Who is Julie McDuck?!

The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains!

Uncle Scrooge, the boys, and I walked into the Natural History Museum that Glomgold had just added a wing to. Except, I had no idea why we were here. I might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I knew that Scrooge and Glomgold were rivals.

Something wasn't right here.

I fixed my dress' collar. It was a purple dress with fringe on the sleeves, a darker purple hem on the bottom and a sash around my waist that tied into a bow in the back. Not my usual outfit, but I knew that a T-shirt, jacket, and jean shorts probably wouldn't mix well with a formal gathering.

"Thanks for letting me come with you guys, Uncle Scrooge," I said. "It means a lot."

"Ack, you've been busy with yer brother's bairns for almost two weeks; I think you deserve a break," he replied. It was true, and Mrs. Beakely and Donald had been so kind to watch over Kylee and Jake while I was out. "I still cannae believe you wore a dress."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Huey asked and a fond smile slipped onto Uncle Scrooge's beak. He wouldn't...oh, crap. He would.

"Oh, your cousin used to hate dresses or anything girly; something of a tomboy phase, really. I remember I had to chase her around the mansion just to get her to wear one."

I felt my face turn a fire-truck red as the triplets snickered. "Not. A. Word." I growled through my clenched teeth.

Uncle Scrooge led us to a buffet table, encouraging us to stock up on food. I smiled, remembering the first time I went to a gala with him when I was seven. He'd made me do the same thing.

That's when Scrooge saw a woman and gasped, dropping a bag of food. I squinted at her; oh, no. That wasn't-

"What is it? A cursed villain?" Louie asked.

"A villainous curse?" Dewey asked.

"A...man, I hate going third!" Huey complained.

"Worse; it's my ex!" our uncle said.

Huey sputtered. "Your EX?! As in 'ex-girlfriend'?"

"Well..." Before I could tell them who she was, someone spun me around. After I finished spinning, I came beak-to-beak with a guy. He was about my age, seventeen at the oldest, tall, and had messy, dirty-blond hair.

"Hey, Julie; how's it goin'?" he asked, slipping his hand into mine effortlessly.

"Uh, hi? I'm good; I'm sorry, I forgot your name?"

"Aw, c'mon! You don't remember when we crashed that jerk, Gabe's, birthday party together? That's the Julie McDuck I knew back then."

"Cole?"

He shrugged. "That's me. Oh! Here comes my grandmother!" Cole said, pointing the the woman coming down the stairs. "I should introduce you to her! I've told her so much about you!"

"No, no; it's okay! I-"

"Watch your wallets, kids," Uncle Scrooge warned as Goldie approached.

"Please, Scrooge! I wouldn't steal from children!" Goldie replied. "Unless they had something I really wanted. Or I was bored, or..."

"Goldie O'Gilt, the ice queen of Dawson," Scrooge said, leaning on his cane. "I thought I heard the clatter of cloven hooves."

"Scrooge McMoneybags, the tightwad of Duckburg," Goldie returned. "That clatter was probably your brittle bones settling, ya gilded geezer!"

"They seem to like each other," I whispered to Cole as we both snickered.

"Oh, who's this?" Goldie asked, gesturing to me. "I didn't know you had a daughter, Scroogie."