DuckTales Big Sister Au

Daytrip of Doom!

     My eyes gently fluttered open as I woke up. Instead of seeing my familiar ceiling in uncle Donald's house boat, I was greeted with a (f/c) colored caopy hanging above my bed. Confused, I quickly looked around, as the memories of yesterday came back to me. Ah, right, Pixiu and the whole Atlantis fiasco. A small smile creeped onto my face as I remembered uncle Donald allowed us to stay with uncle Scrooge, at least until the house boat was fixed.

A sudden rush of excitement flowed through my body and I quickly hopped out of bed, doing my best to quickly get dressed and ready for the day. I wonder what we're gonna do today? Maybe we'll go find the Lost Dutchman's Gold Mine? Or maybe discover the truth behind the Lochness Monster? Oh! Maybe we can have our first ever family bonding day!

As soon as I was finished putting my headband in my hair, I gave myself a quick look over in the full body mirror that was hanging on the door. With a curt nod, I opened my door. Not even one full step out of my room, and a DERF bullet whizzed right pass my face. A small gasp escaped my beak, and I quickly looked in the direction the bullet came from. Huey, who looked terrified, ran past, with Webby scarily close behind. As they turned the corner and headed towards the foyer, I hear Huey yell "Oh, my tailbone!"

With a small smile and head shake, I start to make my way towards the kitchen to get myself some breakfast. Before I can even make it down the stairs, I hear uncle Scrooge yell "House meeting!" in an angry voice. With a sigh, I head towards Scrooge. The first morning of being a family again, and we're already in trouble. How much worse could today get...

*Que Intro!*

The triplets, Donald, Webby and I sat around the dinin room table, happily mingling with each other. Standing next to something covered in a sheet was Mrs. Beakley, and after having made himself decent, uncle Scrooge as well. A loud whack made all of us at the table immediately stop talking and look at uncle Scrooge, who had hit his cane against the covered object. Noticing he had our attention, he started to talk.

"All right, time for some house rules." He said, looking angry. He quickly pulled the sheet, and underneath showed a chalkboard with HOUSE RULES written in chalk. Underneath, there were 2 rules: "#1 - MY space is MY space" and "#2 - Defer to Mrs. Beakley for all subsequent rules". Scrooge points to the first rule. "Rule one: my space is MY SPACE." He brings up his empty hand, and starts to count as he lists off places in the mansion. "My study, my sleeping quarters..." He gives a glare to Donald as he lists off the last room. "My washroom." He again points to the board, except this time he points to the second rule. "Rule two.." His expression changes from upset to calm. "Defer to Mrs. Beakley for all subsequent rules. I'm pleased to have ya here, as long as it in no way inconveniences me."

In a cheery voice, he says "Good day!" and turns around and walks out of the room. As he closes the door, we all give our attention to Mrs. Beakley. Without wasting anytime she starts to speak. "This may be Mr. McDuck's mansion. but it is MY house. So." With a quick flip, the chalkboard spins until Beakley stops it, showing the other side of the board. At the top, written in all caps is "MY HOUSE RULES", and underneath, taking up the entire board, is a huge list of rules, graphs, and charts. Dead center of the board is a cirlce, and in the circle reads "Rule 23: No one is above the rules. DONALD." I hold back a snicker seeing the circled writing, and thankfully it goes unnoticed by everyone.

"My house rules." Mrs. Beakley continues. "Exhaustive. Comprehensive. Where are you going?" She questions, as we all hear the sound of a chair being pushed away from the table, causing us to look over to the noise only to see Uncle Donald getting up and starting to walk away.

Donald holds up a dirty tank top undershirt, looking at Mrs. Beakley like it was obvious what he was doing. "I have unmentionables to wash." He says, gesturing to the undershirt. Mrs. Beakley sighs, a fed up expression written on her face. "Rule 58: If you need something, ask for permission first." Donald swings the shirt over his shoulder, and puts his other hand on his hip and gives a somewhat smug look at us. "Hear that kids? Ask permission."