Debbigail Oneshots

Rainy Day pt. 1

     (I do not own DuckTales or any of the characters in this story or the above image)  

      It was a cold and rainy morning during the month of December. The kids and Scrooge had just returned from a three days journey to a set of islands in the Southern Atlantic, referred to as the Shrouded Isles.

 (A/N I may write about this place in the future, we'll see)

      It was odd to see rain in Duckburg at this time of year, however, no one seemed to mind, as the kids had planned on staying inside most of the day anyway, especially Louie. Well, I guess one duck did have a problem with the rain. 

      As Dewey began to wake up, he couldn't help but frown at the pitter patter of rain against the bedroom window. Dewey hated rain. It was cold, tended to ruin his adventures and was annoyingly loud. He couldn't stand the sound of the water droplets hitting the roof and windows, each impact making him cringe from distaste. 

      Webby, on the other hand, loved the rain. Since she had grown up in the mansion all her life, Webby didn't get many opportunities to have new experiences or go on any REAL adventures. I mean, sure, she got to go to the garden and run through training courses her granny set up, but eventually, those activities got repetitive and boring. Because rain was quite uncommon in the city, whenever it did rain, Webby would go outside, enjoy the soft feeling of water on her face, and walk around, bundled up in sweaters, long sleeve shirts and hoodies. And while Webby didn't run around and play in the rain, she did enjoy herself by observing the backyard and how it transformed from a lush lawn into a violent battlefield. Sometimes, however, Webby would just lie on her bed, close her eyes, and listen to the soft sound of rain hitting the roof, picking out each droplet and hearing it slam against the top of the mansion. 

      As Dewey began to get walk over to the closet, he heard the sound of Louie waking up, followed by the sound of something banging against wood.

     "Oooooow!" Louie yelped, rubbing the top of his head. 

     "Morning Lou", Dewey called as he rummaged around through the closet.

     "Everything huuuuurts", Louie whined, still shocked by the impact of his head against the bunk. "What are you looking for anyway?" the green triplet asked.

     "Oh, I'm just trying to find my hoodie" (yes, Dewey has a hoodie too), Dewey replied, finally finding what he was looking for.

     "Really man, I though we agreed that hoodies were my thing", Louie retorted, clearly annoyed that Dewey was trying to follow his style.

     "I know, but I'm cold. I don't wanna walk around the mansion in just my shirt."

     "Ok, fine, go ahead. So long as you don't start wearing them all the time", Louie said as he got up from bed and went to put on his own hoodie.

     As Dewey fit the hoodie over his head, he began to think of his plans for the day. I could film an episode of Dewey Dew-Night. Na, the last time I did that I nearly burned down the entire mansion. Probably should've realized having Glomgold on the show was a bad idea. I could go outside. Pfffft, just joking, there's no way I'm going out there. I'll go see what Webby's doing, maybe she's got some good ideas. 

     Dewey couldn't help but blush at the thought of Webby, his feelings for the female duck having grown exponentially in the past few weeks.

      Louie, being the keen observer he is, couldn't help but notice Dewey blushing to himself as he stood right outside the closet door. Oh dear Dewford, do I have you cornered now. Louie knew what time it was. It was time to see if his theory was correct.