Six years passed and everyone was happy. Matilda had moved out and into her own place. She knew that Hortense and Quackmore needed privacy with their family and she needed privacy of her own. Blaire was a twelve year old girl and the twins were ten. The kids were truly growing up. Hortense couldn't help but feel upset about the kids growing so fast. She couldn't keep them as the little babies that depended on her and Quackmore for every little thing.
"I don't know about this Della. What if mom catches us?" Donald said. "Don't worry Donald, mom won't catch us," Della said. "What if dad grounds us?" he said. "Dad won't ground us," she said. The twins were setting up a firecracker under Quackmore's chair in the living room. Quackmore was due to come home soon from a long day of work.
Quackmore soon came home from work. Chip came running up to him barking. "Dad's home," Della said upon hearing the barking of the family dog. "Blaire, did you walk the dog?" Hortense called upstairs to Blaire. "I did mom," Blaire called back downstairs to Hortense. "Stop Chip. Go lay down," Quackmore said. Chip went to lay down on the floor by the couch. Quackmore went into the kitchen. "Hey," he said, wrapping his arms around Hortense. "Hi," she said. The kids came down the stairs. "Daddy," Della said. "Dad," Donald said. "Dad," Blaire said. "Hey you three," Quackmore said. He hugged the three children. "Dinner's almost ready," Hortense said. Quackmore washed up for dinner and everyone sat down around the table. After dinner when Quackmore sat down in his chair and when Blaire had just gone to walk the dog, the twins set off the firecracker that they had installed before dinner. It left Quackmore injured.
Hortense called an ambulance as Blaire came inside. "What happened?" Blaire asked as Hortense got off the phone. "Your brother and sister set off a firecracker under your father's chair and now I have to send you to live with your Uncle Scrooge," Hortense said. "Uncle who?" Blaire said. "Blaire, you remember your Uncle Scrooge, my brother. He got you Chip for your third birthday, remember?" Hortense said. "I remember Uncle Scrooge, but why do we have to go live with him? He's a boring old business man. He doesn't even like us anymore," Blaire said and ran upstairs to her room. The ambulance came and Hortense sent the twins upstairs with Chip. The twins went into their room with Chip and did their best to keep him quiet.
After Quackmore was taken to Duckburg Central Regional Hospital, Hortense went to talk to Blaire. Blaire was crying on her bed. "Blaire, I have to talk to you. Sit up for me," Hortense said. Blaire sat up. "Blaire, I have to send you to live with your Uncle Scrooge because I have to take care of your father because of how badly he's injured. Do you understand that?" Hortense said. "Yes," Blaire said. "I need someone to be able to care for you and I wish that I could send you to live with your Aunt Matilda but she doesn't have enough room in her apartment for you three and Chip," Hortense said. "Can Chip come with us?" Blaire asked. "Yes, he can. What are you without your dog? I'll drop you kids off at the Money Bin in two days," Hortense said. "Alright," Blaire said. "That's my girl," Hortense said. "I'm going to explain this to your brother and sister. Do you want to help me?" Hortense said. "Yes," Blaire said.
They went to explain to the twins that they were going to live with Scrooge until Quackmre was in a position to be able to care for his wife and kids. Hortense needed to care for Quackmore. She wanted to care for her husband and kids but it was just too much for her. She knew that Blaire could help but with school starting in a couple of months and Blaire going into middle school, it would be a lot for her to do homework and help Hortense with the twins. Scrooge could pay for things that the kids need for school. Blaire doesn't really ask for much. Duckworth was luckily not allergic to dogs, especially Pomeranians much like Chip.
