DuckTellTales

15 years ago...

Scrooge Mcduck leaned back in his seat, gazing up at the beautiful sunrise through the wet windshield of his private plane, the Sunchaser. He sighed happily, reflecting on how good the day had been. Granted, there had been some trouble, but nothing that couldn't be fixed in just a few minutes. "Are you sure this is going to work, Uncle Scrooge?" A concerned female voice asked him, and he turned his head to look over at the person in the pilot's seat. Della Duck, Scrooge's niece/pilot was looking back over her shoulder worriedly. "If you're wrong about this, Donald could be stuck like that FOREVER!" She cried. Scrooge chuckled and waved dismissively at her. "Of COURSE it'll work, Della! Have a little faith. You forget, I've encountered wereducks before. Donald should be fine when the sun's rays hit him!" He reassured her. Upon saying this, he heard snarling and angry quacking sounds. He turned back to see the furry, red-eyed thing that had once been and would soon again be his nephew, Donald Duck, glaring at him angrily. He frowned. " Although, I might have to buy him a new uniform after this. " He mused grumpily.

  Donald's bright blue uniform was now in tatters, both caused by his transformation, and the temper tantrums he'd thrown while chained up to the railing. He was frothing at the mouth, sharp pearly white teeth snapping angrily as he struggled against the massive chains holding him back. His cap was still intact somehow, so that was a plus. Long, Brown fur covered most of his body, and his eyes glowed a deep blood-red. He roared angrily as he struggled desperately against his bonds, wanting to be free. 

  Scrooge turned back to the windshield and pulled out his pocketwatch, looking at the time with a confident smile on his face. "And, in about three, two, one..." He said, and suddenly the aggressive sounds behind him began to calm, changing into heavy, but normal breathing. He looked back over his shoulder, and indeed Donald was undergoing a strange, fantastic transformation. His fur drew back into his skin, leaving pure white feathers behind. His fangs shrunk, becoming perfectly square teeth again. The red glow faded from his eyes, leaving them bloodshot and tired. Donald yawned and swayed from side to side unsteadily, before finally collapsing onto the floor. "There, you see? Works like a charm." Scrooge told Della.

   " I don't know why I ever went with you guys to Transylvania! This is ALL YOUR FAULT! " Donald quacked angrily as he stepped off the plane. He then began to stare off into space, as if in deep thought. Scrooge sighed and smacked Donald lightly with his cane, surprising the Duck and sending him into another quacking fit. "Donald, as much as I'd love to wait around for you to finish that flashback of yours, I have a meeting to get to at the bin. " He pointed to the mansion he had been living in for a good few decades now. "Now go see Beakley about your transformations. I taught her the recipes of a few herbal medicines that should keep the beastie within ye quiet, even on the full moon. " He told his nephew before walking toward his limousine. "See you later, Uncle Scrooge!" Della said, waving to him as she and her grumbling brother walked into the house. Scrooge waved back to her, smiling, before stepping inside the limo and driving off.

Scrooge paced the bottom floor of the money bin, a slight, barely noticeable frown passing over his face. Even when they were scheduled, these meetings with his board were always so tedious. They would get into arguments so wearily often that Scrooge sometimes regretted even having a board. However, they did have a helpful impact on the company's spending and business dealings, saving Scrooge the even worse headache of having to do all that paperwork himself. He sighed and put on a smile. "Nothing to worry about, Scrooge ol boy. Just another bit of hard work for the day, eh?" He told himself. He got into the elevator and pressed the button. " Oh, thank heaven for elevators. " He said in relief, thinking of all the stairs he would had to climb up without it.

Scrooge stepped out of the elevator and stepped into a large white room with a single large desk sitting inside. There was a portrait of Scrooge and two others pulling on three levers in a large room. Scrooge whistled, remembering the exact day and event depicted in that portrait. It had been in the bin's early days, back when their generator had been installed. He and two of his workers had activated the whole thing. He could still hear the magical humming that had sounded when it turned on. He briefly wondered what ever happened to the other two; he had known most of his employees' names back then, but he hadn't thought to ask who they were when he'd ordered them to help him. Ah, well. No use thinking about the past. He had a job to do now. He passed a giant vault door on his way to the meeting room and paused, looking toward it with a small smile. That vault was where Scrooge kept most of the money he'd earned in his long, adventurous life, and contained many beautiful treasures that he remembered fondly. He thought briefly about taking a nice swim after talking to his board. Future Scrooge might need a bit of relaxation after all that huss and fuss that was inevitably going to occur in a few minutes. He looked toward the wooden door of the meeting room and frowned. He groaned loudly, rubbing his temples. "Might as well get it over with." He said in a dejected tone, reaching for the handle .

 The three old vultures looked up as Scrooge entered the room, simultaneously raising an eyebrow as he sat down. "Ah, Mr. Mcduck. How nice of you to finally join us." The one in the middle said sarcastically, prompting Scrooge to narrow his eyes. These three were all cheeky old buzzards, but that one truly seemed to love the sound of his own voice. They were probably the only ones in Duckburg  who talked to their boss that way. Scrooge was tempted to have them fired, but took a deep breath and got a hold of himself. Hm. He was a bit less tolerant than usual today. Maybe that whole wereduck business had gotten to him more than he'd thought... "Mr. Mcduck!" The Boardman snapped, startling Scrooge. He blinked a couple times at his board, and  realized suddenly that he hadn't been paying attention. He grinned sheepishly, and was about to say something in his defense when the door to the room suddenly swung open, a man Scrooge had never seen before collapsing to the floor.

Scrooge shot out of his chair and bolted to the man on the floor. He was a duck with blue robes adorning his person, which were now charred and blackened. His feathers were singed, and his face was bruised, his left eye swelling up rather badly. A small trickle of blood ran out of his mouth, staining the feathers around it a deep crimson. Scrooge rolled the man over into his back, turning his head to look at his board. "Call the hospital! This man's been beaten badly! " He ordered. The board paused for a moment, looking at the man strangely. "B -but... How did he get in-" "NOW!!!" Scrooge shouted, and the three quickly shuffled out of the room. Scrooge humphed as they fled. At least they understood who was in charge around - Scrooge's thought stopped when he heard a faint whisper.

 He looked down at the man, who indeed was struggling to open his eyes. "Sc...Scrooge Mcduck?" The man asked weakly. " That's me. Now settle down, laddie. Don't try to talk, you're badly injured. " Scrooge told him. "No, you-you don't understand. " The man said as he struggled to sit up, coughing violently. Scrooge placed his hand on the man's back, doing his best to support him. "I-I need help." The man said before he coughed again, flecks of blood spattering onto his lap. "Help's on the way, now I need you to just lay back down... " Scrooge said, ushering to the floor. " You-you don't understand!" The man said again, his voice reaching a higher pitch now. "Now lad, try not to strain yourself... " Scrooge said as he placed his hands on the man's shoulders, gently trying to push him back down. "PLEASE!!!" The man cried as he grabbed onto Scrooge's shoulders, fear and desperation clear in his eyes. " YOU HAVE TO HELP ME SAVE MY DAUGHTER!!! "