Opal was hit back by gravity as they hit two trees and almost a bus.

"Does he always do that!?" she screamed.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby nodded. They casually sat like everything was normal but they had three layers of seat belts.

"I just takes time to get used to! Believe me once you get used to it, the better!"Dewey hollered as they got another tree hit.

It took two hours of driving of terror until they reached a small dust town. It was more than 80 degrees and a tumbleweed tumbled by.

Opal got out of the car and a gust of wind came to her face. The wind came down to her skirt so she pulled it down more. The air was warm and cool but made her cough as well.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby got out and went next to Opal.

"So this is Dawson." Opal said wistfully.

"Yup. The place of the 1897 Gold Rush. Place where your mother and father met." Webby said, showing her around.

"So Scrooge could be most likely with Goldie here but where?" Louie said.

They heard loud yelling and banging everywhere from two places down the general store. They followed it to see a grand place, size of a large house. The sign said "Blackjack Ballroom.''

"Well this must be the place." Huey said, peering at the sign.

Opal's hands fidgeted. This was it. She was finally going to see her parents after a long time.

Her thoughts were broken after more yelling. What if they didn't remember her? What if they were a lot different from when she was a child? What if she was different? What if they didn't love her anymore?

Dewey sensed Opal's fear. "Dude, don't worry. Though I'm rare being shy to meeting new people, I sometimes have a twinge of fear but don't worry. They'll love you. Like who doesn't like their own daughter?"

Dewey paused for a nanosecond, thinking about his mother but pushed it aside. Not now. Maybe later.

Opal smiled. "Ya really think?"

Dewey nodded. "Positive."

She took a small breath and entered the door slowly. The Ballroom was full of people but they were the noise they heard.

"Guys, ye should stay here, ah can't risk you guys in here." she said.

They nodded but they were going to just stay here and not know about the fate of their cousin.

"Guy's lets go to the back. Maybe we can get the details there." Dewey said.

"If there's one reason I'm going there is because I'm going to get a photo of all of this." Louie said, holding his phone up.

"We can hide inside near that crate." Huey pointed. They ran and ducked behind the crate.

"Remember guys. Total silence. Nobody should know we're here. Including you Webby." Dewey said.
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Opal walked through the ballroom. The taste of food and whiskey was everywhere and it wasn't the ballroom. It was the people here.

"Hey pretty lady? Wanna drink?"

"Hey beautiful, take a seat!"

"Wanna hang out?"

A drink? A seat? Beautiful? How can people say stuff like that when she isn't very pretty herself? She wasn't very used to flattery due to being called ugly and stuck in a girl's home.

She walked quickly into the back of the ballroom. She saw in one corner were extra supplies and the other a small door where as she came closer, the noise got louder. She began to pull the door slowly.

She opened it slowly as she heard one thing from a male voice.

"Its about Opal!"

She gasped and closed the door but quietly so she wouldn't ruin things.

She couldn't hear anything else but low whispers and a small cry from a woman. She heard the words 'failure' and 'taken away' and more silent sobs and pauses.

She felt a twinge inside her. She can't just barge in like that unexpectedly. Plus she doesn't even know who is even in there.

Then she heard the name Scrooge and small hints of Goldie as well. Her heart pounded. Her parents were talking about her.

She circled her hand around the door knob but unknown to her, Scrooge was doing the same thing with Goldie. They were going to find out what happened to her. Dead or alive.

The doorknob jiggled like it was jammed.

"Curse me kilts what's wrong with the doorknob!" Scrooge muttered.

"Ugh this knob always jam up and I just got it fixed! Here let me handle it." Goldie said. She grunted at she tried to pull it.

At the same time, Opal was pulling back as well, using her strength to unlock it as well.

Both ladies struggled at opening it and both didn't know what was in store for any of them.

Opal and Goldie both let go and decided on the count of three to open it up.

"One... Two.... Three.."

Opal opened the door and staggered back into a bag of flour, which covered most of her face. She faintly saw the two people's face and she didn't even get a good look at them.

Goldie nor Scrooge saw the young adult-teen's face.

"Sorry lassie. Ah didn't mean to tumble ya over." Scrooge said, lending his hand down to Opal.

"No that's fine sir. Ah should.
have know where Ae was going." Opal said, dusting her clothes.

Scrooge froze for a moment. A Scottish accent in Dawson was pretty rare.

"Ugh here let me help." Goldie said as she began to help Opal up.

"Thank ya miss."

Goldie also froze in the middle of helping her. That accent was very vague but familiar in her mind and it wasn't Scrooge's.

Opal began to wipe her face as Goldie helped her up. As Scrooge and Goldie gasped at what they saw.

A young lady with pretty green eyes and bushy whisker like hair stood before them. Opal also looked at her two look a likes.

They all took a step towards each other. Goldie reached her hand out towards Opal's face. Opal seemed a bit taller than Goldie and more or less the same height as Scrooge. Her face was soft like velvet and downy like it used to be and it still was.

Scrooge still didn't say anything. He looked at her neck and began to unclasped the necklace.

"Goldie...." he said, without any breath. "The necklace. The eyes. The hair..."

"Opal....." Goldie said, one tear streaming down her right eye.

Opal's eyes swarmed with tears, sniffed and nodded. "Yes it's me."

Goldie began to clutch her daughter, like a treasure that she'll never let go, into a big hug. Opal was taken aback but finally embraced her mother.

Opal looked at Scrooge and held her hand out. His eyes filled with tears as he held it and Opal gave a huge tug in and made him collapse into the hug as well.

The three hugged like no one has ever had. It took over a century and decades to get them together and they finally did.

Opal took in a shaky breath as they all took a look at each other. Scrooge's eyes were full of tears and his glasses were fogged up. Goldie hadn't shed much of a tear but her eyes were full of happiness to be sad.

"Ah believe this is yours." Scrooge handed back the necklace and again, clasped it around her neck.

Opal sniffed as she felt the cool chain against her skin. Scrooge smiled as he began to embrace her. His daughter was finally home.

"Mama. Papa." she whispered as she kissed each of their foreheads.

"This is so cute! I can't bear it anymore!"

The moment was ruined as Webby was sobbing her eyes out.

"Webby!" the boys hissed as they were revealed.

"Guys I know yer in there." Opal said as she took Scrooge's cane and tapped the box.

The boys and Webby all tripped out of the crate, all falling one by one like dominos.

"Great, we've been found." Dewey pouted.

"Hey don't sweat," Louie said. "I got a video and pictures to go along."

"You what?" Goldie asked, her eyes widening.

"Um race everyone back to the limo!" Louie yelled and everyone ran after him.

The three adults laughed as they saw the kids leave. Scrooge held to Opal's right hand and Goldie held onto Opal's left. They both kissed Opal's forehead as they left the room together as a family.

As they came into the limo, Opal squeezed each of her parents hands and held them tightly.

She knew who she was now. The daughter of Scrooge McDuck and Goldie O'Gilt. The King of the Klondike and The Ice Queen of Dawson. She was half Scottish but had a very strong accent. She was pretty no matter if she can or can't pull down the whiskers.

She was never going to forget the day she found out who she was.

She sat down in the middle of her parents as they headed towards the mansion.

"Promise ta not let me go?" she asked as she looked at her parents.

Scrooge nodded as he looked to Goldie as she began the same response as Scrooge.

Opal fell asleep after almost hitting a tractor like everything was normal again. Scrooge held on tightly as Goldie did the same.

As they hit a stop light, Scrooge looked at Goldie with gleaming eyes as he gave her a small kiss on her forehead and relaxed on her shoulder.

"She's back Goldie. We have her back again."

Goldie nodded.

They finally had their daughter back and they were going to never let her go.
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A/N: And this is the end of our story. Thank you for the people who suggested it and loved it. Thank you so much and peace!