Lights (Ducktales/Tangled)

Epilogue

Dreams are great to have.

Dewey wanted his brothers back, that was his dream.

"Good morning, guys." Dewey yawned. It had been three months since his birthday, since everything changed.

As promised, Donald, Huey and Louie joined him in the castle. They had gotten their bunk bed, and Dewey loved being so close to his brothers after years apart.

"Good morning." Huey greeted. He sat on the top bunk, reading a book. Dewey frowned.

"Did you sleep last night?" He asked, looking up at his older brother. Huey laughed.

"Hypocrite," he pointed out, "I know about that 'talk show' you made. Webby told me."

"So this is what betrayal feels like." Dewey lamented, clutching his chest.

Louie always wanted to be rich, experience the finer things in life. That was his dream.

"Can you guys keep it down?" He whined, tossing onto his side. "I'm trying to sleep."

"Bold talk for someone who snores." Huey remarked. "And it's 7:30, you have to wake up sometime."

"No, no I don't." Louie defended. "I could sleep a whole day."

"Louie, that's a coma." His oldest brother pointed out.

"Cool." He shrugged.

"Fine then!" Dewey smirked. "I'll just tell Mrs. B to give me your breakfast!"

The blue wearing triplet laughed triumphantly, dashing out the door. Louie threw his blanket off, jumping to his feet.

"No!" He called. "You little- DEWFORD!"

Webby wanted adventure. That was her dream.

Webby laughed at the antics of her adoptive brothers as they ran past, nearly knocking her newest companion over.

"I thought Lena was joking when she said they had loads of energy." Minima de Spell blinked as she watched Huey run past in attempts to break up a potential fight.

"Well, Louie usually doesn't." She shrugged, smiling fondly. "If you don't mind...what is it like living in a necklace?"

"Scary." Minima admitted, hugging herself. "It was lonely - and I could see outside of the necklace, it hurt knowing that all this was happening but I couldn't do anything to stop it."

"Well you're out now!" Webby exclaimed optimistically. "And you aren't lonely anymore, you've got Lena and me, and the boys and...everyone, really!"

"You're right." Minima nodded.

Lena wanted freedom. That was her dream.

"Don't tell me you guys are going to eat breakfast without me." Lena laughed, folding her arms.

"Lena!" Webby exclaimed. "We were waiting for you, actually- I can't speak for Huey, Dewey and Louie, though."

"Ha, I doubt they will." The older girl replied, "Dewey always challenges me to a syrup race, he's not going to pass up the opportunity."

Scrooge longed for his family, whether he'd admit it or not. But now he could proudly say that that was his dream.

"The lad is going to get himself sick some day." Scrooge said, joining the girls - his nieces - as they walked down the hall and to the stairs.

"He's always trying to dew the impossible!" Webby joked, laughing with Lena at the pun while Minima blinked.

"I don't get it." She whispered.