AN: Hello! This is my new (and first) Ducktales story! This is just the prologue, but if you want more, I'll gladly give it! Enjoy!


Eggmen burst into the manor, headed by Black Heron and Steel Beak. The three eggs were stolen, carried away in a black van.

Donald pounded the floor with his fist. He'd failed. Della was who knows where and her boys were—

"Come on! We can still catch them," Mrs. Beakley said. He nodded, and the two of them rushed to McDuck's garage. Donald jumped into the driver's seat, while Mrs. Beakley armed her grappling gun.

Donald pushed the pedal to the floor, following close behind the large black van, honking madly in traffic.

Mrs. Beakly fired, her grappling hook catching the handle and tearing the metal off its hinges. The door opened as the truck tilted on its side before righting itself again, speeding off down an alley.

Mrs. Beakley climbed out the window on the roof, ready to board the van and rescue the children.

Once inside, she glanced around, spotting the three eggs lying in a nest on the floor. Mrs. Beakley scooped them in her arms, right as a rooster with a steel beak slammed into the back of the van.

She grit her teeth as she was nearly backed up to the open door of the van. She couldn't fight back while holding the eggs, not without risking dropping them.

"Hand over the eggs, lady," the Rooster said, holding out his hand.

"Never," Mrs. Beakley replied, glaring down at him.

"Suit yourself." He kicked Beakley's legs. She stumbled back, her back foot hitting empty air. The eggs flew into the air. Beakley gasped and reached out, sheer desperation pushing her to save the children. She grabbed one, hugging it tight as she hit the road, crouching into a ball to break her fall. She felt a bone crack under her.

Donald stopped the car and rushed out to her.

"Mrs. B! Did you get them?" He quacked, rushing to her side. She groaned, opening her arms to reveal the single egg she managed to rescue. It was untouched. Donald gasped.

"Where are the others?"

"Donald, I'm so sorry—"

"Where are the eggs?"

"I couldn't save them—"

"Well what are we standing around here for? Lets go get them back!"

"Donald we can't."

"What are you saying? My nephews are in the hands of fowl and you can't even get up and save them?"

"Donald I-" Her sentence was cut off by a loud grimace as she tried to stand.

The angry duck froze.

"Believe me, I understand. But right now, we need to focus on the child we did save."

"I can't just leave them." Donald whispered.

"We won't! But we can't catch them now. Not yet. But that doesn't mean we're leaving them. We'll get them back. I promise."

Donald gritted his teeth, terribly frustrated. His boys were being taken farther and farther away and there was nothing he could do. His gaze settled on the egg in Beakley's arms, "Fine. Let's get this one home."

Mrs. Beakley nodded and Donald helped her up, taking the one surviving egg into his own arms as he did so. He felt tears come to his eyes. He swore to protect this one. Nothing was going to happen to him while Donald was around. Never again.

Meanwhile…

"You got the eggs?"

"I got one." Steelbeak said, turning away from the open door, an egg in his hand, "Beakly got the other two."

Black heron didn't even turn her head, "Tsk. Why am I not surprised?"

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

Heron rolled her eyes. "Whatever. We have one. We'll just have to make it work."

And as the van drove further away, neither F.O.W.L. agent knew the last egg was sitting in a nearby dumpster. An old duck, whistling as he walked, stopped short, noticing the small white object in the trash.

"What the…" he said, studying the object. He rested a hand on it and gasped.

"An egg?"

He picked it up and scanned it. Fortunately, the egg didn't seem too worse for wear. The duck looked left and right for a parent, but no one was in sight.

Right before his eyes he watched the egg crack and split apart, and a small duckling emerged. He looked up at the duck, eyes wide and innocent.

The duck smiled, lifting the small, red hat from his head and resting it on the duckling's.

"What are you doing here, little guy?"


AN: Thanks so much for reading! Review if you liked it and want more! (Or if you have comments or questions) See ya next time!