It didn't take long for them to get to the Waddle building. Louie tried to push down his excitement. He would get a job. Technically an internship, but never mind that. He reminded himself that he would only get it if he did a good job, but that didn't keep his hopes down.

She led them past the courtyard, where different people were testing out Waddle technology. Some people rode by on Waddle brand hover boards. "Here we have the high speed hover boards, the low speed hover boards, and..." A smirk crossed Owlison's face as they watched people struggle to move their boards. "The no speed hover boards. That one was made as a joke, but people wanted it, so... That's business for ya," she chuckled.

They made their way into the main building, with pearly white walls and the bight blue W logo on just about everything. Louie noticed that instead of stairs, they had escalators. He bit his beak curious.

As if reading his mind, Zan said, "Escalators! Stairs of the future! Makes you question why moving sidewalks are only in airports."

"Isn't that a lot more expensive?" he asked.

"Your mom, heh." Louie just seemed to be more lost by this woman. She had already used "lol" in a sentence, and now a "your mom" joke? He shook himself. Despite her lack of professionalism, this was still potentially his future boss and the woman Feathry wanted him to make a good impression on.

In the middle of the space was a desk with a dark brown top. Owlison moved to stand by it. She crossed her arms confidently. "Oh yeah, and before you ask, yes, it is made of chocolate! Boom!"

Huey's face lit up. "Really?" He grabbed a chunk of the desk top and shoved it in his mouth. And then proceeded to immediately spit it out.

Louie rolled his eyes. "Why would you eat it if you know you don't like chocolate?"

"Because I though it would taste different! This is rich people chocolate, Louie!" Huey continued to spit and shudder.

Owlison raised an eyebrow. "What kind of monster doesn't like chocolate?"

"Me! I don't like chocolate! Or any sugar really, but especially chocolate."

"Huh. Weird." She shrugged and went on with the tour.

Owlison led them down the halls of the company, finally ending up at a large office. A large W hung on the wall behind a desk towards the back of the room. At the desk was a chair and computer. A parrot sat in the chair, typing something on the computer, with very good posture, Louie might add.

"Little gentleman," Owlison began, stepping towards the desk. She put one hand on her hip and with the other, she leaned on the desk. "Meet Mark Beaks, other co-CEO of Waddle."

The so called Mark Beaks looked up from the computer and scanned over the boys. Louie put on a calm and collected face, hoping to make a good impression. After seeing them, Beaks glanced at his partner.

"Children? Seriously Owlison?"

Louie's heart sank.

"To be fair, the green one paid for drinks earlier, so there."

Beaks rolled his eyes and turned back to his computer work. "Whatever."

Louie shook himself and coughed. "Uh, it's Louie actually."

"And I'm Huey!"

Louie mentally face palmed. Ooh boy. How could he have forgotten a very important factor to all this? Huey was with him. The chances of him getting this internship was lower than he thought.

"Uh-huh. Owlison, I'm trying to do actual work, so..." Beaks raised an eyebrow at her.

"Pft, work? Like what?" She punctuated the statement with a snort laugh.

He took in a deep breath and got up from his seat. "I don't know why I constantly ask myself why I hate working here when the answer is standing right in front of me." Running a hand through his hair, he left the room.

Louie looked to Owlison for direction. "Well. He's fun." She waved a hand, dismissing it. "Anyways, who wants to start?"

"Oh! Me!" Huey shouted, raising his hand. Louie winced.

"Amazing. Oh, by the way, there's only room for one intern, so one of you won't get it. Cool? Cool."

Wait, what?
...

Dewey smiled quietly to himself, holding the small photograph close. Webby skipped alongside him, humming. "We're almost to the garage," she said. To be honest, the mansion was a bit big for Dewey to keep track of it all. The move from a trailer to Duck Manor was a little discombobulating, so much so that he asked Webby for directions pretty much anywhere.

"Do you really think the stuff in that box will give us some clues about my mom?"

"I don't know. But I hope so. Then you could go find her and be a happy family and live happily ever after!"

Dewey just nodded. They continued the rest of the way in silence, Dewey admiring the random art pieces on the wall. The quiet was nice, calming even. Mid-morning sun drifted in through the large windows. A few birds tweeted outside, accompanying Webby's humming. Some fears about finding Della crept into his head, but he pushed the away. He was just happy to maybe have something a bit more than an old photograph that his brother kept to himself.

Webby saw the garage door before Dewey did. "Look," she pointed. She ran up to the door and was about to open it when she was stopped.

"Webbigail, what are you doing?" Bradford Buzzard came from around the corner and stood in front of the two kids.

"Oh, we were just looking for that bo-"

Dewey clapped a hand over her mouth before she could finish. He laughed awkwardly. "Booooooo... Body armor. Yep. For... the... dogs...?"

"We don't have dogs." Bradford crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. How could Dewey have forgotten about him too? He hadn't interacted with the butler much in his stay here, but he was sure he didn't want to tell anyone else about his quest to find Della. The boy's heart started to race.

"We're going to buy dogs." Oh gosh, Dewey was not the liar of the family.

"Why?"

"Because... why not." Dewey's inner voice started screaming. Abort! Abort! Abort the mission!

Bradford just squinted at them. "Well... um... that was a rollercoaster. Now, tell me what you're really doing."

Dewey exchanged a glance with Webby, asking for help with his eyes. He took his hand off her beak and prayed she wouldn't tell.

"We were going to check out the other bin."

"You know you're not supposed to go in there," Bradford said, crossing his arms.

Webby put her hands behind his back and rocked on her heals. "I know. I'm sorry. It was my idea."

Bradford melted into a smile and ruffled her feathers. "Alrighty, thanks for being honest. Now, master Feathry and your brothers are out and about, so in the meantime why don't you help me clean?"

Webby nodded and Bradford walked past them, expecting them to follow. The pink duckling went after, but Dewey hesitated. He took a look at the garage door, frowning. He had been so close.

"Dewey!" Webby called, snapping him back to reality. He shook himself and went along with them.

...

The receptionist handed Louie and Huey two tablets, checklists lighting up the screen.

Louie smiled. "Look how organized this is!" There was no way Owlison had come up with these.

"Uh... yeah. These are really neat." Huey looked over his tablet, nodding to himself.

Louie looked at his brother sadly. Only one intern.

"Come on, Huey, you don't really want the internship, do you? It's just a bunch of work, so I'm not so sure you could handle-"

"What! No! I can do it!" Huey puffed up his chest, trying to look confident Louie guessed.

"Probably best you just forfeit and let me take on the job."

Huey looked over Louie and smirked. "So that's how you wanna play it, huh? Well, for your information, Huey Duck does not forfeit! Huey Duck is a winner, so don't think you can trick me into backing down!"

Louie shrugged. It was worth shot. He glanced down at the checklist. Task 1: phone calls.

...

Louie struggled to keep up with all the incoming calls. He frantically moved to punch the buttons on the phones. He leaned over the desk, his ears filled with ringing. He grabbed the phone. "Uh, this is Waddle, please hold!" He pressed a button, answering the next caller. "Waddle, please hold!" His heart raced with how fast it was all moving.

"Please hold."

"Will you hold for on second?"

"Waddle, please hold!"

"Please hold!"

He only stopped a moment to catch his breath. He could do this. He could take a couple calls.

"Uh-huh, so then he says he got this penny from some Uncle Scrooge, who knows who that is, and then..." Louie spun his chair around to see Huey, reclining back in his char. He held the phone up to his ear with his shoulder, fidgeting with a rubics cube he had found on his desk.

"Who are you talking to?"

Huey fell back in his chair, dropping the phone. "Uhhhh...." Louie raised an eyebrow. "Dewey," Huey finally said, smiling nervously. Louie rolled his eyes, got up, and pressed the button to hang up with the blue triplet. "Alright, that's fair."

The green triplet walked back to his desk, imagining how many calls he must've racked up now. He sat down and took more calls.

"This is Waddle, please hold."

"Hold please."

"Please hold."

A feeling of someone watching him came over the duckling. He glanced around himself. Standing just a few cubicles away was Mark Beaks. The parrot began to walk away when he noticed Louie noticing him staring at him. A curious feeling lingered over the boy, but the sound of phones ringing brought back his attention.

...

Next on the checklist: typing notes.

Owlison gave the boys each a sheet of handwritten notes that they had to type up on the computer. Louie was a little worried about this task, since neither boys had ever even touched a computer, but after a while, Louie got the hang of it. Now the only problem was deciphering the CEO's sloppy handwriting.

He squinted down at the sheet.

"Hey, Louie?"

"Hang on... is that an 'a' or an 'o'?"

'Well, clearly it's a 'c'."

Louie looked up at his brother. "What do you want?"

"Um... I don't know how this thing works." Huey poked his index fingers together nervously. He turned back to his own computer and stared at the screen. Louie glanced over at his brother's screen to see a string of "dhjdghjkhfghvbhfbfiuhsdfiuhfj".

"Uhhhh..." Louie looked over the keyboard, frowning. He finally decided on pressing the "ESCAPE" button. That resulted in the computer letting out a weird sound and a large "ERROR" message flashing across the screen.

Louie flinched and Huey pulled his hat over his head.

"What is that!?"

"It's gonna explode!"

"I broke it!"

"It's gonna EXPLODE!"

At that moment, Mark Beaks walked in the room. He rolled his eyes, making Louie flush. He wasn't making a good impression at all. "You didn't break it and it's not going to explode. Here, watch." The parrot leaned over and pressed a few buttons on Huey's computer keyboard. The error sign disappeared, and Huey let out a sigh of relief.

"Heh, uh, thanks," Louie said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yep," was all Beaks said before walking away.

Louie turned his attention back to his own computer and glanced down at the notes. He moved to type them up, going a decent pace for having never used a keyboard before. After getting a few sentences in, the seen turned black. He was caught off guard, but not wanting to overreact again, he waited. Maybe it was supposed to do that. A moment of nothing passed. Yeah, he didn't think it was suppose to turn off like that.

He looked around, trying to see if Mark Beaks was still in the room. To Louie's fortune, he was leaning against he wall, marking something down on a clipboard. The green loving duckling was about to ask for help when he noticed something. A couple inches from Beaks was the electrical outlet. And Louie's computer was unplugged.

Louie raised an eyebrow. Did Mark Beaks unplug it?

...

Number 3 on the list was lunch.

Louie got a list of what everyone wanted in the office. Most of the orders were short, not to mention some people had brought their own lunch. He smiled confidently. At least one task would be easy.

Louie was just walking down the hall, collecting the lunch orders, when he realized there was someone he missed: Mark Beaks.

Louie shrugged off his nerves. Sure, he and the CEO had gotten off on a rough start, but he was probably just imagining that he unplugged the laptop. Right?

The boy knocked on Beak's office door. "Come in!" he called. Louie entered.

Beaks frowned when he saw the boy. "Oh. It's you."

Louie forced a smile and made his way to the desk. "Mr. Beaks... sir... I'm collecting lunch orders. Would you like something?" He caught himself standing a little straighter than usual, all to impress this man.

Beaks was quiet for a moment, working on something. Louie squinted at his project. A small robot with a lightbulb for a head. The parrot tightened a few screws. Without making eye contact, he said, "Yeah, um... can I get Subway?"

"Subway?"

"Yeah, it's like the Monopoly of restaurants. I want a foot long on Italian herb and cheese bread with..." Mark went on with his, drawing on and on about toppings.

Louie deadpanned. He got the joke now. Monopoly and Subway both took forever. He wrote down everything Beaks listed, though the parrot talked a little fast to keep up.

After what felt like forever, Mark was interrupted by Huey. He burst into the room, carrying a box over his head. "Check it out! I got pizza! Everybody loves pizza!" He smacked the pizza box on the table, beaming proudly.

Mark Beaks glanced between the boys and was... smirking? What was up with this guy? Did it just make him happy to see Louie fail?

Louie deflated, looking at his list of food orders. All for nothing.

"Hey, Louie, did you see the pizza?" Huey said, smiling and waving a slice in Louie's face. "Very efficiency of me, right?"

Louie leaned his head on his palms against the desk. "Efficient, And sure. Why not." There was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm in his voice.

Huey's smile wavered, but Louie didn't notice.