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Woo-ooo! Part 4

Uncle Scrooge...

It got worse....

"Why aren't you in your rooms!?" Scrooge yells at my cousins and I. "It was Dewey's Idea!" I yell back, pointing at the blue boy who sends me a scandalized look.

Behind us, Peghook snarls and Scrooge startles backwards. "Aah! What did you do?" More noises come from our attackers behind us.

"We've got this. There are four of us and three of them." Huey says. I give him a hopeful look. "Yah! If we- Wait. Nevermind. They teamed up..." The hope fades as I see Peghook riding the Headless Man-Horse, The Dey's Excalibur clenched in his hand.

Evil laughter fills the room. I gravitate towards Scrooge as he smirks confidently. "Ah. Good. That means only one target." With that statement, He steps forward towards the danger.

"No, get back! You're old!" Dewey cries, looking about ready to run after Scrooge. "No." Webby whispers, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Watch."

"Oi, beastie! What's it gonna take to shuffle you off to the afterlife?" Scrooge says, standing up straighter as if greeting a business partner. "The head of Scrooge McDuck!" Peghook roars, his skull head bursting into blue flame, turning black.

I gasp, watching as Scrooge smiles and cracks his neck, before pointing his cane at Peghook. "Would you settle for his hat?" And just like that the battle begins.

Scrooge weaves in and out between boxes, Peghook chasing him on the back of the man horse. I stare in awe as Scrooge cuts of the head of a statue of himself and tosses it to the ghost. "There's your head."

"I should have been more specific!" Peghook tells before disappearing into a pile of dust. The Scrooge head drops onto the neck? Of the Headless Manhorse. It stomps it's hoof a couple times, whinnies then runs away.

Us kids cheer before Scrooge pounds his cane on the ground. Louie walks up to the elderly male, trying to smooth things over. "We can explain. We came down to your secret museum to look for you because we love you?" My cousin then hugs Scrooge awkwardly. I shake my head and inwardly cringe.

Scrooge steps out of Louie's hold and gives him a confused look. "Secret museum? This is the gar-age!" He flips a switch and one of the walls roll up to reveal a driveway. "The what?" Huey, Dewey and I say together.

"Do...you mean the garage?" Louie says. Webby laughs. "No, that's ridiculous. If this was a garage. then how to do you explain all this amazing stuff? Like the Garden Hose of Destiny? Or Montzuma's stack of old magazines or--" I reach over a press a hand over her mouth. "It's a garage. Webby."

Webby sighs. "It's a garage." Scrooge scoffs. "Unbelievable. I invite you into my home --" "You locked us in a room!" Louie interjects. "I gave you marbles!" Scrooge fires back.

"All we wanted to do was hang out with you!" Huey says. I nod behind him. Scrooge frowns. "Well. Now you have and look at the mess it's got me!" Dewey growls and crosses his arms. I brace myself. 'Please don't make this worse, Dew.'

He does. "I guess Family is nothing but trouble... Right, Scrooge?" Scrooge scowls at my blue cousin, who returns it with equal fury. Apparently someone blinked because Scrooge suddenly shouts, "Everybody out!". I flinch. "But We're--"

"OUT!" Scrooge yells, throwing his arm holding the cane out. The cane hit the gold gong that Webby kept yelling at us for hitting before. My cousins, Webby, and I gasp. Scrooge rolls his eyes at our reaction. "Oh. What are you gaping at? The curse is only activated if you ring the gong three times and-and you already hit the gong three times didn't you.." Scrooge meets my eyes to watch as I nod slowly.