Ducktales The story of 5 best friends and mysteries

Timephoon!

3rd person pov

You groaned as you woke up. your alarm was blaring in your ears as the radio came on, "well looks like hurricane el pato is here! We're warning all resident's too- "

you picked your alarm clock and threw It at your wall. Sans watched you in amusement as you grabbed a hammer, and began to smash it annoyed. you yelled "how do you like that?!" You tossed the hammed and walked back to your bed, grumbling to yourself.

You wrapped your blanket around yourself as sans stared at you. He said, "wow kid, I hate to say it but that was a very alarming thing to do. You glared at him, not in the mood for puns.

You didn't know why, but you were feeling a bit...'grumpy'.

You looked up at sans and said, "I feel really weird." He nodded and said, "me too kid, you could even say, I feel it in my bones."He laughed before stopping and holding his arm, "ow."

He looked around narrowing the room. He then stopped and stared at a wall for a few minutes. You heard him growl a little, before he mumbled, "he's messing with the time. That idiot!"

He looked back at you, "kid, I think I know why we're getting weird feelings. I'll take care of it. You go down stairs and walk around for bit. Maybe that'll help a little." You nodded as he disappeared, but you were wondering what he was talking about.

you got up nonetheless and walked down stairs to at least help with prepare for the storm. you looked at the t.v, "here in duckburg, life is like a hurricane. Local residents are battening down the hatches for the worst, el pato, storm in decades."

You decided to help Dewey and webby, well more like just toss the cans at a box you were leaning against. You looked up as Louie passed you, but he was tip toeing and he looked very, very sweaty. You raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was up to.

dewey said, "hey Louie!" Louie screamed, "what!?" Webby asked, "can you give us a hand?" You all busted out into laughter, you laughed, "go-good one webby."

Louie walked away, webby handed the can to Dewey but dropped it. It rolled down the floor, but was stopped by a familiar black heel. Mrs.beakley. she picked it up and read the can, "Mr. Chunky extra chunky chili chunks?"

Dewey smiled, "we could be stuck here for days. You said we should have plenty of food we won't get sick of." Him and webby gestured to the chili cheese bar. Mrs.beakley sighed, "I said won't get sick from. And you know, I doubt your mother would approve of the nutrition in the-"

suddenly, chomping could be heard from behind her. She groaned and turned around with crossed arms, staring down at Della. Della looked back at her, "what? Chili cheese dogs put the hurray! In hurricane party! Heh, It's no big deal!"

Mrs.beakley said with still crossed arms, "until we're on day 8 and we all get scurvy." Della held out the chili dog to her, she pushed it away, "again."

Della said in a chill tone, "beakley, you got to let kids be kids. Don't sweat the small stuff." You nodded, "yup! Best strategy! I think."

Della nodded at you as mrs.beakley sighed at your comment. Della took another bite of her chili dog. Mrs.beakley asked, "is this your parenting strategy? Or something you just read off a bumper sticker?"

"Honk if you're a great mom, honk! honk!" Della walked away honking. You shook your head and looked back up as you heard Louie scream, "nothing! I swear!"

you saw him and Huey at the top of the stairs. Louie continued, "Hey hue, wh-why don't you tell everyone what you're up to in great length." Huey smiled, "I'm almost with my comprehensive report on cave ducks."