Lights (Ducktales/Tangled)

Chapter 3: Dreams, Secrets & Bonding

"You guys hungry?" Lena asked. "it's almost lunch."

"Hungry is an understatement," Dewey declared, "I'm starving!"

"I know a place." The teenager revealed. "I haven't been there in years - ten, actually - but it's got good food and entertainment!"

"Is it safe?" Huey asked cautiously.

"I'd never put you in danger." Lena said honestly. "I think it's around here somewhere...aha! Here it is! House of Mouse!"

Huey noticed Louie visibly freeze, as if panicking- which he probably was.

"Actually," He said, "I'm really not that hungry, so-"

"What, afraid of mice?" Dewey teased.

"Wha- No! I'm just not hungry!" Louie defended.

"It'll only take a few minutes, then we'll be back on track." Lena assured, walking ahead as the younger kids followed behind.

Opening the door, Huey was astonished to see so many people in one place. It seemed that Webby and Dewey shared his awe, but Louie seemed uncomfortable. The green wearing duck grabbed onto Lena's shirt, until he tripped over a group of bunny children ranging from four to their age playing tag.

"Hey watch where you're go...oh no." Louie paled. Huey followed his companion's gaze, and realized something. Aside from the multitude of bunny children, the rabbit at the counter and the cat playing piano, the room was filled with beagles.

"Why didn't you say that the Beagle Boys would be here?!" Louie stage whispered, even more nervous than before.

"I didn't know, ok?!" Lena replied.

"You know the Beagle Boys?" Webby asked curiously.

"Let's just say we have a history." The boy admitted, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Them?" Huey pointed to a group of beagles in sweatervests and bow ties.

"They don't like me." Louie sighed.

"Them?" A group of rather creepy beagles dressed in clown costumes.

"They don't like me."

"Them?" A group of beagles dressed in a French style.

"They don't like me."

"What about him?" A single beagle with gray fur, drinking something in the corner as more bunny children climbed over him.

"Let's just assume every beagle here doesn't like me." Louie stated weakly.

"Just stay over here, and don't talk to anyone." Lena instructed, walking over to the counter.

"Your finest table, please." She asked, leaning on the counter.

"They are literally all the same table." The rabbit pointed out. Lena groaned.

"You know what I mean." She exclaimed. "Can me and my friends please have a table?"

"I'd usually say yes," the rabbit replied, "but none of these guys have left all day!"

Lena was quiet a moment. "Maybe get rid of the kids! They seem to be all over the place, I'd hate to meet who raised them."

"That would be me." The rabbit sighed. "I thought that my brother and his wife taking the weekend off to the village would mean I'd get a break. I hate to burden my Ortensia with them - but at least she's taking a piano break. Not to say I don't love my children - they're all named after me!"

"Even the girls?"

"Especially the girls!"

The conversation continued, though Huey couldn't hear what they were saying when a shadow loomed over them.