When Duckburg falls under an tyrannical dictatorship, the worst "heroes" imaginable are forced to the task of placing everything back in order. (Illustrated fanfiction!)
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Glomgold sat in his mayoral quarters, smirking like the little devil he was. Turns out he couldn't have the power he wanted as mayor... but he could have the power he craved as something else.
He sat at his cocobolo desk, typing in on Waddle search "How to become a dictator".
"7 Steps to Becoming a Dictator: Psychology Today" the article read. That's the one he clicked on obviously. He chuckled to himself. "Watch out, Scrooogieeeeeee."
Step 1: Expand your power base through nepotism and corruption.
"WOT?!" Glomgold didn't know what nepotism was or how to corrupt a city. He continued reading hoping it would give more information like a "for dummies" book.
Nepotism was never described in the article so whatever, that wasn't important, but for corruption an example given was to gather loyal followers. That was it. He would have to get people to be OBSESSED with him. How to do that was obvious. Start a cult. Duh.
He went to Waddle search again and typed in "How to start a cult" when suddenly a light knock could be heard from the door.
"OY, I'M BUSY! LEAVE ME ALONE, BOOB!" He yelled to what he assumed was his advisor, Bob, on the other side.
The door opened anyway and Glomgold groaned. "WOT DID I JUST SAY? I'M BUSY LOOKING UP HOW TO START A CULT!" He finally put enough bodyweight to lift his head up to see who dared to oppose his orders.
"Uncle Glomgold? I'm back." Ellie smiled, approaching his desk. Thankfully it was just her and Mark was absent, saving Glomgold from suffering too much.
"Oh... it's my uncool robo-niece again... Look now isn't really a good time can you just, I dunno... leave?" He made a 'shoo' gesture at her.
She frowned, not knowing what to say to that. "I just figured you would be happy to know I was alive." She said in a whisper. She had seen him pissed off before and didn't want to push it too much.
"Well, I'm not so piss off!" He slammed a fist on his desk and Ellie flinched, taking a step back to put more distance between them.
"That's okay, I understand." She mustered up enough courage to give an understanding smile. "I just- I was built to help you win the election and you've done that so I can help you around the office now, can't I?"
"I don't need YOU," Glomgold pointed his stubby index finger at Ellie. "I HAVE BOB NOW AND BOB DOESN'T TALK TO ME WHEN I'M WORKING TO START A CULT!"
