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SP: The Infernal Internship of Mark Beaks!

Side note: Some of these episodes that Y/n will be in might not have Gyro being in it. Be warned. Oh and SP means special episode. This one shot takes place after the race with the Buddy system.

*2 days later from Buddy Race*

Y/n POV:

*insert intense Scottish bagpipe music* WHY AM I EVEN HERE- I'm currently sitting down and holding up a record player as a "supervisor" for Scrooge. I was also told we would be going to the store and I needed some new gear for my projects. But now, I'm just sitting here, only useful in playing radio music while THESE TWO *cough* Scrooge and Glomgold stare the deaths to each other, not even a word.

Oh right, you lovely readers are being introduced to Flintheart Glomgold. This guy isn't relevant. That's it.

As I'm sitting in the two split rooms, Huey and Dewey were also waiting on Scrooge for what the "so told" plan to go shopping. "Are we going to the store, or..." Huey said looking at me. I shrugged and Scrooge put a finger towards Huey's beak, still not breaking eye contact with Glomgold.

"Quiet. I'm in the middle of a Vision Beast battle of will." Scrooge replied. "So it's a staring contest?" Asked Dewey. "Exact point." I said trying to get back up, only to be pushed down by Glomgold. "STAY DOWN DEBORAH, YOU MUST CONTINUE THE PULSE OF THE WAR." "My name is Y/n-." "And this is not just a staring contest! It's a..*gasp*" he said as he was slowly about to look at them.

"Nice try McDuck, but your family bickering will never get me to look away, never!" "It's a staring contest." Replied Dewey again. "Exact point once again." I commented. "BE QUIET SHAKIRA." Really now-

"Excuse me." Came in a voice of a short dog butler." "This area of the Duckburg Billionaires Club is only for our elite members." He also motioned me to get up and leave with them. Finally! "NO SUSIE! YOU CANT LEAVE NOW!" I pinched the bridge of my beak and went up to the boys as we were walking to the door.

That's when the doors opened, and I accidentally bumped into the person who was there. Okay. This is getting old. Luckily I didn't fall, but I was face to face with....oh.......

"Oh hey babes! I'll be with you in a sec." I groaned in annoyance as he walked past us. The kids looked up at him. "Is that..?" Huey gasped. "Yep." Mark interrupted as we left.

"That was Mark Beaks!" Huey exclaimed. "We know." Dewey and I said at the same time. "Wait how-." "It's a long story." Dewey interrupted. "Plus, what do you even like about him?" I asked. "Um, youngest tech member of technology?! And he's right in there! Oh man, I'm almost breathing the same air as him." He then whiffed the air. "Oh, ingenuity."

Dewey stopped playing with the guard stand which I had to hold up so it wouldn't fall. "Come on, like I couldn't be a young, influential businessman guy?" Huey and I looked at each other and I looked away awkwardly while Huey snickered under his breath. "What?" Dewey raised a brow. "Oh. Oh! You were serious?" "Sorry for you to hear this Dewey, but you're the more..uh..fun and crazy type." I added. "And irresponsible than the serious, brilliant, successful guy." Huey added to my statement.

"You guys don't know! At least I'm not the guy who just reads about people who do stuff guy and the not the one who does math problems while looking at gadgets type guy." "I'm flattered." I said sarcastically, frowning. "I could be a bigger deal than Beaks in three years, tops!" He said as he put the helmet on which caused rupture from the ground and caused the armor to fall on me. "Sorry Y/n! I'll pay for the medical bills and the armor in three years!" I sighed heavily in response.

I got up and brushed myself off. "Well, we should be on our way, before he gets back.." I muttered the last part. "WAIT! I GOT TO MEET MARK BEAKS!" Huey exclaimed. "You can. I'll meet you boys outsi-." "Keep making that money yall!" No- I'm too late. "See you in two million dollars and counting!" Mark Beaks walked out of the club, phone in hand.