Who is Julie McDuck?!

Escaping Atlantis

I jumped out of the sub and into the lost city of Atlantis, which, for some reason was upside-down as Scrooge read some of the hieroglyphics etched onto the stone wall.

"According to these markings," he deciphered, "the Atlantans were so eager to build a city of wonders and death traps, they didn't stop to figure out a proper support structure and the whole thing fell into the sea! You kids best stay by the sub while I scout ahead."

"Dewey ran in as soon as you said 'death traps'," Huey said.

I facepalmed and groaned. That kid's gonna get himself killed.

"Come on, Scrooge! We got this!" Dewey called from ahead.

"Boy!" Uncle Scrooge yelled before heading in after him. The rest of us followed close behind.

As we walked, I looked around the temple. Sure, it was upside-down, but the architecture and details were amazing. If only they started with a good foundation.

We finally caught up to Dewey, who was sitting on the floor with his arms crossed.

"Lad! Ae thought the death traps would get ya for sure!"

In response, Dewey just angrily pointed at the ceiling. We all looked up, and oh, there was the death trap.

"Stupid upside-down temple; nothing cool about walking UNDER buzzsaws," he grumbled, getting up to face us.

"And yet getting cut into a million little pieces by buzzsaws is?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "OK, kid; gotcha."

"From now on, don't touch anything!" Scrooge warned.

Everyone walked by before Dewey kicked a rock in frustration, eventually hitting a booby trap that unleashed a pile on snakes onto poor Launchpad.

We all ran to the next door, panting while Uncle Scrooge cracked his back and looked at me.

"Maybe Atlantis was an ambitious first outing," he sighed.

"Yeah, maybe," I agreed. "But maybe you should teach them a thing or two, show 'em how to handle certain situations like you taught me."

"Yes, but you're older than them. And the third one is just...so much like her!"

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Just don't leave them in your shadow, okay? I'll make sure Dewey doesn't get hurt."

Huey, Louie and Webby stayed back to help carry Launchpad (who was now full of snake venom) while Uncle Scrooge, Dewey, and I led the way. We soon arrived in a room with a bridge over a giant chasm with blue lasers covering the path.

"Woah," Dewey gasped. "Suspension bridge? Chasm? Blue mystical lasers? Classic!"

He almost walked right into one of the beams before Scrooge yanked him back with his cane.

"Even a basic death trap still has the word 'death' in the title!" To prove his point, he touched the beams with his cane, triggering a blast of fire from below.

"Yikes," I said. "Well, counting out the possibility of getting fried by fire, I'm open to ideas."

"We'll find another route; it's not safe for amateur adventures."

"That sounds like a challenge!" Oh, crap.

"I have to stress, that is NOT a challenge."

"Is exactly what you'd say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge! Well, challenge accepted!" Dewey cried before jumping into the stream of lasers.

"There is no challenge!" Uncle Scrooge shouted.

My first instinct was to jump in myself and rescue him, but...no fire came up as my cousin continued to dance through the lasers.