Ducktales: Journey To Agartha - Act 5

Chapter 19: Axolotl

Boyd had wandered around the mansion to look for Miss Glamour. The drawing he made for her was close to his chest. Since the rose garden plan was a disaster, this was Boyd's last attempt at trying to give his thanks to Miss Glamour for letting them stay in her mansion. He eventually found her in one of her many living rooms enjoying her third glass of wine. "Hello, Miss Glamour. I made this for you." He smiled and gave the drawing to her.

She eyed it with heavy judgement before taking it to have a peak. "The dress is nice. Did you go through some of my fashion magazines?" Miss Glamour almost sounded impressed which was a very high compliment.

He nodded. "Yeah! I used the photos as reference. Do you like it?"

She smiled and nodded. "Of course I do! I love anything that honors my fashion and me as a whole." She paused. "Other than the dress though, the entire drawing is shit." There was another pause. "But I'll still hang it up." Yeah. She liked it.

Boyd's face lit up. Wow. Miss Glamour actually liked his drawing! He was so nervous that she wouldn't! "Really?! Oh, thank you, Miss Glamour! That's very kind of you to say!" He couldn't wait to go by the refrigerator later that day and see it hung up.

She shrugged and went back to drinking her wine, making sure to put the drawing on a safe spot on the table. "Is that all?"

"Oh, I was wondering if there was an old bike I could use?"

"Ew. Why?"

"So-... So I could ride it?" He was starting to feel cooped up in the mansion. He really wanted to go outside and play in what was left of her backyard.

She looked at him, still confused on why the fuck he wanted to go outside. Disgusting. "Yes. There's a bike." She looked away from him again.

"Thank you! But um..." He wasn't sure if he should leave and find it on his own or not. "Is it outside in a shed or...?" Boyd trailed off.

"It's in my 11th garage. The one with all the motorcycles that have my portraits painted on them."

Boyd had no idea where that was but he'd figure it out. "Okay! Thank you, Miss Glamour!" He waved goodbye and headed outside.

It was easier than Boyd expected. It was a good thing Miss Glamour actually labeled her garages like everyone else! The bike was tucked away in the back corner of the garage. There was dust and spider webs all over it. He quickly brushed all of it off and rode it out of the garage, careful not to hit any motorcycles while doing so.

The bike was in bad shape and was constantly making noises. It was definitely Mark's old childhood bike that he never used. When Boyd figured he should stop riding it and inspect it for damages, he had already flown off of the bike. He picked himself up off the ground and noticed that both of his knees and his elbow were badly scraped. There were small dents on his legs and even one on his head.

Boyd was unsupervised and he was afraid of anyone finding him. He didn't want to get in trouble. The idea of being scolded for not being careful and the pain on top of it made Boyd cry. Poor baby didn't know what to do.

But guess what? Ellie was nearby. Why? She was bored and wanted to kill things. So the only natural thing to do was find a magnifying glass and burn an entire ant colony. Duh. She was in the middle of laughing at the ants melting alive, listening to their tiny screams, when she heard cries in the distance. Obviously, Ellie wasn't one to care about people crying, but she figured she'd check just in case it was Mark. He finished watching Barbie Princess Charm School and it really messed him up.

But when she found the source, it was not Mark, but Boyd.

"Boyd?!" She was quick to come to his aid and kneel down beside him. "Are you alright? Do I need to kill someone for you?"