Webby began to whip her hair at a group of Beagles as she knocked them out. She grabbed her frying pan and placed it out like a sword.

"Which one of you is next?" Webby said, making threats to the entire family.

The Sixth Avenue Meanies came up, pressing their fists into their other fists. Webby tried to disable the arms but was unable.

Louie, Webby, and Lena were all backed up against the fence and having nowhere to go. They were trapped.

"Don't you have any idea what you have just done?" One said.

Louie nodded. "Uh I see we knocked out...."

"Thank you!" They cried.

"Um can anyone explain the sudden plot twist going on?" Lena asked, as she was also confused.

"So you're thanking us for knocking out your mother?" Webby said.

"Well yeah, she was pretty much taking over us but now we can take care of things ourselves."

"Totally," a Longboard Taquito said. "My clique and I always wanted to open our own skatepark and sell taquitos but, Ma thought that idea was useless."

"I've always wanted to open a little flower shop. The ones that can flower beautifully and can go to contest!" Another added.

"I've wanted to paint art!"

"I wanna be a pilot!"

"Explore the world!"

"Start a band!"

Soon the junkyard erupted into everyone telling their wildest desires beyond the imagination. Because they knew nothing can stop them now.

"So what's yer dream?" One asked Webby.

"Well, I've always wanted to see the floating dust in the sky! You see they always come out my birthday and I want to see them up close!" Webby said in a daze like dream.

"That's a pretty one!" One exclaimed.

"And what about you?" Another asked Louie.

"Me? Get a private ship with a boat load of cash and a crown." Louie said. "Nothing much really."

The Beagle Boys frowned as they turned their backs on Louie.

"What? Wasn't that good enough?" Louie exclaimed.

"That's pretty much on the 'not even close to a dream' scale." Lena said.

Soon, the gate came down as a patrol of DNG guards came. Hundreds coming in by tens and soon, the entire junkyard was surrounded.

"Where's Louie Duck!" One of the officers yelled. "We're gonna have to turn the place upside down if we have to!"

As more officers came, Big Time, Bouncer and Burger all came in, wearing cuffs and surrounded by another group of rookie officers.

"Hey! There he is! With that girl and a ghost!" Big Time yelled as Louie, Webby, and Lena hid behind some tin piles.

"Oh now we're enemies!?" Louie yelled.

"Get them!"

Both Beagle Boys and officers alike went after the trio. Webby began to bring out her frying pan and bash the household item it all over their heads. Lena began to distract them by appearing out of nowhere and then a slam in the face.

"Louie! See if you can find a way out!" Webby yelled. "I'll hold them off!"

Louie began to run to the other side of the junkyard, unnoticed and began to look around. Police cars were all around and even if they did escape, someone was bound to capture him for a bounty and Webby and Lena would be forced back home or worse.

Louie walked to the back of the fence when he felt something below ground level that almost made him trip. There was a tarp underneath his feet and as he pulled it back, he felt a hand tug on the hood of his vest.

"No so fast Louie."

Louie looked up and saw Agnes behind him, clutching his hood without any speck of letting it go.

"Hey Agnes! How's everything going?" Louie said as he began to talk.

"You know you're trapped."

"Yep."

"And under arrest?"

"Knew it since day one."

"And there's no way out?"

"Oh I wouldn't say that if I were you."

"Wait what?" But before Agnes could even process it Louie began to grab a hard, metal pole and tried to attack.

With a swift move Agnes began to pull her pistol and sword from their sheaths and aim towards Louie. They both ducked, lunged, and tried to aim for each other but seemingly, it didn't work.

Clashes, clangs, punches and gun shots came across the Junkyard like a mine field explosion but instead of kills, there were for captures. Hungry for justice, freedom, escaping, or all of the above.

Webby began her last full off roundhouse kick as the last of her adversaries were knocked out, on the hard ground.

"Well, that's the last of them." Lena said, brushing some dirt off.

"All we need to do is find Louie." Webby said. "and fast too."

"Well how are we supposed to find him. It's a sea of red!" Lena exclaimed.

Soon enough, Webby heard grunts near the west side of the junkyard.

Louie and Agnes began to get weaker as they both knew this can't carry on but they have reasons to keep going. Agnes wanted to bring this thief to justice. Louie just wanted to live and get the heck out if there.

"Okay can we just call a break or draw? We can't carry on!" Louie said, panting as he went a little bit slower.

"As much as I want to," Agnes said, blocking the metal pole. "I. Can't. Stop!"

With one slash of her sword, it ripped through Louie's hoodie vest on his right arm and tore right through the skin. The wine red blood spilt through as Louie fell to his knees and screamed in angst and pain.

"Oh my gosh I just killed a person!" Agnes explained horrified. She sword and pistol both fell to the ground.

"Killed isn't the right word...." Louie grunted as he clutched his arm, holding back streams of hot tears.

"Louie!"

Louie barely looked up as he felt something wrap his ankle and pulled him away from the head guard.

"Bye bye Agnes!" Louie said as he waved his left arm and was pulled away.

Webby heaved her hair as she pulled Louie. Once he got there, he looked up and smiled.

"You're full of surprises aren't you?" He said.

"Yeah I guess. Now come on, we have to get out of here." Webby said.

"But how?" Lena asked. "we are literally surrounded by Beagles and officers. Who knows how long they'll be here!"

"Hey, I found a hidden door near where I was fighting Agnes. It's a long story but maybe we can get through there." Louie said.

"Lead us there.... Oh my gosh what happened to your arm!" Webby asked.

"Another long story. Look the coast is clear. We have to go now!"

Webby began to gather her hair and began to grab Louie by his non injured arm and his right leg and began to fireman carry him towards the hiding place.

They all looked around and saw officers taking on Beagles but not even close to catching Louie.

"Dang it looks like they're after the Beagle Boys and not him." Lena said.

"Let's go before anything else happens. Who knows what might happen." Webby said.

Lena began to pull the tarp back, revealing a trap door large enough for three people. There were stairs, sturdy and strong, like someone used them before. Webby began down the stairs with Louie hoisted on her back and Lena was behind them. She closed the door and came with them.

Down the tunnel, it was pitch black. There was nothing to see but everyone else's eyes. Now, auditory hearing was crucial standard at this point.

"Webby? Lena? Where are you!"

"Oww you're on my foot Lena!"

"How can I be stepping on your foot if I'm a shadow?"

"Ugh it's no use," Louie said. "it's too dark and my phone is low on battery to use the flashlight."

"Well now what?" Lena asked.

Webby was quiet. She could feel a small sliver of hope that this can work but was unsure. What if someone from above saw? What if Louie freaks out?

Well, she's going to have to suck it up anyways.

Life is like a hurricane,
Here in, Duckburg

White rays began to streak down the roots of her hair as it streamed down to the ends of the massive flop.

Race cars, lasers, aeroplane's
It's a duck blur!

Louie's eyes widened in astonishment as it lead down to the narrow exit. Like a guide to his conscience.

"Look over there! There's a tunnel. It should lead us to the exit!" Lena exclaimed. "Webs keep singing!"

Might solve a mystery
Or rewrite history
DuckTales Woo hoo!

As the incantation went on, dirt from the above was coming down and as the tunnels got narrower, they had to start crawling on their knees and soon their stomachs.

Louie tried to open the latch but it was mounted shut with rocks and debris from above. Pebbled began to hit them on their backs as they felt like the earthly walls were going to close them in and swallow them whole.

"Oh god we're gonna die here!" Louie cried.

"Let me at it!" Lena grumbled. She began to hold out her arm and closed her eyes. Her body began to glow a shade that was a mix of pink and red. Her shadow eyes turned white as the latch began to snap, opening them up to the outside world.

"C'mon let's get out of here before the tunnel collapse!"

As all three came out, their clothes, faces, and bodies were covered in dirt. Plain, rich dirt from the ground. In Lena's case, she was all ashy gray, despite of her ritual she'd performed.

"Oh boy that's going to be a problem." Louie said referring to his clothes. He began to wince as the pain in his arm got worse. The cut was deep, penetrating the skin and possibly muscles. There was no way this was going to last.

"There's no doctors around aren't there?" Louie asked.

"Doctors?" Webby asked. "What are those?"

"They help you when you're sick." Louie said.

"Oh healers! No. Aunt Magica said they live far away."

"Crap." He whispered. He remembered when Huey told him if a major cut was not treated, it can get infected and amputation could be put into place and he could lose his arm.

"Hey Louie," Webby said, cutting into Louie's thoughts. "About my hair..."

"Yeah it glows. You showed me when we were back in that tunnel."

"Yeah but it doesn't just glow."

Louie began to look at Lena, who had a smug grin etched on her face.

"Wait what?"
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Sirens wailed in the distance as Magica came closer to the Junkyard. Radios went off as many officers were there.

"Drat," she whispered. "They'll recognize me when I stole the princess."

She began to raise her hands and a golden light came.

Mixti maxti metamorphitti mirl!
Change into an ordinary girl!

In an instant, Magica morphed into a simple, honest lass who had blonde hair, pulled back into a ponytail bun. Her eyes were covered behind large, red sunglasses. She had a large green trench coat with a black top underneath.

"Magica you have out done yourself!" She said to herself as she admired herself from each angle.

Magica began to walk down where new vans and more officers began to arrive by the second.

"Oh my what happened here!" Magica said as she walked down to the scene.

"Ma'am, I believe you must go back. This is a crime scene." A guard said as her brown hair bounced at every word she said.

"Oh I am so sorry..."

"Agnes, head guard and captain of the DNG."

"I'm Matilda. So what happened here exactly?" She asked.

"The thief Louie Duck that's what! He stormed through the junkyard, caused chaos and then fled. Or that's what the Beagle Boys said but I don't trust them." Agnes said.

"Louie Duck you said?"

"He and a possible accomplice who caused this. We're unsure who though."

"What did she looked like?"

"Long hair that was like over the average. It was like she never had even cut it in her life."

That got Magica. She knew automatically, that it was her Webbigail.

"Thank you Miss Agnes." And with that, Magica left the scene.

Magica began to change back into herself when the coast became clear. Her honest girl mask changed back into that selfish witch.

"Must have escaped but to where..." She froze as she heard some rustling in the bushes, too large for a wild boar.

Three Beagles ran out, the original classics, she believed. If she can make some type of alliance with them, maybe they can get her Webby back.

"Oh hello there!" Magica rang out.

Big Time turned around and snarled "What do you want? Turn us in, get rewarded?"

Magica chuckled. "Oh no you have it all wrong! I'm here to help you get the person who betrayed you for the crown."

She began to hold a crumpled piece of paper in her hands, showing the picture and print.

Big Time looked back at his brothers. His eyes narrowed. What's the catch?

"Nothing. I'm just helping." Magica said.

The brothers looked at each other and were unsure. How can they trust her when they don't even know her? Can they even trust her?

Big Time sighed as he extended his hand, and shook the witches hand.