Two Sided Coin//Scrooge McDuck x Reader

The Kids are Scheming!

- POV of the boys in the previous chapter-

It was the perfect day for the Duck triplets. Uncle Donald had a job interview at ten and they had called the babysitter and given her a wrong address. As soon as Donald was out, they were stealing the house boat and headed for crystal, open water! Cape Suzette, look out!

That was the plan, at least. When the sitter didnt show up, Uncle Donald had piled them all into the car before Dewey could get the boat engine running.

"I can't leave you boys alone for one minute!" Donald raged as he slammed the driverside door. The boys bickered in the backseat as they blamed each other for their plan failing while Donald twisted the car key. The engine groaned and sputtered dangerously before pacing itself to a low rumble. "Boys, if we want to keep our home afloat... we've all got to do things we don't wanna do."

His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Donald's savings were running low, and the longer he went unemployed the closer the boys came to a night without dinner. Dozens of applications had fallen through, and he refused all help from his aunt with the stubbornness that his family was known for. Donald could take care of Della's kids himself, he didn't need those stuck-up people in the mansion!

Except for today. Today, he was out of options.

The boys jumped towards the front of the car as the GPS robotically routed to Donald's last resort.

"McDuck Manor?" Huey chirped curiously. "As in Scrooge McDuck?"

"And (Y/n) (L/n)?" Dewey added. "The adventurers?"

Louie lounged over the middle seat of the front half of the car, "You're finally gonna sell us!"

"I'm not-!" Donald shut his beak patiently, redirecting his frustration into focus as he pressed on the gas. "They owe me."

This sent the boys from a state of disbelief rocketing into a frenzy of energy as they bounced on the balls of their flippers.

"We're gonna meet Scrooge McDuck and (Y/n) (L/n)?!" Dewey's jumping rocked the car as his brothers cheered. "I heard they're so epic, they defeated a rock giant and carved their names into it!"

"I heard they're so smart-" Huey interrupted- "they solved the mystery of the Chupacabra! Turned out it was just a shaved bear."

"I heard Scrooge is so rich," Louie focused on Scrooge, who was his money-making idol, "He only hunts for treasure to swim in it!

"And (Y/n)'s the only human in recorded history!" Huey squealed. "She's a scientific marvel!"

"You can't look anywhere in history without those two!" Dewey leaned on his arms as he retreated into his imagination. "They're the most famous duo of all time!"

Donald, after putting up with their adoring chatter for only a few minutes, was fed up, "Take it down a notch. It's only a couple hours!"

The gates of the manor were the most ornate, posh thing that the boys had ever seen. Louie, in particular, was starstruck by the sheer wealth that the entrance radiated and was willing to do anything to get inside. He was so eager, in fact, that he whined impatiently as Donald spoke to the housekeeper through the intercom attached to the stone walls. Fortunately for Donald, Mrs. Beakley agreed to watch the boys on Scrooge and (Y/n)'s behalf. Just as she was about to open the gates, the exact scenario that Donald had been rushing to avoid played out.

A long, polished black limousine stopped on a dime behind his car. Donald groaned audibly as an obnoxious honk rang out from the vehicle before the door flew open.

"Jettison that jalopy from my driveway this instant, you deadbeat!" A thick, rough Scottish voice shouted from behind.

Knowing he wasn't getting out of this easily, Donald made the move to exit his car and stand at his full height before the limo's passenger. He crossed his arms as a duck a few inches taller than him and years older stormed over. The boys could be heard giggling in the back of the car as they marveled at the old duck with the cane and tophat.