Long Live the Evil Triplet

Chapter 3 - The Plan

(Age 5)
       
"Louie, you can't place that piece of the puzzle there!" Huey scolded as he watched his little brother desperately try and fit the piece in the wrong place.

"I, can, make, it, FIT!" Louie replied, as he concentrated hard on the piece of that sky that had part of a tree branch on it near the top where there was absolutely no tree near where the puzzle piece was suppose to be.

"This is soooooo boring!" Dewey whined as he sat beside Huey. He was sitting in a chair backwards and rocking it back and forth as he glared at Louie.

Puzzles.

It was the only thing that was 'safe,' to do while Uncle Donald did chores around the houseboat. Huey; of course, didn't mind puzzles but was bossy when it came to where to put a certain piece, Dewey hated puzzles and wanted nothing more then to play ball, or his action figures. But Donald had bubble wrapped the action figures, and put his ball in a severe glass case and locked it as if it was some sort of bomb that could go off at any minute. Louie on the other hand, could care less and just wanted to watch TV but, of course, Uncle Donald says to much TV rotted the brain.

"You're not doing it right, here, let me help...." Huey offered.

He went around the table and tried to snatch the puzzle peice out of his hand but Louie glared at him sharply and hugged the piece to him as if it were his life line.

"I don't need your help, Huebert!" He shouted.

Huey and Dewey froze.

Only one other manifest person called them by their real names.

"W,what did you just say?" Dewey stammered, his heart racing a mile a minute as he felt the blood drain from his face.

Louie's eyes widen at what he had just said.

"N,Nothing." Louie replied back. Huey studied his brother, and slowly a look of fear appeared on his face.

Louie began backing away when Huey and Dewey glanced at each other and slowly opened their mouth's and screamed at the top of their lungs.

"UNCLE DONALD!"

Louie ran out of the room as fast as he could.

    (Present Day, the same day)

Luis grumbled as he left the kitchen. He hadn't intended to reveal to much to Huey. Stupid, nerd brain. Both his brother's were already onto him, if they convince Donald...

Luis shivered.

He had already taken care of Huey. He doubt that he'll say anything else to anyone after that little chat he had with him. But Dewey....

He was going to be a challenge.

He was sure Luis gave Dewey enough of a message not to say a word before he left with Della and Scrooge. But he didn't know for how long the message would settle with him for Dewey to realize what was at stake if he told.

Luis was going to have to do something to make sure Dewey didn't tell anyone. He paused at a window and stared outside. He saw Webby outside playing hopscotch on the sidewalk and a smile slowly spread across his face as a sudden thought popped into his head that was Louie's.

"Really, now?" Luis muttered to himself. "Is that so?"

He heard the kitchen door open and glanced behind him. Huey slowly edged his way across the wall when he saw Luis as he made his way to the grand staircase. Luis narrowed his eyes at him and didn't looked away from each other until Huey made it to the top of the stairs and Luis heard their bedroom door slam shut.

Luis smirked and turned his attention back to Webby.

He could work with this new found information. If he can't scare Dewey into not talking. He'll make him so mad that he won't talk to anyone.

Not even Donald.

Luis paused has he felt that familiar tingling sensation inside his chest as Louie fought his way out of the whole he had fallen into within himself.

"No. Don't do that! Please! Leave Webby alone!"  Louie screamed in his ear as Luis made his way out the door and into the brilliant morning sun.

"Sorry, Lewellyn." Luis whispered to himself as he stepped onto the front step. "But I can't have them interfering with this." 

"Interfering in what?"  Louie asked, in a normal tone. "Why have you taken my place, anyway?"  He asked. "I don't recall asking you too." 

In the passed Louie had had the power to summon Luis at will and was always able to turn back to himself afterward, but not this time. Could it be that Luis was getting stronger?

Louie shivered at the thought as he stared up towards the white light that shown indicating the outer layer of the hole.

"You didn't need too, Lewellyn." Luis whispered. "I'm doing this for you, ya know. You need me." He said as he slowly approached Webby who had stopped playing hopscotch with herself and looked up at him.

Louie had almost made it half way up again to the top of the whole, but Luis pushed him gently back down and this time Louie couldn't see any light from the top of the whole for Luis had shut it tightly, causing nothing but darkness surrounding Louie.

"So," Luis said, as he got up to Webby and smiled warmly at her, "Dewey ditched you, huh?" He asked.

"He didn't ditch me." Webby replied. She narrowed her eyes at Luis and crossed her arms. "He's spending time with your Mom."

"Yeah, well, he could have at least invited you along too." Luis pointed out. "I would have."

"R,Really?" She asked, her face softening.

"Yeah, really." Luis assured her.

Webby couldn't help but feel left out. She had wanted to go with them, but her Granny always told her never to go inviting yourself to things, that it was rude. Things have happened so fast with the boys and their Mom coming back that it sort of filled Webby with an uncertain longing that she hadn't realized she had until Della showed up.

"So, d, do you wanna do something, with, with me?" Luis asked, as casually as he could, the way Louie would have. "M,Maybe go to Funzo's?"

Webby blinked, and stared at him.

"I, I mean, it would beat playing hopscotch alone." Luis said.

"Well, I was planning on waiting for Dewey." Webby said, rubbing the back of her neck. "He wanted to go to after, after he got back. Said he wanted to ask me something, but, but I guess it'll be alright. I'll, I'll just text him to meet us there." She said, getting out her phone.

"Great!" Luis said, and smiled.

No doubt Luis already knew that thing Dewey wanted to ask her. The timing would be perfect for his already perfect plan to silence Dewey for good.