DuckTales 'Life is Like a Hurricane' {Adopted Big Brother OC} (ON HOLD)

The 87 Cent Solution!

Episodes opens with a shot of the money bin.

Jaspher: Uncle Scrooge, You looks like Tired. You need To Rest.

Huey: He's sick. He shouldn't be on his feet.

Scene changes to Scrooge entering the Bin building. Jaspher Huey and Webby are seen behind him.

Scrooge: I have to make my morning meeting. A stuffy nose and clogged ears won't kill me.

Webby: Yeah! He's vanquished mythical beasts, demonic armies, robot uprisings!

Scrooge presses the up arrow for the elevator with his cane.

Huey: Which would probably wear out someone half his (whispers) advanced age.

Scrooge: advanced age?

Elevator door opens and Manny and Toy Freddy comes out with a bucket full of invention items.

Toy Freddy: Oh. Hey Mr. mcDuck, Jaspher, Huey and Webby. (Smile)

Manny: (clopping) Where should I put this science waste from the lab?

Toy Freddy: Woah, You looks like sick today, Mr. Mcduck.

Scrooge: For the last time, I'm not sick! (Strikes the bucket with his cane, before walking into the elevator. Webby follows him.)

I groans then Pat my forehead then I help Manny and Toy Freddy.

Manny: (Clopping) That's not what I... (Turns and shrugs to Huey and Jaspher before walking into the lobby. Huey and Jaspher follows Scrooge into the elevator.)

Scene change to Scrooge's office.

Huey: According to the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, your sickness could be-

Huey is cut off by Scrooge closing the vault door of his bin.

Scrooge: Finally. A quick dip before my meeting is all I need to find my vigor.

Scrooge dives and begins swimming in his gold, before stopping with a gasp.

Jaspher: What is it, Uncle Scrooge?

Scrooge: I've been robbed!

Jaspher: But how did they Robbing you?

Scene change to a board room in the Money Bin, where Glomgold is sitting in a chair at the table and Zan Owlson is standing in front of a white board labeled 'Dimes for Ducklings'.

Owlson: Alright, I know you have this insane competition with Scrooge, but we also run this charity with him, so we have to look respectable. Focus? Focus!

As Owlson shouts, Glomgold sits up from where he has been slumped on the table. He glances around.

Glomgold: Wait... (grits his teeth) Listen Owlson, I know we've had our differences, but I'm very close to figuring out the perfect scheme. I may have a way to make more money than Scrooge, win the bet, and take over his company! You're supposed to be smart, maybe you can help. I just need to figure out how...

Glomgold goes to write on the white board, and Owlson flips it around, smacking Glomgold in the face.

Owlson: Ah, ah, ah! N.E.S.T.! No Elaborate Schemes Today!

Glomgold flips the board back around.

Glomgold: What about tonight?

Owlson: No! (Flips the board back to N.E.S.T.)