Our Mummy's Mental Regression Curse - A DuckTales (2017) Halloween Special (Patreon)

The following story takes place in the DuckTales reboot universe. It’s full of characterization from those versions of those characters coping with Halloween terror, wet diapers, and mental regression. If you’re not familiar with it, check out some clips online to get a feel for them. Then watch the show because it’s excellent. If you don’t want to, then simply imagine three triplet boys having a terrible time on Halloween. It’s honestly not too complicated. This is a rather long one too so have fun!

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“Aww man. This sucks.” Louie grumbled as he re-entered the boys room they occupied together. “We spent all that time, searching through that stupid tomb and only come away with a stupid pacifier artifact… or whatever this is supposed to be.” He said, holding up the item in question and leering at it as if it stole his lunch money.

The three boys had been on another adventure with their Uncle Scrooge earlier in the day and they managed to make it home before trick or treating was to start. One last minute adventure to get the blood flowing before they began stalking the night for candy sounded like fun.

“Don’t be so upset.” Dewey said, walking into the room and shuffling off his dirty pants before going to the closet to fish out his Halloween costume. “It was a fun tomb that we went to at least. Who cares if the thing we found was a stupid fossilized baby pacifier?”

“I do." Louie said, setting it down on the dresser beside him. "Clearly, I just complained my head off about it a second ago.” He snapped, waving his arms about before wincing and turning away. “Dude. Seriously, you gotta stop stripping in front of people all willy nilly like that. Nobody wants to see your briefs in their face.”

Dewey rolled his eyes and tried to shuffle on his pants. This year he was going as a dead skydiver. He had on some torn pants, a top that looked like it belonged to a pilot of some kind, and a broken parachute backpack.

Huey entered the room last, carrying his Junior Woodchuck guidebook and flipping through the pages to find the spot where he taped the note about what he had planned as far as the houses to hit this Halloween.

“Alright everyone,” Huey began.

“It’s just us two in here.” Louie interrupted with narrowed eyes. Huey ignored him.

“I’m all dressed and ready to go.” Huey said, not looking away from his book as he lightly gestured to his Thor outfit. A foam hammer was strapped to his back and he had a wonderful red cape. His red cape was still on his head though. “It’s going to be the first Halloween we’ve had where it’s been just the three of us in a long while so, I’m hoping we’ll excel tonight!”

Uncle Donald was still out on his adventure and their mother Della and Uncle Scrooge were planning on hitting the town together to prowl across the night in search of a ton of candy. Given the choices, their friend Webby decided to head off with Scrooge and Della this year. Last year she had fun with the boys but she wanted to spend her second annual Halloween adventure getting to know how Uncle Scrooge did what he did… which was pretty much be a candy prowler. She was in for a fun time.

That left the three boys on their own, which they were fine with.

“Louie, where’s your costume?” Huey asked, pointing at the third boy in green, his hands still resting in his green sweater pockets.

Louie rolled his eyes. “This year, I’m going as Comfortable Man.”

Huey and Dewey stood there and stared at him before shifting their gaze to each other and smiling.

“Do it.” Huey said.

“On it.” Dewey grinned, stomping over to a now wide-eyed and shocked Louie.

“Hey. What the--? WHA-?!” Louie yelped when Dewey flipped him onto his back suddenly and yanked his pants off, exposing his briefs with golden trim and prints of treasure decorating them. He blushed and flailed about as Dewey rested a palm onto his chest. “GET OFF OF ME! I CAN GO AS WHATEVER I WANT!”

“Oh man. It’s no wonder we found a fossilized baby pacifier in that tomb.” Dewey smirked. “It was a sign of your behavior to come.”

Huey, meanwhile, shuffled a spare costume he got from the closet onto his struggling younger brother and dusted his hands off when it was over. “There. How does that feel?”

Louie looked down at himself and winced. “What is this? What am I?”

“You are Harley Quinn.” Dewey said with a grin and his arms crossed. “The new version with the tiny booty shorts. Feels good right?”

Louie inspected said booty shorts, blushing as he did so. “These are too short. Seriously. I can see the waistband of my underwear peaking out from the leg holes. Who designed these?”

“He’s going to complain like that all night probably.” Dewey turned to Huey with a shrug.

“He’ll be fine.” Huey snickered. “After all, he’s the paragon of progressiveness. How brave of you to go on Halloween dressed in a ladies outfit.”

“Huey, I’m going to shove that book down your throat.” Louie snapped and then turned to Dewey. “And Dewey… you’re just dead!” He said, waving his arm about in an arc that managed to knock the fossilized pacifier off the counter and onto the floor.

It cracked.

Huey and Dewey gasped.

A pillar of green smoke oozed from it, rising beside Louie who failed to notice it just yet.

“What are you guys gawking at huh?” Louie asked, hands on his hips and leering at the two wide-eyed boys in front of him. “Do I look THAT ridiculous? Regretting putting this stupid outfit on me now are we?”

The plume of green smoke was rising above his head from behind. The lights were flickering and then, eventually, they flickered off, leaving nothing but a scary lime green sheen of light illuminating the room.

Louie’s eyes widened at this. Both Huey and Dewey’s jaws were dropped and clearly looking way over his own head. That meant something was behind him… and whatever it was had arisen from the fossilized baby pacifier that he just broke…!

Louie was shaking now. He could read the terror on the faces of his brothers and he was usually the one who scared the easiest.

Slowly, he turned around and leered up at the specter that was towering over them.

This being was tall. It’s head was a mere couple of inches from the ceiling. It was wrapped in bandages from neck to feet, with what looked like a black coat and a hoodie over its head. It’s face was green and it had no facial features aside from black spots where the eyes, mouth, and nose should be.

“You’ve destroyed my baby boy’s pacifier.” The specter spoke with a voice that sounded like a zombie gargling sandpaper. “You fools couldn’t leave well enough alone. To disturb the tomb of my beloved baby and make off with his favorite paci is unforgivable.”

“In our defense… we thought it was a golden nugget at first.” Louie spoke up. “But… you know, you chip away at the dirt and stuff and it turns out it’s a pacifier. What are you gonna do eh?”

“That pacifier was laid to rest with my baby boy in that tomb so that he may have it with him in the afterlife.” The ghost said.

“Ah.” Dewey spoke up. “So… are you saying that you’re that mummy’s mummy?”

Silence.

The ghost just stared at him.

“You're right. I apologize. That was a terrible joke. Please forgive me.” Dewey said, bowing three times over.

“Now that it’s been defiled and broken, you’ll need to replace it.” The specter spoke again.

“S-Sure,” Huey stuttered a bit. “We can make a stop by whatever store is still open and buy your ghost mummy baby a new--”

“NOOOOOOOO!” The ghost wailed, making the papers in the room blow up and the light that came with it’s ghostly visage flicker.

“YEEEEK!” The three boys screamed and hugged one another. They didn’t even care that one of them felt a bit damp suddenly.

“When I say you’ll need to replace it… I mean you three… LITERALLY will need to replace it.”

“Huh?” Huey wanted clarification, even though he had a feeling he wasn’t going to like whatever ultimatum was about to be sent his way.

“Trick or treating begins in 10 minutes. You have until it ends to gather together everything on this list.” The ghost snapped it’s fingers and produced a dirty list with green mist emanating off of it. Dewey quickly grabbed it and looked it over.

“Sweet Heat Starburst? Acai Flavored Hi-Chew? Coffee Nut M&Ms? What the-?” Dewey looked the list over with a raised brow. “These are really hard to find candies. You want us to get you THESE?”

“Are these for your baby?” Louie asked. “Can he even eat these?”

“Ghosts can eat whatever they wish.” The specter responded. “Baby or not, he’ll be able to ingest it. We observe Halloween from the afterlife and we wish to partake in the candies that we see all the time. Our tomb being disturbed gave us the wherewithal to come here and finally get our hands on some delicious treats. If you can acquire what we desire from that list before trick or treating ends then you’ll be safe.”

“Oh. Sounds easy enough…” Louie chuckled.

“You really think so eh?” The ghost said, drumming it’s fingers together. “It won’t be. Each 30 minute interval that passes will see a change happen to your body. When time runs out… the changes will be permanent.”

“What… changes?” Dewey winced.

“You’ll see the beginnings of it in 30 minutes. I’ll be back to explain the rest once it happens. For now, get out there and start trick or treating young ones. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!” It then laughed as it wafted back up and disappeared into a puff of green smoke.

The three boys stood there, now in the pitch black darkness of their room, before they scrambled out the door, down the stairs, and out of the house, panting and sweating all over.

“Okay! What’s the first thing on the list?” Louie asked.

“Uhm?” Dewey flipped the list over. “Sweet Heat Starburst…”

“What?” Louie asked.

“Gimmie that!” Huey snatched the list from Dewey and looked it over. Each item he read made his heart jump about three feet in his chest. “Are you… this…? This is--? Most of these are insanely rare! I think one of these might even be discontinued!”

“Please… please GOD don’t say that.” Louie pumped his fists as he ran.

“Not to worry.” Dewey interjected. “If push comes to shove I know a cool place that sells retro candy that I can take us to.”

“You might as well take us there now. Who on earth is giving out Sweet Heat Starburst? Only a weirdo would be doing that.” Huey said.

Louie’s eyes got big. “I… I think I know one weirdo who might have them.

Smash cut later to the outside of Doofus Drake’s house.

Doofus Drake was a weird, scary rich kid who had been the bane of Louie's existence for some time now. They patched things up recently but.. he was still scary. Certainly, scarier than anything else he was seeing on this block tonight.

“Go on.” Huey and Dewey urged their youngest brother to ring the doorbell of the insane rich lad.

Louie gulped and rang the bell. It swung open with such intense furiosity that Louie almost pissed himself right then and there.

Looming over him, and sliding towards him without taking a single step, was Doofus Drake.

“Hello Llewellyn.” Doofus mused, leering into his eyes.

“H-H-Hey there Doofus… c-c-can we have… uhm…” Louie looked around. “D-DO you… by any chance have any Sweet Heat Starbursts?”

Doofus peered right into Louie’s eyes, getting closer to the point where his beak and forehead were touching Louie’s. Louie’s eyes crossed as he looked at the boy, bent backwards as his personal space was violated. He didn’t care about that as much as making sure he didn’t crap himself and run away screaming in fright.

“... I… DO actually!” Doofus said, holding up two fists fulls of different kinds of Starbursts. “Not just Sweet Heat but Sour Starburst, Summer Splash, FaveReds--!”

“Ugh.” Dewey rolled his eyes. “FaveReds are so stupid. Everyone knows the yellow Starburst are the best.”

“Will you kindly shut up, Dewford!” Louie snarled, looking behind him for a brief instant before facing Doofus again. “Hey… so… listen, we kind of need some of that Sweet Heat if you don’t mind. You know the drill. Can’t go on an adventure without being cursed by a vengeful ghost because we broke it’s baby’s prized pacifier. So I’ll just… take that off your hands--!”

Louie clutched the bar of Starburst and tried to tug but it wouldn’t budge. Doofus just stared down at him as he kept trying to yank it from him.

“Actually Llewellyn, if you desire this particular pack of candy, I would suggest a trade.” Doofus said.

“Dude, it’s Halloween. The whole point is to give me candy for nothing!” Louie got a little annoyed.

“But if you’re going to be SPECIFIC about the one you want then the price goes up just a tad. Not to worry though. It’s nothing physical. I just want you to do an adorable dance for me.” Doofus smiled.

“WHAT?!” Louie gasped. “Sorry but I don’t dance and I don’t… ADORABLE either!”

That earned him a slap over the head from Huey.

“OW!” Louie rubbed his head and glared at his brother, contemplating a kick to the balls.

“We don’t have time for this. Just dance so we can get this incredibly rare candy.” Huey said, tapping his foot.

Louie blushed and sighed. He was in the appropriate outfit. These Harley Quinn booty shorts were made for dancing probably.

He looked back at his now smirking brothers, sweating and face getting even more red, before sighing and proceeding to dance as best he could.

He was shockingly bad at it.

He swung about and shook his butt around like he thought someone wearing this outfit would do. “Oh wow. Look at me. I’m dancing in these embarrassing booty shorts. How adorable probably…!”

RIIIIIIP!

“YIIIPE!” Louie’s blushing face shined an even brighter red when he heard that loud tear and he reached over to grab his butt.

“Whoopsie.” Huey chuckled.

“I see London…” Dewey sang.

“SHUT… UP!” Louie snapped, tugging at the torn shorts to try to close the gap in his butt that was showing off his embarrassing briefs. Unfortunately, this costume was super cheap and tugging at it just made it tear even more. By the time Louie realized what he was doing, it was too late.

The booty shorts split completely in half.

Louie stared into space, eyes super wide. The scene was quiet as the three other boys just looked at him before the shorts flopped to his ankles.

Eventually, Doofus began clapping.

“Adorable.”

With that, he tossed the Sweet Heat Starburst to Huey and closed his door.

Dewey sauntered up to Louie and patted his head. “Good job. Thanks to you we’re a step closer to being saved.”

Louie stood up straight, still staring ahead, and feeling the breeze waft by his bare legs and undies before his eye twitched. His brain seemed to have derped with a combination of embarrassment and rage.

“It took us way too long to get here and get that item though.” Huey muttered as he looked at his watch. “30 minutes have passed already.”

“Oh really?” Dewey perked up and then observed his body from every angle. “I don’t feel any different. I guess he was lying about the consequences. You know, it wouldn’t surprise me if this was some elaborate prank set up by Uncle Scrooge and Mom.”

Huey raised a brow.

“Hmm?” Dewey raised his when he noticed Huey staring at him. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Dude uh… your… pants…” Huey pointed.

Dewey looked down… and then he blushed before shrieking. “EEEK! WHAT THE-?! HUH?!”

His pants were gone. His dinosaur themed underoos were on display for a brief instant before they too began transforming!

“Haha! Looks like someone else is… eh?” Louie began before looking down and feeling a transformation going on with his exposed briefs too.

“Oh no! You--!” Huey winced before feeling the same thing as well. “WE’RE changing somehow… I think?” He panicked a bit, his Fish themed underoos were transforming into something poofy and white.

In a flash, the three of them were now standing out in the open air with large poofy white diapers on. There were faded Halloween designs and patterns on them but the fact of the matter was… they looked like overgrown babies with these on!

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!” The three of them screamed and covered themselves with their hands. In Dewey’s case, he tried tugging his shirt down to cover himself but it didn’t do much. The diaper was too bulky.

“What the heck man?!” Dewey snapped. “Is this the curse?”

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA!” Laughter rang out from behind them as the ghastly visage of the mummy’s ghost appeared once more. “SURPRISE!”

“Dude! Seriously! We’ve already went through this potty training crap once! I can’t handle it again!” Louie pointed at him, shaking and floundering for some sort of control over his voice.

“Yeah, I’m… mostly potty-trained already! I at least know I don’t need this when I’m awake!” Dewey protested.

“It doesn’t matter.” The ghost responded. “30 minutes have passed and therefore the first leg of your punishment has come. I call it my Mental Regression Curse!”

Huey gulped. “M-Mental…?”

“That’s right.” The ghost leered down and got all up in their faces, making them step back as their pupils shook. “The first interval sees diapers that cannot be removed by anyone accept a ghost, making their way onto your butts. The second interval sees the rest of your baby clothes appearing. The third interval will be the mental regression. You’ll think, feel, and act like babies. Fear not though, since there’s three of you, I’ve made sure the regression will happen to just one of you every 30 minutes. Plenty of time to find everything on that list.”

Huey was sweating as he counted on his fingers. “30 minutes just past. Adding the next two intervals plus the fact that there’s three of us means… AGH! We only have two hours left!”

“We had the entire length of Avengers: Endgame to do this?!” Dewey put his hands to his head. “Oh no! At least give us a Lord of the Rings trilogy amount of time!”

“Trick or treating’s end is close at hand. Be sure to find the rest in time. Once you’ve fully mentally regressed, you’ll be taken back with me to the afterlife so that my dear beloved baby can have his replacement for the pacifier you broke… three new baby friends to play with for all eternity. BWAHAHAHAHA!”

He then laughed and disappeared in a green haze.

The three of them stood there in astonishment.

A loud hissing was heard and both Huey and Dewey turned to Louie, who immediately blushed and darted his eyes back to them.

“... He said this diaper was irremovable unless you’re a ghost right?” Louie muttered.

Huey and Dewey nodded.

“... Okay… well then… I hope the pee stays warm for at least a little while. I need some kind of warmth to keep me comfy right now.”

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The night dragged on as the three of them traversed from house to house, frantically looking for the next item on the list.

“AAAAAUGH! SERIOUSLY?!” Louie snapped. “Who even likes Coffee Nut M&Ms? Do they even still make those?”

Dewey and Huey panted alongside Louie, hands on their knees and hearts beating rapidly. The night was certainly not getting any younger and they had about 15 minutes left before the next interval of this curse hit them.

“We’ve got no choice but to find them.” Huey said.

“Maybe if we--OH SNAP! LOOK!” Dewey gasped, spotting a house with a guy dressed up as Ghostface. Around him were several baskets full of M&Ms and Skittles. The numerous different flavors were wild.

The three of them shared a glance of realization before racing over and rummaging through the baskets.

“No! NO! PEANUT BUTTER?! CRISPY?! UGH!” Louie whined, his wet diaper sloshing about with each one he tossed.

“Hey uh, kids, would you mind putting the candy BACK in the basket if you don’t want them?” The Ghostface man asked.

“Excuse me sir!” Huey went up to the person. “Do you have any Coffee Nut M&Ms?”

“Oh! I do…” He turned and looked at a now empty basket. “Or rather, I did… I think the last one was made off with by those young lads over there. They're pretty rare so they go fast when people see them.” He turned and pointed down the street.

Dewey peered ahead and gasped. The three kids ahead of them were young Beagle Boys. They were dressed like burglars too.

“Beagle Boys…” Huey muttered under his breath, slumping as though he couldn’t believe how rotten their luck was.

Dewey made a determined glare in their direction and rolled up the sleeves of his pilot’s shirt. “I’ll take care of this!”

“Dewey!” Huey gasped and held out his hand when the flagrant middle child ran after them.

Dewey managed to catch up in time to hear the musings of the Beagle Children muttering to themselves.

“Dressing up as burglars was a good idea, Clyde!” One of them said with a smirk.

“Yeah. Now it really FEELS like we’re stealing the candy, even though we ain’t! HAR HAR!” The other one, Clyde probably, said back.

The third one was just munching away at what was in his bag already.

Dewey was tip-toeing up behind the three of them and peering into each of the bags at their waists. His eyes kept darting between them because the darkness was making it hard to tell which one were the M&Ms…

Eventually, he got fed up enough with trying to be accurate that he just reached in and grabbed a handful of their candy.

“AH-HA! GOT IT!” Dewey laughed, holding the Coffee M&Ms in hand.

“You sure did.” One of the Beagle Boys said, looming over him with his fists clenched. The other two stood by his side, growling down at Dewey.

Dewey’s eyes got big as he turned to face them. He then chuckled and put the candy behind his back. The big, muscular, square shaped bullies were clearly not amused.

The one in the center cracked his knuckles.

“So, rich duckie isn’t satisfied getting free candy from strangers eh? He wants to one up us pretending to steal by ACTUALLY stealing from us eh?”

“N-N-NO! W-Well I… I guess I kinda--! YIPE!” Dewey yelped when his entire head was grabbed and he was lifted off the ground. In that split second he used his hand to toss the M&Ms behind him, hoping that one of his brothers was close enough to catch it.

“How dare you come up with the idea to steal from other kids candy bags before WE did!” The angry Beagle Boy snarled in Dewey’s now sweat drenched face.

“Haha! I could uh… maybe help you guys out with your bullying ways next time. Maybe be a candy stealer planner of sorts?” Dewey gulped.

“Hmm…” The one holding Dewey up pretended to think. “Nah. You work better as meat for my meat tenderizing fists. Halloween doesn’t only have to be about the candy after all.”

Dewey’s pupils shrunk. “Meep.”

Huey managed to catch the M&Ms that Dewey tossed, thankfully. Unfortunately, both him and Louie had to stand back and wince in pain as Dewey was beaten up by the three bullies. They could see the horrendous flight cloud happening just off-screen and the horrible sounds of his body being twisted and bashed into the pavement. It masked the pain filled screams he kept letting out. It was quite the sight to behold.

When they were done, Huey and Louie watched as Dewey’s body was tossed hard against someone’s window!

The kids sitting inside the house enjoying their candy and Halloween specials got a little scare when the diapered duck boy slammed against it and slowly slid down it, leaving a huge drool trail behind from his flopped out tongue.

He then landed head first into a garbage can, his diapered butt and legs sticking out of it.

Huey and Louie rushed over to the can and hurriedly dragged Dewey out of it. That loud hissing was back again, only this time it was Dewey who was christening his diaper as a result of a bladder failure caused by extreme pain.

“Dewey! Are you okay? Look at me! Who am I?” Huey asked in a panic, shaking his brother a bit.

“Well if it isn’t Mr. Melon Shakers! How goes the water polo match? I’d like to come join you but I’ve got SEVERAL squirrels that I need to shove down my pants today! Perhaps another time!” Dewey said, slurring his voice with his eyes rolling in their sockets.

Louie blinked. “Yeah, sounds like something Dewey would say. He’s fine.”

Huey shot Louie an angry glare before an explosion of green smoke appeared behind them.

“AGH!” The two of them gasped and turned to see a smirking visage of their ghostly tormentor for a brief instant before he snapped his fingers and disappeared again.

Suddenly, the three of them found themselves decked out in full baby garb, complete with a bib, a pacifier on a string, baby booties, and rattles in their hands. Huey even got a baby bottle full of milk stuck in the back end of his diaper.

“Oh… well, the good thing about that is that I AM a bit parched from all this fear…” Huey muttered.

“No time. We gotta keep going!” Louie grabbed his arm and pulled him along. Dewey ended up getting dragged along the grass, due to being barely conscious and covered in bruises.

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“Are you sure about this Huey?” Louie asked as they looked across the street at the seemingly baron 7-Eleven.

“I’m sure. We’ve tried all the houses we could but there were no Acai Hi-Chews.” Huey said. “If it’s going to be anywhere, it’s going to be here.”

Dewey, who had recovered a bit by now, looked over at the store and whined. “But… we don’t have any money you know?”

Huey’s eyes widened. “Oh yeah! That’s right! Oh no! We’ve gotta go home and get some!”

“Hey, how about we don’t do that and instead just GRAB THE THING AND RUN!” Louie snapped.

“But… but that would be stealing!” Huey bit his fingers in a panic. “A Junior Woodchuck should never STEAL. It’s out of the question. My oath--!”

“--Won’t mean anything if you're some mummy’s ghost’s baby’s plaything!” Louie said, turning Huey around and pushing him towards the 7-Eleven with the scary blue light illuminating the empty parking lot.

Huey’s teeth chattered and he gulped before rushing the rest of the way. Louie was right. He had to do this to save their lives. Plus, as a Junior Woodchuck he not only had the skills to pull this off but the responsibility to protect his younger brothers. Though, it still pained him having to use his skills to accomplish this.

“I’ll try and find a way to make up for this.” Huey whispered to himself as he opened the door. “Maybe there’s a repenting badge or some--!”

Ding-a-ling!

Huey winced and hurried behind a rack of medicine and headache relief bottles. He hated that little bell that went off every time someone entered the store. He peeked around the corner and looked around.

This place was dark. There was only one light and for some reason it was flickering on and off.

He also didn’t see the store clerk.

With a gulp, Huey searched the aisles, moving faster and faster the longer the oppressive lonesome atmosphere got to him. He eventually came across the Hi-Chews and his eyes lit up. “Okay. The flavors! THE FLAVORS!”

Grape. Green Apple. Lemon. Strawberry.

No. No. No. NO!

“COME ON!” He snapped and searched it before his eyes landed on the object of his affection.

Acai.

“I’ve FOUND it!” He laughed, grabbing it and holding it up.

“You gonna pay for that.” A voice rang behind him.

Huey froze and slowly turned around…

… Only to be face to face with a scary pair of zombie faces!

“GYEEEAAAAAAAH!” Huey screamed, pissing his diaper on the spot before running in the other direction and leaving the store with the Acai Hi-Chews in hand.

The two teenagers back in the store pulled off their masks and chuckled.

“Ah man. He was really scared. We didn’t even get a chance to tell him that the Hi-Chews are free tonight.” One of them said.

“Oh well. He got what he wanted at least. Poor kid.” Said the other.

“NOOOOO! DON’T EAT ME! I TASTE LIKE FIREWOOD AND URINE!” Huey screamed as he ran across the street and practically tackled his brothers to the ground.

The three of them groaned as they laid there on top of one another, dressed as babies, and now all three had wet their diapers like little scaredy duckies.

“Maybe we should have asked for help…?” Dewey said.

“It would have wasted more time trying to search for the others…” Louie groaned.

“Blegh… well, whatever… we got the last item…!” Huey said, holding the Hi-Chews up.

Suddenly, a green haze spiraled around them! The three of them sat there, shaking with fear, wondering what was about to happen, before the green smog randomly smacked Dewey in the face!

Suddenly, Dewey was sitting there, wide-eyed and out of it… he then felt his eyes droop a bit and his mouth drool.

“H-Hey… guyssszz? I feels funny…” Dewey muttered. He then began giggling and started to suck his thumb, his eyes getting wider and sparkling with babyish wonderment. “Goo goo ga gaaaaa…!” He said suddenly.

“AAAAH! DEWEY?!” Huey and Louie panicked.

“Dew Dew! Hehehehehe~!” Dewey began laughing as though his name were the funniest thing ever.

“What happened?! I thought that was the last item?” Louie asked.

“It is!” Huey snapped, reading the list over. “Sweet Heat Starburst, Coffee Nut M&Ms, and the Acai Hi-Chews! The curse should be broken now…!” Huey looked down the list and didn’t see anything as he tried holding it up to the moonlight too.

Louie’s eyes got big when he did this. “Dude… DUDE! There’s something written on the back!”

“The… back…?” Huey turned the list around and screamed. “GYAAAH! A WONDER BALL?! He wants a WONDER BALL?! Those were DEFINITELY discontinued! They don’t exist anymore!”

“Oh no! What are we gonna do?!” Louie panicked, feeling his wet diaper sag even more now that he’d just let go once again in another fit of fear.

“This mummy’s sensibilities are so old. The Wonder Ball was a thing from the early 2000s… how are we gonna… OH WAIT! Dewey said he knew a place that had retro candy!” Huey said.

“Retro…? Oh! But wait… if they were discontinued in the 2000s, that means this place sells 20 year old candy?” Louie winced.

“Well, whatever. A dry as heck mummy wants it. Who cares?” Huey said, turning to Dewey. “Tell us where to go Dewford!”

Dewey responded by giggling and sucking on the pacifier that was around his neck.

“GAH!” Louie panicked and patted around his body. “Our phones are gone! I can’t look the place up on it…!”

“Oh wait!” Huey looked up with a smile. “I still have my red hat on!” He reached under it and pulled out his phone! “YES… NO! It’s got 5% power left!”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU CHARGE IT BEFORE YOU LEFT?!” Louie screamed.

“THERE WAS A LOT ON MY MIND, OKAY?!” Huey screamed back.

The two of them had to bolt. Louie carried the drooling, derpy Dewey on his back as Huey tried his best to find the store with the GPS on his dying phone. It took a while to get a name and a direction but using context clues he managed to find it. It was many, MANY miles away!

They had to hurry so, reluctantly, Huey resorted to stealing again. He grabbed a bicycle that was resting by the side of a building as the owner of it went to get candy and peddled as fast as his feet could take him.

Louie managed to follow by clinging to Huey’s back. The seat was small so they had to really snuggle close to fit. Dewey was tossed into the basket in the front of it.

“Come on! Come on! Come on!” Huey grunted as he kept going.

Another 30 minutes passed them by. 

Suddenly Huey stopped biking and ended up slamming it into the side of a building.

“GAH!” Louie flopped onto his soaked diaper bottom and rubbed his head. “What the-? Why’d you STAAAAAAH!”

Huey sat there, sucking his thumb with his eyes crossed, his diaper filling up with more pee as his brain went bye-bye. Dewey giggled and hugged his brother from behind, gurgling and drooling with his empty, regressed eyes.

“Oh no! NO! NO! NO! This isn’t happening!” Louie hoisted his brothers up and watched as they hugged him.

“Big bwuddaaa!” Huey said.

“Gooo goooo!” Dewey said as well.

“NO! No! You two stop that right now! I’m your youngest brother! That isn’t how this is going to go down, you hear me!” He stammered as he grabbed them by their arms and tugged them along. The bike was demolished but they were close enough that they could make it on foot.

Eventually, Louie managed to make it to the spot where Huey’s phone had directed them, right before it died. He ran inside with his two drooling, wet brothers clinging to him and rushed to the counter.

He managed to make it with about two minutes left.

This store was very retro indeed. It looked more like something out of the 90s rather than the early 2000s but then again, those years tended to blend together often.

“Whoa. It’s a cute little baby duck. Where’s your mommy little guy?” The store clerk, a dude wearing a shirt with a red exclamation point on it as a tribute to Metal Gear, spoke in a cooing manner to Louie. “If you want cool retro candy, you’ve come to the right place.”

“Yeah! Sure! Whatever! WONDER BALL! I NEED WONDER BALL!” Louie shouted, panicking with teary eyes as he grabbed the older duck by the shirt.

“Oh? Yeah, we’ve got 'em. In the back of the store where all the discontinued Willy Wonka stuff is. We use special retro candy store technology to keep them preserved for decades. It’s totally legal.”

Louie didn’t give a crap about what this dude was going on about. All he heard was “back of the store” and that’s where he went. This happened all the while Huey and Dewey were giggling and hugging his legs. Louie had to slowly stumble his way over with his sagging wet diaper and them clinging to his feet before he made it to the table.

“Wonder Ball… Wonder Ball… WONDER BALL!” Louie cried as he held it up. “I FOUND IT!”

Lightning flashed.

The store clerk went, “Whoa.”

Then the green haze appeared once again, right in front of the three of them.

The ghostly visitor was back.

Time was up.

“H-Here you go! W-W-We found it! All of it!” Louie said, presenting the candy to him. “Y-You won’t take us to the afterlife now as ghost babies will you?”

“Hmm…” The ghost looked down at them and collected the items.

He then grabbed the Wonder Ball.

“It’s said that these were hollow chocolate balls with little sweet tart candy pieces inside…” He then opened the packaging and opened the Wonder Ball to reveal… a bunch of candy dust inside the chocolate.

It poured out and scattered into candy ash on the floor.

Louie’s eyes got as wide as saucers and his gaze shifted to the store clerk.

“Oh yeah. Sorry little dude. Haven’t figured out how to preserve the candies inside it yet. Just the chocolate. My bad.” He shrugged.

Louie’s gaze went back to the ghost. “Humana humana humana humana…”

“BWAHAHAHA! Do not worry.” The ghost spoke. “Time may be up but you DID gather the items I asked of you.”

Louie felt his heart beat slow a tad. “Oh…? Really, well that’s….”

“Unfortunately, I didn’t get EXACTLY what I wanted so you don’t get EXACTLY what you want either.” He said, peering into Louie’s eyes some more.

Louie’s diaper began to reek.

“... What… what exactly do you have in mind oh hopefully merciful mummy ghost…!”

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“THIS SUCKS! SOMEBODY CHANGE ME!” Louie screamed as he shook the bars of the crib he was trapped in. He had been given a new diaper but he’d already wet it due to the incontinence that came with this punishment.

“It’s no use. Our scheduled diaper change doesn’t happen until another half hour lat-OOF!” Huey’s eyes crossed and he flopped onto his back, wetting his diaper, as a baby block beamed him in the face from the far end of the crib.

“EEP! Don’t hurt me!” Dewey shrieked, clasping his hands together and engaging in fear wetting in his diaper next.

The mummy baby they shared the crib with only giggled and shook it’s rattle around.

They were in a ghost nursery.

The three of them had their souls ripped from their bodies and were transported to a nursery in the afterlife, where they were to stay for the rest of Halloween.

Only, Halloween in the afterlife lasted an entire year.

Not to worry though. They wouldn’t age and they’d be put back in their bodies at the exact same point in time their souls were ripped from them. To the world of the living, it’d be like no time had passed at all, including to their bodies.

Their minds and souls would feel every passing second being stuck here though.

“Feeding time!” the ghostly wail of the ghost daycare taker soared past their heads. Three baby bottles appeared before the three boys. Huey’s floated into his mouth and he sucked it down, while unconscious.

Dewey grumbled and then shot a glare at Louie.

Louie merely drank his body and slowly suck lower and lower in shame before eventually being on his stomach.

Yeah. This is why you don’t go breaking artifacts stolen from a mummy’s tomb.

He wondered if the incontinence would follow once their souls were allowed back into their bodies.

For now, the only visual they were allowed of the world of the living was a crystal ball toy that showed them their three bodies, laid out on top of graveyard, eyes white and diapers full to the brim.

Their ghostly specter left a fun little message on their diapers for them to observe as they waited out the year in this daycare hell.

On Huey’s diaper, it read “HAPPY”.

On Dewey’s diaper, it read “HALLOWEEN”.

On Louie’s diaper, it read “LOSERS!”

Put it together and you had the message they were stuck gazing at whenever they wanted to take a peek at their bodies back in the living world.

Happy Halloween, Losers!

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Well, that wasn’t exactly a happy ending but it wasn’t a bad ending either. The three of them will get their souls placed back into their bodies at the graveyard after a year in Daycare Hell with the other ghost babies. It’ll be as if time didn’t pass for their bodies or the entire rest of the world too. They’ll remember their time there though. It’ll definitely feel like time had passed. Who knows? Maybe even the incontinence WILL follow them when they go back. It’s too early to say but what I can promise you is that it was a Halloween they’ll never forget.

Tell me, which of the three makes for the cutest, most tormented baby in this story?

Hopefully, you all have a Halloween that you won’t forget either. I’ll see you again soon!