Fic: Bloom - Incidence (3/3)
Title: Bloom - Incidence
Rating: For All Ages
Fandom: Darkwing Duck, Disney Cartoons
Summary: Louie was glad to see Launchpad again; nobody expected Launchpad's news.
Louie dropped his five shopping bags next to the island in the kitchen and stopped, taking a few deep breaths before returning to the car outside. Huey and Dewey had both managed to claim unavoidable conflicts the afternoon of Uncle Scrooge's New Year's Eve party, leaving Louie alone to help Duckworth set up the party.
This consisted mainly of purchasing last-minute supplies and then getting out of the butler's way; nevertheless, he seemed to have an endless list of things for Louie to do.
Louie suspected this was subtle revenge for the way they'd treated Duckworth when they'd been younger. He couldn't tell for certain, of course, because nothing caused Duckworth to alter his attitude or mannerisms.
It was almost enough to make him wish he hadn't RSVPed.
On the other hand, he had been looking forward to the party ever since he heard Launchpad was going to be there. The Maestro didn't perform in St. Canard, and Launchpad was pretty tied to his job, so he didn't see him often.
Louie had always liked Launchpad. Huey and Dewey had tended to view him as a means to an end; Launchpad could fly, and had access to some of the more esoteric skills of the Junior Woodchucks. Louie had seen something...of a kindred spirit in Launchpad. A desire to do the right thing, get along with people, and do what he loved. The memory of Launchpad had been what had driven Louie into music, as opposed to something more sensible.
And, to be honest, he'd developed a bit of a crush on Launchpad when he was younger. Launchpad was confident, strong, (mostly) capable, and easy on the eyes, so it was probably to be expected that Louie fallen for him a little.
It was a point he probably would try to avoid mentioning to Max at the party.
And that was an entirely different point. Louie wasn't certain whether Max being there was a plus or minus. Now that seeing Max no longer sent a weak, hopeless flutter through Louie's stomach (instead he got a quiet, happy warmth in his chest), Louie didn't dread the prospect of spending more than twenty minutes in Max's vicinity. But no one knew about him and Max, yet, and he wasn't certain if Max was even okay with other people knowing about them.
So in the end, Louie viewed the entire evening as a mixed bag. Based on his life experience, something terrible, or at least exciting, was going to happen at the party, but there would likely be enough to compensate for it.
However, no matter how much he kept telling himself this, Louie was sweating and hyperventilating by the time the first guests started arriving.
He was so distracted that he didn't notice his brothers arriving, until Huey dragged him into a headlock.
"Louster! How's my favorite classical musician?"
"Ow!" Louie struggled vainly for a moment. "Let go, Huey!"
"No way, Louie! I haven't seen you in months. Does that Maestro keep you locked in your room, or did you just decide I wasn't worth visiting?" Huey scowled and loosened his grip only slightly, giving Louie enough give to stand up straight. "Huh?"
"I've been busy," Louie replied.
"Doing what?" Huey demanded.
"Huester, I thought we agreed we wouldn't discuss this," Dewey interjected. "If he hasn't seen fit to introduce us to whoever he's been seeing-"
"I-" Louie stopped mid-protest, realizing that denying that he was dating anyone wouldn't pass muster against the combined assault of Huey and Dewey. "I don't have to introduce you. You've met."
"What?" Huey gave Louie a sharp, skeptical look. "We've met her? Who is she? Not...Webby?"
The snort escaped Louie's nostrils entirely unintentionally, but it seemed to clear that up.
Dewey, however, frowned. "I can't think of any girl we've met that you've shown any interest in..."
Louie took a deep breath. "Yeah. About that-"
"Shh!" Huey hissed. "Hot girl senses...tingling!"
"I refuse to believe that you actually have hot girl senses," Dewey retorted.
Huey, however, wasn't paying attention to Dewey. His gaze had been drawn to the entrance, where a red-haired female duck, bouncing on her feet and dressed in clothing that managed to meet only the loosest definition of formal, stood in Launchpad's shadow. His bill was open and, Louie noted with disgust, a bead of drool was gathering at the edge of his brother's mouth."Close your mouth, Huey; you look like an idiot." Louie elbowed Huey in the ribs as he passed, and hurried to where Launchpad was greeting Uncle Scrooge.
"-wish you'd told me you were bring a friend, Launchpad. Duckworth gets snarky when he feels he's been put upon."
"Sorry, Mr. McDuck. We weren't certain Drake'd be coming until the last minute. And he's not a friend, exactly. More like a...partner?"
Uncle Scrooge blinked twice, uncertainly, and then reached back to ensure that there was a chair behind him before letting his legs buckle and sitting down heavily.
"Oh. My." He glanced slightly to the left. "Ach. I wish you'd told me that, Launchpad. I don't like surprises; you know that." He scowled, briefly, and then glanced to his left. "Well, introduce us, then. I think we spent enough time together that I ought to meet your, ah, partner."
Launchpad dragged an unassuming duck dressed in plaid to his side and then collected the girl, too. She managed to look only mildly annoyed at the manhandling.
"Mr. McDuck, this is Drake. Mallard. And this is Gosalyn, his daughter. Guys, this is Scrooge McDuck."
"Like I need to be told who Scrooge McDuck is," Gosalyn muttered rebelliously.
Huey took this moment to shoulder his way into the proceedings. He was smiling in the tremendously sincere way that made girls swoon and got the girls' mothers think he was so wonderful. Gosalyn narrowed her eyes.
'Good girl,' Louie thought.
"So nice to meet you, Mr. Mallard. I'm Hubert Duck; Launchpad is an old friend of the family. And let me just be the one to tell you that any friend of Launchpad's is a friend of ours. Right, Lou?"
"What? I'm reserving judgment until I get to know hi - ow!" Louie recoiled from Huey's kick.
"Shut up," Huey whispered. "I'm trying to make nice with the Mallard girl."
"I know. So does she," Louie replied, fixing a grin on his beak. "So, where'd you meet Launchpad, Mr. Mallard?"
"Call me Drake," Drake scoffed. "And...ah..."
Launchpad wrapped an affectionate arm around Drake's shoulders and, grinning, replied, "Actually, he crashed into my hangar."
"Launchpad," Drake said, warningly.
But Scrooge laughed. "Sounds like a match made in heaven, Launchpad. Now, I think I need to meet the rest of my guests-"
"You!"
Drake tensed; Launchpad took a step to the side, creating a barrier between Drake and Uncle Donald, who was approaching with all of the subtlety and fearsomeness of a coming thunderhead. Daisy was following, slightly more sedate, with a hand over her eyes. She'd obviously tried to stop whatever was about to happen.
Louie took a step back; it would be better not to be standing directly next to Drake when Donald arrived.
"What do you think you're doing here? Trying to steal my woman again, eh? Why, I otta..."
"You ought to sit down and be polite to my guest, Donald." Scrooge gave Donald a cold, level stare, and while it looked for a moment that Donald wanted to glare back, he just folded his arms and gave the assembled crowd a sullen stare.
Threat of immediate violence averted, Louie decided to take a shot at defusing the situation entirely.
"Do you know Mr. Mallard, Uncle D? He's Launchpad's date."
"Yeah, I know that conniving little-" Donald stopped his tirade, and then turned to Louie, furrowing his eyes. "Date?"
"Yeah," Louie answered, a small knot of worry gathering in his chest. He hadn't quite imagined that there could be a chance of Uncle D taking the news of Louie and Max well, and while the circumstances here were different, the possibility suddenly seemed real. "He was just telling us how they met."
"Oh." Donald glanced at Launchpad, and then at Drake, gaze snapping between them a few more times before he scowled again. "You can say whatever you want, Mallard, but I've got my eye on you." He stormed towards the punch table, muttering under his breath.
Daisy took a deep breath, and then stuck out a hand to Drake. "Nice to meet you again, Drake. I'd really like to apologize again for Donald's behavior. He's a bit of a..." She trailed off and shrugged. "But I'm glad to see you've found someone to spend your Friday nights with. And nice to see there's someone to help Launchpad walk away from his crashes." She winked, and Drake blushed. Then she smiled, turned, and practically waltzed away from them.
Drake stared after her perhaps a moment longer than necessary, but Daisy had that effect on people.
"Come on; let's get away before the old guy tries to ask me what I'm studying." Gosalyn grabbed Louie's arm and dragged him away from the crowd. "Was that other guy your brother? Is he always that creepy?"
"He's not creepy. He's just...enthusiastic about pretty girls. Dewey suspects Huey'll get over it when he meets a girl who doesn't let him get away with being Mr. Charming."
Gosalyn gave Louie a considering look. "Do you have a script?"
"What?"
She rolled her eyes. "Come on, I'm not stupid. You're trying to get me to give him a chance. I get it; you're brothers, bros before-"
"That's not it at all, and would you let go of me before Huey decides I'm trying to seduce you? I'd like to get through this holiday without anyone getting hit."
Gosalyn let go of Louie's arm, but continued to give him a measured stare. She was waiting for him to explain. He sighed. "Look, you decided I was more likable than Huey. It's flattering, really, but I'm going to nip this whole thing in the bud. I've got a boyfriend."
"Then why is your brother glaring at us?"
"Because it's not exactly well-known - and you're the first person I've told." Louie would have collapsed to a seat in the middle of Uncle Scrooge's ballroom if Gosalyn hadn't caught him.
It occurred to him a moment later that she was strong; she barely slumped under Louie's weight.
"Come on; I'm hardly going to call you names. In case you haven't noticed, my dad's dating Launchpad."
"Sorry. Bit of a shock." He took a deep breath. "You can let go of me now. And maybe give Huey a chance?"
Gosalyn's laughter was sharp, and unexpected enough that Louie recoiled from the sudden noise. "You never give up, do you?"
"Family trait," Louie replied. "Look, he's a bit of an ass, but at least you see it coming. And once he realizes his act won't charm you, he'll act more like a real person. You'll like him, I promise."
Gosalyn shook her head at Louie, still grinning. "Either you're a really good liar, or he is worth knowing. Fine. I'll give him a shot. But if he's an ass, you owe me a dinner."
She gave Louie one last grin and then set off purposefully across the ballroom, adjusting her shirt and khakis, presumably to add to her clothing's impact on Huey. Louie grinned to himself. Neither of them stood a chance.
His thoughts were interrupted when he realized someone was standing directly behind him. Right in his personal space.
Louie couldn't help it; he whirled and kicked, hoping to catch whoever in the back of the knees and sending him tumbling to the ground. Given that his quarry was Max Goof, this ended with both of them in a tangled heap on the ballroom floor.
"Happy New Year to you, too," Max muttered.
"Sorry," Louie replied, feeling his feathers flush. He struggled to untangle himself, and reached down to help Max up. "You startled me."
"Didn't expect to see me here this early?" Max asked, a little sullenly. Louie rolled his eyes.
"I didn't see you come in. But I guess that's not a surprise; I was talking to Gosalyn. Talking, Maxie." Max's ears reddened at the name, but he wasn't scowling anymore. "If you must know, I was trying to convince her to attempt to tame my brother's wild ways. You see her over there talking to Huey?"
Max glanced towards the entrance. "No. Dad's caught both of them; oh, lord, he's telling her about the stupid road trip."
"I was just passing the time until you showed up." Louie looped and arm around Max's waist and then tugged him towards where he'd last seen Uncle D. "Come on; let's make the rounds. And then we'll want to get some of Uncle Scrooge's cookies. We used to plan for hours to steal those things."
Max didn't move, so after about two steps, Louie stopped. He turned to Max, and raised one eyebrow in lieu of asking a question.
"Lou, isn't this a little...?"
"What?"
Max jerked his head towards the arm around his waist.
"So?"
Max's eyes widened. "I thought..."
"Yeah?" There were a lot of ways this could go; Louie's chest tightened, marginally.
"I thought your family didn't know."
Louie tugged Max closer. "You see that guy in the stupid plaid shirts? He's Launchpad's boyfriend. So I'm thinking it's going to be okay. I'm not kissing you in front of Uncle D, but I'm not planning on hiding."
Max kissed him. It was a peck on the cheek, so hardly anything he could be really embarrassed about, but there were enough people milling around that it couldn't be misconstrued as anything else. When Max pulled back, he was grinning. Louie was certain the same stupid, silly grin was on his beak.
"All right. Let's make the rounds." Max slipped his own arm around Louie's shoulders, and tugged him towards the set of tables where Uncle Scrooge was holding court.
They passed Launchpad on the way; he gave Louie a thumbs-up that made Louie duck his head and blush. But he was really pleased to know Launchpad approved. After all, Launchpad was the only hero Louie'd never really outgrown.
And then he caught Dewey's eyes. Dewey was smirking, knowingly; they were going to talk about this later, but for now, they were going to enjoy themselves.
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Rating: For All Ages
Fandom: Darkwing Duck, Disney Cartoons
Summary: Louie was glad to see Launchpad again; nobody expected Launchpad's news.
Louie dropped his five shopping bags next to the island in the kitchen and stopped, taking a few deep breaths before returning to the car outside. Huey and Dewey had both managed to claim unavoidable conflicts the afternoon of Uncle Scrooge's New Year's Eve party, leaving Louie alone to help Duckworth set up the party.
This consisted mainly of purchasing last-minute supplies and then getting out of the butler's way; nevertheless, he seemed to have an endless list of things for Louie to do.
Louie suspected this was subtle revenge for the way they'd treated Duckworth when they'd been younger. He couldn't tell for certain, of course, because nothing caused Duckworth to alter his attitude or mannerisms.
It was almost enough to make him wish he hadn't RSVPed.
On the other hand, he had been looking forward to the party ever since he heard Launchpad was going to be there. The Maestro didn't perform in St. Canard, and Launchpad was pretty tied to his job, so he didn't see him often.
Louie had always liked Launchpad. Huey and Dewey had tended to view him as a means to an end; Launchpad could fly, and had access to some of the more esoteric skills of the Junior Woodchucks. Louie had seen something...of a kindred spirit in Launchpad. A desire to do the right thing, get along with people, and do what he loved. The memory of Launchpad had been what had driven Louie into music, as opposed to something more sensible.
And, to be honest, he'd developed a bit of a crush on Launchpad when he was younger. Launchpad was confident, strong, (mostly) capable, and easy on the eyes, so it was probably to be expected that Louie fallen for him a little.
It was a point he probably would try to avoid mentioning to Max at the party.
And that was an entirely different point. Louie wasn't certain whether Max being there was a plus or minus. Now that seeing Max no longer sent a weak, hopeless flutter through Louie's stomach (instead he got a quiet, happy warmth in his chest), Louie didn't dread the prospect of spending more than twenty minutes in Max's vicinity. But no one knew about him and Max, yet, and he wasn't certain if Max was even okay with other people knowing about them.
So in the end, Louie viewed the entire evening as a mixed bag. Based on his life experience, something terrible, or at least exciting, was going to happen at the party, but there would likely be enough to compensate for it.
However, no matter how much he kept telling himself this, Louie was sweating and hyperventilating by the time the first guests started arriving.
He was so distracted that he didn't notice his brothers arriving, until Huey dragged him into a headlock.
"Louster! How's my favorite classical musician?"
"Ow!" Louie struggled vainly for a moment. "Let go, Huey!"
"No way, Louie! I haven't seen you in months. Does that Maestro keep you locked in your room, or did you just decide I wasn't worth visiting?" Huey scowled and loosened his grip only slightly, giving Louie enough give to stand up straight. "Huh?"
"I've been busy," Louie replied.
"Doing what?" Huey demanded.
"Huester, I thought we agreed we wouldn't discuss this," Dewey interjected. "If he hasn't seen fit to introduce us to whoever he's been seeing-"
"I-" Louie stopped mid-protest, realizing that denying that he was dating anyone wouldn't pass muster against the combined assault of Huey and Dewey. "I don't have to introduce you. You've met."
"What?" Huey gave Louie a sharp, skeptical look. "We've met her? Who is she? Not...Webby?"
The snort escaped Louie's nostrils entirely unintentionally, but it seemed to clear that up.
Dewey, however, frowned. "I can't think of any girl we've met that you've shown any interest in..."
Louie took a deep breath. "Yeah. About that-"
"Shh!" Huey hissed. "Hot girl senses...tingling!"
"I refuse to believe that you actually have hot girl senses," Dewey retorted.
Huey, however, wasn't paying attention to Dewey. His gaze had been drawn to the entrance, where a red-haired female duck, bouncing on her feet and dressed in clothing that managed to meet only the loosest definition of formal, stood in Launchpad's shadow. His bill was open and, Louie noted with disgust, a bead of drool was gathering at the edge of his brother's mouth."Close your mouth, Huey; you look like an idiot." Louie elbowed Huey in the ribs as he passed, and hurried to where Launchpad was greeting Uncle Scrooge.
"-wish you'd told me you were bring a friend, Launchpad. Duckworth gets snarky when he feels he's been put upon."
"Sorry, Mr. McDuck. We weren't certain Drake'd be coming until the last minute. And he's not a friend, exactly. More like a...partner?"
Uncle Scrooge blinked twice, uncertainly, and then reached back to ensure that there was a chair behind him before letting his legs buckle and sitting down heavily.
"Oh. My." He glanced slightly to the left. "Ach. I wish you'd told me that, Launchpad. I don't like surprises; you know that." He scowled, briefly, and then glanced to his left. "Well, introduce us, then. I think we spent enough time together that I ought to meet your, ah, partner."
Launchpad dragged an unassuming duck dressed in plaid to his side and then collected the girl, too. She managed to look only mildly annoyed at the manhandling.
"Mr. McDuck, this is Drake. Mallard. And this is Gosalyn, his daughter. Guys, this is Scrooge McDuck."
"Like I need to be told who Scrooge McDuck is," Gosalyn muttered rebelliously.
Huey took this moment to shoulder his way into the proceedings. He was smiling in the tremendously sincere way that made girls swoon and got the girls' mothers think he was so wonderful. Gosalyn narrowed her eyes.
'Good girl,' Louie thought.
"So nice to meet you, Mr. Mallard. I'm Hubert Duck; Launchpad is an old friend of the family. And let me just be the one to tell you that any friend of Launchpad's is a friend of ours. Right, Lou?"
"What? I'm reserving judgment until I get to know hi - ow!" Louie recoiled from Huey's kick.
"Shut up," Huey whispered. "I'm trying to make nice with the Mallard girl."
"I know. So does she," Louie replied, fixing a grin on his beak. "So, where'd you meet Launchpad, Mr. Mallard?"
"Call me Drake," Drake scoffed. "And...ah..."
Launchpad wrapped an affectionate arm around Drake's shoulders and, grinning, replied, "Actually, he crashed into my hangar."
"Launchpad," Drake said, warningly.
But Scrooge laughed. "Sounds like a match made in heaven, Launchpad. Now, I think I need to meet the rest of my guests-"
"You!"
Drake tensed; Launchpad took a step to the side, creating a barrier between Drake and Uncle Donald, who was approaching with all of the subtlety and fearsomeness of a coming thunderhead. Daisy was following, slightly more sedate, with a hand over her eyes. She'd obviously tried to stop whatever was about to happen.
Louie took a step back; it would be better not to be standing directly next to Drake when Donald arrived.
"What do you think you're doing here? Trying to steal my woman again, eh? Why, I otta..."
"You ought to sit down and be polite to my guest, Donald." Scrooge gave Donald a cold, level stare, and while it looked for a moment that Donald wanted to glare back, he just folded his arms and gave the assembled crowd a sullen stare.
Threat of immediate violence averted, Louie decided to take a shot at defusing the situation entirely.
"Do you know Mr. Mallard, Uncle D? He's Launchpad's date."
"Yeah, I know that conniving little-" Donald stopped his tirade, and then turned to Louie, furrowing his eyes. "Date?"
"Yeah," Louie answered, a small knot of worry gathering in his chest. He hadn't quite imagined that there could be a chance of Uncle D taking the news of Louie and Max well, and while the circumstances here were different, the possibility suddenly seemed real. "He was just telling us how they met."
"Oh." Donald glanced at Launchpad, and then at Drake, gaze snapping between them a few more times before he scowled again. "You can say whatever you want, Mallard, but I've got my eye on you." He stormed towards the punch table, muttering under his breath.
Daisy took a deep breath, and then stuck out a hand to Drake. "Nice to meet you again, Drake. I'd really like to apologize again for Donald's behavior. He's a bit of a..." She trailed off and shrugged. "But I'm glad to see you've found someone to spend your Friday nights with. And nice to see there's someone to help Launchpad walk away from his crashes." She winked, and Drake blushed. Then she smiled, turned, and practically waltzed away from them.
Drake stared after her perhaps a moment longer than necessary, but Daisy had that effect on people.
"Come on; let's get away before the old guy tries to ask me what I'm studying." Gosalyn grabbed Louie's arm and dragged him away from the crowd. "Was that other guy your brother? Is he always that creepy?"
"He's not creepy. He's just...enthusiastic about pretty girls. Dewey suspects Huey'll get over it when he meets a girl who doesn't let him get away with being Mr. Charming."
Gosalyn gave Louie a considering look. "Do you have a script?"
"What?"
She rolled her eyes. "Come on, I'm not stupid. You're trying to get me to give him a chance. I get it; you're brothers, bros before-"
"That's not it at all, and would you let go of me before Huey decides I'm trying to seduce you? I'd like to get through this holiday without anyone getting hit."
Gosalyn let go of Louie's arm, but continued to give him a measured stare. She was waiting for him to explain. He sighed. "Look, you decided I was more likable than Huey. It's flattering, really, but I'm going to nip this whole thing in the bud. I've got a boyfriend."
"Then why is your brother glaring at us?"
"Because it's not exactly well-known - and you're the first person I've told." Louie would have collapsed to a seat in the middle of Uncle Scrooge's ballroom if Gosalyn hadn't caught him.
It occurred to him a moment later that she was strong; she barely slumped under Louie's weight.
"Come on; I'm hardly going to call you names. In case you haven't noticed, my dad's dating Launchpad."
"Sorry. Bit of a shock." He took a deep breath. "You can let go of me now. And maybe give Huey a chance?"
Gosalyn's laughter was sharp, and unexpected enough that Louie recoiled from the sudden noise. "You never give up, do you?"
"Family trait," Louie replied. "Look, he's a bit of an ass, but at least you see it coming. And once he realizes his act won't charm you, he'll act more like a real person. You'll like him, I promise."
Gosalyn shook her head at Louie, still grinning. "Either you're a really good liar, or he is worth knowing. Fine. I'll give him a shot. But if he's an ass, you owe me a dinner."
She gave Louie one last grin and then set off purposefully across the ballroom, adjusting her shirt and khakis, presumably to add to her clothing's impact on Huey. Louie grinned to himself. Neither of them stood a chance.
His thoughts were interrupted when he realized someone was standing directly behind him. Right in his personal space.
Louie couldn't help it; he whirled and kicked, hoping to catch whoever in the back of the knees and sending him tumbling to the ground. Given that his quarry was Max Goof, this ended with both of them in a tangled heap on the ballroom floor.
"Happy New Year to you, too," Max muttered.
"Sorry," Louie replied, feeling his feathers flush. He struggled to untangle himself, and reached down to help Max up. "You startled me."
"Didn't expect to see me here this early?" Max asked, a little sullenly. Louie rolled his eyes.
"I didn't see you come in. But I guess that's not a surprise; I was talking to Gosalyn. Talking, Maxie." Max's ears reddened at the name, but he wasn't scowling anymore. "If you must know, I was trying to convince her to attempt to tame my brother's wild ways. You see her over there talking to Huey?"
Max glanced towards the entrance. "No. Dad's caught both of them; oh, lord, he's telling her about the stupid road trip."
"I was just passing the time until you showed up." Louie looped and arm around Max's waist and then tugged him towards where he'd last seen Uncle D. "Come on; let's make the rounds. And then we'll want to get some of Uncle Scrooge's cookies. We used to plan for hours to steal those things."
Max didn't move, so after about two steps, Louie stopped. He turned to Max, and raised one eyebrow in lieu of asking a question.
"Lou, isn't this a little...?"
"What?"
Max jerked his head towards the arm around his waist.
"So?"
Max's eyes widened. "I thought..."
"Yeah?" There were a lot of ways this could go; Louie's chest tightened, marginally.
"I thought your family didn't know."
Louie tugged Max closer. "You see that guy in the stupid plaid shirts? He's Launchpad's boyfriend. So I'm thinking it's going to be okay. I'm not kissing you in front of Uncle D, but I'm not planning on hiding."
Max kissed him. It was a peck on the cheek, so hardly anything he could be really embarrassed about, but there were enough people milling around that it couldn't be misconstrued as anything else. When Max pulled back, he was grinning. Louie was certain the same stupid, silly grin was on his beak.
"All right. Let's make the rounds." Max slipped his own arm around Louie's shoulders, and tugged him towards the set of tables where Uncle Scrooge was holding court.
They passed Launchpad on the way; he gave Louie a thumbs-up that made Louie duck his head and blush. But he was really pleased to know Launchpad approved. After all, Launchpad was the only hero Louie'd never really outgrown.
And then he caught Dewey's eyes. Dewey was smirking, knowingly; they were going to talk about this later, but for now, they were going to enjoy themselves.
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