With the family off on a vacation trip to the beautiful Duckburg Beach, Scrooge McDuck found himself left behind in the mansion. At first, he intended to take advantage of the quiet to catch up on work, but with the absence of his family, a strange sense of loneliness washed over him. Mrs. Bentina Beakley, ever the attentive caregiver, noticed the shift in Scrooge's demeanor.
“Mr. McDuck,” she said gently, “why don’t we take a break from all this work? You could use a bit of time to relax and unwind.”
Scrooge huffed, but deep down, he knew she was right. “Perhaps a short break…” he conceded, his resolve weakening. Beakley’s nurturing presence had a way of melting away his stubbornness.
As the afternoon wore on, Mrs. Beakley decided to engage Scrooge in some playful activities to lighten the mood. She pulled out a few of Webby’s toys, including a colorful set of building blocks. “Let’s see how high we can build a tower, Mr. McDuck!” she encouraged, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
To her surprise, Scrooge found himself chuckling as he stacked the blocks. There was something liberating about the simplicity of the activity, and soon he was lost in the joy of the moment. Without realizing it, he began to regress into a childlike state, his worries slipping away with each block he placed.
As the day continued, Scrooge’s playful side emerged more and more. Beakley even brought out the pacifier she had kept hidden, and after a moment of hesitation, Scrooge took it, finding comfort in its familiarity. Mrs. Beakley couldn’t help but smile as she watched him embrace this moment of innocence.
Meanwhile, outside the mansion, Glomgold had been lurking, ever the opportunist. He happened to catch a glimpse of Scrooge’s regression through a window and couldn’t resist the chance to document the spectacle. With a sly grin, he whipped out his phone and recorded a video of Scrooge giggling as he built a wobbly tower of blocks with Beakley’s encouragement.
“Look at this, folks! Scrooge McDuck, the great billionaire, reduced to playing with toys! This is gold!” Glomgold exclaimed, posting the video online with a caption that read, “The once-mighty Scrooge McDuck has lost it! #DuckTales #BabyScrooge.”
The video quickly went viral, but contrary to Glomgold’s expectations, the reaction was overwhelmingly supportive. Fans of the Duck family flooded the comments with messages of love and encouragement for Scrooge. “We all need a break sometimes!” “Let him enjoy his childhood!” and “Scrooge deserves some happiness!” filled the thread.
Back in the mansion, Scrooge continued to enjoy his day, unaware of the chaos unfolding online. He played, laughed, and even took a nap on the floor surrounded by blocks, feeling a sense of freedom he hadn’t experienced in ages.
The next morning, the family returned home, their spirits high from the vacation. As they entered the mansion, they were greeted by the sight of Scrooge, still nestled among the blocks, looking blissfully content.
“Scrooge!” Della exclaimed, noticing his childlike state. “What happened to you?”
At that moment, Donald pulled out his phone and showed the viral video to the family. Scrooge’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he watched himself giggling and playing. “This is humiliating!” he barked, his eyes narrowing at Beakley. “You let me do this?”
But instead of ridicule, the family surrounded him with laughter and support. “It’s okay, Uncle Scrooge! You were just having fun!” Webby chimed in, her eyes sparkling. “We all loved seeing you like this!”
Beakley stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Scrooge’s shoulder. “You needed a day to let go, Mr. McDuck. We all do sometimes. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
As the warmth of their support enveloped him, Scrooge felt the weight of his embarrassment begin to lift. He realized that perhaps he had been too hard on himself. The world could be a demanding place, and moments of joy and innocence were precious.
“Well, I suppose… it was rather fun,” he conceded, a small smile creeping onto his face as he watched his family enjoy the moment with him. “Just don’t let it happen again!”
With laughter echoing through the mansion, Scrooge embraced the unexpected day of regression, realizing that even a billionaire could benefit from a little childlike joy now and then.
