Ducktales: Journey To Agartha - Act 2

Chapter 21: Miss Glamour

Gyro, Mark, Ellie, Gloria, and Boyd stood on the porch of a luxurious mansion. Not the McDuck Manor, it was much too high tech and had a better modern architectural style to it.

"Alright, here's the deal." Mark turned around, pointing a thumb to the door. "This is my mom's bouchie crib so we all need to play it cool, kay?"

"This is your mother's place?!"

Mark ignored Gyro. "She's not just going to let some randos into her place so we're going to have to act like..." He sighed. "Like a family."

"EW!" Gloria gagged.

"SHUT UP!" Mark stomped his foot like a child. "So here's the plan. Ellie, you're my wife and Boyd is my biological son. Aka you're not robots, my mother is convinced they're all evil. Because she's lame. The only robot she has in a roomba. Plus she would totes make fun of me for being in love with a robot."

Ellie nodded, covering up the wires showing on Boyd's head (from his encounter with Steelbeak) with Glomgold's old hat.

"So what about us?" Gloria pointed to both her and Gyro. "Are we supposed to be your distant cousins or whatever?"

"Um...I didn't think that far ahead because you aren't that important to me so..." He looked between Gloria and Ellie. "You're a duck too so you can just be Ellie's sister and Gyro is your hubby. #wegood?"

"Is she going to buy this?" Gloria crossed her arms.

"Yeah," Gyro mimicked Gloria. "This is the most idiotic plan you've come up with yet. Didn't you try to scam your mother the last time you encountered her?"

Mark laughed. "I do that to her all the time. It's chill." He turned around, raising his fist to knock on the door. "Just... you guys should try to not say anything because you're all stupid and bad at lying."

"Gee, thanks." Gyro rolled his eyes as Mark finally knocked on the door.

They all waited there silently, all looking like complete shit as they usually did.

Mark was about to knock again when the door opened. "HEY MOOOOOMMMMM- wait, hold the phone."

Falcon Graves looked down at Mark with a scowl. "Mark Beaks." (A/N: If you ship Mark and Falcon you ain't gonna find that shit here. Sorry. Go find smut on fanfiction.net or something).

"GRAVESIEEEEEEEE!" He threw his hands in the air. "How are you doing bud?! Listen, is my mom around or something?" Mark went on his tippy toes to try to look past Falcon's body to peek inside the house.

"That is of no business to you." He was about to close the door when Mark stuck his foot in, all cliche like.

"Wait. You scammed my mom too! The hell are you doing here?"

Falcon sighed. "After the dictatorship we put our differences aside and she hired me to be her bodyguard to keep people like you out."

"C'mon bro. She's, like, my mom and stuff!"

"Falcon? Who's there?" Glamour entered the chat. "Markus? What on Earth are you doing here?" She grabbed her sunglasses off her face so she could look at him properly.

"He was just leaving, Miss Glamour."

Mark snuck passed a furious Falcon. "MOMMMMMYYYY!" He gave her a big hug and she cringed, pushing him off.

"Not on my new dress, Markus." She scowled. A stylish queen like her would never wear a mandatory uniform. Not that it mattered anyway with Steelbeak taking over. "What do you want? I know you wouldn't just come visit me out of the kindness of your heart."