This is a Ducktales request by ButtonMan, in which the triplets and Webby get drawn into the world of a game and have to find their way out. I really like this story and I can't wait to really get into it. I hope everyone enjoys the story and the premise and my first longer, multi-chapter DuckTales story :D

Chapter 1-Bored Game

Dewey was halted midair when Uncle Donald grabbed the hood of his raincoat, giving him a disapproving look.

"No." He said, shutting the door.

"Aw, come on, I just wanted to play in the rain," Dewey grumbled.

"This," Donald squawked, gesturing towards the window, "isn't rain. It's a flood. A hurricane. So you're staying indoors." Dewey crossed his arms now, looking Donald up and down.

"You're in a raincoat," he pointed out.

"I need to take care of the houseboat. Stay inside with the others," Donald said in his stern I-am-an-adult-and-my-word-is-law voice, which sounded like his other voices but was punctuated by furrowed eyebrows.

"Fine."

"Thank you." Donald instinctively kissed Dewey's head and then headed out, and the disappointed kid walked over to his brothers and Webby. Webby and Huey were arguing about some meaningless myth, and Louie looked nearly comatose, studying the ceiling as if it held answers for fixing the staticky picture on the television.

"There's no signal on the tv," Louie groaned, confirming consciousness.

"What do you want to do, then?" Dewey asked, looking around the room.

"We could play a game," Webby suggested, holding up her toy dart gun. Dewey shuddered, remembering the last time they'd played with the toy guns. That had gotten a little out of hand...

"Actually, I found a board game the other day. It looked super old and kinda cool." Dewey said, remembering the game all of a sudden.

"Boring," Louie decided, getting up to leave. Dewey grabbed his hood the way Uncle Donald had grabbed his rain jacket

"You're playing."

"Give me one good reason." Louie protested, falling limp in his brother's grip, which was one of his signature moves.

"Because I'm technically older than you," Dewey said with a smirk, dropping Louie.

"First of all, playing the age card is uncool. Second, I'm not playing if Huey's not playing, since he's technically older than you." Louie returned the smirk, having found another loophole to exploit.

"That's fair. Huey, are you in?" Huey had also eyed the dart gun in concern, and quickly nodded.

"Webby?"

"Yeah!" Webby was the only one who seemed excited.

"I'll go get it." Dewey ran off and recovered the old game he'd found, dusting it off. When he came back, Huey had cleared a space on the floor. Lightning flashed in the background, and the rain continued to beat down, creating a tone that was either ominous or cozy.

"This game says it's a roleplaying board game." Huey's eyes lit up.

"Like Dungeons and Dragons?"

"No, Dungeons and Dragons is lame. This is just like, imagination monopoly," Dewey retorted, holding on to the instruction booklet.

"That doesn't sound lame at all," Louie muttered. Dewey threw a green player piece at Louie to shut him up, grabbing a blue one for himself as Huey snatched up the red one. Then he sheepishly offered Webby the only remaining token, which was pink.

"The rules on the box say we each need to come up with a character-" Huey read off the back of the booklet Dewey held before Dewey interrupted.

"I could be a knight, and Huey, you could be a wizard and um, Louie's obviously an elf and Webby, you can be a princess-"

"A princess?" Webby grumbled, holstering her dart gun.

"A warrior princess," Dewey amended. She grinned.

"Cool!"

"Fine," Louie grumbled, flopping down on the ground lazily.

"Louie, roll the dice." Dewey knew that if he didn't force his brother to be an elf, Louie wouldn't be an elf. Normally Louie didn't participate enough in things to even get a participation award. He handed Louie the dice, which Louie lazily dropped, watching the snake eyes fall to the ground. Then he watched the snake eyes turn to snake eyes in a flash, and a slithering emerald green snake wrap around his arm, while the scenery changed from a living room to a meadow. Four voices screamed at once.

"Where are we?!" Louie yelped, frantically shaking his arm to try to get the snake off of it, not noticing in his panic that his hoodie had changed into a hooded elven tunic.

"We're in the game," Huey said, pulling a pencil from behind his ear and finding instead a small wand.

"Cool..." He muttered, glancing at his junior woodchuck guidebook and finding instead a book of spells. He was also wearing a tunic, along with a cape and a floppy red wizard hat. Dewey inspected his armor and found that the instruction booklet he'd been gripping had turned into a shield that was also a map. Useful. He looked at Webby, in a mix of armor and velvet, wielding a bow instead of a dart gun.

"This is kinda cool..." Webby said with a smile.

"Guys, there's a snake attacking me," Louie yelped.

"Aw, come on Louie, he probably just wants to be friends." Dewey teased. Louie looked at his "friend."

"I'm not friends with sna-" The snake continued to slither around Louie, causing him to shudder.

"I hate this..." The elf lamented.

"It's kind of cool we're in the game though," Webby said, examining her bow.

"Cool isn't the word I'd use," Louie complained.

"Just try to relax and find out what it wants," Webby advised. Louie took a deep breath and watched the snake.

"Okay, Dice," He said quietly to his new companion, "I can talk myself out of any problem, so let's talk." The snake hissed in reply, and its eyes flashed with numbers. The four of them were then transported six feet forward.

"Nope!" Louie yelled angrily, throwing up his arms.

"This still isn't cool!"