(Possiverse)

Beakly was stressed but she kept a cool head about it. Last night, neither her granddaughter or Dewey came home. But she had to keep calm to keep the two children and one man-child calm. She had called the police to start an investigation.

While Beakly spoke with officer Cabrera, Launchpad, Huey and Louie talked. Well, Huey and Louie were talking. Launchpad was hyperventilating. "Dewey! Missing!" Launchpad let out. Huey tried to calm him, a way of coping with his own fear. "It'll be alright. We'll find them, I hope." Huey hid that last part with a cough. "Poor Dewey and Webby! They must be so scared!" Louie worried. Huey shot a look at him. "Dewey and Webby? No way. They're brave. I have faith in them," Huey said. He glanced at the officers inspecting his home with sad eyes. They just had to find them. They had to.

In St. Canard...

"Gosalyn! Hurry up! You've been in the bathroom for, like, 30 minutes! What are you even doing in there?" Drake marched up the stairs and knocked on the bathroom door. "Just a second!" Gosalyn called through the door. Drake tapped his foot on the ground and glanced at his watch. Rolling his eyes he opened the door. "Gos, what are you doing?" he asked annoyed. The scene surprised him. She was standing on a stool with her hair down, over the sink and examining herself in the mirror. She had a strand of her orange hair in a straightener. "Are you straightening your hair?" Drake gasped. She jumped at the sound of his voice. Her eyes nervously darted between the straightener in her hand and her dad.

"Uh..." she said at a loss for words. Drake was astonished at her hair, half of it insanely curly and the other half straight like how it usually was. She soon found what to say. "You don't know everything about me! My hair is naturally curly," she defended. Her raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"Since when?"

"Since forever!"

"Pft! Yeah, right. What's going on?"

Gosalyn bit her lip. "Nothing! I'm just straightening my hair! Isn't that what girls do?" she said. Drake smirked at her, weirded out and stepped out of the bathroom. She let out a thankful sigh.

In Duckberg...

Huey and Louie got together and made a list of suspects. "Who would want to kidnap Dewey and Webby?" Louie began. "Well, we don't know that they were kidnapped. We just know they're missing, but if they were kidnapped, who would do it?" Huey said. He set up a chalkboard with the underlined word, suspects. Louie and Huey thought a minute. "What about the beagle boys? They're always trying to kidnap us," Huey suggested. He wrote the name on the board. Louie shook his head and stood up. Taking the chalk from his brother, he scribbled out the name.

"Why not?" Huey questioned. "The beagle boys? You mean the charity that gives soup to the homeless folk? I doubt they're the kidnappers," Louie said. "Are we talking about the same beagle boys?" Huey questioned. "Tsk, tsk, poor naive Hubert. Not the sharpest knife in the drawer," Louie said and pat Huey's head.

Huey pulled away from him. "Quit it! Quit whatever this act is!" he snapped.

Louie was taken back. "What do you mean?"

"You're not being yourself! You keep acting like I'm stupid and Launchpad is a jerk! How does this play into whatever con you have?"

"I would never pull a con! I am an honest duck! And I can honestly tell you, I don't know what you're talking about!"

The two boys glared at each other. "You keep going on and on about some stupid Bready! Who the heck is Bready! And you keep putting on this act," Huey said. He began to taunt the boy in green. "'I'm Louie Duck, I'm the most hardworking person in the family! Oh, Huey, where's Bready? Oh, Dewey must be so scared,'" he teased. "That's not even how I sound!" Louie exclaimed.

The two boys locked eyes. Louie jumped at Huey and the two began wrestling on the ground. It was kind of a petty fight since neither one of them were brave enough to try and land a hit. They were just lightly smacking each other.

Louie pinned Huey to the ground, causing his hat along with his JWG to fall off. Louie got distracted by the book. Huey went on wrestling his brother off of him, but Louie stopped. Huey shoved Louie over and was just about to tackle him. "Wait, stop!" Louie said. Huey hesitated. "I think I just solved the answer to our confusion!" Louie bsmiled, suddenly changing the mood. He grabbed Huey's book which was open to a page. Handing it to Huey, he said, "Read this!"

The triplet in red scanned the page, mumbling the words to himself. "Negaverse and Possiverse?" he questioned. Louie nodded. "You're saying you think your Louie's opposite from a different dimension?" Louie nodded again.

Huey burst into laughter. "That's ridiculous! That's as crazy as a giant mutant krill or a giant snake circling the earth or..." Huey stopped laughing. "Okay, maybe that's not as crazy as I thought," he said. Louie rolled his eyes. Huey thought a minute. "Well, that would explain why I think you're not being yourself and you think I'm acting weird too," he said.

"So where do you think your Louie is?" Louie asked. Huey's eyes widened at this realization. "Oh my gosh! Both of my brothers and best friend are missing!" he cried. Louie tried to calm him down. The boy in red breathed in and out quickly.

Beakly poked her head in their room. "What's going on in here? I thought I heard noises up here," she said. "Nothing, Mrs..." Louie drifted off in his sentence, but Beakly didn't seem to notice. "I'm talking with the authorities on finding the kids so keep it down," she reminded before going back downstairs. "What's her name?" Louie asked Huey. He rolled his eyes. "Mrs. Beakly, but you, or Louie likes to call her Mrs. B. Don't you have one in your universe?" he asked.

Louie shook his head. "Nope." Huey just looked down. "We have to find my brothers and Webby," he said. Louie glanced around the room awkwardly. "Don't worry, we'll find them. I have to find a way to get back to my dimension too." Louie set a hand one his shoulder and smiled at him with kind eyes.

"I promise as the oldest triplet that I-"

"I'm the oldest," Huey corrected.

"Yeah, maybe in this universe, but I'm sure I'm still older," Louie said.

"I don't think so."

"Oh yeah? How much older are you than Dewey?"

They answered in unison. "3 seconds!" They glared at each other. "What second were you born?" "April 15, 12:32 a.m., and 5 seconds!" they said together. They just glowered harder.

A few hours later in St. Canard...

"What did you get for problem 5?" Gosalyn asked Honker. They were sitting at the Mallard dinning room table studying their homework. "23," he said. She smiled. "Me too!" Drake was washing the dishes at the sink nearby. "Problem 6?" she wondered. "97 and three quarters," he replied. She gave him a thumbs up, signalling that she had the same answer.

"Wow, Gos. I'm impressed! You've been studying hard lately," Drake commented. "Thanks! Okay, Honker. Time for the speed round," she said turning to her best friend. She collected a handful of math flashcards and shuffled them. "Ready? Go!"

"13 times 14!"

"182!"

"15 times 12!"

"180!"

"16 times 16!"

"256!"

Gosalyn and Honker drilled through the deck then Honker read the cards for her. When they tallied them up, Honker was shocked at the results. "Gosalyn, you got ten more cards right than me," he said. Drake and Gosalyn said in unison, "What!" Honker nodded. She grabbed the paper they had kept track on. She scanned it over. "No way. You must have miscounted," she said. She started to laugh nervously. "I don't think so," he said, cleaning his glasses. Her mouth felt dry and she blinked rapidly. She spilt her cup of water on the page. The pen ink grew blurry. "Oops! Guess we'll never know. I'm sure you just miscounted," she covered.

"Gosalyn!" Drake said, cleaning up the table. He used a towel to soak up the watery mess. She shrugged, smiling awkwardly. A ding rang throughout the room. Gosalyn glanced down at her phone. "Hang on, someone's texting me," she said. She got up from her seat and went to a different room.

Drake finished drying up the table. "That was weird. It looked like she spilt that water on purpose," Honker commented. "That's not the only weird thing," Drake added. Honker looked up at him. "Why do you say that?" he asked. Drake set his hands on his hips and watched the door where Gosalyn had left. "Oh, I don't know. I guess just something's up with her," he said.

He glanced back down to Honker. "Did you know she bought a book on how to play hockey?" he said. "But she's the best hockey player in our league. Well, except for the other day," Honker reminisced. "What happened the other day?" Drake asked. "We lost negative 5 to seven." "How did you get negative 5?" Drake questioned. Honker ignored him. "Maybe she is acting a little strange," the boy with glasses said. "Not to mention the fact that I caught her straightening her hair this morning and she keeps calling me daddy," Drake added.

...

Gosalyn was up in her room. Another text from Negaduck. She would normally be annoyed but she was thankful to have an excuse to leave the room.

Did you do it?

Do what?

Kill him! Did you kill him!

No, not yet.

I'M NOT GOING TO WAIT AROUND FOREVER!

Gosalyn sighed. Back to work, she thought.

Somewhere else unknown...

Webby came to in a dark room. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the light. Her body felt sore and her head hurt. At first she heard a ringing in her ear, but after a moment she realized she wasn't imagining it. Instead, the noise was the sound of someone playing a harmonica. She rubbed her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was in a concrete room with iron bars blocking her exit.

Weakly, Webby attempted to stand up. Her lips felt dry and she was dirty. When she could finally stand, she walked to the edge of the cell. She strokes the cold iron bars with her fingers.

A hard banging made her jump. The harmonica suddenly stopped. "Quit that racket, brat!" she heard someone shout. "Well, excuse me for enjoying my time as a prisoner!" Webby heard another girl talk back. Webby was silent and didn't dare breathe. The sound of a door slamming shut and after a few minutes, the harmonica started up again.

"Who's there?" Webby ventured. The music stopped again. "You can call me the queen of the beasts," the girl responded. Webby couldn't actually see who she was talking to, but she sounded to the left of her. "Nah, just kidding," the girl laughed. Webby gave a small smile. At least she had a little bit of company. "Well then you can call me the empress of the underworld!" Webby joked. She earned a laugh from the other person.

"Well, 'Empress of the underworld', how are you enjoying Lé hotel prison resort?"

"It's not great. It's dark, and well..." Webby choked on her words.

"What?"

"I'm just the tiniest bit afraid of the dark," Webby finished.

The other girl chuckled. "It's not so bad after a while. I've got a harmonica to keep me entertained," she said. "What about that other guy?" Webby wondered. "Eh, he can't take it from me. He knows I'm a force to be reckoned with," the girl said. Webby allowed herself a smile.

"Do you know how long I've been in here?" Webby asked. "I don't know, a year maybe?" "A year!?" Webby gasped. "Or a day. I've kind of lost track by now," the girl said. Webby let out a breath.