DuckTales: Mysteries of the Past

The Missing Links of Moorshire!

It is a calm, beautiful day at a golf course in Moorshire, Scotland, as the Duckberg Billionaire's Club is holding its annual Golf tournament. This time, in the home of golf itself. This year would be Scrooge vs Glomgold, as always, and Scrooge was expected to win... as always.

"Get excited, kids. Golf is in our blood. Yer ancestor, Black Donald McDuck actually invented the sport. Of course he lost so badly that the ensuing temper tantrum caused King James to ban golfing across all of Scotland." Scrooge explains.

"And we're proud of that in some way?" Louie asks.

"I don't know man, go-karts, hitting things really hard with sticks, not being grounded for said hitting, sounds kind of awesome." Dewey says.

"It's a sport where you try not to score points to make it end sooner. Hard pass."

"Trust me, yew'll love it. The quiet strategy, the intense focus, the-" Scrooge is cut off byWebby blowing a sports horn, "semi-permanent hearing loss."

"Go Scrooge! Boo, Glomgold! Yay, custom t-shirts!" Webby cheers before blowing the horn again, to the ire of everyone.

"Ae'm glad yer excited, dear, but this sport requires a certain decorum."

"Yeah, Webby, ease off the vuvuzela a tad? Please?" Rebecca requests as she checks her ear, dressed in a very, very different outfit from her normal one. She wore a white short-sleeved blouse, orange bodice, orange and green tartan petticoat, a matching over-the-shoulder tartan plaid, socks patterned like Scrooge's, and a pair of ghillies.

"Hey sis, what are you all dressed up for? Going on a date after this?" Louie teases. "Why the serious getup?"

"If you must know, this is an aboyne dress, the traditional highland outfit for female dancers. So, it is the closest thing to a Scottish cheerleading outfit, in my opinion." She does, doing a twirl to show it off.

"Cheerleading?"

"Well I wanna look the part if I'm to cheer on Uncle Scrooge."

"And, Webby dressing as a simple fan?"

"To each their own." Rebecca shrugs.

"Well I think you look great sis." Dewey says supportively.

"Thank you, Dewey. At least you are supportive of me."

"But why do you even have that?" Louie asks.

"I dance competitively."

"Huh?"

"Lass is the winner of the girl's dancing portion of the annual Duckburg Highland Games." Scrooge says with a smile.

"Four years running." Rebecca does a pose from a dance, just to show off.

"She is amazing! You've gotta see her Scottish Sword Dance." Webby says.

Dewey and Louie look at each other, hearing that terrifying them to no end. Anything involving Rebecca and swords can not be good for their health.

"Everybody move!" Huey warns as Launchpad crashes his and Huey's announcer cart into a pond.

"This lake will be used for the swimming portion of the competition." Launchpad says as the cart sinks.

Rebecca sighs. "I'll get some rope..."

...

Launchpad pushes the cart out as Rebecca pulls, all while Huey dries off. Meanwhile, Scrooge is practicing his stroke.

"Alright Webbigail, care to- what are yew doing?" Scrooge asks as Webby makes a 'Go Scrooge' sign.

"Oh sorry, I've never been to a sport before. but don't worry, I'm going to be the best fan." She explains.