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Sitting down in one of the submarine's seats, I hear Scrooge talking to Uncle Donald over the phone. He had to go above the sub to get service.

I hear him say to Uncle Donald, "I run a multi-trillion dollar business. I can handle a few juveniles for the weekend. You just focus on this new job of yours, and Izzy can help me watch the boys. Besides, I've got a pretty low key day planned."

I snicker a little bit at his last sentence. I saw a blue blur moving in the corner of my vision, and turn my head to see Dewey climbing up the ladder to the top of the sub. He sneaks a peek at me, and I shake my head, trying to warn him not to do what I already knew he'd do. He rolled his eyes and continued climbing the ladder, determination written on his face, and I let out a sigh.

Once he got to the top, I heard him shout, "Hoist the mast sail! Other boat words! To Atlantis! Dive, dive!"

Scrooge covered the receiver on the phone so Uncle Donald couldn't hear what Dewey yelled.

He yelped, "No, wait!"

Launchpad only listened to Dewey, though, replying, "Aye, aye."

He dove the submarine into the water, not noticing that the hatch Dewey and Scrooge had gone through was open.

Scrooge yelled, "Launchpad, the hatch! Stop the-"

Water started seeping into the sub before he could finish his sentence, gurgling a bit at the end when water got into his mouth. Louie and Webby started using the pump floor drain, pumping the water out of the sub.

Scrooge quickly closed the hatch before any more water got in, and tossed his phone to Louie, saying in an annoyed voice, "Talk to your uncle."

Louie started lying, "Hey Uncle Donald. Nope, yeah, pretty boring. We napped rubbed ointment on our joints, old people stuff."

I rolled my eyes and walked over to them to try to grab the phone.

Webby exclaimed, "What about the dragon? And the plane crash? And-"

Louie interrupted her, "Whoops, 3pm, time for dinner. Bye!"

Webby glared at Louie as he tossed the phone over to me. I fumbled a bit before catching it, walking over to Scrooge and giving him his phone back.

He turned to Launchpad and asked, "Launchpad, have you ever piloted a sub before?"

Launchpad responded, "I sunk a helicopter in a wave pool once. Same thing?"

I esclaimed, incredulously, "How is that, in any way, the same thing? They're not even remotely similar!"

Scrooge shrugged and responded, "Eh, I've done more with less. No matter, I'm back!" He suddenly struck a heroic pose before continuing, "Uncharted territory, bold new discoveries-"

Huey interrupted him, shouting, "Travel bingo!"

He had on a new shirt, one that he had made specially for this trip. It was red, and had a picture of the submarine we're in right now on front of it.

Huey continued with enthusiasm, "I love road trips! I've got snacks, a playlist of tradition sea shanties, matching family road trip shirts!"

He pulled a shirt that matched his own over Scrooge, handing one to me, this one being orange.

I asked him while putting on the shirt, "When did you have time to make these?"

Before he could answer, Scrooge pulled the shirt Huey put on him off, saying, "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but there's no time."

Huey responded, "But according to the travel itinerary-"

Dewey interrupted him, tearing up Huey itinerary as he exclaims, "Booooo! Adventure isn't about planning, it's about doing!" He walked over to Scrooge, asking, "So, what can I be in charge of?"

I walked away, heading over to where Huey was. I handed him a copy of his travel itinerary, something I always had copies of. Dewey usually destroyed at least one copy of Huey's travel itineraries. Because of this, I always made sure to have a few copies. He gave me a small smile, and I ruffled his hair. We both turned to face Scrooge and Dewey. I saw Dewey being placed into a seat, and buckled down by seatbelts, and heard Scrooge chuckle and walk back to Launchpad.

Huey and I walked over to Dewey, and heard him say, "Ha, good one. Class Scrooge-Dewey banter; the seasoned but tired explorer passing the torch to his cocky young successor."

Huey said as he fixed his hair, "I'm pretty sure he called me Herbert once."

I added, "To be fair, that is close to your full name."

Dewey responded, "Don't be ridiculous. Hey, Scrooge. When are we going to set sail, Scrooge?"

Scrooge distractedly responds, "In a moment, Sonny Jim."

Dewey crosses his arms, disappointed.

Huey holds up a blue family road trip shirt for him, and Dewey says, "I will cram it down your throat."

I give Huey a little pat on the shoulder, comforting him. Louie and Webby walk over to us, apparently done with draining the water.

Louie exclaims, "Guys, lighten up. We're on a deep sea expedition with Scrooge McDuck!"

Scrooge then stood up, done with what he was doing. Apparently, he was making a map for Launchpad to follow to Atlantis.

He set the map down next to Launchpad, and told him, "Mr. McQuack, chart a course." He turned back to me and the kids, exclaiming, "Next stop, the Lost City of Atlantis!" The kids and I whooped, but Scrooge continued, "In about sixteen hours!"

My face dropped, and I saw the kid's faces drop too before Huey perked up a bit, exclaiming, "Shanty time!"

He pulls out his radio and plays his playlist of sea shanties. I fall asleep for a few hours, only to wake up suddenly to some monster attacks, one after another. The kids and I lay on the floor of the submarine as Scrooge picks up his map. Apparently, Dewey changed Scrooge's carefully thought-out plan, making it go through all those creature's paths, claiming that it would be faster. Scrooge erased Dewey's dumb path and re-drew his original path.

As he was doing that, he muttered, "You kids will be the death of me."

Dewey got annoyed at that, shooting up from the floor and yelling, "Dewey! Dewey will be the death of you!"

I mutter, still laying on the floor and trying to catch my breath, "That's not exactly something to aspire to, Dew. Just relax."

Huey stood up and headed to the bathroom, yelling out suddenly when he saw a mer-creature in there.

He walked over to Scrooge, asking, "Could we make a pit stop? I'd use the bathroom but it's... um... occupied."

He showed Scrooge by opening the bathroom door, revealing the mer-creature. He struggled with it, eventually getting the door shut again.

Scrooge exclaimed in response, "For the love of- It's the middle of the ocean! There are no pit stops."

Launchpad then asked, "How about that conspicuously unmarked tanker?"

I blinked a few times in confusion, then stated, "I guess that works."

We headed up into the tanker to use the bathroom, leaving Launchpad in the sub. I stayed behind a bit to make sure that it was tied properly to the deck, then followed the kids inside. We all used the bathroom, and headed back to the sub, falling asleep once again.

After a few more hours in the sub, Scrooge woke us up with his monologuing, "The Drake Barrier Reef. Powerful currents make it nearly impossible to navigate, but on that rare occasion when snow falls above the reef, the currents cool, allowing safe passage to..."

He looked at the kids, seeing that I was the only one semi-awake. I tapped Louie on his shoulder, waking him up.

He asked tiredly, "Are we there yet?"

Scrooge responded, "I was just trying to-"

Dewey shot awake, exclaiming, "Right side, or the left side?"

Scrooge tried to tell his speech again, "Would you just let me-"

Dewey interrupted him again, pointing out the window and shouting, "Look! There that thing is! We found it!"

I looked out the window after he said that, and was able to focus on a building. It looked... odd to say the least, but I couldn't understand why. The boys and I continued staring out the window, oohing and ahhing.

Scrooge was annoyed with our antics and said, "Yes, good, Atlantis." He began to mock us a little, "'Ohh', 'Ahh', Thanks for spoiling the moment."

Dewey then spotted something, saying, "The whole place is upside down!"

I looked closer, and sure enough, it was.

Scrooge also looked out the window, exclaiming in confusion, "Huh. Well, that's a new one."

Launchpad brought the sub into Atlantis, parking it. I stayed behind a bit again to make sure it was tied up properly, then helped Launchpad out, and we both walked over to Scrooge and the kids. Scrooge seemed to be running off and yelling something, so Launchpad, the kids, and I all started to chase him.

I asked between wheezing breaths, "Dewey?"

The kids all responded in unison, "Dewey."

We finally caught up to Scrooge and Dewey, seeing Dewey sitting on the floor crooslegged, his arms crossed.

Scrooge exclaimed, "Lad! I thought the traps would get you for sure!"

Dewey pointed up, leading our view to the ceiling. There were freakin' buzzsaws on the ceiling!

Dewey stood up, and Scrooge said to him, "From now on, don't touch anything!"

We all started walking, Dewey in the front. He had his arms crossed, and kicked a rock. The rock ricocheted off the wall and hit a button on the ceiling.

I shout, "Oh, come on!"

I pull the kids out of the way as a panel opens on the ceiling, releasing snakes. Launchpad was unfortunately unable to get out of the way in time, and a bunch of snakes landed on him, biting him.

I exclaimed, to no one in particular, "How are they alive?!"

Scrooge cracks his back and murmurs, "Maybe Atlantis was an ambitious first outing."

Webby nervously answered a call from Mrs. Beakley on her phone, saying, "Hi again, Granny. Still at a friend's house. Her name? Sub... ina! A totally real name for a definately real person."

She ended the call and Louie says, "Eh, good try."

I asked, "Is it though? Why is she even lying to Mrs. B in the first place?"

Louie shrugged, and responded, "Meh. It's better than her other attempts."

I was about to say something else, but Lauchpad walked back over to us. He was covered in snakes, and struggling to stay upright.

Huey walked up to him, and asked, "Launchpad, are you okay?"

Launchpad responded, "A little snake venom nev... er..."

He started trailing off, and slumping over.

I poked him in the shoulder, and he suddenly shot up, shouting, "Hi, nice to meet you! I'm everybody's friend!"

He flopped over onto the ground, landing on Huey. The poor kid started screaming. I tried to pull Huey out from under Launchpad while Webby and Louie pulled on Launchpad. We were eventually able to free Huey and get Launchpad standing, and walked forward, catching up to Dewey and Scrooge. They were on the other side of a large chasm, a broken rope bridge falling toward our side.

Scrooge muttered something to Dewey, then called out to the rest of us, "You five find another way around. We're going to..."

He looks behind him, and sees Dewey climbing down. Scrooge muttered something to himself, then followed Dewey. Huey found a rope and we all climbed down one at a time. As I began climbing down, Launchpad fell, and grabbed Webby's phone. I heard him say something in... Swedish, I think? I don't think I want to know. As I reached the ground, a short duck with a grey beard and wearing Scottish clothes walked over to us. He was holding a large red jewel, and had three body guards behind him.

He told them, "Take them down."

He ran past us, and his bodyguards started fighting us.

Soon, I heard Uncle Donald call out, "Huey and Louie!... are doing okay."

I looked and saw Uncle Donald standing nervously next to Scrooge and Dewey, who were carrying a huge, glowing blue jewel.

Scrooge asked, "Wait, where's Glomgold?"

I asked, "Who?"

One of the bodyguards' walkie talkie started speaking, the same voice as the duck holding the red jewel from earlier.

The voice said, "Hey, team. Wanted to thank you for keeping Scrooge's kin busy while I escape with the jewel, and blow up Atlantis with my most hated rival inside."

The bodyguard whose walkie talkie spoke responded into it, speaking in a Slavic(?) accent, "But I thought employees were greatest treasure of all!"

The duck whom I assumed was Glomgold exclaimed back through the walkie talkie, "Don't be ridiculous. Treasure is the greatest adventure of all, that's why it's called treasure. Glomgold out!"

That sure stopped the fight quick.

Scrooge stated, "We have to go. Now."

The kids, Uncle Donald, Launchpad, and Scrooge, and I started heading back towards the sub, but one of the bodyguards grabbed Uncle Donald's shoulder, turning him around to face her.

She said, "Mr. Duck. Could we, uh, maybe... bum a ride with you?"

Uncle Donald reluctantly nodded and the bodyguards followed us to the sub.

Once inside, Scrooge turned to Dewey and said, "That was some quick thinking. You just may be an adventurer yet, Dewey."

Dewey was happy that Scrooge finally used his name, and hugged him. It was a long ride back to Duckburg. When we resurfaced, approaching the dock, we saw Glomgold giving a speech to the press, holding up his jewel. Scrooge opened the hatch, holding up his own jewel.

We heard Glomgold say, "Ladies and gentlemen of the press. It is with great pride that I, Flintheart Glomgold, present-"

Scrooge interrupted him as we passed, stopping at the dock just past Glomgold, "The Jewel of Atlantis!"

The press turned towards Scrooge, opting to interview him instead, bombarding him with questions. Scrooge held up his hand, silencing them.

He stated, "An efficient, clean source of energy that could power Duckburg for fifty years. Courtesy of your friends at McDuck Water & Electric."

He took a bow, and climbed down to the dock, Launchpad, the kids, and I joining him soon after.

The reporter lady asked him, "Mr. McDuck, how do you respond to claims by other Scottish billionaires that they have the real jewel?"

Scrooge looked at Glomgold, then back to the reporter, stating, "That bauble? It's nice, but it's obviously super cursed."

A giant tentacle came out of the water, grabbing Glomgold and pulling him under the sea. Mrs. Beakley pushed through the crowd, and right up to Launchpad and Webby, talking to them. I was in a conversation with Uncle Donald, Scrooge, and the boys.

Scrooge started, "Now, Donald. Don't-"

Uncle Donald interrupted him, saying, "Stop. I admit I'm a little overprotective."

Louie and I asked in unison, "A little?"

Uncle Donald continued, "No matter what Izzy or I do, these boys will get into trouble. So maybe, you can teach them how to get out of trouble." The boys looked incredulously at Uncle Donald, then he continued, "It might be okay if the kids see you every once in a while. Sometimes, like birthdays, or federal holidays. Nothing too-"

He was interrupted by an explosion behind him. We all looked at the house boat, which was currently releasing dark smoke, then looked at Dewey, annoyed looks on our faces.

He looked sheepish, and said, "Ooh, I may have left the engine running in the houseboat."

I whisper-yelled, "May have? May have?!"

Scrooge looked at us kids, stating, "I may have a dozen or so spare bedrooms in the mansion."

The boys, Webby, and I all whooped.

The reporter lady returned, stating into the camera, "And there you have it Reclusive adventure capitalist Scrooge McDuck is back, with family in tow. Solving mysteries, and rewriting history."

The boys and I packed up our stuff from the houseboat, and maving it into our soon-to-be rooms. The boys shared one room that had a triple bunk bed, and I took the room next to them. After about a week of packing up and moving our stuff, we finally had everything moved into our new rooms in the mansion, and we started to clean out the garage.

That night, I felt a duckling crawl into bed with me, laying next to me. I turned around and saw Louie. He'd often have trouble sleeping, especially in new places, so he often slept with me or Uncle Donald. He snuggled up next to me, getting comfortable. I gave him a little hug, and we both fell asleep.

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