Meeting Scrooge.

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At the house boat

Huey: Morning Uncle Donald

Donald: morning boy.

Dewey: when's the baby sitter gonna be here.

Donald: she should also ready be here.

Donald called the baby sitter.

He started yelled down the phone.

Huey: I'm guessing the sitters not coming.

Dewey: wow how'd you figure that out genius?

Huey: shut it.

Dewey: nerd!

Huey: well your a moron.

They argued as Louie read his book.

Dewey: Louie what do you think?

Louie looked at them but didn't say anything.

Huey: grate idea to ask the dumb Tripplet.

Louie hated that nickname. He could talk he just didn't like to he throught he had nothing important to say.

Donald: stop picking on Louie and get in the car.

Huey and Dewey ran to the car and Louie and Donald walked.

Dewey: where are we going?

Donald: Listen we all have to do things we don't want to do so just...Don't pay attention for a but okay.

Donald entered in the location of Mcduck mansion.

Huey: Wait were going to meet Scrooge McDuck.

Dewey: that guys a legend.

Donald started to drive.

Donald stopped in front of the gate and started talking to Mrs Beakly.

Then a limo parked behind Donald and out Stepped Scrooge Mcduck.

Him and Scrooge started to argue

The triplets stepped out of the car.

Donald these are the Triplets.

Huey: I'm Huey.

Dewey: Dewey.

Scrooge looked at Louie confused.

Donald: oh this is Louie, he doesn't talk much.

Scrooge: okay everyone in the mansion.

They all followed Scrooge as Donals drives away for his interview.

The mansion.

Scrooge: theirs an old game room down that hall. It may be a wee bit dusty but useable.

Huey and Dewey walled off leaving Louie.

Louie sat on the couch Scrooge looked at Louie.

Scrooge: so what are you gonna do.

Louie didn't answer.

Scrooge: you really don't talk much.

Louie shuck his head.

Scrooge: umm do kids like marbles.

Louie shrugged his shoulders.

Scrooge: what do you like?'

Louie shrugged again.

Scrooge: you have to have an opinion.

Louie shuck his head.

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