Kidnapped

The Playground

(Louie's POV)

My brothers are a handful. I can't take it. I fall off the swing and they start pestering me. "Are you okay!?" "Are you hurt!?" So annoying! Why can't I be an only child!? I run behind a tree as if a monster were chasing me. I don't think they see me. A shadowy figure comes up to me. "Gotcha." It says. It ties me up and tapes my beak shut. It's Ma Beagle! I struggle but I can't break free. I can't yell for my brothers. I'm hit with a pan. The only thing that remains is my phone, just lying on the ground. Everything fades. I'm unconscious.

2 hours later

(Huey's POV)

Where is he?! I'm worried sick! "Did you find him?" I ask Dewey nervously. "N-no...... I looked all over the playground! Why isn't he here?" Tears form in my eyes. I call the green triplet. "Sup'? I'm Louie Duck. I'm not available right now, Okay? Leave a message after the beep. Byyyeeeeeeee!" *BEEP* "It's just a voicemail." I say to Dewey. "Where is he!?"

McDuck Manor

"Is Louie here!?" I say as I bust into Scrooge's office. "Erm- no, lad. Wasn't he with you? He canne have disappeared."
Scrooge says as he raises an eyebrow. I explain how Louie disappeared. He immediately calls a house meeting.
"Uncle Scrooge, why are we here?" Asks Mom (Della). "My nephew, the youngest of the triplets, Louie, has unwittingly disappeared. We need to start a search party." Everyone agrees, but mom is worried. "It's the moon all over again, WE HAVE TO FIND HIM BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!" She says. We agree.

1 day later

(Dewey's POV)

A knock is heard at the door as we're all looking for clues. "Louie!?" I cry. I run to the door and open it. I see Louie's......, phone. His PHONE. I give it to Uncle Donald. "Hey,theresanoteontheback!" He says. Uncle Scrooge takes it because we can't understand anything he says. "Hey, there's a note on the back!" He says. "That's what I said...." Uncle D. mumbles.
Uncle Scrooge reads it out load.
"To the McDuck brats.
We have your nephew. He's in the abandoned warehouse. If you want him back you'll need to do us a favor. GIVE US BACK BEAGLE-BURG! If not, your nephew will be stabbed to death. Hope your happy with your failing self.
Your enemy,
-Ma Beagle"
Uncle Scrooge sighs in relief. "It's just them. It should be easy to get him back." He says. Uncle Donald turns red. Bright red. "THOSEBRATSHAVEONEOFMYKIDS!IMGONNAKILLTHEM!" (THOSE BRATS HAVE ONE OF MY KIDS! IM GONNA KILL THEM!) He runs out the door. We follow pursuit. Louie, here we come!