Boyd searched the building for one person he knew could help. Boyd wouldn't be able to get the whole family back by himself.

He stepped into a room that had been Glomgold's former office when they were working together with Dimes for Ducklings.

The walls were painted green and there was a large whiteboard on the back wall. The Glomgold signs had been taken down, but there were still light spots where they used to be. There was a long desk with a cushioned black office chair. And in that chair was an owl with brown curly hair. She wore a gray business suit and was staring down at her phone. She looked up when Boyd stepped in.

"Manny. Boyd. Lil' Bulb. What can I do for you?" Owlison asked in a polite manner. She was currently trying to become a billionaire like Scrooge, Glomgold, and Mark Beaks. Scrooge had let her use one of his offices to work in for a small fee. And she had agreed.
Boyd opened his mouth to speak, but no noise came out. Owlison raised an eyebrow. Boyd sighed and grabbed a white board marker. He wrote his words on the board. It looked neat and straight.

"The Ducks are alive," she read. She got out of her chair and stood next to him. "Really? That's great news! And all before we had a funeral. Which is great because we all remember what Glomgold did at Scrooge's fake one," she said.
Boyd looked at her puzzled, since he hadn't been there. She waved her hand. "Nevermind, it's a long story. Anyways, if they're alive, where are they?" she asked.

Boyd wrote more with the black marker.

"An island? So what do you want me to do? Which island?" she said. Boyd drew a helicopter. It was in neat detail since he was a robot.

Owlison's eyes widened. "Well, I haven't flown one in a long time, but I guess I can give it a shot," she said, smiling unsure of herself.
A warm expression crossed Boyd's face and they went up to the roof.

...

Stepping up to Funzo's, Gyro frowned. "Ugh, why did his beacon have to go off in such a terrible establishment?" he said to himself. He glanced down at his phone, double checking his coordinates.

"Well, if this is it," he sighed. He was about to walk in, but a sign on the door stopped him. It was printed on cheap paper and after the words it had a picture of the walrus himself. No place is finer, but all adults must be accompanied by a minor. Gyro rolled his eyes at the corny rhyme.

"Pst!" Gyro spun around at the voice. He looked around cautiously. He slipped his phone into his pocket, in case it was some sort of robbery. But it didn't seem anyone was there. He tensed, surveying the dock.

"Over here!" the voice called again. Gyro followed the direction of the voice and came to one of the dock carnies. He stood there, waiting. Suddenly, someone grabbed him, their hand clasped over his mouth. The chicken let out a scream, but it was muffled. The person held his hands behind his back to keep him from squirming.

"Chill out unless you want to get caught!" the person whisper shouted. They took their hand from his beak. Gyro stopped and looked to see who was there.

"Gandra," he said glaring at her. Gandra let go of him and he stumbled forward a bit. He dusted off his clothes and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Pleasure to see you again," she said, crossing her arms.

"Bup bup bah! The last time I saw you, you electrocuted me in the closet!" he said, shaking his hands.

"Can't you take a joke?" she smirked.

He stepped forward. "Straight to business, why are you here?" he asked.

"I pressed the beacon button on Fenton's suit. He's in trouble," she said.

Fixing his glasses, Gyro huffed. "How can I trust you? How do I know it's not a trap?" he said.

"Look, if I wanted to capture you, I would've already done it. I don't know what FOWL plans to do with them, but I know it's not good. And what's more, I know where red is," she said.

Gyro's face lightened up, but not enough to a smile. It was more of a not so angry frown. "The red nephew? What are they doing to him?" he asked.

"He's in a cell, but his mental health isn't so great," Gandra said.

Gyro nodded. "So how do you expect us to get in there?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm an agent. I can make it look like you're my prisoner, and then we get them out of there," she said, putting a hand on her hip.

"Of course your an agent. I knew you were trouble when I first saw you." He rolled his eyes and looked her up and down.

Gandra stomped her foot. "Yeah, yeah I get it. But right now we have to work on saving suit," she said. Then she put out her hand.

Gyro hesitated.

"What? Shake my hand," she said.

"And get zapped? I don't think so miss Dee," he grumbled.

"Just take my hand!" she said with a cold glare. Gyro gave in and shook.

...

Gizmo Duck came to on a hard cold floor. He blinked a few times, trying to remember what had happened. As he cracked his eyelids open, he was startled to see an egghead up in his face.
"Wake up!" the egghead snapped. The hero could smell the stench of alcohol in his breath. Gizmo Duck sat up, hitting his head on the back of the wall. He looked around, trying to decipher where he was.

It was dimly lit, with only a few cheap lights above them. The middle light flickered on and off rapidly. Against the wall were giant barrels on their sides. They were as tall as two eggheads at least and a spout came out of them. Other eggheads were in the room. In fact, a small crowd of them were gathered. Gizmo Duck raised an eyebrow. Is this a wine cellar?

Gizmo Duck realized that he was no longer in his gizmo armor. The only thing he still wore from it was the helmet. Next to him was Darkwing, still unconscious and rolled out on the floor. He was missing his hat and utility belt.

The egghead gave Darkwing a sharp kick in the rib. Darkwing woke up at that and rubbed his side. The egghead walked off and joined the other ones.

Darkwing rubbed his eyes tiredly. Then he looked around. When he saw Gizmo Duck without his armor, he let out a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Gizmo Duck asked.

"Without your big bulky armor, you're just a scrawny college student," Darkwing chuckled.
Gizmo Duck rolled his eyes. "I'll have you know, I am an adult," he said, crossing his arms.

"Sure, whatever kid," Darkwing said with a smile.

Gizmo Duck patted down his tan shirt he had been wearing underneath his armor. A thought came to him.

"Hey! How come they didn't just unmask us and figure out our identities?" he questioned.

Darkwing shrugged. "I don't think they would even know who we were if they did," he said. "If they wanted to, of course, I guess they could figure it out."

"Come on, let's get out of here while they're distracted," he said, glancing over to the crowd of eggheads. He looked around and found their exit. A few small steps led to the door of the cellar. Gizmo Duck stopped him.

"Wait. I have to get back my suit. Hours and hours of programming not mention it's expensive and possibly dangerous in the wrong hands," he said.

Darkwing nodded. A voice called them out.
"Hey boys! Missing something?" one of the eggheads teased. The heroes looked to see him dangling Darkwing's utility belt above his head. Another one next to him wore the Gizmo suit. The heroes exchanged a glance.

"If you want it back, you'll have to fight us for it!" another egghead shouted.

Darkwing put his hands on his hips. "No way! That's our property!" he said.

"You think they care?" Gizmo Duck said.

"Or you could go," the egghead said smirking.

"We can keep the stuff. We're always looking for new prizes for our games."

"Games?" Gizmo Duck questioned. The egghead nodded.

"I mean, look at how much fun Bob is having with it," the egghead said pointing. He gestured to one egghead using Darkwing's hat as a bowl and filling it up with wine from a barrel. Then he closed the tap and took a big gulp from the hat.

Darkwing's eyes widened and he stomped over to the egghead. He snatched his hat from him and dumped out the red drink. Darkwing frowned at the once purple hat stained red. "I'm never going to get this out!" he said.
The lead egghead took the hat back from Darkwing.

"So either you fight with us for our amusement, or you can leave and we keep your cool gadgets," he said. Darkwing glared at him.

Gizmo Duck considered the offer. He was mostly surprised that they would just let them go, but half of them looked drunk or like they couldn't care less. Gizmo Duck looked over to his suit. One egghead pressed a button on it, making a pie tin and a whip cream can come out. Then he took the can and squirted it all in his mouth. Gizmo Duck cringed at the thought of his suit with these people.

He took in a breath. "Alright, we'll do it," he said indignantly. He took another glance at the suit and found two eggheads using it to pop open a bottle. The juice inside left an ugly mark on the clean white paint. Not to mention a scratch from the metal bottle cap. Dr. Gearloose is going to kill me!

The egghead gave Gizmo Duck a playful punch in the arm. "That's the spirit!" he chuckled. Gizmo Duck glared at him and moved away from him. Meanwhile, Darkwing was trying to stop three eggheads from carelessly shooting his gas gun at each other.

...

Webby was alone. She walked around the mansion idly. It all felt so empty and there was an eerie silence. There was no one there but her, as both Violet and Gosalyn had gone back to their own houses. Webby didn't really know what to feel. She mostly felt empty. She stepped into the boys room. No one was there, but she still felt comfort in there.

She sat down on the carpet and laid in Child's Pose. She closed her eyes. All she wanted was someone to talk to. Someone to laugh with. Someone to get through this with. But everyone was gone, either dead or physically left her. She let out a depressed sigh. Then she started to talk to herself.

"Can't wait to see how we'll get out of this one," she spoke. She was quiet, hoping for an answer. But the silence only reminded her that no one was there but her. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. She started humming to fill the quiet void. She really just needed a friend. To her, it felt like the 2020 quarantine all over again, except worse. Drake had never come back, and Gyro hadn't updated them on Boyd.

Pulling out her phone, Webby glanced at the screen. She hoped that maybe someone had called her. She refreshed her texting app several times, eager for someone to talk to. Then for a bit she made faces at herself in the camera.

Her eyes widened when she realized what she was doing and she sat up. "Oh my gosh, is this what it was like for Della!?" she let out. She groaned, not really knowing what to do with herself. "I need some human interaction!" she whined.

She walked over to the triplets' toy chest and found what she was looking for. Dewey Dew-night cardboard cutouts of her family. She set them up against the wall along with the Louie lamp and the Huey robot. Then on another piece of cardboard, she scribbled out a Dewey and Della, since she didn't have either of them. She squinted at it and compared it to the others. Her art style didn't look like Dewey's, but it would do.

She smiled at them all. She took hold of the Louie lamp. "So, Louie, any interesting schemes you got planned?" she asked it.

She shook the lamp while making her best
Louie impression. "Oh yeah, today I'm going to go to Costco and get the free samples multiple times then sell them!"

Webby rolled her eyes. "That's our Louie," she remarked.

Then she took the Huey robot. "You know, Junior Woodchuck rule seven bajilion two thousand and forty three says to always have integrity," she gave a Huey voice.

"Oh come on, you know everybody always gets more than one sample from Costco. Dewey and Webby get like ten!" the Louie lamp said.

Webby put her hand on her heart like she was offended. "What? Me? I don't know what you're talking about!" she laughed nervously. Then she slowly pulled up the Dewey cutout behind her.

"Hey Webbs, I heard they have a new ice cream sample. You want to go get ten?" Dewey asked. Webby tensed.

"Aha! So it's true!" the Huey robot said.

Webby blushed. "Alright, you got me."

"Webigail Vanderquack!" the Beakly scolded.

"Sorry, granny," she said, smiling naughty.

Webby took the fake Scrooge and Dewey and made them interact. "It's not our fault! Scrooge won't ever buy us the good snacks!" Dewey whined.

"Curse me kilts! Bless me bagpipes! Those snacks are expensive!" Scrooge said. Webby giggled. Then she set down the Dewey and picked up Beakly.

"Might I add, that Webby of yours is an excellent prodigy! I am so proud to have her as an honorary niece!" Scrooge added. Beakly nodded.

"She could be the next Della Duck!" Della put in. Donald quacked in response.

Webby blushed. "Aw, you guys, stop it," she smiled.

"I like pickles!" Launchpad put in.

Webby hugged her "family". "You guys are the best!" she beamed. She frowned when she remembered they were fake. She sighed and set them all down. "Were the best," she sighed. She looked at the Beakly cutout. Rubbing her hand over it, she felt a single tear roll down her cheek.

The doorbell rang, making her jump up. "A person!" she shouted happily. She was real desperate for human interaction.

Opening the door, she found Gosalyn. "Gos!" she exclaimed, hugging her tight.

Gosalyn's eyes widened and, after a minute, she pulled away from the hug. "Why are you being so nice? I thought you were mad at me?" Gosalyn asked.

Webby took a step back. "Oh. Right," she said.
"Look, I'm sorry for what I did to Katie. Will you forgive me?" Gosalyn asked.

Webby leaned against the door frame and tried to look cool. "I mean, I guess I could." She blew her bangs out of her face, trying to add to her coolness.

Gosalyn smirked. "You couldn't hold a grudge if you tried, could you?" she said.

Webby crossed her arms. "I could! I just... choose not to," she smiled. She let out a chuckle and Gosalyn lightened up.

"For the reason I came over here. Have you seen my dad? He never came home yesterday and I was hoping he might be here," Gosalyn said.

Webby shook her head. "Do you think something happened to him?" she wondered.

Gosalyn looked down. "I sure hope not."

"Perhaps he just found a major clue to Hubert's whereabouts and didn't have time to tell us." Violet appeared behind Gosalyn, making the redhead jump.

"How long have you been here!" she yelped. Violet ignored her.

"I also have an apology to make. Though, of course, Katie's not here. I'm sorry for helping push her away too. I was just so mad at FOWL and took it out on her. I don't know what got into me. I'm sorry," Violet said.

Webby pulled both girls in a tight hug. "I forgive you guys. I just hope that Katie doesn't tell Bradford everything we know," she said. Violet nodded.