"It was a normal morning for Scrooge Mcduck in Mcduck Manor. He was on his recliner having a nice sip of coffee Mrs. Beakley made for him. "Ahh, this is the life" He sighed to himself as he was about to take a sip. Just then, the boys, Webby, and Launchpad burst into the room all clamoring, causing Scrooge to slip up as he was about to sip. He angrily looked over the couch to see what they were all riled about. "Oh I love that song" "He is so salty" "Tell me about it" They clamored. It was just pops and buzzes to Scrooge. The talking got so loud, Scrooge had to slam his cane on the ground to get everyone's attention.

"What is going on here?" Scrooge grumbled. Everyone looked at each other than at him. "It's the most fab awesome american musical ever to be created in the history of duck kind!" Dewey jabbered. "Slow down, I cannot understand a word you are saying." Scrooge grumbled. "What Dewey means is, there is a new musical who's cast recording was just released yesterday" Huey added. Scrooge was still confused at the situation. "And what musical is this, if I may ask" Scrooge pondered. Everyone in the room smiled and began to get worked up again. "It's Franklin, a musical that tells the life story of Benjamin Franklin through hip hop and is the best thing that I ever listened to in my life" Launchpad smiled. "Wait, what?!" Scrooge exclaimed, "The story of Benjamin Franklin told through hip hop? What has this world become?! What happened to real music and real storytelling?!" Everyone looked at him, offended. "Whoa whoa whoa, Franklin is not lame or stupid. It is the most stunning musical that made Benjamin Franklin more interesting than he was when we learned him in kindergarten." Louie explained, trying to keep a straight face over his passion,

"With songs like 'I'm Not Putting Out My Spark'"

"'Don't Stay Dead'" Huey added.

"And my personal favorite, 'Contented'" Webby added finally having something to say,

"And the dude who wrote it, Loon-Swamuel Mooranduck, is my new crush! Not only does he star in it as Benjamin Franklin but he composed the music, lyrics, book, casting, producing, and...AHHH! He is so handsome in all the pictures he's in!" Webby chattered, infatuated with Loon. "I'm not sure if this Loon fellow is in charge of all of this..." Scrooge said doubtfully, stroking his sideburns. Webby got close to Scrooge's face. "Oh he is, and just the mention of his name makes me slightly dizzy" Webby chortled, "Go on, try it" "Uh, we don't need to..." Scrooge grimaced but it was too late. "LOON-SWAMUEL MOORANDUCK!" Dewey shouted. Webby's eyes began to spin around the room and she looked like she was about to faint. Scrooge still didn't understand everyone's craze.

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, who was studying phenomenons like this was brought on board to help Scrooge. Fenton did a few test kind of like a doctor would, he checked their eyes, mouths, ears, and noses to see if anything was wrong. He listened to the first song of the album and sang one lyric to them, which caused them to instinctively continue the singing. He walked to Scrooge who was observing through a glass window. "Sir, they have what is called Stuck Song Syndrome. It's when an extremely catchy piece of music, or a musical in this case, continually repeats through one's mind. They also seem to love the cleverness and emotion the music has as well as the complex characters." Fenton explained. "Aha! So the lad who created the musical is a siren in disguise who is trying to brainwash us all!" Scrooge exclaimed. Mrs. Beakley, who was with him, rolled her eyes as did Fenton. "Sir, I looked it up and Loon-Swamuel Mooranduck is not a siren, he even stated it in an interview with Roxanne Featherly, which was kind of weird." Fenton explained, "They even said I sound just like him, and after listening to the first song again, I still don't hear the resemblance. Anyways, I'd recommend keeping a close eye on them because this may turn into an obsession." "I shouldn't worry Fenton," Scrooge scoffed, "these lad are just having fun with their music. Trust me, they are going to move on in three days. Come, Beakley." Scrooge headed out the door. "I wouldn't be too sure about that..." Mrs. Beakley said doubtfully.