The Light of the Moon

Chapter 4:

Webby threw the door of Scrooge's office wide open as Scrooge yelped and almost jumped out of his pants...well...feathers.

"Gah! Ye almost gave mi a heart attack! What happened to knocking?!" Scrooge complained as his pupils were peas and his eyes were pineapples.

The kids ran to the front of his desk, once again bombarding him with unsettling amount of questions, all overlapping each other.

"Slow down! Slow down!" Scrooge stood from his seat, placing his hands in front of him as he pushed them up and down slowly, calming the kids down. "What's goin' on?" He asked as seriousness flew threw his voice like a plane.

"We overheard Gyro and Fenton saying something about not caring what you say." Dewey answered as his worry-filled eyes stared into his uncles questioning ones.

"You kids really have to stop spyin' on people, you know." Scrooge spoke, pushing his hand to his hips and shaking his head in disapproval.

"Well, it wasn't really spying per say. We were coming to see you and we just overheard them." Webby spoke, giving a careless shrug, one of Louie's favourite gestures, she really has been learning from him.

"Well, what did the lads say?" Scrooge asked as the kids shared concerned looks.

Huey stepped forward as his face showed pure fear for his mother. "T-They said they were going to make mum come home herself." He stuttered, fiddling with his hands.

"Those devious deadbeats!" Scrooge complained, throwing his cane in the air before slamming it back to the ground. He couldn't believe they had gone against his word. Gyro, he understood, but Fenton? Really?

"You kids stay here. I've got a few choice words I want to say to those scientists." Scrooge spoke sternly as he threw his cane up and caught it mid-air, heading for the door as he adjusted his top hat. Gyro and Fenton we're looking for a death wish.

"But Uncle Scrooge!" Dewey complained chucking his arms in the air. He couldn't believe Scrooge was shutting them out......again. He thought there were no more secrets within his family and yet he was trying to hide more.

"But nothing. You kids are stayin' here and that's final." Scrooge spoke, focusing only on the ground ahead as he closed the door to his office and as soon as the kids knew it......he was gone.

Before Scrooge could march out the front door it flung itself open, smacking him in the beak. "Ack!" Scrooge yelled, slamming his hand to his beak where the door had slapped him.

"What in the blazes?!" Scrooge jumped, standing in front of the door as his eyes searched for the mysterious duck who threw the door to his face but......there was no one there.

"Mr McDuck?!" A voice called from behind him, using one hand to circle his beak as the other held a strange device.

"There's the blasted deadbeat." Scrooge muttered, putting his head down and stomping over to the tall duck. "Gyro!" He yelled from behind Gyro.

Gyro screamed like a little girl as he lunged in the air, juggling the laptop as it almost smashed to the ground.

Gyro settled himself back on the ground as he hugged the laptop and gave a sigh. "Mr......McDuck..." He hesitated as he stared into his boss's furious eyes.

"Gyro..." Scrooge muttered, trying to push down his anger.

An awkward moment of silence passed as the two ducks stared at each other, one in fear and one in agitation.

The kids ran down the stairs and stood in between the two ducks, Huey and Louie on one side and Dewey and Webby on the other. Their heads flipped from one to the other in confusion.