Who is Julie McDuck?!

Triple Threat

10 years later...

(Julie's POV)

Ten years. It'd been ten YEARS since Della got lost in that cosmic storm and a little less than ten years since I'd questioned my parentage for the first time.

I just turned 16 a few weeks ago and got my driver's license (and I'm pretty sure that I shaved off a good 10 years of Uncle Scrooge's life when I accidentally hit a curb). Even though I could legally drive now, I have a strange feeling that my great-uncle doesn't want me driving.

"Eyes on the road, McQuack! Curse me kilts, you're worse at driving than Julie is!"

Ok, NOW I know for sure. (Thanks for rubbing salt in the wound there, Uncle Scrooge).

I leaned back into my seat, figuring that Launchpad would ease up a bit on driving so recklessly. But, boy, was I wrong.

All of a sudden, I heard "Hit the brakes!" right before the limo screeched to a stop. I jolted forward and Uncle Scrooge fell out of his seat. But...why weren't we going through the gates?

I peeked out the window and saw a very familiar car parked in front of the limo.

DONALD'S car.

"Oi! Jettison that jalopy from my driveway this instant, ya deadbeat!" Uncle Scrooge yelled before Donald stepped out of his car.

I gazed in wonder as I saw my first cousin again, but it's when three little heads popped up in the back of Donald's car that I knew.

Those were my little cousins...What did Della want to name them, again? Jet, Turbo, and Rebel? I doubt that Donald KEPT those names.

I was shook out of my thoughts when I heard a little tap on the car's window. The triplet in red waved hello to me, and I hesitantly returned it. What had they heard about me?

Annnddd then I heard Donald and Uncle Scrooge begin to argue. Great reunion, everyone!

"Mrs. B said you'd watch the boys! Can you do that without losing them?"

"Of course I can!"

"Fantastic! Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome! Wait, what?"

"Launchpad, keep the car in park," I whispered. I opened the limo door and walked over to Uncle Scrooge's side, where Donald was introducing the triplets.

"Huey, Dewey, Louie, meet Scrooge McDuck. Remember: no tricks, no lies, no troub-"

He stopped mid-sentence when he caught sight of me and his eyes began to mist over.

"Hi, Donald," I said, waving to my first cousin. I turned to the triplets and nodded to the manor, to which they followed me and Scrooge to the mansion. My uncle opened the door for himself and then left the rest of us outside. I sighed and reopened the door for the triplets.

"Don't mind him; he's like this when you first get ta know him," I whispered, giving them a reassuring wink.

When we all sat down at the dining room table, I noticed the triplets were eyeing me. Scrooge kind of hid behind his newspaper when Mrs. Beakley pulled it down, telling him to talk to his nephews.

I had an idea. "Hey, guys, want to hear the story of your uncle Scrooge's GIRLFRIEND?"

An "OOOHH" sound rose from the boys and Scrooge's face turned bright red. He slammed the newspaper on the table and clapped a hand over my beak.

"There's no such thing!" he laughed nervously to the triplets before whispering to me, "I told you not to tell anyone about that!"

"It got you away from your newspaper, didn't it?"

Uncle Scrooge slowly turned to face Huey, Dewey, and Louie, who were watching him expectantly. "So...do children still like marbles, or...?"

And then the floodgates opened.

"Are you really our uncle?!"

"How old are you?!"

"What's your net worth?"

"Who's that girl?"

"You used to be a big deal; whatever happened to you?!"

That did it.

"JULIE! Take the lads to yer room."

"But-"

"NOW."

"Okay, guys, this way," I complied, leading the boys away from our uncle. My heart ached a bit when I caught a glimpse of tears in his eyes.

I herded the triplets into my room and closed the door behind me, sighing.

"So...are you Uncle Scrooge's housekeeper or something?" Louie asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"No, that's Mrs. Beakley's job," I replied. "I'm Scrooge's...uh." How could I tell them?

How do you tell someone that you're their cousin who's been kept away from you for the past decade?

That's when the vent popped open and a small girl with a pink bow appeared.

"Hi, Julie!"

Oh, I forgot that Webby could probably explain.