel. More expensive than they could afford right now. And he knew it would probably be a pretty penny to hire someone to tow the house boat out of the harbor. Dewey felt like they were the most unlucky family in the world.

Donald tried to cut a deal with the manager for a cheaper price, but that just made him mad and caused him to raise it. They got a tiny room with one bed. The bed looked like it had been made for two grown ducks, but the four of them managed to fit.

Dewey had a hard time sleeping. He often slept with his body failed out. The limited space, however, didn't give him that option. He felt claustrophobic, sandwiched between his brothers. Louie kept smacking the blue duck in the face whenever he felt himself drifting off to dream land. He shoved the sleeping Louie over. The green duckling just rolled back to his previous position.

Huey kicked in his sleep, driving Dewey nuts. Dewey just sighed hopefully. Tomorrow they would be back in the marina and could sleep in their own separate beds.

Day three...

After a night of an uncomfortable and over priced stay at a hotel, Dewey's back ached. They didn't have much to pack since most of it went down with the boat. Donald had gotten a call saying they were able to go back to the marina because their house had pulled out of the water. They checked out of the hotel and headed to their car.

To their surprise, the jeep was being towed off, on account of Donald overlooking the no parking sign. Donald freaked and chased after the tow truck. Apparently, the tow truck driver didn't know how to drive because he scratched Donald's car against a few mail boxes and fire hydrants. The triplets watched as their uncle angrily quacked at the driver.

It was a while before Donald walked back to the three children holding a bill. Donald mumbled under his breath. "Stupid... No good... Scratches my car and makes me pay when I rip up his driving seat."

That night, after his brothers were asleep, Dewey was still awake. He couldn't sleep with all the stress of the day. Their beds were soaked and arguably more uncomfortable than the ones at the hotel. To Dewey, it seemed like each day was more stressful than the last. He couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his blanket and placed a few clothes on it. He tied it up like a makeshift bag.

He was distracted by a voice. "Dewey? Are you awake?" It was Huey. He was sitting up in his top bunk. Dewey flinched. "What are you doing?" his older brother asked, rubbing his eyes. "I- I'm running away." Despite his tiredness, Huey shot up. "Running away? Why?" Dewey refused to make eye contact with his brother. "Because, every day life gets worse and worse," he said. "But things will get better tomorrow," Huey debated. "We have to stick together in the hard times so we can make it through to the good times." "But they don't get easier!" Dewey whisper shouted. "Every day I think things will get easier, but they don't. So I'm done. I'm running away."

Huey climbed down from the bunk.

Song (To the tune of Tomorrow from Annie)

Huey:

The sun will come out

Tomorrow

Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow

There'll be sun

Dewey turned and looked at his brother. He pushed through him with his sack of clothes at out to the deck. Huey followed after him, trying to reason with him.

Dewey:

Just thinking about

Tomorrow

Makes me see the cobwebs and the sorrow

So I must run

Dewey snuck to the edge of the boat and walked across the bridge. But Huey wouldn't let his brother go so easily.

Huey:

When your stuck with a day

That's gray

And lonely

Just stick up your chin

And grin

And say

Huey grabbed Dewey's wrist to keep him from leaving. Dewey glanced back at him angrily and yanked his arm away.

Dewey:

The sun won't come out

Tomorrow

What's the point of hoping

For tomorrow?

Huey:

Come what may

You gotta hang on

Tomorrow

Your family needs you

For tomorrow

Don't go away

Dewey began to contemplate Huey's words. He stopped, but then turned back to leave.

Dewey:

Tomorrow, Tomorrow

Huey:

Give thanks for

Tomorrow

Dewey stopped and realized the truth in Huey's words. He turned to his brother. They needed him. His family needed him to keep going. He walked back onto the boat.

Dewey:

You always

Come through for me

Tomorrow, Tomorrow

I love you

Tomorrow

You're always a day away!

END SONG

Dewey stared at his brother, tears forming in his eyes. He thought about what he was just about to do. "Dewey, please," Huey said. Without answering, Dewey rushed into a hug with his brother and sobbed into his shirt. Huey stroked the back of his head. "I'm so sorry," Dewey cried. "I love you, Dewey." "I love you too."