DuckTales: A Story Retold (Season 1) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1: Woo-oo!

Duckburg's airport has never been quieter than ever since an attempted air raid shook the world. Even if the terrorists responsible was put behind bars, people feared history would repeat itself, as Duckburg has a neighbor which was famous for its high crime rate: St. Canard.

However, this gave three girls unexpected peace and tranquility. They were walking around the stores, the employees inside with wide smiles, finally seeing someone after nearly a few months of nothing.

One girl noticed a game arcade nearby, and ran over to it, shrieking with glee. Her braided hair with chiffon-blue ribbons swished around as she tried one console at a time.

"This is awesome!" she cried. "I'm never going to line up for hours to play one! Thank goodness for the terrorists who made this happen!"

"We shouldn't thank them!" another girl cried, fists clenched. She had straight black hair, and lovely emerald green eyes that seemed dangerous with her expression now. "They threatened to kill everyone! You shouldn't be grateful!"

A third girl sighed. "Cassie, please apologize. You know how she hates this."

Cassie saw fury and hatred in her black-haired friend's eyes. "I'm so sorry, Domino. I promise to never say that they're good again."

Domino smiled - a little. She then turned to another console, expression was still sour. 

"Now you've done it, Cassiopeia." The third girl said, sliding next to Cassie.

"Stop calling my real name," Cassie said. "Would it be fun if I call you Esperanza, Perrie?"

The girl shrugged. "I don't. You, on the other hand..." Cassie growled as she gave Perrie some cash. "One Americano, please." She walked away.

Perrie smirked. "Always avoiding her problems. Classic Cassie."

Later on, it was time for them to go home. Perrie came in the bus last, bowing to a middle-aged lady with glasses. "Miss Zoe."

"You played very well in the tour. You know, I never told anyone, but the Queen of England is quite impressed with your skills. She said, 'The way that girl skillfully played the violin; it's like she's the incarnation of Orpheus.'"

"Thank you, Miss Zoe." Perrie bowed again. She had always been the gem in Duckburg Melodica Youth Symphony. Not to brag, but she was talented her age; even her uncle saw it, and the ever-miser still bought an expensive Cremona violin for her.

The bus drove everywhere, dropping the orchestra members to their home, until there was only Perrie, who got down the bus at the last stop. She reached a gate and buzzed an inter-com, saying, "It's me. I'm home." The gate swung open.

McDuck Manor has always been Perrie's blessing and curse. For one, it gave her sanctuary and every basic needs. On the other side, whenever people saw her got out of the mansion, they'd rush over and ask, "Are you a McDuck?" and they would also say, "The grandniece of the richest duck in the world must be really cool" or something else similar.

At least, all the commotions died off when people went off sticking to a new celebrity named Mark Beaks. And Perrie could get all the privacy she wanted.

She trudged until she reached the manor, sighing heavily as she walked, and suddenly - 

CRASH.

Perrie put up her guard immediately. She had a feeling that everyone wasn't at home, and there might be a robber within the kitchen. She took a dagger she had hid in the fruit bowl over the fireplace as a weapon. Brushing her hair away, she carefully opened the ajar door wider...

A familiar woman was sweeping the broken pieces of a bowl from the floor and threw it away in a bin, returning to chop celery after doing so. Perrie silently heaved a relieved sigh, and kept the sword in her pocket. She walked in. "Hello, Mrs. Beakley."

Beakley looked at Perrie's slight grey eyes - a trait she had inherited from her unknown father. It was filled with sincerity, determination, and kindness, which was pretty much her characteristics. 

"We're having steamed porridge with celery for dinner," Beakley said. "And onion soup for appetizer. I'm almost done with it."

Perrie scanned the kitchen like a shark looking for prey. Mrs. Beakley usually laid out 5 plates (for her, Scrooge, Beakley, Webby and her sister) but this time, there were three more.

"Guests?" Perrie asked. Beakley nodded. "Long story short, Donald brought his nephews here so he can go to his interview, and they're currently on an adventure with Mr. McDuck."

"And Webby?" Perrie asked, but immediately regretted it; the answer came to her mind. "Forget I asked that. Shouldn't you be worried? After all, you're super overprotective of her."

"I've tried calling her, but she lied saying she's visiting a friend." Beakley looked at her phone. "I suppose..."

Beakley and Perrie went to the docks once they heard news of Scrooge coming back. They were just in time to see a short, tubby man in Scottish attire being dragged away by a tentacle.

"Webby, Uncle Hampus," Beakley said, fists on her hips.

"Granny! How-" Webby began, but Beakley shut her off. "Dear, you are safer with Scrooge McDuck than being in Fort Knox. No more lies..." Webby looked up, her eyes sparkling in arising joy. "...and you can go on adventures anytime." The pink-clad girl gleefully hugged her grandmother.

"And boys, meet Perrie McDuck," Beakley said to three identical boys dressed in different outfits and the colors red, blue and green. "She's Scrooge's grandniece. Perrie, meet Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck respectively."

"Nice to meet you," Perrie said, holding out her hand, and each of them shook it. After that, they all went to an elderly man wearing a red shirt - Scrooge McDuck - and another unfamiliar duck in a black sailor getup except for Huey, who then said to Perrie, "I hope we can really understand each other real soon. Also, your British accent is nice."

"Same here, and thanks," Perrie answered. But just then, a huge explosion was seen just nearby. Everyone glared at Dewey, who replied, "Oops, I think I left the engine in the houseboat running."

Scrooge then suddenly said, "Er...I have a few dozen bedrooms in the mansion."

The boys gasped. "You mean...?" Dewey then did a victory dance, with a reporter saying, "And here you see now: Scrooge McDuck is back, with family in tow, solving mysteries and rewriting history."

In her room, Perrie clipped a picture of a pretty woman in her diary, and wrote:

Dear Diary, 

Today I met three boys named Huey, Dewey, and Louie. I'd admit, they're different, but they're still triplets...right?

There's something that tells me they might not know the whole thing about Mom...

Yay! The first chapter is done!! So, this is my first fanfiction, so I don't know if it's really boring or what. Also, I'm in Year 7, so my writing level should be in the seventh grade or even lower...but I want to say a few things:

1. I intend to write five seasons, the last two with my own fake episodes, some inspired by the DuckTales 2017 episodes.

2. There is not going to be any romantic relationships except for Scrooge x Goldie, and Donald x Daisy, and Della x OC. (Sorry to all those Debbigail, Huebby, Loubby, Huelet, or anything that involves the boys and Webby)

3. The characters - except for my OC Perrie - does not belong to me. They belong to Disney, and all credits go to them.

4. I might not update daily, but I'll try my best.