#lunerlullaby

“Wh-what? Me? Psssh, of course not! I-i was just..uh, playing hide and seek with Webby! She can be a real killer when it comes to that.” 

Was it that obvious? Maybe it would have been easier to walk through the front door and hope Mrs. Beakley or Duckworth wouldn’t be in the kitchen.

It wasn’t his fault!

After tasting sugar past forbidden hours Huey found himself simply wanting to relieve that wonderful sensation of sugar popping on his tongue and feeling the world around him burst into color.

He just didn’t understand why Uncle Donald didn’t let him have sugar.

He was perfectly capable of holding his own!

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It’d been a few weeks since Mom returned home. A few weeks since they finally met Mom. Dewey thought that she’d be like an adventurous version of Uncle Donald, someone who wouldn’t freak out every time they fell out of a tree. But that wasn’t what happened.

It always drove Dewey insane to be called ‘Huey’ or ‘Louie,’ and Mom, of course, kept slipping up. She couldn’t keep straight which one of them liked crunchy peanut butter, and who hated it, and just other things like that that Uncle Donald knew by heart. Uncle Donald didn’t need to look at their clothes or hairstyles to tell them apart, but Mom couldn’t even tell them apart with their outfits. 

To be fair, Uncle Donald has been there for them since the beginning, he has 10 years of experience with them. It wasn’t fair for Dewey to expect Mom to know her children after spending 10 years trapped on the moon. They were doing the best they could to help her out...

...Which was why Dewey was so frustrated over it all. He hated how frustrated he was that Mom didn’t really know them. It wasn’t like it was her fault, she was trying her best...so why was he so upset over it? He couldn’t really blame her. 

A small part of Dewey wanted to throw his pillow across his room, but he didn’t want to have to climb down from his bed and get it again. All he could do was sit and stare out the window, trying to not be mad at his mom for something that he can’t blame her for.

    ❝ you always play tricks on me, della ! ❞ he holds his guitar towards himself, trying to rub off the marker that was written on it. seriously, she could be so annoying ! what was she trying to get out of this ? ❝ ugh, you’re lucky that this is washable. ❞

“you aren’t...you can’t be real.” 

for once the talkative duckling is stunned into silence, the woman before him standing tall and proud. she was here but that couldn’t be. scrooge had told them the story of how she disappeared and not even the mighty della - not even his mom - could survive all those years in space.

“this is a trick right? i touched some kind of cursed amulet or had a spell put on me or - or something! that’s it, i’m going completely featherbrained.” 

I eat old dead dudes with my umbrella 

  “ Do ya’ like her? ” The bunny had taken notice of the duck near her plane. Honey had always been proud of her plane. It had taken her on many adventures over the years and had been well maintained. Painted a red color with a ‘H’ on the side. She smiles somewhat fondly as she pats the side of her plane with a large grin. She didn’t get to use her plane that much, as compared to her typical motorcycle, but it always came in handy for longer trips when she needed.