Gizmo McDuck
The Beagle Boys have a new scheme to rob Scrooge's money bin. Only Gizmo-Duck can save Scrooge's money. However, with Fenton Crackshell sick, Scrooge McDuck must wear the Gizmo-suit himself.
Chapter 1
The New Plan
"We've got to get out of here" said Big Time Beagle,
Big Time was the short dog in typical Beagle Boy red sweat shirt, numbered placard, and blue pants. He was, as was more often than not the case, currently living in the Duckburg jail, and sharing a cell with a couple of his brothers.
"Yeah," echoed Burger and Bugle Beagle.
Burger was dressed the same as Big Time, although he was taller, fatter, and hungrier. Bugle, the beatnik beagle, was taller yet, but thin, sporting dark sunglasses.
"And into Scrooge's money bin!" finished Big Time.
"And into the dough!" Dough-bop-bee-dee!" exclaimed Bugle.
"But first let's rob a good Chinese restaurant," added Burger. "You can't get for-tune cookies in jail."
"Who needs for-tune cookies when you's got a real for-tune," scoffed Big-Time, jumping up and bringing his fist down flat upon Burger's skull, then giving him a stooge-like poke in his eyes.
"Bebop-be dough. So, good bro, how's we gonna try to bust the bin this time?" Bugle pointed out. "Don't we, like, need a new scheme rather than run out ourselves?"
"I've got one," said Big-Time. "I've been giving it some thought. You know the weakness in Scrooge's defences?"
"Underground?" asked Burger. "But we've tried that?"(1)
"Do-be-doo, but Scroogie's done and blocked that!" objected Bugle.
"I aint' talkin' bought that," Big Time snapped.
"Then what's you talking about, bro?" asked Bugle.
"Power" said Big-Time. "Scrooge needs elec'ricity to run his security system. We cut the power, Scrooge is helpless."
"Don't he have a what-ya ma call it - one of them electric making machines?" asked Burger.
"Like a generator, bro?" Bugle put in.
"Of course," said Big Time. "But you see, last month Ma, Bank Job, Bouncer and Baby Face burgled the Duckburg Gas Corporation."
"Ooh," said Burger. "How much they get?"
"$162.42" snapped Big Time. "Duckburg Gas must've just deposited their loot in the bank."
"Must've been a lot of dough," Bugle put in. "Rate-de-rop, with their charges they ought to be in here with us."
"Forget their dough!" said Big Time. "Ma saw the gas company's plans. Scrooge has a large natural gas pipe going to his bin!"
"You mean we should crawl through it" said Burger, stunned.
"Like, crawling through that stuff will blow us up or make us drop" objected Bugle. "We go in, like, a spacesuit, we're still not likely to get through the pipes without going boom-she-boom!"
"No we shouldn't crawl through it!" sneered Big-Time, in a voice loaded with sarcasm. "Space suits or otherwise. The gas company plans show the Scrooge uses the stuff for his furnace - and to power his natural gas elec'ric generator!
"Oh," said Burger, while Bugle couldn't help but say . . . "Oh-she-dough!"
"The valve is across the street - and anybody can get to it!" Big-Time exclaimed.
"Even us!" said Bugle. "We turn the valve, Scrooge is cleaned out by twelve!"
"What about Gizmo-Duck?" said Burger.
"The metal lug ain't around at about 2:00 in the morning," Big Time said. "I've cased the joint after Scrooge got that magnetized moron and notice he's only there during the day. With the alarms off, no one's gonna get there!"
"But bro, how are we's gonna get there?" demanded Bugle.
"Ma's sending us a cake today, of course," said Big Time dismissively. "A birthday cake!"
Burger and Bugle nodded eagerly.
(1) Referencing my earlier story, "Up and Under