Hey! Roxy Goth here, part two here now. For this I have researched the McDuck and the Duck family and I think I've come up with a general idea of how it works, though I've filled in some blanks here and there. Hope you enjoy.

See chapter 1 for the disclaimer.

As soon as they got home Uncle D sent them to bed.

"Oh, really?" Huey whined. "C'mon Uncle D! It's only 10 o clock!"

"Bed. Now."

"You know we're teenagers now, right?"

"BED. NOW."

"C'mon Huey." Dewie said, grabbing his brother by the arm. "Let's go."

"Dude, what's wrong with you? We're not six!" Huey complained as he was pulled up the stairs.

At the top of said stairs the blue clad sibling explained patiently. "No, but we are worried about Louie, ad if Uncle D thinks we're in bed we can spend time talking to Louie to see what's up with him."

"Oh, I get it. Where is Louie anyway?"

"I dunno, what do I look like, his babysitter? He just came up the stairs as soon as we got in."

"That doesn't sound like him."

"I know, so the sooner we get cracking the sooner we can talk to him."

Louie surprised both his brothers by already being in bed when they finally made it to their room, having already got themselves ready for bed.

"You're keen." Huey said, taking his top of. "You feelin' alright?"

There was a possibility Dewie hadn't considered. He finished putting his pyjama top on and held his hand against Louie's forehead.

The green-clad sibling frowned and knocked his brother's hand away. "Leave of, will you? I'm fine."

"Hey, chill out, bro, we're trying to help." Huey said, sounding a touch irritated.

"…Sorry."

"It's fine." Dewie said, finishing getting himself ready.

There was a silence for a little while, during which time Huey found himself getting steadily more irritated. He wanted to help for crying out loud! Why wasn't his brother speaking?

As if reading his thought Dewie said, gently from on his bed. "You know you can talk to us about anything, don't you?" He looked at his younger sibling earnestly.

"Yeah."

"…So?"

"I'm fine."

That did it. "Clearly you're not." Huey said, bluntly, springing himself of his bed. "Since we got back from Dreamgirls you've been acting weird! Un-Louie-like. We're worried, Lou." He added, more gently.

"Yeah." Dewie said, mainly for the sake of saying something.

Louie paused, thinking the matter over. The he sighed and looked up at his brothers. "Fine, I'll tell you."

"Alright then." His two brothers said together before sitting down either side of him, Huey on the right, Dewie on the left.

There was a pause before Louie spoke. "I started thinking while we were watching Dreamgirls. Those girls were so close they considered each other's sisters, and then they fell out."

"Mmm-hmm." Hi brothers agreed.

"That always happens."

Huey and Dewie paused, waiting for more to come. When it didn't they looked at each other and then back at Louie.

"Listen Louie, we may be triplets but we're not mind readers." Dewie said.

"Yeah, can you be a little more specific?"

The youngest sighed before straightening up a little. "Right, so, they fell out right?"

"Right."

"That always happens."

"To who?" Dewie asked, hoping to avoid the conversation going round in circles.

"Us." Louie waved his hands a bit and looked at his brothers. Seeing they were having trouble following he decided to explain a bit more. "Uncle Scrooge and Aunt Matilda fell out and didn't speak for ages, then mum and Uncle D had a period when they didn't speak for a while…"

"They didn't fall out though." Dewie pointed out. "They just didn't talk a while."

"Yeah, for somewhere in the region of five to ten years!" Louie burst out. "That's not right!"

Huey and Dewie looked at each other again, this time with understanding rather than confusion.

Louie however, having missed the look carried on. "And then you said you want to act on the stage without us!" He said, throwing an accusing glance at Huey.

Said brother immediately put his hands up. "I never said that!"

"No, but you implied it!"

"Lemme get this straight." Dewey cut in before the conversation could get really heated. "You're basically worried that, going of our family history, there's a good chance that when we're older we're gonna split up, or drift apart, whatever you wanna call it and basically not speak to each other ever again?"

"Well that's rubbish." Huey said, bluntly. Dewie elbowed him. "Oh!"

"Shut up a minute, Hue." Dewey looked at Louie and put his arm around him. "Listen Louie, I can't predict the future, none of us can. However we can look at probability."

"Where are you goin' with this Dew?"

The blue-clad siling shot his older brother a look. "You'll see if you shut up a minute. Right, there are differences between us and mum and Uncle D, and us and Uncle Scrooge, Aunt Matilda and Grandma. The main one is, we're triplets meanwhile Uncle Scrooges sets are brothers and sisters and mum and Uncle D are twins. Agree?"

Louie nodded.

"Secondly, stating the obvious, we're a group of boys meanwhile there's at least one girl in the other two sets, right?"

"Right." Huey and Louie said together.

"Thirdly, technology has advanced since the time Uncle D and mum were children. They had to write letters to each other to keep in touch, all we have to do is pick up the telephone. So…" Dewey paused, trying to think through what he was going to say.

Thankfully Huey took over. "And it's likely, due to us being individuals, despite being triplets, that we'll have different jobs. And it's almost certain we'll be living in different houses with different cars and so on. Agree?"

Louie nodded.

"But that doesn't mean we stop hanging out together, we can have days of the weeks when we go down the pub together, take it in turns going round each other's houses for meals, just generally arrange to meet up at least once a fortnight maybe. So yeah, we might not be as physically close to each other as we are now, which could be a good thing because much as I love you two, a guy's gotta have his own space, you know what I'm saying?"

Both Dewie and Louie nodded, Louie beginning to smile a little.

"But even if we're not physically close we'll still keep in touch! As Dewie says, technology advances all the time, we'll be fine. You know why?" He directed that last part at Louie, who by now was properly smiling.

"Cos we're Huey, Dewie and Louie?"

"Exactly!" Huey punched the air. "Full points to the quiz master! We're the three musketeers!"

"The three amigo's!" Dewie added, getting into it.

"The Quack-Street boys!" Louie chimed in.

"Yeah!" Huey held his hands out for a three-way high five which his brothers eagerly responded. "You got it!"

Louie laughed as he through his arms around his siblings. "Guess I was worried about nothing."

"Well, even so, we're glad you told us." Dewie said, successfully regaining an air of seriousness. "It wouldn't have done you any good worryin' about it."

"Yeah, what he said." Huey smiled.

"And don't forget, we're only fifteen. We probably won't be moving out for at least three years, so we gotta make the most of this time."

"Do you wanna do something tomorrow?"

"There's a new film on, wanna see it?"

"BOYS!" Donald bellowed up the stairs. "I TOLD YOU TO GO TO BED HALF AN HOUR AGO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"Nothing Uncle D!" The brothers chorused. With that Huey and Dewie got into their respective beds, after switching the light of.

"Night bro's." Louie said.

"Night Louie."

A pause and then. "So are we seein' that film or what?"