A Disney Duck Fanfic:
Instead of being purely based on one entity, this story takes background from Classic Donald Duck cartoons, Ducktales, and Darkwing Duck.
Stef With a F
Disney owns most of these characters. Dumbella's past as Bella Widgeon is mine, as are the characters of Melanie Widgeon, Cindy Ganderquack, Jeffery Ruddy, Ronnie and Lisa Mallard, and whomever else I mention in the future.
This story is sequel of sorts to the story Back to the Nest. You should be able to catch the bulk of the story without reading Back to the Nest, but it would give you more background on Bella Widgeon. Though, if you plan on reading Back to the Nest, this story reveals a major spoiler or two. Besides, I would love to know what you think.
This story is rated PG-13 for adult themes, but nothing really major.
"Good Afternoon Bella," a male voice called.
Bella looked up and made a weak smile. "Hey..." she replied. "I'm so tired. I have to start telling myself I'm not 21 any more."
Launchpad laughed. "It's not that early...and besides, you are only as young as you feel, they say."
Bella placed her finger on her chin.
"Well then, today, I'm 53?" she offered.
Launchpad shook his head no, "Nah, you're not a day past 33."
Bella laughed. "And you're not a day older than...How are old are you again?"
"Too old," Launchpad answered, "But I'm sixteen at heart."
Bella laughed. "Yeah, you are. I'm just Sooooo tired. And Donald was not thrilled about Huey being out so late either. Oops, I was supposed to keep that quiet. I'm just..."
Bella massaged her forehead. "Stressed."
"Work hectic today?" Launchpad asked.
"Oh Gosh no," Bella assured. "The usual. It's still a little early for the Christmas rush. Last night was just so long, but it was fun."
Launchpad put his arm around Bella. "Yeah it was."
"I hate him Honker, I really do," Gosalyn said into the telephone receiver.
Honker sighed. "No you don't Gosalyn, you love your father, and you know he only wants the best for you."
Gosalyn made a weird face.
"Of course I love him. But he doesn't know what I need. I'm not that nine year-old kid he took in seven years ago. You're sixteen, you know what I am talking about."
Honker Muddlefoot laughed, his best friend of seven years was the craziest sane person he knew --If that made sense. But, he loved her all the same.
"Don't laugh, I'm more adult than kid," Gosalyn stated.
Honker laughed again.
"Hey, stop it," Gosalyn pleaded. "I called you to make me feel better."
"Sorry Gosalyn. Yes, we both have grown up. For years we spent every weekend together. Now between Science and Computer clubs, and your hockey practices...and now Huey, we don't spend that much time together anymore."
Drake knocked on the door. It was more like a thirty-second warning, than a request for permission.
"I'm on the phone, Dad!" Gosalyn shouted.
"Not with that boy?!" he called.
"I'm talking to Honker!" Gosalyn shouted back. "And his name is Huey...since you now know about us, I may as well tell you!"
"I need to use the phone, he lives next door, why don't you go talk to him in person."
Gosalyn crossed her arms.
"I'm grounded Dad, remember? Unless you want to lift that unfair punishment...I told you a million times that Huey and I did nothing, we just fell asleep."
Drake shook his head.
"You're missing the point Gosalyn, you two were asleep on the couch, unsupervised past midnight. Besides that you didn't give me the chance to meet the boy in a respectful matter. You decided to be sneaky."
Gosalyn sighed heavily.
"You know you would have over-reacted regardless!"
"Do you want to invite Honker over, or do you just want be stranded in your room for the rest of the day with no phone calls?"
"You are not going to take my phone privileges away too!? Are you?" Gosalyn cried.
Drake stood silent for a second, and then shook his head. "No, I just need the phone now. Invite Honker over before I change my mind. I trust that kid."
Gosalyn smiled, and giggled softly.
"Okay Dad, what about Huey?" she asked.
Drake gave Gosalyn a warning glance.
"Hey, had to try," she said flippantly as she left her room.
Huey was listening to some CD's when there was a knock on his door.
"Who is it?" he called.
"Louie and Webbigal," a female voice stated.
"Hey Webby!" Huey shouted. "Come in."
Webigal kissed Louie softly before opening the door.
"Hi..." Webbigal greeted. "How have you been?"
"I'm all right, you?" Huey replied. "You and Louie going out tonight?"
Webigal nodded. "I'm good. Yeah, we're going to see a movie. You have a special someone too, right?"
"Yeah," he answered.
Webigal, not quite fifteen-years-old, has been dating Louie for a few months now. Over the years, eight-year-old Webby transformed into the tall blonde beauty that she is today. It is mysterious how she grew hair practically over night, but there is some research that it was rare yet possible for female ducks to grow hair in puberty. *
"Yeah?" Webby repeated. "What's her name?"
"Gosalyn," Huey answered.
"You were with her last night weren't you?" Dewey stated, as he walked into the opened door.
Louie quickly closed it, and then directed his attention to Huey.
"Uncle Donald shouted loud enough to wake up the dead last night. With both you and Dewey being out so late last night."
Dewey nodded. "Well, I called. Well, I'm off to go to meet up with Jeff. Louie, Webby, you two should stop by the club after the movie. It will be fun. Speaking of which..."
He turned to Huey.
"When you get the chance bring Gosalyn," Dewey continued. "I know she will love us, and maybe she can bring a friend?"
"She doesn't hang out with many girlfriends," Huey informed.
Dewey frowned, "She's in a women's hockey team. What about them?"
Huey shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, maybe, but I got the impression, her relationship with most of them are pretty much casual. Her best friend, is this guy named Honker."
"Oh," Dewey said, glancing at Louie and Webby since they two were friends before they became an item.
Huey shook his head.
"Nah, it's totally platonic. No worries. Honker is the very least of my problems."
"You let Mom lie for you," Dewey observed.
"What?" Louie inquired.
"Yup. After Daisy and Uncle Donald went to bed, I heard you two talking," Dewey informed.
Huey stared at Dewey.
"I thought you went to bed."
Dewey rolled his eyes.
"I did, but I still heard you two. I heard you ask her why."
"She actually did meet me after her date. But it was after 1am. I met up with her after I got off the bus. She was on her way home. She offered me a ride home. I think we have an understanding. She was not the problem I was referring to."
"Who then?" Louie asked.
"Mr. Mallard," Huey replied. "He saw us on the couch together, sleeping together."
"Oh gosh!" Webby gasped.
Huey shook his head quickly.
"We were literally sleeping. It was innocent. We fell asleep after watching a movie," Huey explained.
"Oh my Goodness, and let me guess, Gosalyn's father freaked out?" Webby gathered.
"Understatement of the year," Huey declared. "Mr. Mallard, can rival Uncle Donald, trust me."
"Whoa..." Louie exclaimed.
"Yeah..." Huey agreed.
He got up to switch CDs.
"Mom and I have an understanding. She's not going to say anything. See you all later?" he said to Webby and his brothers before they could press further.
"Okay," Dewey said. "See you later tonight," he said before leaving the room.
"Webby, you coming?" he asked.
"In a minute," she said. "I'll join you in the hallway in a moment."
"Okay," he said before he also left the room.
Huey looked at Webbigal, for a moment.
"Yeah?" he said.
She walked up to Huey, and hugged him.
"Take care, k?" she said to him.
Huey hugged Webby back.
"I'm fine, so go have fun with my brother, alright?" he ordered.
Webby nodded and exited Huey's room to see Louie and Dewey chatting.
"I wonder who Mom is dating," Dewey stated.
"Yeah, me too," Louie said nodding in agreement.
"So, I'm starved," Bella announced. "So where's your car?"
Bella searched the store parking lot.
"I don't see it."
Launchpad shook his head.
"It's because I didn't bring it. I mean, why not save gas, I mean since you have to drive your bike home anyway. I decided to take a bus here."
Bella smiled seductively.
"You seemed to have liked the ride last night, you want some more?"
Launchpad eyed Bella.
"What?" he started. "Oh yeah...right the motorcycle ride last night."
"Well, Launchpad McQuack, what did you think I was talking about?"
Launchpad's face turned red.
"I just wasn't thinking. Where you want to go? The Hamburger Hippo makes the best fries," Launchpad suggested.
Bella kissed Launchpad.
"Sounds like a date."
Copyright (c) 1999-2006 Stefanie "Stef With an F" Dinino, Disney characters copyrighted by Disney, used in a non-profit matter