3 years later
Louie slowly tiptoes inside McDuck Manor and quietly closes the door. Suddenly, the lights turned on and there was Uncle Donald.
"Where have you been?!" Donald yells.
"Nowhere! Just at a party..." Louie muttered. Donald sighed and pointed to the triplets bedroom. "Bed. Now."
"Yes, of course, and might I say that your PJs are very nice tonight?" Louie tries to flatter his Uncle but fails. "NOW." Donald said threw gritted teeth.
Louie ran into the room and closed the door. "Whoa, where have you been?" Huey asked, gesturing at Louie's glow in the dark glasses and wrist bands. "At a party. Nothing much." Louie replied. "Well, it must have been much." Dewey said from the top bunk. "Look, I'm really woozy after that waiter gave me a drink called all hall or something. I just want to go to sleep." Louie said frustrated. "All Hall? Do you mean Alcohol?! How much did you drink?!" Huey said, worried. Louie lifted up his finger, but then fell straight on his face. He was fast asleep. "What happened?" Dewey asked, now worried for his younger brother. "And what's Alcohol?"
Huey picked up Louie and laid him on his bed. "He's asleep. And something my Junior Woodchuck Guidebook said not to drink." Huey answered. "I'll tell Uncle Donald and Uncle Scrooge later. For now let's get some sleep.
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The Brother Pact
FanfictionHuey, Dewey and Louie all made a pact to never stop being best friends. But can they keep that promise? And can they fix it before it is to late?
