Shakespeare's Julius Caesar be like:

"What's your job?"

"A cobbler."

"No, but what do you do for a living?"

"Fix shoes."

"NO WHAT IS YOUR TRADE, YOU SAUCY FELLOW!"

I'm sorry, someone gave me a book of Shakespeare plays and now you all have been forced to suffer. But for real though, that's not even a joke, the play opens like that.

What'd y'all think of the DT finale? I liked it overall except for the plot twist and lack of evil Huey, but I guess you can't have it all.

Alrighty, here you go. Enjoy.

The ducks at the mansion were trying to think of a way to stop FOWL when there was a hard knock on the door.

Webby opened the door and gasped. "Gyro? Gandra! What is she doing here?" The duckling glared at the raven haired girl. All Webby's instincts told her to be on the offensive, but she resisted.

Gandra rose her hands defensively. "Hey now, kid, I'm on our side!"

Fenton moved to stand next to Webby. "I've heard that before..." He crossed his arms and frowned.

Gandra rolled her eyes. "I'm being serious Suit!"

"Despite how much I hate to admit it, she is telling the truth," Gyro said, pushing past the two and into the house.

"Where's Boyd?" Violet asked from the stair steps.

"Back safe at the lab," he said. He adjusted his glasses. "Miss Dee and I went to FOWL headquarters to save Gizmo Duck and his little friend, but when we got there, it seemed they had it taken care of."

"Oh, Dr. Gearloose, I didn't know you car-"

"Don't read too much into it." Gyro waved his hand. "Anyways, we did get one thing good from our little adventure."

"We figured out a little bit more of their plan." Gandra moved to the center of the room.

"Aren't you part of FOWL?" Gosalyn raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

"I'm a changed bird or whatever. Okay, listen." She started pacing the foyer. "Dr. Akita said he used to be on a team of 'visionaries'. They wanted to change the world. There were three of them. Akita, Isabella Finch, and some guy named Thaddeus Waddlemeyer." That earned a gasp from two of her audience. Webby and Gandra looked to Drake and Gosalyn.

"Do you know who that is?" Webby asked.

Drake nodded while Gosalyn looked down and rubbed her arm. "He was my grandpa. Does that mean... he worked for FOWL?" Webby was wondering the same thing.

"I don't think so. I think they were friends before FOWL was formed. The three of them worked together on some sort of machine. But Akita tried to use it for bad, so Finch and Waddlemeyer made a code to use it and they hid it in her journal. That's why they need it." Gandra looked determined. She took a deep breath. "Akita didn't mention what the machine did, but whatever it is can't be good. That's why we have to keep the journal safe."

Gyro turned to Gosalyn. "Maybe you could ask your grandfather for the code so we can be one step ahead of them."

She bit her lip. "Yeah, that's a no go. He's sorta... gone."

The room went silent. "I'm sorry..." Gandra smiled sadly. "It's probably best we don't know the code. The less we know, the less likely they can get information from us."

A question burned inside Webby. "Speaking of information, do you know where Huey is? Is he safe? W-what's FOWL doing to him?" She looked to Gandra, pleading with her eyes.

Gandra avoided eye contact. "Last I saw him... no, he's not okay. He took the death of his family really hard. He's like a completely different person. I- I'm sorry..."

Webby's heart sank. "What? I- I-" She was at a loss for words. Huey always seemed so optimistic, but now... He was probably feeling the same way she was, except worse. He didn't have anyone to comfort him. "Huey..."

Violet put her arm around her friend. "We'll get him back."

"You can't guarantee that though," Gyro pointed out. Everyone glared at him. "What! I'm just being realistic." He crossed his arms.

Webby frowned, her eyes starting to sting with tears. No matter how much she hoped, it was more realistic that none of this would turn out okay. She took in a deep breath. She still had to hope. That's what had happened to Huey. He had none.

She climbed to the top of the stairs and clapped her hands. She caught everyone's attention. "Alright everybody! Listen up!" Pacing, she nodded determinedly. "So, things aren't great right now! Huey is all alone at FOWL, and most of our friends and family are dead, and Boyd is on the fritz, and we don't know where the journal is, and Katie went back to her grandfather, and FOWL wants to do... something with the journal, and-"

"Ok, we get it, everything sucks right now. Get to the point," Gosalyn said, crossing her arms.

"Right, sorry." Webby rubbed her hands together. "But that doesn't mean we give up! Huey needs us! The world needs us, I think, FOWL's plan still isn't exactly clear. And it's what the Ducks would want us to do. So we're gonna think of a plan, storm FOWL, save Huey, do whatever else it takes, and win! And you know why?" Her voice started to crack at the end, but she forced a smile.

The rest of her friends smiled back.

"These ducks don't back down!"

"I'm a raven."

"Chicken."

"Hummingbird."

"Okay, well today you're ducks, or else the line is gonna be really long," Webby said, waving her hand.

Violet came to stand next to her. "So, got any ideas?"

"Nope, but I'll think of something," Webby said.

Gosalyn came up and put her arm around Webby. "We'll think of something."

Webby took both their hands. "Thanks."

Drake stood up. "Alright, now that the cute speech is over, we've got to actually come up with something. So I was thinking we could-" He was interrupted by the sharp ding from the doorbell. He jumped, startled. Fenton chuckled at him, which earned him a glare from Drake.

"Huh, and here we all thought we were lonely. Apparently not if all these people keep coming to the door." Violet ran and checked the peephole before gasping.

"Who is it?"

She opened the door as quickly as she could, speechless. Webby stepped down the stairs to see what the big deal was. She froze in the doorway. And tears started coming.

"Webby!"

"Granny..."

...

The Duke paced back and forth in the cage, his alter's voice in his head.

We need to get out of here.

Finally, something we agree on.

We can get out of here faster if you let me take the lead.

Nope. I've got a plan.

What do you mean?

Duke shook his head, blocking out Huey. He had a plan.

The door to the room opened, drawing Duke's attention. Black Heron walked in and sat down at a chair across from the boy. He snarled, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Huey. I have a few questions for you," she said smirking.

"It's the Duke, and I don't feel like answering them." He kept his eyes locked on her, directing all his hate on her.

"Ah, you named your little persona. Cute. What does it feel like? To be someone else?" Duke raised an eyebrow, wondering why she would be so interested in him.

"I don't know, just- What do you want!" Duke didn't care to waste time answering stupid questions. He just needed to get out of the room and out of this building. And maybe tear apart anyone who got in his way. Duke had never had as much freedom before now.

"Fine." She crossed her legs and folded her hands on her lap. "Bradford would rather me get down to business anyways. We just want to know where the journal is and any other secrets your family has. And remember, that truth serum is still in effect," she added in a singsong tone.

There was something about her voice that just made Duke want to burn this place to the ground.

...

Huey kicked at the bars of his mind. "Duke! Let me out!"

"No! I'm in control and I don't need you!" Duke growled at Huey, teeth bared. He went quiet a minute. "Where's that book?"

"What?"

"Just tell me where that stupid book is!" Duke clenched his fists.

Huey looked him over. Then it clicked in his head. "So, you do need me. Well, I'm not telling." He crossed his arms and turned away.

Duke growled and stepped closer. "Come on! Just tell me! If we're going to get out of here, we have to tell her, and if you're not going to do it, I will!"

Huey smirked. "No you can't. Not without me. So let me out, and I can help in a way that doesn't involve giving away precious information."

Duke threw his hands up frustrated. "You are so exhaustive!" He rubbed his forehead. "If you tell me... I will let you out. But I'm the one in control. You're too weak to survive out there."

Huey shook his head, gripping the bars. "No, Scrooge trusted us with that information, and I intend to keep his trust, even if he is..."

"Gone. Just say it, you coward." Duke narrowed his eyes at his counterpart.

Huey sighed. "Yes, alright. I can think of a better plan than this."

Duke rolled his eyes. "No, you can't. Tell me." Duke snapped his fingers, and the bars closed even tighter around the oldest triplet.

"You're hurting me," Huey cried, pressing up against the bars. They continued closing in.

"Then tell me!"

"No!"

"Huey!"

"No! Stop!"

"I'm warning you!" Duke gritted his teeth, encroachment on his alternate's space. "I can wipe you out completely, and all that'll be left is pure, blind rage!"

The bars were crushing Huey now. He gasped for breath, trying to squeeze free. He shut his eyes tight, bracing himself.

"It's built into our bed frame, alright!" The space opened, allowing Huey more room. He fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. "You... you can't tell her."

Duke frowned. "I know what I'm doing."

"No, you don't, you're being blinded by your anger." Huey wiped his beak, breathing heavily. The soft sound of waves was accompanied by a loud thunder. "You can't."

Duke snarled, his pupils slit like a cat's. "I know what I'm doing."

...

Duke gripped the bars of his cage. "If I tell you, you'll let me go?"

"Tell me where Finch's journal is, and then we'll talk about your freedom." Black Heron stared at the back of her metal hand, a smile on her face. She glanced at the boy.

He bit his beak, thinking it over. Then he stared her dead in the eyes. "It's in my room, hidden in the top bunk bed frame."

Black Heron grinned, standing up. "Well, you certainly are much more cooperative than your other half."

"Now let me go."

"No, I don't think I will, I still have a few studies I want to do." She stepped towards the cage.

Duke growled and tried to scratch at her, but she was just past arms reach. "I'm not doing anything else for you! Let me go, or else!"

"Or else what? You're the one stuck, remember?" She pat the top of the cage.

He breathed heavily, clenching his fists. He rammed at the side of the cage with a large rattle. Black Heron jumped back. Duke snarled, baring his teeth. "Let me out! I'm going to kill you!"

"Well, that makes me want to let you free," she said sarcastically.

"I hate you! I'm going to kill you and enjoy it!" He kept ramming himself into the cage and trying to claw at her.

Black Heron clicked her tongue. "I'm sure you would. Too bad you'll never get the chance."

One more ram, and Duke managed to knock the cage over. It landed on his arm, pinching it in an awkward position. He let out a scream in pain. He tried to wiggle his arm free unsuccessfully, now only in more pain.

Black Heron knelt down to his level just out of reach. "So, now that we have the information we wanted, we're going to steal the journal, get rid of anyone else who was left that you cared about, and lock you in another containment cell. Not Cell 25 of course, we can't get through the door after you locked poor Katie in there. But a different, similar one. So, how does that sound?"

Duke just glared at her, foaming at the mouth and snarling. His arms felt like fire, but he tried not to show it. He couldn't show weakness. That's what Huey would do. This was the Duke.

Black Heron stood back to her full height and left the room, leaving the Duke, in pain and full of rage. And regret.

Thanks for reading and the support! Enjoy!