How?
How was it that this group of criminals could actually best Uncle Scrooge, Webby, Mrs. Beakley, practically all of the McDucks, and steal from them without repercussions nor failure? That was Louie's initial thoughts, being the same as his family's. At least, they were until he found out just how big, wealthy, and powerful the Toppat Clan was. Then, he felt he would fit in perfect there. I mean, what not to like? They seemed to prefer cunning over brute strength. They had immense power and skill. And most of all, no hard work!

"I can smell the gold already! Heheh!" Louie said as he laid out his plan to find one of them, and ask to join. Certainly if he could prove his skills, they'd take him in, right? "And best of all, nobody kno-"

"Hey Louie! What's up!?" Asked a cheerful pink duckling from behind him.

"Oh boy..." Louie sighed, as now this could be a problem. He turned around with a smile, trying to hide being nervous. "Hey, Webs. Why are you here?"

"Uncle Scrooge and the boys are going on an adventure, and wanted me to ask you if you wanted to go. Hey, what's all this?"

"Oh, uh, this stuff?" As he hastily pushes it behind his back to try and hide it. "Nothing, nothing at all... Just uh, just tell them I'll skip this one out, okay?"

Webby approaches him as, seeing some stuff she recognizes, pushes him aside to get a look, eyes go wide, beak agape. "The Toppat Clan?! What are you doing looking them u-mmmpph!"

But before she can finish, Louie grabs her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides and clamps a damp cloth over her beak. "Sorry Webs, I really am, but this whole 'honest adventuring' stuff isn't really my style. Just take it easy, I just can't afford you telling anyone, not yet at least..." He said as he sighed. He'd have to thank Aunt Goldie for the chloroform, though deep down he did question why she was so willing to give it to someone his age so readily.

Webby struggles, but the sweet smelling chemical acts rather fast as her vision goes blurry, as she gets weaker, eyes getting heavy. "Mmph! Lhheh~!" As she soon falls unconscious and limp in Louie's grasp.

"Phew. That was too close... Again, so sorry Webs, I really, really am..." He says somewhat ashamed as he lays her down and gets some ropes. "... but I think this is better for all of us..." As he starts to tie her up tightly, tying her arms and hands behind her back, crossing her wrists and cinching the knots, tying her arms above her elbows, wrapping rope around her arms and body just below her chest, tying them tight, before binding her knees and ankles. Again, why Aunt Goldie so readily taught this knowledge to a thirteen year old boy is beyond him. Finally, he tapes her beak shut so she can't call for help once she wakes up, as he drags her to the closet, sitting her in it, and checking the knots to make sure they are secure, but not hurting her. After all, she is family.

"Mmggh... Mmhhh? Mmmhh!?" As Webby wakes up and struggles, looks up at Louie, a look not exactly of fear or anger, but of betrayal at, well, all of this. Emotionally, she is hurt. Hurt that Louie is joining a group of criminals over his family. Hurt that he is leaving. Hurt that he did this to her. Her eyes well up as she looks at him, saddened, tears about to flow.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, alright?" As he wipes away Webby's tears with a finger, tilts her beak up to look at him as he kneels down. "I'm sorry about doing this, all of this. Leaving the family. Joining an international criminal organization. And especially having to do... this, to you." He sighs. "I was trying to avoid this. Get out before any of you found out, so it could sink in more naturally. But you just had to come check on me didn't you?!" As he starts to get frustrated.

Webby gulps, a bit scared at his getting angry, looks away from him, is hurt even further by him blaming her for this, tearing up again.

Realizing this, he calms down, gets her to look at him again. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean it. I just, I just want to be around people who will appreciate my schemes more, okay? And, frankly, I'd rather it be strangers who suffer from my schemes, than my family, be it Uncle Scrooge, mom, Uncle Donald, my brothers, or..." He sighs. "You..."

She looks at him, eyes lighting up some. "Hmm?"

"You're like a sister to my brothers and I Webs, and we certainly love you like one." As he hugs her close. "I won't forget you, any of you, nor any of the good times we had." As he breaks the hug, looking at her as he puts a hand on her cheek. "Just stay calm, one of my brothers will find you soon enough..." He gets up and exits the closet, closing the door with a sigh as he gathers his stuff into a bag and carries it out the window with him, leaving Webby and his family. He looks back at the Manor with a sigh. There was no turning back now.