Two Sided Coin//Scrooge McDuck x Reader

Party Catastrophy

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?"

You held the door open for Mrs. Beakley and Webby as they walked in and out of the manor, totting duffle bags of supplies into the car.

"Ha!" Beakley looked down at you bemusedly. "You couldn't pay me to stay today."

"Clearly," you said, "I can't believe you're missing another one of Scrooge's birthdays! You and I both know that camp isn't real."

Beakley sighed. "I don't want to be around for him to mope about getting older. He's going to be a thorn in my side all day if we don't go."

"Are you sure?" You leaned arrogantly against the door, pretending to clean your nails. "I think this birthday might be... fun. Webby might enjoy it!"

Beakley stopped in her tracks. She was holding a large box over one shoulder like it was weightless and placed the other on her hip.

"Will this birthday be dangerous?" Beakley began to play the game with you of 'Can (Y/n) Answer this Question, or Will She Hack Up a Lung?'

"Nope!" You smiled. "I'm looking forward to it."

Beakley glanced over at Webby, who was parkouring down the stairs. You and she both knew that Webby had wanted to stay for Scrooge's birthday every year, and she had yet to be there for a single one. Beakley groaned.

"Fine." She turned around, walking past an energetic Webby who was rolling and cartwheeling around the foyer. "Webby, dear, we'll be staying this year."

Webby breathed in so deep you thought she had taken all of the air from the room. Then, without warning, she let out an ear piercing squeal.

"Really!" She ran over to her granny and threw her arms around her waist. "Thank you, Granny! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Webby took off in circles around the room. Mrs. Beakley shook her head slightly, but smiled as she began taking her stuff back to their rooms. You couldn't help but grin as you shut the door, watching Webby let out her never-ending energy. That kid could power Duckburg for a day. Three, if she had sugar.

"Woah, what happened to Webby?"

The boys came trotting down the stairs. Dewey lunged to grab Webby, which only ended up sending them both to the ground as she continued to squeal.

"Did you give her a cookie?" Huey gulped. "You know how she gets!"

"Rightfully so," you nodded, "I'd kill for a cookie."

Just then, Donald came bolting out of the door to the courtyard. He screamed as he ran towards the front door, but you mimicked Dewey and threw yourself at Donald. He continued to scream as you pinned him to the floor inches from his escape.

"Donald!" You shouted. "We are going to have fun! I will not let Scrooge have another miserable birthday for the tenth year in a row!"

"His birthday!?" The triplets exclaimed together.

Huey took charge immediately, "Okay, people! We are in crisis party-planning mode! Louie, start a guest list! Dewey-"

"Absolutely not!" Beakley announced as she came back down the stairs. "Mr. McDuck has a strict no-birthday-party rule!"

"I dunno, Beakley," you grinned, "Boys, I think that it's a great idea. Why don't you get started?"

"Yes!" Huey cheered.

"Party!" Dewey did a small dance.

"Aunt (Y/n) said yes so that means its ok!" Louie said rapidly.

"Our most epic relative deserves the most epic party ever!" Huey argued.