A Ducktales Story {[On Hold]}

Chapter fourteen: 'Cause that's what Golfer's do

I sat in the golf cart, listening to Huey speak to a camera. I was trying not to laugh, but it's hard when Huey sounds hilarious. " Precision. Excellence. Men in funny hats. Welcome to the Duckburg Billionaire's Club Invitational, the only golf tournament to take place on the world's most exotic and expensive courses. This year sees Scrooge McDuck facing off against Flintheart Glomgold, here at scenic Moorshire, the birthplace of golf. I'm Huey Duck, attempting to earn my Junior Woodchuck Merit Badge for Sports Commentary. I'll be here all day providing nuanced analysis-" Huey narrates.

I almost die because his voice is hilarious right now. Thank the lord Launchpad interrupted him or else he would probably be more mad at me when I laughed. " Are you ready for some golf?!" Launchpad asked the camera, pumped up. Of course that's when I lost it, and started laughing like crazy. I ended up hitting Huey softly saying, " You are so funny! Can't take it anymore."

Huey looked annoyed. He sighs. " The badge does require a co-commenter. And Caroline, would you please stop laughing?" Huey comments. I kept on hitting Huey in my laughter. " Stop?! Hah! Good one!" I laughed. Huey glares at me. " Twi combatants. One hole. No rules." Launchpad narrates to the best of his ability. Launchpad isn't looking where he is going. " That's not actually," Huey began before his eyes widened at the fact that we were about to run into some people. " Watch out!" He exclaims as he swiftly leans over me and grabs the wheel, turning it to avoid people. " Aah!" Then I say, " This is nothing. Wait till you're running away from a crazy murderer!" " What?!" Huey exclaims. " Nothing." I say quickly.

Katie's POV

" Get excited, kids." Scrooge told us as we walked down the steps with Louie not paying attention to his surrounds and instead is looking at his phone. " Golf is in our blood! Your ancestor, ' Black Donald' McDuck, actually invented the sport. Of course, he lost so badly that the ensuing temper tantrums caused King James to ban golf across all of Scotland." Scrooge explained. Louie looked up from his phone. " And we're proud of that in some way?" Louie questions.

" I dunno, man. Go-carts? Hitting things really hard with sticks? Not being grounding for said hit? Sounds kind of awesome." Dewey says, swinging his arm like he had a club. " It's a sport where you try not to score points to make it end sooner. Hard pass." Louie said. " Trust me, you'll love it." Scrooge tells us. " The quiet strategy," he began as he wiggled his body. " The intense focus, the Aah!" Scrooge said. Of course Webby just had to blow a horn.

" Semi- permanent hearing loss." Scrooge said as he plugged his ears. " Go Scrooge! Boo Glomgold! Yay custom T-shirts!" Webby cheered. She inhales and blows on the horn again, but Scrooge takes it from her. " I'm glad you're excited dear. But this sport requires a certain decorum." Scrooge tells her. " Everybody move!' Huey shouts as he,macro line, and Launchpad, driving, smash through the area. We all move out of the way. " Rhis lake will be used for the swimming portion of the competition." Launchpad explained. Swimming? You mean you right now? Caroline was laughing the whole time, while Huey looked annoyed.

The three get themselves and the cart out of the water. " All right, Webbigail, care to- what are you doing?" Scrooge asks. I walk over to them. " Oh, sorry. I've never been to a sport before. But don't worry, I'm going to be the best fan!" She exclaims as she finishes a sign. She sticks it on the ground as Scrooge asks, " Did you want to give it a go?" " I'm good." She says. " Go clap!" She shouts as she claps her hands and walks away. He turns to me. " How about you, lass?" I shy back away. " I'm no good at sports." I comment. He then approaches Louie.

" Uh, how about you, lad? Up for a Hm?" " No. Gross. No. Not even a little." Louie responds. He walks away typing on his phone like it was Caroline. It wasn't. That's probably why she isn't interested in him. Dewey took the club out Scrooge's hand. " Are you guys kidding me? A chance to learn the sport our family invented from the greatest player who ever lived, I assume because I don't follow golf?- I want in." He rambled as he tried to take a swing. Scrooge took the club from him.