DuckTales: As We Grow Older...

16

Donald woke up the next day to really loud music. He covered his ears and went out to the living room, where Dewey had music turned up all the way.

"Turn it off!" Donald yelled.

"What?" Dewey yelled back.

Donald turned off the music.

"Why would you do that? You don't like will.i.am?"

"Is that your mom's playlist?"

"No, it's our playlist that we made for her," Huey explained. "We thought she might like the songs on this playlist, based on what we found on her actual one."

"Why?"

"It might make us feel like she's right here with us. At least, that's what Dewey said."

"Can you not play that so loudly, though? The neighbors are going to complain."

"What neighbors? The closest people are those who walk along the beach, no one who lives on a boat over here," Dewey said, turning on another song, which happened to be a Jon Bellion song.

"Turn it off! It's too loud, you little asghjhgfdfghb!"

The rest of the sentence was hard to decipher as Donald was quacking up a storm. The triplets had never heard him do this, and they were kind of scared of it.

Dewey turned off the song quickly.

"Every time we do something that involves Mom, you get mad," he said. "Why is that?"

"I just...I never get to see her anymore, not really. I've only spoken to her twice after you guys were born. I just miss her, but she's got a lot of work to do. So, stop talking about her, alright?"

Donald walked back to his room. The triplets looked at each other with worry.

"She's his sister, wouldn't he want to hear something about her?" Dewey asked.

"He's just upset about not seeing her often," Huey said. "Usually, after someone leaves or...dies...their family doesn't want to talk about them because it makes them sad to think about them. The same thing's going on here."

"Hmm...maybe we should find Mom and ask her to come over here. Then, he won't be as sad, and we can meet her!"

"Where would she--"

Huey didn't get to finish his sentence; he had just remembered what Donald had done on their 8th birthday.

"She's in Cape Suzette!" the triplets sang out in unison.

"But, how to get there?" Huey wondered aloud. "We don't have any means of transportation, other than--"

"The house-boat!" Dewey cried out. "Okay, guys, hear me out, because I've got a plan."

The boys huddled together and a plan was thought out.

They would steal the houseboat and take it to Cape Suzette when Donald next left them alone. Then, there, they would finally meet their mom.