It took a week of nonstop packing to get both the house and José's store all packed for the move. Thankfully a lot of their friends had come to help out with it all. Once José and the others had gotten to Duckburg they had easily filed into the new house and sorted out their things. Donald had said he and Scrooge had been planning this move almost the moment after he was fired. They really did work fast. Though José supposed it made sense. The two of them had only made enough money to live comfortably yet still cheaply so they could still afford their three bed two bath apartment. Donald had been working that job for years. To be so unceremoniously dropped like that would have hit them hard. Especially with José planning on leaving to go help Panchito. He supposed this was a favorable outcome in a strange way.

It was only a few days after the move and José was working on unpacking the boxes in his store's new location. He was able to find a nice small space in a strip mall to rent out. It was good for a quick move and not really that much smaller than the last building he rented back in Mouseton.

A mix of some of his favorite songs were playing through his phone as he went around and continued his task of organizing and putting everything in its place. He swayed his hips a bit as he let himself get lost in the music. The songs reminded him of home and of some of his favorite places. Some days he missed it. Roaming the world. Hopping from country to country, town to town. But sadly not all good things could last forever and he knew that.

José was much too focused on his task and reliving old memories to notice the person who had entered his store. He was on a small step ladder trying to put a dagger up on a higher shelf when he felt hands on his waist. The parrot let out a loud squawk of surprise and spun around to press the dagger against the throat of the person behind him.

"Goodness, my friend!" The Spanish was unmistakable. As were the brilliant red feathers of the rooster standing before José with his hands in a defensive position. "I will admit I was expecting a warmer welcome than that."

José put the dagger down on one of the lower shelves and practically jumped into the arms of the man before him. "Panchito!" José beamed happily.

The rooster wrapped his arms around José and spun him around in their tight embrace. Panchito gave a boisterous laugh, "It is so good to see you, my friend!"

"Why didn't you call to say you had arrived?"José asked as Panchito let go of him. "I would have come to get you from the airport."

"I wanted to surprise you!"

José rolled his eyes with a smile directed at his friend. He noticed the two bags with Panchito and hopped off the step ladder to grab one. "Come, we can take these to the houseboat and get you unpacked."

Panchito smiled at that and grabbed the other bag, following José out the door.

The triplets were uncharacteristically silent. Louie was sure that his brothers were feeling the same strange mix of emotions that he was. It had been only a few days since they got in Duckburg and they had just finished their first day at a new school. Whatever sadistic bastard took care of class arrangements decided the three would all be in different classrooms. Louie was sure this was some kind of hellish torment caused by a truly wicked individual. Okay so maybe that was a stretch. But still.

The triplets sat on the bus, squished on one seat. They didn't mind it though. Being in a new place and separated for so long had made all of them uneasy. And now they were headed to their Uncle Scrooge's mansion. The boys knew their Uncle and had met him before years ago but none of them really knew him. Now they were going to be spending the rest of their Grade School life with him as their babysitter.

When the bus arrived at their stop the triplets got off and started towards the main gate of the mansion. Louie looked up at the intimidating building. Huey pressed the buzzer on the side and a woman's voice came out.

"Yes?"

The triplets looked at one another, almost unsure of their next move. Huey looked back at the buzzer and said, "uh. Is Uncle Scrooge home?"

There was a pause and the buzzer made a clicking noise. The three gave each other another look and a shrug as the gate opened for them with a creaky sigh. The three walked past the gate and towards the front door of the mansion.

This time it was Dewey who stepped forward and knocked on the front door. It opened to a tall woman who the three boys didn't recognize at all.

"Good afternoon children," she began. "I am Bentina Beakley, Mr. McDuck's housekeeper. Your Uncle is in his study right now. If you will follow me to the main room and I will go inform your Uncle of your arrival."

Her formality made Louie feel out of place. The way his brothers awkwardly nodded and followed the woman made him suspect they felt the same way. They were lead into a sitting room with a couch and a large tv in the center. On the floor was a little girl who looked around the same age as the boys. The duckling looked up at the others and gave a wide smile. She jumped to her feet and ran up to them.

"Are you three the nephews!" Her question sounded more like a statement the way she yelled it loudly.

The triplets looked to one another than to the girl and gave her nods. She let out a shrill cry of joy.

"My name's Webbigail Vanderquack! But people call me Webby! My Granny is the housekeeper here!"

"Hi Webby," Huey smiled, "It's nice to meet you. My name's-"

"Hubert Howard Duck!"

The triplets gave Webby a surprised look.

"And you're Dewford Deuteronomy Duck and Llewelyn Louis Duck!" Webby gave the three a huge smile. "I've been researching your family for years now!" As her excitement grew so did her movement as she began to bounce from foot to foot. "What are your blood types? What's Donald really like? Who's the evil triplet?"

Her questions came rapidly and the boys only had a moment to think about it before Dewey and Huey pointed to their brother and said in unison, "Louie."

The third triplet was about to deny it but instead made a disinterested noise and shrugged. They weren't wrong.

"So do you like, live here?" Dewey asked.

Webby gave a nod and went back to her paper on the floor. The boys followed and sat on the couch. "My Granny works here for room and board for the both of us!"

"How old are you?" Huey asked.

"Eleven," she smiled. "Granny homeschools me here in the mansion," she added as if guessing what their next question was going to be.

"Is there anything fun to do around here?" Louie asked as he slouched into the couch.

Webby looked up from her work and smiled. "There's lots of cool and weird stuff around here! I can show you later! But uh right now I'm doing my homework."

"You have homework for homeschooling?" Dewey asked.

Webby nodded. "It's just like normal school only I'm the only student and my Granny teaches me."

"That's lame," Louie groaned.

"Actually it's really fun! I like learning!"

Huey smiled at that. "Isn't it the best? Learning new places and skills!"

"Nerd," Dewey mumbled. Huey turned to his brother and glared softly at him.

The door to the room opened and in walked Scrooge McDuck. Louie looked at his uncle and felt a mix of emotions. Excitement, nervousness, and so many others. They had only met the many a few times when they were much younger. Scrooge gave a smile at the boys as he walked in.

"Hello boys, it's been a while since I've last seen you three."

"Hiya Uncle Scrooge!" Dewey smiled brightly as he moved to sit on his knees.

Huey and Louie turned to face their uncle with Dewey.

"So are you gonna be watching us after school now?" Huey asked.

Scrooge gave a nod. "Donald has asked me to watch you boys while he's at work during the weekdays." Well, that answered that question. Louie already missed Max. He wondered if his brothers were thinking the same thing as him.

"You boys are free to roam the mansion with Webby as long as you do your homework and stay out of my study and room," Scrooge explained. "When Ms. Beakley calls you all for dinner Webby can show you where the dining hall is."

The triplets nodded at their uncle in agreement.

"Your Uncle should be done with work around seven so he could be by to pick you up every day after then."

"I wonder if Tio José will be off sooner," Huey mumbled to his brothers who shrugs in response.

"Have you three done your homework yet?" Scrooge asked.

"We didn't have homework today," Louie said to his uncle.

"Alright then. On days that you do make sure you do that first when you get here, per Donald's request."

The boys gave another nod. Scrooge nodded back then walked back out of the room.

"Well that wasn't awkward at all," Louie mumbled to himself.

"Seemed kinda awkward to me," Webby piped up to say.

Louie rolled his eyes and noticed Dewey pulling out his phone and typing in a number.

"I'm calling Tio José to come pick us up," Dewey answered his brother's silent question.

José walked into the bedroom he and Donald had set up for Panchito. He put the rooster's bag on the bed and smiled at his friend. Panchito looked around the room with a bright smile.

"This is all for me?" He asked with a bright smile.

José gave a happy nod. "We were fortunate enough to get a four bedroom boat. A room for each of us and one for the kids."

José began to open Panchito's bag and help him put things up in the room. They organized the clothes into Panchito's drawers. José smoothed out one of his jackets but stopped. He looked down at the fabric below his hands.

"Panchi," José began looking over to his friend.

The rooster looked up to José when his name was called.

"I know you just got here but we need to talk about the elephant in the room, my friend." José put the jacket down and turned to fully face Panchito. "You sounded so worried and you said so little about what happened."

Panchito looked away towards his guitar that sat in the corner of the room. His gaze wasn't focused. "It just finally boiled over. It was the same arguments over and over and it just finally went too big."

José looked down in thought. "Did you tell any of them where you were going?"

Panchito shook his head.

"Not even Shiro?" Panchito's silence was enough confirmation. "Panchito! He will be so worried!" José pulled out his phone and pushed it towards Panchito. "Call your bother right now. Tell him where you a-" José stopped at the sound of his phone going off. He looked down to see Dewey was calling him. He answered and put it up to his ear.

"Hello Dewey," he greeted.

"Can you come pick us up?"

"Isn't Donald picking you boys up?" José questioned into the phone.

"We don't wanna wait till he gets off work."

José let out a soft sigh. Panchito was saved by the bell it seemed. "Alright, sobrinho. I will be there in a moment." With that, he hung up and looked over to Panchito.

"This conversation is not over with," José sighed. "Come one. We have to go pick up Donald's nephews."

Panchito smiled and walked after José.