Who is Julie McDuck?!

Fight!

I ran into the room just in time to save Louie from getting hurt by the Deux Exclalibur. 

"Thanks, Julie!"

"Don't thank me yet!" I said, grabbing his hand and pushing him behind a sun dial.

I faced the pirate, who was now riding on the back of the headless horse and wielding the sword.

And Huey was right in his line of sight.

"You mess with him, you mess with me!" I yelled as I grabbed another sword and charged right at the ghost.

"Don't...touch...him!" I shouted with each clash of the swords. Once I had him caught off guard, I used all the strength I had in my lower body to kick the headless horse out from under the ghost. He fell to the floor and I pointed the sword at his chest. He glared up at me, knowing he'd lost.

"What do you want, ya jerk?" 

"The head of Scrooge McDuck!"

"Lass, the statue!" Uncle Scrooge called from behind the ghost. I nodded and swung the sword at the neck of the statue, cutting the head clean off before my uncle caught it.

"There's yer head," Uncle Scrooge said, tossing the pirate's ghost the piece of statue.

"I should've been more specific!" the ghost cried out before vanishing into thin air. The head fell onto the horse, who was now appeased with "no longer being a freak" and ran inside.

As if on cue, all the kids came out from behind the sun dial and began to cheer, but Scrooge silenced them by slamming his cane on the ground.

"I thought Webby was giving ya lot a tour! How'd you end up here?"

"We can explain! We came down to your secret museum to look for you, because we...love you?" Louie said nervously, awkwardly hugging Scrooge.

"Secret museum? This is the gar-age!"

"He means garage," I whispered.

"I cannae believe this! I invite you into my home..."

"You locked us in a room!" Louie countered.

"I left you with Julie!"

"All we wanted was to hang out with you!" Huey said with a sad look in his eyes.

"Well, now you have! And look at the mess it's got me!"

"I guess 'family's nothing but trouble'. Right Scrooge?" Dewey sassed, glaring at his great-uncle.

Uh-oh. I knew that Dewey didn't know what Scrooge had went through, but...

"Everybody out," Scrooge growled.

"But-"

"OUT!" My uncle slammed his cane against the gong of Pixiu.