Hey guys! This is a story I pulled from my account on Fanfiction.Net, but on there the chapters are shorter. These ones are a combination of multiple chapters I had written on Fanfiction. Hope you guys enjoy! :)

Bradford Buzzard stared at the monitor. The footage their robotic mosquito had uncovered proved almost useless. The only thing it seemed that F.O.W.L. had gained from it was the knowledge of the McDucks finding the journal. Bradford was determined to find something they could use in the footage. Nothing but the family getting caught in lightning rain, the hummingbird winning the badge.

There was one part he found strange in the video. The red nephew talked to himself a few times. He would even get mad and reason with himself. "I know!" he shouted to himself. "Ah! Why are you on fire!" the duckling asked to the air while crossing a makeshift rope bridge. The boy seemed to be having some type of moral breakdown. As Bradford rewatched the video for the fifth time, he realized something. The nephew was trying to reason with himself and justify his wrong doings, just to get something as simple as a embroidered badge.

Bradford thought for a minute. He could use that. If this kid was willing to throw out his moral code if he wanted something bad enough, Bradford could easily find a way to turn the boy against his family. He could break clan McDuck from the inside out...

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Huey shook the dice in his hands. "Come on, give me doubles!" he said. He rolled the dice on to the board. Two sixes. Huey jumped in his seat and cheered. He moved his piece the appropriate amount of spaces on the board. "Top that!" he sneered to Gosalyn.

"I will, thank you," the red headed duckling said. She picked up the dice.

The robot boy sitting next to her was confused. "But that would be impossible. He got two sixes, which is the highest amount you can get," Boyd said.

"Yes, that's true. How do you expect to get more than Hubert?" Violet asked.

Gosalyn rolled her dice. A five and a six. "Aw, man," she drooped.

"Ha!" Huey smiled. Gosalyn moved her piece eleven spaces.

"Why are you upset? If you had gotten one more you would have gotten in jail," Violet said.

"Huey, are you trying to get Gosalyn's competitive spirit up so she'll try to land on the bad spaces?" Boyd asked Huey in a whisper, not wanting Gosalyn to hear.

Huey leaned back in his seat. "Maybe."

The four of them continued with their board game until Boyd won. "It makes sense that Boyd would win since he's a robot and could calculate the best moves to play," Violet said.

"I just went easy on you guys, that's all," Gosalyn said.

They heard a knock at Huey's bedroom door. "Come in!" he called.

Della walked into the room. "Hey, kids! How's study group coming along?" she asked.

"We took a break to play a board game, but we just finished so we'll get back to it," Violet replied.

Della left and the kids began to clean up their game. "Okay, back to studying," Huey said once they were done. He pulled some textbooks out of his backpack and set them on their small fold up table.

"Man, I hate studying. My dad only made me come to study group because he thought my grades were slacking," Gosalyn commented.

"I don't need to study because I already kind of know anything that's on the internet, but I came because I thought it would be fun to hang out with you guys," Boyd said.

"Yeah, we invited more people, but nobody else showed up," said Huey, a bit disappointed.

"That was a waste of ten pieces of printer paper for the sign up sheet. Us four are the only ones that came," Violet added.

"Didn't Webby sign up too?" Boyd asked.

Violet nodded. "But being the easily excitable girl she is, she probably forgot, even though we are doing it in her own house."

A burst of confetti came from all around them. Webby jumped down from the ceiling. "Wrong! I would never forget to attend something to support you! I've been hiding so I could surprise you! SURPRISE!" she shouted.

She honked an air horn in Gosalyn's ear. The duckling certainly was startled. She nearly jumped out of her seat.

Later in the afternoon, Huey and Webby waved their friends goodbye.

"Kids! I've got an adventure for ye!" Scrooge shouted when Huey and Webby came back in.

Dewey slid across the carpet of the foyer. "What kind of adventure?" he asked eagerly.

Louie came in behind him, staring down at his phone. "I bet it's a dangerous one," he said without looking up.

"You mean with booby traps!" Dewey smiled.

"Yep," his green brother answered, still not even bothered to look at him.

"And puzzles?!" Webby wondered.

"Sure, why not," Louie said distracted on his phone.

Dewey and Webby took each others hands and jumped back and forth. "Wooh-hoo!!" the two of them shouted in unison.

As no surprise to the kids, they were going to a temple. And as no surprise to anyone, they got there with a crash. While Scrooge yelled at Launchpad for almost getting them killed, the kids took a look around.

The temple was tall and was built like a ziggurat. There was a door on each floor and the entrance opened up like a dragon's mouth. Gems were used as eyes in the sandy sculpture. Dewey was already inside before anyone could stop him. Webby followed after him quickly while Huey tried to catch up. Louie trailed behind, knowing his life was probably on the line whenever he went on adventure.

Once inside, the four kids slowed their pace, not wanting to trigger any traps. Dewey pretty much touched everything.

Huey grabbed him before he could touch a tile on the wall. "What are you doing! Trying to get us killed?" he reprimanded his younger brother.

"Just getting a lay of the terrain," Dewey said. He pulled away from Huey. He ran up ahead of him and ran his hand across the wall. Huey chased after him. He stood in front of Dewey.

"Stop it! If Scrooge was in here, he would tell you the same thing," Huey said.

Dewey glared at him. "That's because you two are boring, party pooping nerds! I don't need you to micromanage me all the time," Dewey said.

Huey stood his ground and pretended the insult didn't hurt. "Come on. All I'm asking you to do is stop touching everything. Besides traps, there's germs! You don't know how many people have touched that wall," he countered.

Dewey rolled his eyes at Huey. "Dude, it's a lost forbidden temple. I doubt many people touched the wall," Dewey said. He shoved past his brother and continued to venture through the temple. Huey grumbled and sucked up his pride. He went along with the others.

"Hey, what's this button do!" Huey heard Dewey shout. Huey was about to yell at him not to touch it, but the floor fell out from under him.

"Huey!" he heard his friends scream. Huey tumbled down, terrified for his life. He yelled all the way down.

Huey fell into a rushing stream of water. He was smacked against rocks and earth. He choked on the hard water and his lungs burned. He tried to stop screaming long enough to catch his breath. He was repeatedly dunked under water. Huey needed oxygen but couldn't get any. Despite needed air, he continued to scream for help. But deep down he knew no one could hear him.

Huey felt himself passing out. Stay awake! Stay awake! he thought. But it's so hard. If I could just close my eyes for a second... No! Keep going! You'll drown! Don't give in!

The violent waves smacked him across the stones of the temple. He couldn't give up. He was going to be a scientist, a teacher, someone who left an impact on the world. If he died now, that would never happen. Again, the water shoved him against the rocks. He grabbed onto the ledge and held on for dear life.

The stream tried to yank him away from his only chance of safety. Huey refused to let go so easily. He heaved and attempted to climb on to the rock. The wetness made him slip. He thought it was all over, but he caught himself before the water could sweep him away. He pulled himself up harder. To his relief, he was able to hoist himself onto the rock and out of the stream.

Huey crawled on his hands and knees. He choked up water. Tears formed in his eyes from lack of breath. He beat his chest, clearing his lungs of all water. After wheezing out the last bit of liquid, he flopped down onto his back. He breathed heavily, exhausted. His arms were sore and his throat and lungs ached.

He laid there for a while, conserving his energy. He closed his eyes tight and took in deep breaths. When he could finally speak, he said, "Dewey! You idiot!" He tried to calm himself down. But that just made him freak out more. "You don't need to read the junior woodchuck guide book to know not to press random buttons in a cursed temple!" He threw his arm over his eyes, tired.

The sound of the rushing stream hit his ears. A small fly flew into the weak boy's face. He swatted it away, already annoyed. "If I ever get out of here, Dewey is going to get it!" he flared. The bug zoomed into his face again. He smacked it away. He stood up, a bit unsteady at first, still disoriented from almost drowning. "Now, to the problem of actually getting out of here."

Well, that's all for now. Thank you for reading and thanks for... whatever you do on Wattpad to show your support. I'm kind of new to this, so give me some grace. Till next time!