Lights (Ducktales/Tangled)

Chapter 4: The Sun Festival

"Finally, I thought they'd never fall asleep!"

"Aunt Magica?" Huey yawned, "How did you find us?"

"I just followed the sounds of complete and utter betrayal and wound up here." Magica deadpanned, circling them like a vulture.

"Aunt Magica-" Huey tried to explain, before Magica cut him off and grabbed ahold of his wrist, as well as Lena's.

"We're going home, Huey." Magica said sternly, yanking on his wrist.

"But Aunt Magica," he pleaded, "I've been on this amazing journey, and I've made the most amazing friends...."

"I agree." Lena nodded, trying to pull away. "They think I'm cool, and they look up to me! I think they like me!"

"Like you?" Magica scoffed. "Please, Lena, that's demented! You two should know that they're only using you! These little friendships you two have created, it just proves that you're too naive to be here! Why would they like you, come on, really! Look at you, you think that they're impressed? Don't be dummies, come with Auntie! Auntie-"

"No!" Lena snapped, yanking her wrist away, Huey copying immediately after. Magica's face curled into distaste.

"Oh." She said flatly. "I see. Lena knows best, Lena's so mature now, such a clever grown up miss. Huey knows best, fine, if you're so sure, go ahead and give them this!"

Lena's eyes widened as their aunt held up the satchel. "How did you-"

"These are why they're here," Magica exclaimed, "don't let them deceive you! Go on, give it to them, see how fast they'll leave you! I won't say I told you so!"

"I will!" Huey exclaimed, grabbing the satchel and glancing over to where their companions slept. Louie was laying in a strange position, while Dewey clung to Webby as if she were a teddy bear.

"Huey knows best, so if they're so wonderful, go on and put them to the test!" Magica cried. "If they're lying, don't come crying! Auntie knows best!"

And with that, Magica was gone. Huey stared at the ruby encrusted crown in his hands, stunned. Behind him, he could hear Dewey yawn as he sat up. Huey quickly hid the crown in the satchel, which he put in a bush.

"Hey, I was wondering," Dewey spoke up, "if I hurt my hand, and you healed it, do you think I could get super strength? Because, I'm not gonna lie, that would be awesome."

"Oh," Huey blinked, distracted, "I...I don't think so. Lena?"

"No." Lena confirmed. Dewey sighed.

"Dang it," he lamented, "there goes that plan."

"Did you seriously plan on risking it?" Huey exclaimed, surprised.

"Risking it is my middle name." Dewey boasted.

"No it's not, it's Deuteronomy." Huey pointed out. Dewey facepalmed.

"Man, your worse than Webby." He groaned. "It's a figure of speech....hey, you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Huey smiled. "It's just...I found this flower that's in my guidebook. It's a Middlemist Camellia."

"I've never heard of that before." Dewey admitted. "You're very attached to that book, huh?"

"Yeah," Huey admitted, "before now, it was my only link to the outside world."

"Well, now you've got three more." Dewey grinned, throwing his arm around Huey's shoulders. "Louie told me that he knows this place in the village with AMAZING pancakes. We could stop there."