"Sooo, your name's Webby huh?" Drake asked as he looked across the couch at the excited duckling that had crawled out of the vent. It had taken him a little bit, but he had been able to calm down after the surprise of seeing her appear so suddenly in his face.

"Yup, and you're Drake right! Granny told me about you," she then looked down at her hands, guilt showing clearly on her face as she twiddled her fingers, "she told me not to bother you... But I figured that we could be friends. Or something?"

Drake took one look at her hopeful face, and he knew he couldn't refuse. She looked as if she hadn't ever had a friend before, and if he was being honest with himself neither had he. No matter how much he cared for his bro, he knew that no one wanted to be anywhere near the walking disaster that he was. All in all, there was only one way he could answer, "yeah, sure."

"Yes!" Webby was almost instantly back on her feet again, jumping around in an uncontrollable storm of excitement, "what do you wanna do first? Go chandelier swinging? Trade dark and terrible secrets? Sneak into Mr McDuck's room and look through his stuff while he isn't home?"

"Ummmmm, how about... the third one?" Drake had no clue what was happening , a second ago Webby had been sitting on the couch guiltily looking at her hands, and now he was being dragged over to the same vent the girl had climbed out of earlier. He watched as she climbed back in and quickly scrambled to follow her lead as she called out for him to join her.

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Crawling through the vents wasn't actually as hard as Drake had originally imagined it to be. Not only were they spacious enough for him to comfortably fit, but they also had a suspicious lack of dust. Considering how he had met Webby and the situation he was in now however, he had to admit that the lack of dust wasn't actually all that suspicious.

Noticing that Webby had been talking, he tuned into her ramblings only to hear the last part of what she was saying, "don't you agree Drake?"

"uh, yes?" He really should have been listening.

"I knew it! Come on new best friend, we're almost there!" Drake gulped as he followed behind Webby through the twisting and turning vents, he really hoped that he hadn't just agreed to something weird.

"Oh fooey," Webby whispered as she stopped in front of an opening in the vents floor, looking down into what Drake could only assume was where they had been heading.

"What is it?" Drake whispered back, following his friends lead as he squeezed in next to her. Looking through the vent's opening he could see Mrs Beakly calmly vacuuming the floor in what looked like a fancy bedroom with a big four poster bed.

Backing up slowly and silently, Webby led Drake back the way they had come and around a corner before she spoke again, "we'll be in big trouble if Granny catches us. For now, let's escape to my secret hideout."

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"Nice room," Drake commented as he looked around, his eyes catching on many things including the bookshelf lined walls, the model planes and stars hanging from the ceiling and a plethora of different stuffed animals with arrows either sticking them to the walls or sticking out of their heads. This was a girl he definitely did not want to cross.

"Heh, heh, thanks," and now she was acting all shy. Drake honestly couldn't help but wonder if she had never left the house or something of the kind, it would definitely explain her weird mood swings and vent crawling hobbies. "So! As a fellow Scrooge McDuck fan, you must see this!"

"Uuwah!" Drake yelped as he ducked to the floor, the volleyball Webby had kicked flying over his head and bouncing off the world map he had been standing in front of. Turning around to look at it he couldn't help but to let out an exclamation of wonder. Where the map had once been hanging was a board that looked like it should be in one of those detective movies. There were multiple pictures and newspaper clippings spread across it with strings connecting them all together. The one part that caught his attention most however was the largest picture taking up the middle of the board with all of the strings somehow finding their way to it.

"This... Is my secret board. I keep all of the information I have about Mr McDuck and his family right here. I have everything I know about him pinned up, from his parents and siblings to his days as the best adventurer in the world and to the mysterious triplets who are supposedly being raised by his nephew Donald Duck. The same Donald Duck who used to follow Mr McDuck around on his grand adventures!"

"Used to?" Drake asked, wondering why anyone would ever give up a life of adventure and glory, even if it was to raise three kids.

"Yes, Mr McDuck and his nephew Donald got into a mysterious disagreement before he left, taking the unhatched triplets, Hubert Dewford and Llewellyn, with him."

Following Webby's hand waves as if to exaggerate the word mysterious, Drake smiled, "you don't know what the argument was about do you?"

"No. No one does. I once asked Granny about it and she told me to never mention it again."

"Hmm," Drake looked back at the board, that mystery had the distinct smell of adventure to it, but he honestly didn't feel like crossing Mrs Beakly on his first day at the mansion. Looking at the mess of strings and paper, the sight of one of the news clippings caught his attention "terrafirmian sighting?"

"Oooooh," Webby squealed out, running over to her bed and grabbing a bright red glitter book, "the Terra-Firmians are an ancient race built of two warring tribes. The Terries and the firmies. They were once United under a proud King. After the King's untimely death, an epic battle began over who would assume control. But! One day the rightful Prince will reunite the two tribes and put an end to their bitter conflict."

"Now that is a prophecy if I've ever heard one," Drake said as he peeked his head over the book so that he could see it for himself.

"Yeah! It is my dream to one day leave the mansion and meet this fabled Prince of the Terra-Firmians. But first, I am going to eat a hamburger!" She exclaimed in excitement as she tossed the book aside and pointed her finger towards the sky in a heroic pose.

"Wait, you've never eaten a hamburger?"

"Yeah, Granny's a bit overprotective. She trains me to be ready for anything, but then she says I've got everything I need in here. I've never really left the mansion." Saying this, Webby looked almost depressed as she rubbed her arm and looked down at the floor.

Drake honestly couldn't believe that his earlier thoughts had been so true, how had she survived never seeing the outside world? How had she survived never having eaten a hamburger? He quickly made up his mind, "hey, Webby."

"Yeah?"

"You know the way back to my garage right?"

"Yeah, but why?"

"We're going to go get you your first hamburger."

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Hey Yall, I'm hecka tired rn so this AN is gonna be short. A quick note, I have school on Mondays and Wednesdays, and my school work will come before writing this.

Thanks to praetoring for following this story.

Have a great night and life yall.