Webby and Gosalyn glared at each other. The two stood waiting for the other to strike. Like an old cow boy face off. And then, someone made their move.

Gosalyn swung for a kick at Webby. She jumped up to dodge it and rolled on the ground.

"Gosalyn, what's gotten into you!" Violet exclaimed from behind the couch.

Webby pulled out several rubber throwing stars and flung them at her opponent. Gosalyn smacked them away with her book. Standing on the back of the couch, Webby hand her hands on her hips. "Ha! Is that the best you've got!" she taunted.

Gosalyn took out her hockey stick and swung for Webby's legs.

The duckling in pink flung back onto the ground. She grabbed a nearby lamp to defend herself. The two started a sword fight with a hockey stick and a lamp.

"I admit, you are better than I am," Gosalyn started with a smirk.

"Then why are you smiling?" Webby questioned.

"Because I know something you do not know," Gosalyn said.

Violet rolled her eyes, knowing where the conversation was going. She had read that book ten times over and seen the movie even more times.

"And what is that?" Webby wondered. She pushed back against the red head.

Gosalyn shoved her away and switched hands with her hockey stick. "I am not left handed!" she declared.

The fight began to go Gosalyn's way. Violet threw a few books at her, but they were all paper back, so it didn't do much. "Webigail, watch out!" the hummingbird warned.

Gosalyn swept for Webby's legs and she fell.

Webby grinned. "There is something I must tell you," she said, Gosalyn pressing against her. Webby kicked her back and threw the lamp into her right hand. "I'm not left handed either!"

The hard clang of wood against metal rang in the room.

"Gosalyn! Why are you attacking us!" Violet asked.

Gosalyn stopped fighting and stood there. "Hmm. You know what? That's a good question," she said. The bookshelf the were standing on began to wobble.

"Uh-oh," Webby and Gosalyn said in unison. They could feel gravity pulling them down. Violet, who was on the ground, tried to run out of the way. The bookshelf toppled over, knocking all three girls unconscious. Violet was trapped under the bookcase.

The sun set behind the city of Duckberg. Dewey and Louie met back up with Della and Donald.

"Did you find him?" Louie asked. Della shook her head sadly. Dewey frowned and his eyes shot around their street corner.

"Maybe we should check back over at the marina," he said.

Donald stopped him before he could run off. "Dewey... It's getting late..." Donald drifted off.

Dewey looked up at him. "What are you saying?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Della intertwined her fingers together and looked down. "We'll start looking again tomorrow morning," she said.

Dewey's eyes started to water. "No! We have to find him before something horrible happens! We have to!" he cried.

Della knelt to his level and wiped off his tears. "Dewey, I want Huey back as much as you do, but we won't be able to find him in the dark," she said.

Donald watched them. He glanced at Louie. His eyes glinted with tears, but Donald knew Louie would never openly cry unless it really came to it. He had his hoodie pulled over his head.

Della pulled her boys into a hug. "Don't worry. We'll find him," she said solemnly.

Dewey's eyes wandered around, not wanting to make eye contact. He spotted a rat not too far. He squinted, trying to get a closer look. The rat had a red backpack that looked familiar to Dewey. His eyes widened. "Mom! That's Huey's backpack!" Dewey pointed.

They followed his gaze to the rat. Donald jumped up. "Hey you!" The rat looked up then ran off scared. Donald took off after him.

"After him! Kids, wait here!" Della then joined her twin in the chase.

Donald and Della slid around a few sidewalks in pursuit of the rat. They soon had him cornered.

Della pointed an accusing finger at him. "Where's my son!?" she demanded.

The rat tucked in his tail. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

Della's face turned red with anger. "The kid you stole that backpack from! Where is he!"

The rat smirked at her. "Relax, hottie, I don't have your kid," he said.

It was Donald's turn to yell at him. "Do not call my sister that! Now where is he!" he squawked. He thrust the rat against the wall.

"Look man. I don't know what happened to the kid. What are you, the police?" he said smugly.

"Oh, I'm going to make you wish the police were here to protect you if you don't tell us where he is," Della threatened. She had tears in her eyes.

The rat held up his hands defensively. "Look, he was just walking the streets, I chased him into an alley, stole his backpack, and ran. That's it! I don't know what happened afterward," he defended.

Della and Donald exchanged a look. "You're lying," Della said.

The rat shook his head, scared of another outburst.

"Huey wouldn't run away," she thought aloud. She turned to Donald. "Would he? No, he had to have been kidnapped," she added.

Donald bit his beak. "Do you think something might have been going on that we didn't know about?" he wondered.

The rat started squirming. "I don't know what kind of family drama you got going on, but if the chick wants, I'm happy to give her my number," he said. He raised his eyebrows in a flirtatious way, and Della reeled back to punch him.

Donald dropped the rat to the ground. "Just go," Donald said.

The rat scampered off, afraid of the twins.

"Donald, I don't want to loose him," Della said sadly.

Donald cupped her head in his hands. "Della, what if he was going through something and we just ignored him?" Donald said. Della closed her eyes tired. He pulled her in for a hug.

"It's alright. We'll find Huey," Donald comforted.

"Violet!" The hummingbird started to come to. Boyd pulled her out from underneath the bookshelf. "Violet, are you alright?" he asked.

Her eyes slowly opened. She blinked a few times. "Yes, I think so," she said.

Boyd helped her to her feet. "Where's Webby and Gosalyn?" he asked.

Violet's eyes shot around the room. "They're not here?" she questioned.

"Not when I got here," he said. She started to get worried.

"What happened?" he wondered.

It all started to come back to her. "Um... Gosalyn attacked us, for some reason. The fight led her and Webigail on top of the bookcase, and it fell over and trapped me underneath," she told. Boyd thought a minute. "Why would Gosalyn attack us?" she wondered.

Boyd held up a finger. "I might know why," he began. Violet turned to face him.

"I scanned her and she had some type of magic in her. After some researching, I figured out she was being effected by a relic called the Possession stone," he said.

"What does it do?" the hummingbird asked.

"It causes the person to become possessive of any random object. It's like a love potion but for things instead of people," he explained.

Violet put a finger to her beak. "That would explain it. She was being possessive of your guidebook. Is she going to be alright?" she wondered.

Boyd nodded. "Yes, the effects should wear off by sundown," he said. The two glanced out the window. The sky was darkened and glittering with stars.

"Where do you think they are?" she asked, a little worried.

"I don't know, but I hope they're safe." Using his extending arms, Boyd readjusted the shelf.

"We should go find them. First Hubert, and now Gosalyn and Webigail," Violet frowned.

Boyd set a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. With my thermal vision and your knowledge, we'll find them fast," he smiled. The two walked out of the room. Violet tripped on the carpet and bumped into Boyd. They tumbled on the ground and Boyd hit his head on the floor.

Suddenly, he began to glitch. She helped him up. His eye twitched a few times and he began saying an old recording.

"I'm fine, alright," his voice said. Only it wasn't his voice, but Huey's. Violet watched the robot boy strangely. "It doesn't take a robot to know something is in fact bugging you," Boyd continued, in his own voice.

"Boyd?" she questioned. She waved in front of his face, but he didn't respond. Instead he went on with the recording. It was as smooth as a recording could be, since he was a more advanced robot.

"After researching several sources, the best way to deal with your feelings is to talk about them," the robot said. "Well, maybe I don't want to talk about them," Huey said. "Why not?" Boyd asked curiously.

Violet thought a minute. Was this a conversation he had had with Huey? She listened closely, trying to find anything important they could use. "A robot like you wouldn't understand."

Violet was taken back. Her mouth was open as she thought about what could have been happening. "Huey, I do understand." Boyd went on. "No you don't!" Huey snapped.

"You have everything handed to you. You don't have to work for anything because you already know it all. Even the knowledge of your creation. But I work my hardest, hoping I'll be noticed by someone, but no one cares. No one cares because that's just Huey's nerd stuff. You had the truth about your past handed to you while I spent the first ten years of my life having no clue what happened to my mom. Or if she even cared."

Boyd's eye twitched again with sparks and the recording stopped. "What was that?" he asked, rubbing his head.

"It's sounded like an old conversation you had with Hubert," Violet suggested.

Boyd tweaked his beak confused. "I don't remember that," he said.

"We should go to Gyro. Maybe then we can hear the rest of the recording," Violet said.

Boyd nodded. "Let's go."

"Dr. Gearloose?" Boyd called, stepping into the lab with Violet. Manny was there on the phone. He stomped his hoof, his way of communicating. Boyd stepped up to the headless man-horse. He ended his phone call and looked down at the kids. Violet stood behind Boyd, a little freaked out from Manny's appearance.

"Manny, do you know where Dr. Gearloose is?" Boyd asked. Manny stomped a few times.

"What did he say?" Violet wondered.

"He said Dr. Gearloose is upstairs talking to Mr. McDuck about finding Huey," Boyd said. They thanked him and went back up the elevator. They quickly ran to Scrooge's office.

"Mr. McDuck! Dr. Gearloose!" Boyd greeted.

Scrooge pushed them away with his cane. "Not now, kids, we're trying to think of a way to find Huey," he said.

"But we might have found something! A clue to what happened to him, " Violet said.

The adults turned their attention to the kids. "What!"