It was another day of the mountain town of Gravity Falls. The mystery shack was having a slow day, but it didn't stop a handful of customers from dropping by whether they were some of the usual visitors who lived nearby or tourists who were passing by.
But like Gravity Falls itself, the mystery shack also attracted not just people from around the country, but even beings from other worlds who would once in awhile stop by thanks to strange anomalies that took place in the area.
"How about this one, Unca Scrooge?" Huey asked as he held up what appeared to be a fake severed human foot that had bat wings glued to it.
"Bah, put that thing right back where ya found it. Ya don't need that overpriced piece of junk! Besides, look at it! It's falling apart!" Scrooge McDuck pointed out as he poked the souvenir with his cane, causing one of the wings to fall off.
"Hey! Look at this!" Dewey exclaimed as he poked a bobble head modeled after the owner of the mystery shack.
"Maybe Webby would like this!" Louie exclaimed as he picked up a teddy bear wearing a fez with a question mark on it. It had an old fashioned pull string on the back, which he then pulled.
"If your parents don't buy me for you, then not only do they not love you, but they would be happier if you never ruined their lives by being born… TEEHEE!" The toy said in a cute high pitched bubbly voice. Louie put the strange toy back on the shelf… that was a little heavy for a kid's doll…
"Wow honey, check out this new talking duck exhibit!" said a woman with a camera. She began taking photos of Scrooge McDuck, with the repeated bright flash of her camera annoying him as he shielded his eyes from it.
"Come on boys! We're leaving! Launchpad will be here any moment. I'm not gonna waste anymore time in this swindler shop, and I certainly won't be waste a dime on any of this rubbish!" Scrooge announced. His nephews put back the odd novelty items and followed him to the exit… But just as they got outside:
POOF!
A little smoke pellet went off in front of them… standing there when the cloud settled down was the owner of the mystery shack himself: Stan Pines!
"Pardon me, but I seem to notice a distinct lack of official mystery shack merchandise in your possession and a lack of your money in my cash register… WAIT A MINUTE… YOU'RE A DUCK!" Stan noticed as he looked down at the family of anthropomorphic water fowls.
"Aye, I am…" Scrooge answered, before shielding himself from more incoming flashes from the cameras of another customer, getting further annoyed. "Me and my boys were just leaving!" He continued. Stan watched the customers continue to snap pictures of Scrooge, getting an idea.
"Say, how would YOU like a job here in the mystery shack? All you'd need to do is just stand in place, look pretty, and let people snap pictures of you all day! Of course… we'd have to do something about the hat…" Stan said, as he reached over to Scrooge's hat, only for his hand to be batted away by Scrooge's cane.
"Keep ya hands to yerself! I don't need a job in your shady shack of forgeries! I'm already the richest Duck in the world! If I wanted, I could buy your entire establishment this very second, but there's not a single thing within this place worth even a penny!" Scrooge scolded.
"Wait… Richest duck in the world? Huh… Wonder if I could hold his kids for ransom… I'd make a fortune!" Grunkle Stan thought to himself.
"… Ya realize I can hear ya, right?" Scrooge said, lifting a brow. Grunkle Stan's eyes widened… it seemed he had said that last part out loud.
"Did I say ransom? I meant handsome! Look, we're both seasoned entrepreneurs, perhaps we could make some sort of business deal! Maybe we can talk about it over a drink!" Grunkle Stan negotiated as he pulled out a Mystery Shack souvenir shot glass with a bubbling liquid inside, giving a large grin as he motioned for Scrooge McDuck to drink it. However, Scrooge knocked the glass cup out of his hand, which shattered and spilled all over the ground.
"I TOLD YOU, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR SHADY LITTLE SHOP!" Scrooge exclaimed, now fed up with the man before him.
"… Those cups are worth 40$ a piece, Duck… ya broke it, ya bought it!" Stan yelled, now angered.
"That's not all I'm gonna break if ya don't step out of me way!" Scrooge said, pointing his cane at Stan's face. Stan began rolling up his sleeves, shooting a glare at the cheapskate duck before him. "Boys… stand back!" Scrooge urged his nephews. The three duck boys all stepped away, giving the two old men their space for their inevitable face off.
