Life is Like a Hurricane (ducktales 2017)

The Treasure of the Lost Lamp

Summary: "I really do love my little syrup boat. I couldn't just give it away without a proper trade for something of equal value." Extended Doofus Drake x Louie scene from the new episode.

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"You've been playing the theremin for an hour," Dewey exclaimed, his mind already dry from boredom.

Louie cleared his throat and stepped forward, inwardly shivering at the reality of being back in the psychotic boy's home. This guy had tried to imprison him the first time they'd met! If his brothers hadn't... Louie quickly shook his head, trying to calm his nerves. It was okay. His brothers were here. Doofus Drake wouldn't be able to capture all three of them without people noticing.

"Heyyyyy, buddy. Do you remember purchasing an old lamp recently?"

The larger boy circled them, looming down from the knee high roller skates he was wearing. Louie felt his breath catch in his throat as Drake's dark eyes narrowed at him. His pulse began to quicken, ever as his mind screamed at him to escape.

"Hmmm... Lamp? Lamp... Laaaaamp."

The triplets watched the young billionaire skate up one giant playing card, the king of spades, which had his face custom-painted on it. He skated down the card on the other side, slipped under two extremely sharp-looking swords, and then did some elaborate footwork to pass through a double line of wine glasses without breaking a single one. It was rather impressive, really.

"Oh, you mean my syrup boat," Drake suddenly exclaimed, turning his attention back to them.

"Uh huh. Yeah, sure man, whatever," Louie gulped nervously, eager to get as far away from this nightmare of a place as possible.

Drake's dark eyes narrowed, his lips twitching into an amused smile. "What is it worth to you?"

"Nothing!" Louie immediately shouted, wincing at his own voice.

"What he means," Huey interrupted, stepping past his little brother, "is that it's just an old family heirloom. Not really worth anything of real value, but Uncle Scrooge does want it back."

"Does he now? That's a shame," Drake sighed, turning around so that they couldn't see the smirk on his face. "I really do love my little syrup boat. I couldn't just give it away without a proper trade for something of equal value."

"What do you want?" Dewey ventured to ask, immediately wary of the other boy's tone.

"Oh, nothing much," Drake declared, turning to face the triplets. His dark gaze swept over the elder two, before fixating on the youngest and loveliest boy. The wide-eyed expression on his face made the billionaire's mind leap to the fantasy that had filled his thoughts since their first encounter.

'Drake, let me stay here with you. You'll take care of me, and protect me forever. I don't need anyone else. Not my brothers or my uncles or a girlfriend.' The pretty boy in the green hoodie stepped forward, gazing up at him with admiration.

Doofus Drake puffed out his chest, towering over the shorter boy with a proud look. 'Oh, I don't know. I have everything I want already.'

Louie looked devastated. 'No, Drake. Please let me stay with you! I'll even wear your friendship bracelets. Don't you think they look lovely on me?'

The golden shine of the bracelets blended nicely with the green of his hoodie, even as his eyes began to tear up at the thought of Doofus sending him away.

'Well, if you insist. I suppose I could let you stay with me,' the older boy exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders.

'Oh, thank you, Drake. Thank you. I like you so much, I...' The smaller boy's arms wrapped around Doofus' waist, even as he lifted himself up onto the tips of his webbed toes. Soon they would ki...