It was a bright, sunny morning at McDuck Manor, and all the kids were busily filling their backpacks, packing their lunches, and getting dressed. What was today's big adventure? Investigating haunted houses? Fighting evil shark monsters underwater? Stealing gold and marshmallow cereal from leprechauns and making fun of their height and red hair? No. They were going to... Their first day of school!

  As Huey was fixing up his lunch (he'd already packed up his school supplies and cleaned all of his red polos and blue neckties), he thought, Man, this is gonna be awesome! I can't wait! Yay! At the same time, though, he was thought, Should I really be wearing this? Are polos and ties considered cool?

  Meanwhile, Dewey was getting his backpack ready and thinking, Wait'll the kids hear about all the awesome stuff that we did over the summer, but also thinking, What if none of them believe me?  Will they think I'm lying or crazy?

  Louie was combing his hair, putting on his Cool Casanova Cologne, and practicing his flirting. The front of his mind said, Aw yeah, that's what the girls like. They won't be able to resist me, but the back was saying, Aw man! There's gonna so much school work!

  All the while, Webby was brushing her hair and getting dressed. There were a few things on her mind: Oh my gosh! I can't believe I'm actually going to a real public school with my three best friends! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! and Will the other kids like me? Should I just hang with the triplets?

  Once they were all ready, they headed into the car with Donald, who didn't have any trust in Launchpad to drive the kids to school alive. As they drove, Webby was fangirling about being driven to public school by her favorite adventuring hero, and the boys were having a conversation with each other:

  "Hey, what clubs are you guys gonna be in?" Dewey started things off.

  "Cooking," Louie answered, "at least one of us should be good at cooking, and it's definitely not gonna be Huey."

  While Huey was somewhat offended by this remark, he still happily responded, "Well, I'm gonna be in Student Council, the Math Club, and the Yearbook committee! Congratulations, Dewford. When you get your copy, it'll have your name printed correctly."

  Dewey smiled and said, "Thanks, Huey. I'm gonna be in Dance, Mechanics, and Drama."

  Eventually, the car came to a stop, and the kids got out. They knew that there was no turning back now, so they went in...