Who is Julie McDuck?!

The Last Crash of the Sunchaser!

(Julie's POV)

The kids and Uncle Scrooge were talking about our adventure to Monacrow as I walked out of the mansion with Mrs. Beakley.

"Julie! Didn't think you'd be coming!" Webby exclaimed, running up to me and giving me a hug.

I snickered and patted her head. "Of course I'm coming! Adventure's in my blood! And besides," I whispered, jerking a thumb towards the mansion, "Kylee's starting to drive me a little crazy, trying to sneak on the plane when we go adventuring."

Just as I said this, Launchpad popped the trunk of the jeep open and pulled out Kylee, who looked very annoyed that he'd blown her cover.

"Hey!" she shouted, looking down angrily at Dewey. "You said you'd cover for me!"

"Sorry, little cuz," Dewey said, rubbing her hair. "Maybe next time."

She groaned and trudged inside defeatedly. I turned to Scrooge, who was talking with Mrs. Beakley.

"Six months ago, if yew had told me to take in a group of young'uns..." he started.

"I did," Mrs. Beakley said.

"Told you so," I coughed.

"I would've called ya daft. But I tell ya, I haven't felt this energized and vital in..." he looked to me, and I could tell he was thinking about Della.

"Well, a long time," he finished before running over to the rest of the kids and Launchpad. "Load up, everyone!"

Minutes later, we were all gathered in the jeep, and, after Launchpad drove us onto the plane, on our way to adventure.

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About five minutes into the flight and I was sitting up front with the adults. Mrs. Beakley seemed worried as she counted the number of safety violations on the plane.

"Aw, come on," Launchpad tried to reassure her. "Every time the Sunchaser goes down, she always gets right back up in the air!"

Mrs. Beakley turned to me. "'Every time'?"

I nodded. "Oooh, yeah. After a while, though, you get used to it."

"I allow the children to travel with you because I assume you're keeping them safe," Mrs. Beakley scolded Uncle Scrooge.

"Ack, jings!" he laughed. "Launchpad, give the old bird a tour of the old bird to show her there's nothing to worry about! I'll take the wheel stick...thingy?"

"Uhhh..." I started to protest. I've seen Uncle Scrooge try to fly a plane before.

News flash: it wasn't pretty.

Before I could say anything, Launchpad was taking Mrs. B on a tour of the plane and Uncle Scrooge was taking the yoke of the plane.

I sighed and buckled the seat belt around my chest tightly. "Well, I've lived a long and happy 16 years of life. I guess Huey can help me write my will."

Uncle Scrooge glared at me. "Not a word about last time."

In the time he was talking to me, a mountain peak appeared out of nowhere.

I screamed and Uncle Scrooge pulled up on the yoke as hard as he could. The thud shook the plane and I heard a scream from the belly of the plane. I unbuckled my seat belt and climbed down the ladder.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie were standing there with Webby, whistling nervously.

"You guys okay?" I asked.