DuckTales Reader X: New friends in Duckburg

A trip to the bin: Part 3

Your POV

Eventually, after one more elevator ride of blaring jazz music (which you'd kind of gotten used to by now), You finally reached the floor of the archives. You and Webby walked through the quiet corridor until you reached a set of mahogany doors. You expected to see the archivist standing there waiting for you, but there was no one there. 

"Behold!" Webby said. "The archives of Scrooge McDuck!"

You pushed the doors open. Inside was a gigantic hall filled with shelves upon shelves of books. A giant stained glass window of the McDuck clan tartan lined the back wall. There was a balcony and a set of rolling ladders. "Now we just need to find Quackfaster," You/Scrooge's voice said. In the shadows, you heard something scuttling around, going from the ground to the balcony.

"Um, (Y/n)? Do you get the feeling that we're being watched?" Webby whispered.

"You mean that feeling that you hear something rustling in the shadows, waiting to pounce? Yup. One hundred and ten percent," You/Scrooge's voice replied. Suddenly, the archivist jumped out in front of you and held a saber to your throats.

"Who are you?! Where did you come from?! Are you spies for RockerDuck?!" She bellowed. You and Webby were down on the ground, completely terrified. 

"Um-" Webby started, but she got cut off. Ms. Quackfaster gasped.

"YOU WON'T BE RANSACKING THE ARCHIVES FROM EMILY QUACKFASTER TODAY!!!! AYAYAIE!!!" She shrieked. She was charging for you and Webby, her saber thrashing. You and Webby held your hands in the air and closed your eyes, ready to meet your maker. 

But you wouldn't let it. "Emily! Relax! It's just me and Webby!" You/Scrooge's voice yelled. With that sudden remark, Ms. Quackfaster stopped charging and dropped her saber. 

"m-Mr. McDuck?" Quackfaster asked, confused and a little frightened.

"That's right!" You/Scrooge's voice said. "And you're lucky that I go to bat with the board over you, or else you would have been fired months ago! So think about that the next time you try to swing a saber in my face!"

"My apologies," She said, kicking the saber away from behind her. "Your library card, sir?"

"Webbigail?" You/Scrooge's voice asked. She handed you the library card, which you handed to Quackfaster. She looked at the card and raised her eyebrow. 

"You don't look like Mr. McDuck, though, Impersonator!" She said reaching for her saber.

"What did I tell you about swinging that sword in my face?!" You/Scrooge's voice replied. She dropped the sword again. "Okay. Long story short, one of Gyro's doohicky inventions went haywire and transformed me into a little girl. I made it a point never to look below the waist," You/Scrooge's voice told her. Webby giggled at the thought.  

"Very well then," Quackfaster said with an odd tone. "Behold-"

"Yes, yes. Webby told me the whole shtick," You/Scrooge's voice brushed off. You and Webby walked alongside each other into the maze of bookshelves.

"Hmph!" Quackfaster said to herself. "You won't fool me today..." She drew a knife. "IMPOSTER!!!"

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You and Webby were in awe at all of the amazing books and volumes inside the library. You two suddenly came across two rolling ladders. You two smirked and grinned at each other. The exact same thing was going through your heads. Bumper Ladders. You manned a ladder, and so did Webby, as you began to ram into each other on the bookshelves. "Take that! And that!" Webby cried. You both were in hysterical laughter when you got an idea. Webby and you had binge-watched Disney movies every Friday night ever since you moved in, and these books reminded you of one song. "Ready, (Y/n)?" She asked.

"Yup," You replied. Then Webby started swinging on the ladders and singing,

"NO ONE'S QUICK AS GASTON, NO ONE'S SLICK AS GASTON! NO ONE'S NECK'S AS INCREDIBLY THICK AS GASTON!!!"

"FOR THERE'S NO ONE IN TOWN HALF AS MANLY; PERFECT OR PURE PARAGON!"  You/Gaston's rich baritone voice sang.

"YOU CAN  ASK ANY TOM, DICK, OR STANLEY," Webby sang. You two joined together singing,

"AND THEY'LL TELL YA WHO'S TEAM THEY PREFER TO BE ON!!!" You both swung away from each other and did jazz, hands, and joined together, singing in unison.

"NO ONE'S BEEN LIKE GASTON, A KING-PIN LIKE GASTON! NO ONE HAS A SWELL CLEFT IN HIS CHIN LIKE GASTON!!!"

"AS A SPECIMEN, YES, I'M INTIMIDATING!" You/Gaston's voice rang out as you pretended to flex. For a brief second, Webby was absolutley shocked, until you slid down the ladder to join her for the final line of the melody, which you belted.

"MY, WHAT A GUY, THAT GASTON!!!" You both came together. and did jazz hands. Quackfaster stood in front of you, clapping slowly.  "Um, Emily?" You/Scrooge's voice asked.

"Oh, Scrooge! What a lovely excuse, but I know better, Impersonator!" Quackfaster drew a knife and began screaming and swiping at you both with the knife. You and Webby grabbed hands and began to run for your lives. Shortly after starting to run, you found a book cart and grabbed on. 

"Quickly! Webby, you hold her off while I steer this thing!" You said. You ran on the ground pushing the cart alongside you until it had a good enough speed to keep going onward, and you jumped back on and leaned to the right. 

"Wow! Another high-speed library chase!" Webby exclaimed, leaning off the cart to grab Quackfaster's old sword. They began to duel it out while you kept steering.

"You mean you've had one before with this crazy bird?!" You asked as you leaned to the left, causing the cart to turn left.

"Yeah! With Dewey!" She said as she lunged for Quackfaster's hand. "It was before I met you." 

"Quickly! Use this!" You said, throwing her a book that said How to disarm any foe. She flipped through the pages and found something.

"Ms. Quackfaster! Is that the real Scrooge over there?!" Webby shouted.

"Wait, what?" She replied, dropping her weapon as Webby caught it in mid-air. You jumped off the cart to stop it as webby held he saber up to Ms. Quackfaster's throat. 

"Now the shoe's on the other foot, Quackfaster!" You/Scrooge's voice said. 

"Wait, what?" Webby asked as she turned to you. 

"It's an old expression. It means that the tables have turned," You/Scrooge's voice explained.

"What?" Webby asked.

"Another expression," You/Scrooge's voice sighed. "Whup! And she got your weapon." Quackfaster screamed and chased you both with the saber until you ran out of the archives. She threw the library card at you and Webby and slammed the doors of the archives shut. You pounded on the doors. "No, no! Please! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!" You cried, but the doors were locked. You leaned back on the doors and slid down on it to the floor.

"It's okay! We'll just send Louie up here if we ever need to check something out. She trusts him," Webby replied. She pulled you up on your feet and you both began walking and talking.

"Hey, I never checked out Scrooge's favorite smells volume twelve. How was it?" You asked.

"Amazing! Apparently, he does like the smell of fresh cookies!" Webby replied as you stepped into the elevator.

"Oooh! We should whip him up some chocolate chip sometime!" You exclaimed. "But for now, I kind of just want to go home and prepare for our dart war. It's been a long, tiring, adventurous day." You heard a "Ding!" And you'd reached the top floor. You again heard the swearing and screaming coming from the board room. "Shall we go in, Webbigail?" You asked.

"We shall!" She replied as you pulled open the door to the board room.