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It was a peaceful day on Donald Duck’s houseboat. Donald doesn’t get a whole lot of peace, so he’s learned to appreciate those times.
“UNCLE DONALD!”
Well, so much for peace. Without any warning, the Duck Triplets barreled inside, talking a mile a minute.
“How could you!” Huey exclaimed. “This goes against so many Junior Woodchuck rules!”
“I thought you loved us!” said Dewey. “Why would you Dewey this?”
“Don’t you know I want all your money!” Louie yelled. “I don’t care that it’s not that much!”
The trio yelled some more while talking over each other. It was too much for Donald to handle.
“BOYS!”
With that, the triplets instantly quieted down. They knew better than to fight Donald’s temper.
“What are you all talking about!?” Donald asked his nephews.
“This video!” Dewey shoved his phone toward Donald’s face, making him see it was on a recently-uploaded YouTube video:
“Donald Duck Tries to Keep His Cool While Eating Spicy Wings | Hot Ones”
“Oh boy…” Donald muttered, but he didn’t have time to react before Dewey played the vid’s scandalous moment.
“So, Huey, Louie, and Dewey — your nephews,” Sean Evans began, “we hear you’re cutting them out of your will. Do you care to comment on that?”
But Donald couldn’t respond on account of the 1.454 million Scoville unit hot sauce he just consumed.
“First you don’t name me Turbo, now this!” Dewey complained.
Donald was quick to defend himself. “Did I actually say I would cut you out of my will? No!”
“But you thought about it, didn’t you!” said Huey.
Donald’s momentary silence was all the confirmation his nephews needed.
“Come on, this is ridiculous!” said Louie. “Who would you even leave your stuff to if not to us? Webby?”
“Hmm…” Donald put his hand on his chin contemplatively. “That’s not a bad idea.”
“Yes!” Webby appeared out of nowhere and tackled Donald into a big hug. “Thanks, Uncle Donald!”
The triplets all rolled their eyes.