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Woo-ooo! Part 3

"Welcome to the wing of secrets!" Webby shouts, throwing open the door in front of us. My cousins and I walk through to see a room full of artifacts. I smirk and reach over to shut Huey and Louie's mouths.

"Relax, Boys. It's like you've never seen a room full of priceless treasure and junk before." I say. "And... you have?" Louie asks, a skeptic look on his face. I shrug and run away father into the room.

Everything catches my attention and I flutter from object to object excitedly. "I WANT TO KEEP EVERYTHING!" I yell, digging through a box filled with old scrolls. "THE STUFF MARKED WITH THE GREEN STICKY NOTES ARE MINE!" Louie yells back. I sigh. Typical Louie...

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dewey staring at a painting. I walk up behind and lean on his shoulder. "Penny for your thoughts?" Dewey doesn't respond for a second, then says, loud enough for Webby, Huey, and Louie (who were talking about some kind of giant Gong-thing) to hear. "It's Fake."

I furrow my eyebrows and look up at the painting. Therein painted glory, is my Dad...swinging on a rope and smiling. I don't think I've ever seen him smile that wide before... "Is that... Uncle Donald?" Huey asks, coming up behind Dewey and me.

Webby (who just appeared beside Dewey like a freaking Ghost!) nods. "Oh. Yeah! He was Mr. McDuck's sidekick!" I burst out laughing, leaning more into Dewey for support. "Dewey's right," Huey says over my laughter. "Totally Fake," Louie adds on, his hands on his hips.

I stop laughing enough to hear Dewey say, "Uncle Donald has never done anything cool." "Hey!" I cross my arms. "He brought me here, didn't he?!" The Triplets stare deadpan at me. "Fine... He's not cool.." I whisper halfheartedly.

"What? Donald Duck is one of the most daring adventurers of all time!" Webby says, throwing her hands in the air. My cousins ignore her comment and goes back to being the pessimistic people they are at the moment.

"This has got to be fake. And I bet everything else is too." Dewey waves a hand at the rest of the room. Webby's mouth drops open. "That's not true! What about this picture with chupacabra!?" She runs over to a large painting of a bear with no fur. What the heck?

"Photoshop" Huey says, his facial expressions neutral. Webby blinks at him for a second, looks wildly around for something to prove him wrong, then runs over to a large wooden chest. "This treasure chest?" "Probably bought it at an auction." Louie yawns as he says this, completely and utterly done.

Webby's eyebrows furrow. She opens the chest and a sheet covered figure pops out. "This g-ghost?" I shriek and hide behind Dewey, who rolls his eyes and walks up to the Spector. "You mean this Halloween decoration?" With that, he pulls off the sheet and an actual real scary ghost that has come for our souls is revealed.

"Curse ye, ye scurvy life-lovers!" It yells. Oh, great! It's a pirate ghost! Even better! Webby, My cousins and I scream and hightail it out of there as fast as we can. "It's Captain Peghook, the scourge of the River Styx!" Webby informs me as we both run. "Why thank you for telling me the name of the thing about to take my life!" I yell at her.

We both skid to a stop behind a wall of old books. I peek my head out to see Dewey grab a sword from a basket next to him. He holds it out defensively at the ghost. "It's real! It's really really real!" Suddenly the sword glows a bright blue and floats out of his hands. Evil laughter fills the air.

"The Deus Excalibur! It's won't stop until it's target's slain!" Webby says, leaning over onto me. I push her off. "Stop telling me it's named!" Huey runs behind our little wall and stands there panting for a second. "But... he's already... dead!"

It's true. The sword tries to go through the ghost head, but it just keeps going through it. It tries one last time, flying through and hitting the gong that Webby, Huey, and Louie were talking about earlier. A loud hum follows.

Webby gasps. "Do not let anything else hit that gong!" I give her a confused look, but then was distracted by Louie sitting down on a random saddle just sitting on the floor. What the heck, Scrooge. You'd think your secret museum would be a little more organized...

"Yep. I'm just gonna sit this one out." My green wearing cousin says, only to have the saddle underneath morph into a aCtUAl FrEaKiNg HoRsE?!? With... no head? The headless horse whinnies, How... can it do that with no head??, and bucks Louie off.

I heard Webby whisper to Huey. "The headless man-horse! ....that one feels self explanatory." Out of nowhere, the sound of gong rings again. "That's twice!! One more and something terrible could happen!" Webby shrieks. I look back at her. "What could be worse than this?!" I say, gesturing towards the mess in front of us.

Suddenly, a Scottish accented voice hits my ears. "What in dismal downs is going on in here?"

Uncle Scrooge....

It got worse...