"Who downloaded all seven seasons of Ottoman Empire on my phone?" Louie continued scrolling on his phone. He was sitting on Huey's bed while Dewey was moving a few boxes of decorations around. "Uh, you did," Dewey said. "Sure I did. Is this some kind of prank?" Louie asked. Dewey looked up at him. Something seemed off with Louie ever since they had gotten back from the bakery. "Louie, did you put the cake in the fridge?" he said. Louie nodded, climbing down the bunk ladder. "Did you hide it well? It's supposed to be a surprise party," Dewey said. "Yeah, but I don't even know why you're doing this," Louie commented.

Dewey raised an eyebrow, confused. "What do you mean?" "If I were you, I'd smash that cake in his face," Louie said. "Are we talking about the same Launchpad?" Dewey was puzzled. They shared a confused stare. "Anyway, I have to go help uncle Scrooge move rocks. I'll be back later," Louie said, turning to leave. "Uncle Scrooge went with uncle Donald and mom on their trip, remember?" Dewey said. "What? When? Why didn't anyone tell me?" Louie dialed a number on his phone before Dewey could say anything. He walked out of the room while speaking with whoever was on the other end.

Perplexed, Dewey stood in his room. "I'm going to figure out what's up Louie and get to the bottom of this," he said.

In St. Canard...

Ding dong! Gosalyn ran down the stairs. "I'll get it!" she called. She opened the door. "Hi, Gosalyn!" Honker greeted at the door. She gave him a wave. "Are you coming? We have hockey practice in 30 minutes," he reminded. "Oh, right," she said. Her dad handed her her gear. Gosalyn stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

Honker and Gosalyn got to the hockey stadium 5 minutes early. Tank was there, along with some other kids they knew from school. "Hey, Gos! Are you ready to get your butt kicked by our team?" Tank teased. She jumped up on a nearby bench to make herself taller than him. "Ha! As if! My team could beat you with our eyes closed. Right, Honker?" she said. She smiled proudly while Honker just stood there, not wanting to get dragged into the conversation.

They dressed in their uniforms and got in their positions. The air in the stadium was frigid and tasted fresh. There was an echo to the large building and tension between the two team captains, Gosalyn and Tank. They stood ready, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle.

The sharp squeak shot through the air and the teams were off. Tank was able to collect the puck first. Gosalyn fumbled on her skates a bit before regaining her balance. He passed it along to his teammates. They began to move towards their target, the goal. Honker waited there, a little nervous. Tank had regained the puck while Gosalyn's team was slacking and went for the shot. Gosalyn was able to catch it before it made it to the goal. She smiled proudly under her helmet before remembering the enemy team. She swished it back and forth between her hockey stick. She advanced toward the enemy goal, prepping for the shot. Suddenly, Tank stood between her and the point. They made eye contact. She reeled back to hit the puck between his legs. He had his stick ready to block it. She skated back a bit then rushed towards it. Right from under her, one of the enemy swiped the puck from underneath her. She slipped and fell onto the hard ice. Her opponent passed it to Tank who flung it into her goal.

He shouted over his victory, even if he had only gotten one point. Honker slid over to Gosalyn to help her up. "Are you okay?" he asked. She got up to her feet but leaned forward as if she would fall again. She swung her arms to readjust herself. When she was steady, she said, "Yeah, but don't worry. It's not like he's going to win the game."

They prepared for the next shot and the game replayed itself. Later, Gosalyn found herself with the puck again. Tank's team tried to steal it from her, but she wouldn't let them. She swung for the goal and made it in. She cheered for herself. She looked around at her team, expecting them to cheer too. Instead, they either facepalmed or grumbled at her. She was confused for a minute and then realized what she had done. She had hit the puck into the wrong goal, giving Tank a point. Tank sneered at her while of her teammates shouted from behind, "Get your head in the game!" She blushed awkwardly and clumsily skated back to her post.

Back in Duckberg...

Dewey walked into Webby's room where Huey was reading his guide book, and Webby was throwing darts at a doll stuck to her wall with an arrow. "Hey, guys? Do you ever feel like something's off?' Dewey began. Huey glanced up at him before turning back to his book. "What do you think is off? Wait! Are we trapped inside that tv show again!" Huey freaked out. "No! No, nothing like that. I just think Louie is acting a little weird," Dewey explained. Huey calmed down. "I saw him earlier after you guys got back. He kept looking at me weird, if that's anything," Webby said. She chucked another dart. "I'm sure you're just paranoid. He's probably got another scheme going or something," Huey said. "How's he acting weird?" "Well, he's wearing his hoodie around his waist, he has dirt in his hair, he was complaining about someone downloading Ottoman empire on his phone, and he forgot about mom, Scrooge, and Donald's trip." He looked at his brother, who still had his nose in his book. "Huey, are you even listening?" Huey kept his eyes on his book. "I'm sorry, I got to a fascinating section about rock sediments," he excused.

Dewey rolled his eyes and moved to leave, but Webby jumped in front of him, startling him. "I was listening! And, I think you might have some truth to your argument," she said. "You do?" She nodded and dragged him up to her attic. She closed the attic ladder behind them and ran ahead. Dewey was left in the dark. "Webby? Where'd you go?" he called her. A small light turning on caught his attention. He saw her sitting at a desk with a small table lamp. "So, you want to know the dete's on Louie Duck, eh?" she said. She was wearing a hat and coat like a detective with a pink bow in the cap. "Ooh! I like this game!" he smiled. "This isn't a game! It's a mystery!" she corrected, getting into the mood of her character. "Cool! Where's my hat?" he said, practically jumping up and down. She passed him a matching hat like hers, except without the bow.

"Now, to figure out what's up with Louie," Webby said. She pulled down a corkboard set up like a conspiracy with pictures of Louie. "Wow, how did you make this so fast?" he asked. She gave him no answer and continued with her presentation. "So, this is what we know about Louie. At what time did you say he started his odd behavior?" Dewey thought for a minute. "Well, I guess he's been acting weird since we got home from the bakery," he said. "Hmm... the bakery you say? Maybe something happened there," Webby proposed. "Let's go!" she shouted, dragging Dewey behind her.

They ran out to the foyer, Dewey stumbling to keep up with her. They opened the door but found Louie walking back and forth on the steps outside. He was yelling at someone over the phone. Dewey and Webby stopped and watched him. "Oh yeah? Well, I hope you have a good day too! Goodbye!" Louie shouted angrily to the other end. He hung up and sighed. He mocked whoever he had been calling in a high pitched voice. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have a bank account under the name of Louie Duck! Uh! Some people, man!" he grumbled. He saw Dewey and Webby and jumped, a little surprised. "Oh, sorry, I thought I was alone," he said. Louie continued to stare at Webby, which made her a little uncomfortable.

"Are you sure you didn't do something new to your hair or clothes, or something?" Louie asked. Webby shook her head. "Louie, are you feeling alright?" Dewey asked. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" "Well, you've just been acting a little strange," Dewey explained. "What do you mean? You are the ones acting weird," Louie said. Webby stood in a fighting stance. "Are you an evil doppelganger!" she screamed, and was about to lunge on Louie until Dewey stopped her. "Not yet," he whispered to her.

Dewey walked towards his brother. "Look, maybe you're just tired. Why don't you go take one of those naps you enjoy so much," Dewey said. Louie nodded. "I have been working hard a lot lately," he said before going inside. When Dewey and Webby were alone, they looked at each other. "Yeah, if watching tv counts as work," Dewey said. Webby giggled. "Okay, now, to the bakery!" she cheered.

St. Canard...

Gosalyn and Honker walked home. She had an ice pack on a black eye she had gotten when the puck hit her in the face. "I don't think I've ever seen you lose that bad before," Honker said. "That's not even the worst part. The worst part is that we have to walk home with him," she said, pointing behind her to Tank. He was skipping along, chanting about his victory. And their loss. "Ha! I win!" "Yeah, we get it," Gosalyn mumbled. He shouted so their whole neighborhood could hear. "Gosalyn Mallard lost at hockey! That's right, the queen has been dethroned!" When they reached their houses, they turned to split. "If he keeps me up all night with his shouting, I'm going to lose it," Gosalyn complained. "You already did!" Tank sneered. "At least you don't live with him," Honker sighed. The brothers went to their house and Gosalyn went to hers.

She stepped inside and set down her bag. "Daddy! I'm home!" she called. She could hear the shower running and Drake's really bad singing. He was busy, but she would say hi to him later. She pulled her gear upstairs to her room and set it on her bed. She pulled out her homework from her school bag. Her teacher had graded it with a note. Wow, I can tell you've really improved. A+! She threw the pages back in her backpack. She heard the noise of something vibrating. Gosalyn looked up and grabbed her purple phone from her desk.

How was today?

Staring at the text, she sent:

Uneventful. I don't know how much longer I can keep up this act.

The screen blinked with three periods, showing whoever she was texting was typing.

Well, duh! You just ended your text with a period. No one does that

Gosalyn frowned at the text.

Sorry. What's the point of this anyway?

She waited for the response.

I want him dead

She thought about what to send next.

Yes, Negaduck.

Negaduck?

Lord Negaduck, sorry.

Bum bum bummmm! So who's the im-Gos-ster?

*Loud screech (Technical difficulties)

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