Who is Julie McDuck?!

The Great Dime Chase!

I woke up around 9 and was pulling my jacket over my head when I saw Louie watching TV. I walked up to him.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Not much, just watching some Ottoman Empire," he answered, sipping from a Pep before burping. I sat down with him before Uncle Scrooge came in.

"Do we have any more Pep?" he asked our uncle.

"Ye've got six full cans right here!" Uncle Scrooge responded.

"I only like that first sip; peak carbonation. Never mind; I'll call Beakley." Oh my gosh, could this kid get any more spoiled?!

Louie pulled his phone out of his hoodie pocket before scowling. "Oh man, my phone's dead. Guess I have to buy a new one." I stand corrected.

"Just CHARGE IT!"

"Eh, this one's three months old anyway. Who cares? We're rich!" Louie exclaimed, tossing his cell phone into a nearby trashcan.

I inhaled through my clenched teeth and looked at my uncle. Oh, that did it.

"No, I'M rich! That's it, laddie!" he yelled, using his cane to drag Louie across the floor by his hood. "You're coming with me to the office to learn the value of a hard day's work!"

He turned to me. "Lass, do ya mind comin' with us? I need someone to watch Louie to make sure he doesn't get into trouble."

"Sure thing," I replied, shrugging. "I can show him around the place like you showed me."

"WHAT?! I don't need a babysitter!" Louie sputtered, his cheeks flushing a bright red.

I ruffled his hair. "I know you don't need a babysitter, but you still need adult supervision. Last thing we need is you getting hurt. Or cursed. Or in the hospital."

"Adult supervision?! You're a teenager!"

"Mind your cousin, lad," Scrooge warned. "She may be young, but she could teach ya a lot."

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Launchpad crashed into the Money Bin's wall, signaling our arrival.

"See ya at 6, Launchpad," Scrooge said, turning to Louie and I. "We have a long, hard day of work ahead of us."

Louie looked down when Dewey and Webby spoke up.

"Thanks for letting us tag along, Uncle Scrooge, but I suddenly very much need to use the bathroom."

"Oh, and I will show you where to go to that place," Webby said awkwardly, taking Dewey's hand and leading him down a flight of stairs. Those two are up to something.

Louie tried to sneak off again, but Uncle Scrooge saw him and hooked his cane onto his hood.

"Oh, no you don't," he said, pressing the elevator's up button while Louie scowled.

When we reached the right floor, I should've known that Louie would go right for...

"THE MONEY!" he cheered. "You want me to count the gold, maybe go out and spend some gold to make sure it doesn't expire?"

"There's more to money than just money," Scrooge replied, pulling Louie to a pedestal with a dime on a velvet pillow. "Gold is a beautiful thing, but even something as small as a dime can have meaning. For instance..."

"Um, Uncle Scrooge! A little help!" I called from the Money Bin. Louie was about to dive head-first into a floor full of gold. Luckily, he caught up to Louie right before he could jump off the ledge, grabbing him by his sweatshirt.