"Is she gone yet?" Lena asked as she transformed back into a shadow.

"Yeah, she is." Webby said as she left the window still.

"So you want to check this out?" Lena asked. "Maybe we could throw him out if he gets too dangerous."

"Please Lena, I'm capable of doing this. Nobody ever gives me a chance. Even if it's a small one."

"Sorry," Lena said, "Shall we carry on?"

Webby nodded as she began to go near the closet door. Her hand began to shake uncontrollably as she grasped the metal handle. Webby turned the knob as she slammed the door open.

The thief began to slide out, still unconscious and still. Webby leaned down and went down to his neck. She pressed two fingers and felt a small thump as it came up and down.

He still had a pulse.

"Well he's still alive that's for sure," Lena said. "So now what?"

Not a moment later, Webby and Lena both placed the duck in a chair, his wrists bounded with rope, his body bounded with Webby's hair, head slumped down but not entirely to cut the oxygen supply.

"Okay okay," Webby said. "We have a guy who we have no clue who he is, Aunt Magica will never listen and we have no idea," she picked up the crown and placed it in a small cabinet.

"There we go." She said.

A murmur came from the duck as he moaned in pain and sleepiness.

"Lena! Go back!" Webby said as she began to huddle near a corner, a fistful of chloroform cloth at her side just in case.

The one in the chair, whom we already introduced as Louie, lifted his head lazily as he tried to focus his eyes but couldn't.

Louie realized his wrists were bound to his chair and along with the fact the even weirder fact was that his chest was bound with hair!

"What the?" He said, struggling to get freed.

"Stay back," Webby said as she put on the bravest voice she can muster. "I'm armed and not afraid!"

"What do you.... Who are.... Step out here!" Louie yelled. "show yourself!"

Webby jumped out from a corner and came towards her foreign captive. Louie saw that this woman was more or less his age, a bit smaller but highly dangerous.

"Who are you," Webby said as she yanked the chair closer to her by her hair. "tell me now."

Louie looked up at her like she was insane and like he was actually going to identify himself.

"Oh this is so cute." Louie said as he tried to stall.

"What do you mean?" Webby tightening her grip on the chair. "I tried to strike fear into the enemy."

"Yeah right," he snickered until he didn't feel a bag right next to him.

"My bag.... Where's my bag?" He panicked as he looked around.

"Oh that one brown holding thing? Webby said. "yeah you're not going to find it anytime soon."

Louie looked at the way the young lady was looking and said. "it's in that cabinet isn't it?"
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Louie began to groan as he saw a silvery shadow behind that young lady.

"I don't know Lena! I hid it anywhere but he'll find it!" Webby exclaimed.

"Calm down Webby. It'll be fine..." Lena assured.

"Um hello I'm here?" Louie said.

The girls screamed as they saw their victim, now awake.

"Okay now it's in a place that you'll never find it!" Webby said, returning back.

Louie arched an eyebrow as he tried to look around. He had to admit that this place was pretty good for anything small to hide.

"Gah fine. Can you just let me out?"

"No," Webby said. "Because you're never going to find it anywhere anytime soon."

Louie looked around and saw a brown handle hanging over beneath another cabinet.

"It's over there." He said.
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Louie woke up again, fatigued from the fact he was hit in the head again and that the silvery shadow was still at him again.

"What the.... Can you please cut it out?" Louie said.

"Woah someone has an attitude right now," Lena said, elbowing Louie. "Webby can I make him pass out again?"

"No Lena don't. I need to ask him some questions." Webby said, up near the roof beams.

"Well go ahead, you took almost half of my day now." Louie grumbled.

"Actually, it's been only an hour." Lena said.

"Not important. Now you," Webby said, pointing at Louie as she came down. "Who told you where I lived? Angry sailors?"

"What no?" Louie said.

"Angry mob of sword horses?"

"Those aren't real things!" He protested.

"Look sir, I don't know who the duck you think you are..."

"The name's Louie Duck."

"Okay then, Louie. Why are you here? Is it for my hair?" Webby asked suspiciously.

"What no?" Louie said, utterly disgusted.

"Did you want to sell it? Chop it? Make it into a marionette hair doll?" She continued.

"I don't understand half of the words you have said! Look, I was chased, found the tower and I climbed it. It's called logic." He said.

"So you don't want her for her hair?" Lena asked.

"All I want is a way out." Louie muttered.

Webby and Lena both turned away.

"Lena, this could be my chance! I can sneak out, see that dust, and come back without triggering Aunt Magica that I've left." Webby said.

"Webs, I love you like my sister but honestly, that's a little too far. What happens if Magica comes home early..." Lena said.

"She's coming in a few days. My birthday is tomorrow! Plus, he's the only thing I have close to the real world." Webby whispered back.

Lena paused for a moment before slowly shaking her head in agreement.

"Okay Louie Duck," Webby said, hands sliding on the curve above the seat. "I have an order."

"Okay what is it pinky?" Louie snarked back.

"You will take me to the outside where I see this," Webby began to open her notebook to some sketches and words for the dust she'd been tracking for years. "Do you know what this is? It's always been happening in May."

"That's the powder from the fireworks in honor of the lost princess of Duckburg." Louie said.

"Powder, dust, same thing." Lena said.

"Okay, I need you to take me to see that powder in person." Webby said.

"Are you crazy? I'm like the most wanted duck over there by now! I can't go back prancing around in the open!" Louie said, in disbelief.

"See I told you this was a bad idea." Lena whispered.

Webby ignored her as she tipped Louie in his chair. She looked at him, square in the eye as she told him in a cold, harsh voice that would have made Magica proud.

"Look, I don't care whether you are popular or not but if you don't take me there, you will never see that precious bag of yours. Ever." Webby threatened.

Louie looked at her, unconvinced at her threat.

"I keep my promises. If you hold your end of the deal, I'll keep mine. You take me to see the powder, I'll give you your bag." Webby continued.

Lena nodded as she mouthed, "She really does."

Louie groaned. If this was the only way, he might as well do it.

"Fine," he said. "I'll do it."

"Really!" Webby said, jumping up and down, not realizing that she let the chair fall over.

"Owww," Louie groaned. "I think you broke me in... Everything."

"Hehe. Sorry about that!" Webby said, sheepishly.