Who is Julie McDuck?!

The Secret(s) of Castle McDuck!

The boys, Webby, and I sat uncomfortably in our seats as Launchpad drove us through Scotland. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, as was the awkward silence.

"Remember kids, no sudden movements; no eye contact," Uncle Scrooge reminded us. "If you're cornered, the heartless heathens will give you no quarter."

"This does not sound like a fun trip," Louie commented.

"You're telling me," I remarked, leaning back in my seat. "He's making it sound like the first step we take out of this jeep is gonna be our last!"

"Misty moors, vague warnings, sneaking out behind Uncle Donald's back; can you please just tell us where we're going?!" Huey practically begged.

"The less you know, the better," our uncle replied. We gave each other worried looks before Huey and Louie slumped down in their seats.

After what felt like hours, Launchpad announced our arrival by crashing the jeep.

"Launchpad, hide the jeep in the moors," Scrooge instructed before turning to the boys, Webby, and I. "Every five years, the mists of Dismal Downs part enough to reveal the home of the Lost Treasure of the Knight's Templar. Brace yourselves, kids. Primordial menace lurks here; the most treacherous terror I've ever faced..."

He was interrupted by the front door opened and two ducks, a man and a woman, stepped out.

"Oi! Jettison that jalopy from my driveway this instant, you deadbeat!" the man said. It couldn't be...

Uncle Scrooge narrowed his eyes. "Daddy," he greeted with half-hearted enthusiasm. "Mummy."

The rest of us just stood there, our beaks open in shock. Uncle Scrooge's parents were alive?!

Scrooge sighed and trekked over to greet his parents.

"Scroogie!" Scrooge's mother exclaimed, rushing forward to greet her son. She crushed him in a hug, kissing him until she spotted the triplets and I.

"Oh, look at yer wee bairns! Finally I get to meet ya!" she said, quickly approaching the boys and I. I decided to be the polite one and give my great-grandmother a hug while Huey, Dewey, and Louie ran in different directions.

"Hi, I'm Julie," I gasped from her crushing hug. "It's nice to finally meet you."

When she FINALLY let go of me, she and her husband looked me up and down, then looked at each other.

"Matilda never told us she had a kid," my great-grandfather said, raising an eyebrow.

"You know my grandmother?!" I gasped. "Do you know a man named Samuel McDuck?"

"Oh, so Scroogie didn't tell you that your father is a disgrace to the McDuck name?!"

"Fergus!"

"Daddy!" Downy and Scrooge said simultaneously.

Scrooge approached his father with a scowl on his face. "Don't talk about her father that way."

"Oh, so don't tell her the truth, then? What about the fact that Samuel ran off to elope with a woman, and that her parents wanted nothing to do with her?!"

I held back my tears and noticed that Uncle Scrooge was about to blow his top.

"It's not worth it, Uncle Scrooge," I said, pulling on his sleeve. "Maybe I am just a mistake."

My uncle's gaze softened before he glared at his father and walked inside the castle. Downy put a gentle hand on my back. "Don't worry about him, dearie. Once he warms up to ya, he'll love you."