A beautiful woman named Leela comes to work for Scrooge McDuck as the children's tutor and co pilot. When Launchpad meets her, he falls madly in love with her. And she with him
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Over the next few months, Leela has enjoyed her time at McDuck Manor.
She loved the children.
And she mostly enjoyed her time with Launchpad.
She tried to keep it as friendly as possible, because Scrooge has a rule against employees dating.
One morning, Leela woke up, got dressed, and went to the library.
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The kids then walked in.
"Good morning, Miss Leela." They all said.
"Good morning, kids. Now I want to take class outside today. I asked your Uncle Scrooge and he said it was alright as long as we stick together. Today, we are going to have class on Meadow Hill." She said.
The kids cheered.
"Now, I want you all to take your books and pencils." She said.
They all did as they were told.
Leela got her guitar and bag.
They all walked to Meadow Hill.
It was a lovely place.
There was a view of the mountains, so many trees and flowers, and cute little animals.
"Now, I want you all to find anything here and draw a picture of it." Leela said.
They all searched around.
They each drew pictures and gave them to Leela.
Huey drew the mountains.
Dewey drew a lizard on a rock.
Louie drew a pine tree.
And Webby drew a bunny eating clovers.
"These are very good. Now hold onto these." She said, handing them back.
"What did you draw, Miss Leela?" Louie asked.
"Well, I drew something that isn't here." She said.
She showed them her picture.
It was a drawing of Launchpad.
"You drew Launchpad? Wow. He would love it." Huey said.
"You think so?" Leela asked.
"It's really good. We know he would love it." Webby said.
"Well thank you all." Leela said.
"Alright, gather around. How about I teach you all a song?" She said, picking up her guitar.
They quickly took a seat around the tree stump she was sitting on.
