Boolia's Tales of Horror 5
DuckTales (2017) - Dude, These People aren't our Mummies
Donald walked into the room where Scrooge's TV was. He tripped over webbed feet, and fell face first to the floor. His nephews looked at him.
"Sorry, Unca Donald." Dewy apologized. "But you really need to watch where you're going." Donald saw that he was watching something on a tablet. He saw that Huey was watching TV, and Louie was playing on a portable video game system. He jumped to his feet.
"What do you kids think you're doing?!"
"Hanging out." Dewy said.
"Why don't you three hang out outside? It's a beautiful day." The kids just 'hmmped', and shrugged. They continued doing what they were doing. This made Donald mad. He snatched up Louie and Dewy's machines, and turned off the TV, ignoring their protests.
"You three can't spend all day indoors. That's the problem with today's youth, never wanting to go outside like the generations before you, and it's going to get worse in the future. That's why I hate new stuff."
"But, Unca Donald," Said Dewy. "Don't you have an IPhone?" Donald was confused.
"Yeah." Louie agreed. "That makes you sort of a hypocrite." Donald was mad again.
"That's different!" He said.
"How?" Huey wanted to know. "It is because it's easier for you to operate? We need to know."
"Because it is! Now, go outside."
"The TV said it was going to rain." Louie told his uncle.
"Go outside. The weatherman could be wrong."
"But…"
"Go outside."
"But…" Donald had enough. He had one of his famous temper tantrums, jumping up and down.
"GO OUTSIDE, GO OUTSIDE, GO OUTSIDE!" The nephews all groaned as they stood up, and went out of the room. Donald calmed down, proud of what he had done. Scrooge came into the room then, a bit confused to what had happened.
"What was all the fuss about, Nephew?" He asked.
"Oh, just telling those troublemaking nephews of ours to go outdoors is all."
"Uh, don't you know it's supposed to rain? The weatherman said so." Donald groaned.
"Oh no, not you to!"
"I can't believe Unca Donald!" Dewy protested. "I mean, Huey, you said that the TV said it was going to rain."
"Yeah," Huey agreed. "But, he's kind of right about the weatherman being wrong sometimes."
"Yeah, but that's rare." Louie stated. "The weatherman's right lots of the time, otherwise an angry mob will chase him out of town; plus he'll lose his job, and the news will lose ratings, and then no one will watch it. There have to get it from somewhere else. You know what I think? I think that's he's jealous of what today's kids have compared to what he had at our age."
"Yeah." His brothers agreed.
"That's a good point." Huey agreed. "Good job, bro." Louie smiled.
"Thanks."
"Still that guy needs to chill. I suggested he goes to an Anger Management class. He had a meltdown." Louie sighed.
"Adults, just because they're older, they think they know everything."
"Uh, they mostly do, but I see your point." Dewey looked up at the threating
sky, then at his siblings.
"Come on, guys!" He encouraged them. "Since we're out here, let's make the most of it, and have fun until the rain comes. What do you say?" His brothers agreed.
"Yeah, I'm game."
"Whoo-hoo! Alright, let's show Unca Donald that we can…" He tripped over some webbed feet, and fell to the ground. His brothers gasped. Webby, whom Dewy tripped over, looked over at him.
"You need to watch where you're going." She said. Dewey's brothers ran over to him as he spat out some grass.
"Are you okay?" Huey asked.
"Yeah." Dewey replied. He stood up, and looked at Webby. "Webby, what were you doing being in my way?"
"I was just examining this." Webby stated. She showed the triplets an amulet. They looked at it in shock. Huey recognized what it was.
"Hey, Dewey." He pointed out. "Isn't that the souvenir amulet you got from Egypt yesterday?"
"Oh yeah." Dewey remembered. He grabbed it out of Webby's hands. "I can't believe I just left it out here. Thanks, Webs." He put it around his neck.
"No problem, but I think there's something about it." He looked confused.
"What?" She shrugged.
"Don't know. I just got the feeing that something's not right about it." It then started to downpour.
"What are you kids doing out there!?" Donald shouted from inside. "Come inside; you'll all catch your death, and we don't want that." The children ran inside. Louie looked at him. He was about to say something when Dewey stopped him.
"Don't." He told him. "Just don't bother." Their Uncle Scrooge then came up to them.
"Hello, lads." He greeted.
"Hello, Unca Scrooge." They greeted back. Scrooge then noticed the amulet around Dewey's neck.
"What do you have there, Dewey, my boy?"
"Don't you remember?" Dewey asked. "We got it from that store in Egypt yesterday. You didn't want to buy it because you said 'it costs too much money.' So, Unca Donald brought it for me instead."
"Oh, is that so?" He glared at Donald.
"What?" He quaked. "He wanted it. Said it was cool. And I used my own money. I would never use yours."
"That's good to know, nephew." He realized the amulet was gold colored. "Is that made out of real gold?" Dewey looked at it.
"Could be." Scrooge smiled slyly.
"If I sell it, I'll be rich."
"But, Unca Scrooge, aren't you already rich?" Donald rolled his eyes.
"Rich is not rich enough to your Uncle Scrooge." He exclaimed.
"Exactly." Scrooge agreed with his nephew. He motioned it to be handed over. "Give it here, then you can start your own money pool, or better yet, because you are a nice nephew, who loves their uncle very much, give it to me." Dewey was firm however. He pulled back, and held it like it was his own baby.
"What? No! This is mine, and mine alone."
"Are you sure?"
"I never been so sure in my young life." His uncle sighed.
"I understand. But I you case you change your mind…"
"I'll never change my mind."
"Okay, but if you do, I'll…" Donald cleared his throat. Scrooge looked at him, then back at his young nephew. "Right. Sorry about that. Carry on."
That night, Scrooge crept into the guest room where the triplets were seeping. He waddled up to the nightstand where Dewy's amulet was. He was about to take it, when the lights turned on. He gulped. He had been caught.
"Aha!" Webby said. Scrooge saw that she and the triplets were up, and looking at him. Scrooge smiled sheepishly.
"Couldn't sleep either, eh, wee ones?" He saw that they weren't buying it, and sighed. He played tug-of-war with it with Dewey. They tugged so hard that a beam shot out, and hit Scrooge. Scrooge yelled. "What did you do to me?!"
"Nothing." Dewy admitted, "That beam came out of nowhere. It was weird." Huey was confused.
"I don't get it, Unca." He said. "You seem like. a decent guy. Why would you do this?" Their uncle sighed.
"Greed changes you. It wasn't me I admit, and I'm sorry. But, you have to understand, money is my weakness, I can't help it. I understand if you don't forgive me." They a smiled which surprised him.
"We forgive you." Dewey said.
"You do?"
"Yeah." Louie added. "You may be mean when you're like this, but you're alright for an uncle." Their uncle smiled."
"Thanks, boys." He wiped a tear from his face. "I appreciate that very much. You're not bad for nephews too you know." Louie smiled.
"We know."
"But, you know, ever since I was born, I loved money. That's where my name comes from."
"I thought it was because of the book, and countless Christmas movies."
"That too, but my money obsession is getting worse every day. You three must help."
"We will, if you try not to do this again."
"I'll try not to, but no guarantees."
The three boys awoke when they heard Donald's scream. They jumped from their beds, and ran to their uncle's room. They saw their uncle trying to shoo off a real life mummy! Dewey noticed the mummy had Scrooge's cane.
"Whoa!" Dewey observed. "What is a mummy doing here, Unca Donald? And why does it have Unca Scrooge's cane?" Donald looked at the boys. '
"How should I know?" He questioned. "I just woke up with it groaning and moaning at me."
"Creepy!" Louie put in. "Just imagine waking up, and seeing a real life mummy standing in front of you." He shuttered at the thought. "I feel bad for you, Unca. I really do."
"Don't you three just stand there like sitting ducks, HELP ME; HELP ME!" Huey ran for their uncle as the mummy was about to attack, and ran out of the room with the others. The mummy chased them.
"I don't get it." Dewey wondered out loud. "How did a mummy get in here?" Louie thought about this, and came up with something.
"Maybe it has something to do with that beam that hit Unca Scrooge last night?"
"Beam?" Donald wanted to know. "What beam? What are you talking about?"
"Do you think?" Dewey asked, ignoring Donald's question.
"I know it sounds crazy, but I can't think of another explanation, do you?"
"But if that's the case…" Huey began. He stopped, and looked back at the mummy. "Unca Scrooge?"
"What are you stopping for?!" Donald questioned. "The mummy is still is chasing us. And did you call it Unca Scrooge?" They continued running. "Hello? Will someone answer me?"
They ran into the guest room. Hewy pushed the mummy into the closet, and locked it. Louie pushed a chair in front of it. The boys all sighed with relief.
"Okay." Donald said firmly. "Now that we're out of danger for the time being, will anyone care to explain what it going on?" The boys looked at one another, and Dewy exclaimed, grabbing the amulet, and placing it around his neck.
"So, you're saying that mummy trying to bash open the door is Uncle Scrooge?" The triplets nodded. "Are you serious?" They nodded again. "That's ridiculous!" He folded his hands across his chest. "No." I refuse to believe it. It may have a cane, but I still refuse it."
"Then were did the mummy come from?" Louie asked with a smirk. Donald saw this.
"I don't know, but it's not Scrooge. That's for sure."
"Okay, believe what you want."
"I will!" just then, Webby came into the room.
"What are you boys doing?" She wanted to know.
"Nothin'!" The triplets lied. Webby looked at Donald for an explanation.
"It wasn't nothing," He told her. "They turned Uncle Scrooge into a mum…" But just then, the door fell down to the floor. They all gasped as they saw mummified Scrooge.
"Into a mummy?" Webby asked.
"Yes," Donald said. "Now, come on, let's skedaddle!" Scrooge headed towards Donald.
"Unca Donald!" Huey shouted. "Look out!" Donald looked, and panicked. He and the others ran out of the room.
They ran and ran with the mummy hot on their trail.
"I don't understand." Webby said. "Why is Scrooge a mummy? Was it your evil triplet, Louie?" Louie sighed.
"Why did I agree that I was the evil one?" He asked himself.
Suddenly, Donald fell to the floor. The kids gasped.
"Unca Donald!" Huey was about to help his uncle up, when the mummy grabbed Donald's ankle. The kids gasped again.
"Uh oh!" Their uncle observed. Then, he felt something and screamed.
"UNCA DONALD!" Their Uncle Donald turned into a mummy! He had on his sailor hat. The kid s screamed and ran off as two mummies now chased them.
"Why is Unca Donald a mummy too?" Dewey wanted to know. Huey shrugged.
"You guess is as good as mine." He said to his brother. They then saw Mrs. Beakley come from the corner of the room.
"GRANNY!" Webby yelled to her. "GO BACK! DON'T GO THIS WAY!" Mrs. Beakley saw them.
"Oh, hello, children." She grew concerned. "Are you or Mr. McDuck alright?" She then saw the mummies chasing them. "Oh, dear."
"RUN, GRANNY. RUN!"
"You don't have to tell me twice." She was about to run when Donald attacked her to the floor.
"GRANNY, NOOOOO!" Donald and Mrs. Beakley got up, only it wasn't Mrs. Beakley. She had turned into a mummy like Scrooge and Donald! Mrs. Beakley headed toward Webby. The kids run off again. Webby then had an idea.
"You boys keep running!" She told the nephews. "I got to get something from my room. I'll meet you three later."
"We should all stay together." Huey stated. "It'll be safer that way. Remember, safety in numbers!"
"I'll be fine; just go on."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes; go on!"
"Well, if you're sure."
"I am. GO!"
"Okay, sheesh, remember to meet us later."
"I will!" They broke off.
The door opened when the triplets and the mummies ran downstairs. In came Launchpad.
"I was just in the neighborhood," Launchpad began. "So I came to see you and your nephews, and say hello." He noticed the mummies, and was confused. "Why are mummies chasing you kiddos?"
"LAUNCHPAD!" Huey screamed. "NO TIME; RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" They were about to run when Mrs. Beakley ran into Launchpad.
"Oops, too late." He turned into a mummy!
When the kids neared the closet, they ran in, and the mummies run in after them. The kids ran out again.
"Hang on a moment!" Webby said, coming back with her grapple gun. She
fired, and the rope tangled up the mummies, and they fell. She tied them up. The kids then pushed them inside of the closet. Huey shut the door in their faces. He locked it. They stood in front of the door, and collapsed in exhaustion.
"Okay, spill!" Webby demanded to know. "What's going on? Why are all the adults mummies? And who's the other mummy?" Dewey showed her the amulet.
"Launchpad's the other mummy." He explained. "And what's going on, we don't know. But, I think this has to do with it." Webby looked at it. She was puzzled.
"What do you mean?" So, they explained.
"Why would they sell that?" Webby questioned when the boys were done. They shrugged. "Well, what's the cure? There has to be a way to reverse this. I don't want my granny to be a undead mummy forever." Huey shrugged again.
"Don't know." He admitted. "But, I promise you, Webby, we will find a way! We won't let all of Duckburg be mummified."
"Well, maybe there's something online explaining this."
"You think?" She shrugged.
"There might."
"So, do you see anything?" Webby questioned. They were in Scrooge's office, surrounding his computer where Huey was researching the amulet online.
"Hang on." Huey said. "I think I have it." Huey then found the exact image of the amulet. "Aha; bingo, I got it!"
"So, what's the cure?" Huey searched for it.
"Hang on, hang on."
After some time, Louie spoke up.
"Any time now, Huey! We're not getting any younger, you know. Hurry; before we turn into mummies ourselves!"
"I'm doing the best that I can; this isn't easy as it looks."
"I know, but…" He glared at the green shirt duck. Louie held up his hands in defense. "Okay, okay; I'm sorry! I know it isn't easy. I just want this to be over."
"We do too." Dewey admitted. "But, we have to be patient. Unca Donald says that good things comes to those who wait."
"Right, but, our lives are at stake here, and none of us have gone through puberty yet."
"I have good news and bad news." Huey stated when he found something.
"You found the cure?" Webby wanted to know, excited.
"Yes, that's the good news."
"Then what the bad news?" Asked a concerned Dewey.
"It's in hieroglyphs."
"Didn't we learn about hieroglyphs in school last year?"
"Come on, Dew!" Louie said with an eye roll. "Do you expect to remember all of that?"
"You got a point there."
"Of course I do."
"Can't we just translate it?" Webby questioned.
"Yeah." Hewy told her. "But, sometimes it doesn't come out properly."
"There's even songs online with the lyrics used that way." Louie put in. "And man, are they funny and nonsensical. One of them teaches us to give up. Man, what an inspirational message!" The doorbell then sounded.
"I'll get it!" Webby volunteered, and then ran for the door out of the room.
Webby opened the door, and a duck wearing a turban and a lose-fitting robe.
"Hello, little one." He greeted her in an Arabic accent.
"Hello." Webby greeted back. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, you can. Is this the residence of one Scrooge McDuck?"
"Yes. He's my friends' uncle."
"Terrific! Look, one of his nephews brought an amulet in my hometown of Cairo, Egypt. Is he here?"
"Uh, yes, but you don't want to see him right now, but the nephew who bought it is here, too."
"Ah, can I see him?"
"Uh, now may not be the right time."
"Do you guys have a mummy or mummies problem?" Webby was shocked.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Let me in. Let me help." Webby hesitated.
"Come on. You can trust me. What do you have to lose?" Webby gave in.
"Come inside."
"That's a good little girl Thank you." He went in. After closing the door, Webby led him to the office.
"Huey, Dewey, Louie," Webby began. "We have a visitor who claims he can help." The nephews looked up. The visitor bowed his head in greeting.
"Hello, young children." He greeted. "My name is Hopi." He noticed the amulet around Dewey's neck.
"I must have that, little duckling." He told him. "That amulet is very dangerous."
"Yeah." He agreed. "No kidding." The visitor gestured for it back.
"You have to give it back to me before it's too late."
"If it's so dangerous," Huey began. "Then why sell it out in public?"
"That was a mistake." The kids were shocked. "It was meant to be destroyed, so it's curse that was put onto it 1,0000 years ago wouldn't cause any more harm. Sorry about that."
"Who would put something like that so any innocent person can buy it?" Louie wanted to know.
"One of my employees did it for laughs. He was immediately fired on the spot."
"Well, I would hope so. I mean, a guy who enjoys someone's pain is totally sick in the head."
"I agree with you, little one. But, sadly, that's how some people are."
"So, all we need is to destroy this amulet, and this nightmare can be over?" Hopi nodded.
"Yeah, but, it is in effect, right? Are there mummies after you youngsters?" They all nodded. "Oh, dear. You see, what's happening is that if a mummy touches a person, they themselves turn into mummy, and the cycle continues."
"We figured that out when more of our loved ones turned into mummies after they'd been touched."
"Well, fortunately, there is a way to stop them, and return them to normal."
"We know." Huey told them. "We found it online. But, they are in hieroglyphs which none of us can make out even after learning about it in school last year."
"Can I see?" Huey nodded, and Hopi took a look. "Aw, you see, children. I'm from Egypt. So, I can translate this back into your language." The kids were hopeful.
"That's great!" Dewey said. "What does it translate too?" Hopi was about to explain when the door crashed to the floor. They looked at the terrifying mummies. One of them threw Webby's now broken grapple gun to the floor.
"My grapple gun!" Webby cried. She ran to it, and picked up the pieces.
"Whoa!" Louie observed. "These mummies are good." The mummies headed towards them again.
"RUN, CHILDREN!" Hopi yelled.
"You don't have to tell us twice." Huey stated, taking off with the others. "We've been doing that a lot of times already."
"At least we're getting our exercise in." Louie pointed out. "Along with the mummies." They all glared at him.
"LOUIE!" The kids shouted.
"Come on, dude!" Dewey spoke. "Really?! This is a life or death situation here. No time for jokes!" Louie sighed.
"Sorry!" Hopi gave Dewey a note.
"Here" He told him. "I wrote the translation of the words to break the curse on the plane ride here to Duckburg."
"Thanks." Dewey responded.
"And you have to read the cure out loud while wearing it around your neck, otherwise it won't work." Dewey smiled, and saluted.
"I won't take it off until everyone is back; you can count on it." He looked at
the note.
"How did you know where we lived?" Louie wanted to know.
"Louie!" Huey scolded. "That's not important." He turned to Dewey. "Read the cure, Dew!"
Dewy was about to read the cure when a mummy grabbed it out of his hands.
"Hey!"
"Grab it!" Louie shouted.
"Hey; I don't want to risk being a mummy myself! Why don't you grab it?"
"No thanks!"
"Well, we have to get it back somehow!" Webby spoke. "Hopefully that one is clumsy, and it falls out of his hand."
"That's wishful thinking, Web." Huey told her. "But it's just that, wishful thinking. It's very unlikely."
"You have to have faith, Huey!" Huey sighed. Louie was then determined.
"I'll get it!" He said. The others were baffled.
"What?!" They all questioned at the same time.
"No!" Huey stated. "Your life is much more important. Let' just wait for the perfect opportunity."
"No!" Louie said to him. "Look, we've been running in circles from these guys, and I'm sick of it. That piece of paper is the only hope of getting the adults back. I'm going to show you guys that I'm not always lazy, and make this great sacrifice at all costs!" Despite the protests, Louie prepared to jump. He was about to jump when Hopi pulled him back.
"No, kid." He stated. "I'll do it" He jumped at the mummy with the note.
"HOPI!" The kids yelled.
The Egyptian grabbed the note, and tossed it back at Dewey as the mummy grabbed him, turning him into a mummy.
"He was a hero." Huey observed.
"He saved my young life." Louie added. Webby looked at him.
"You were about to sacrifice yourself."
"Yeah, but I'm young, he's old. He didn't need to do it, but he did. What I was about to do what stupid; what he did was noble." He smiled. "He's my hero!" The mummy was about to swipe the note away again from Dewey when Dewey pulled it away.
"No way; you're not going to take it away again!" The mummy looked at Dewey who remained firm. One of the other mummies grabbed Huey as he was about to escape again. Huey screamed.
"HELP ME!" He screamed. "Read the cure!"
"HUEY!" The kids yelled as the triplet turned into a mummy. He was about to grab Webby when Louie lunged into him. The kids gasped.
"REMEMBER ME!" He yelled as he transformed. Webby sniffed back a tear.
"He saved my life." He looked at Dewey. "You better read the cure before it's too late."
"Okay." Dewy looked at the note again and read out loud. "Evil mummies, be gone! Turn back into the ones we adore!" As he was reading, a mummy tried to grab Webby. She transformed, and they all headed for Dewey!
As soon as Dewey was done with the last words of the spell, there was bright light that flashed from the amulet. The mummies shielded their eyes from the bright light, screamed, and then one by one turned back into Scrooge, Donald, Mrs. Beakley, Launchpad, Hopi, Louie, Huey, and Webby. The light from the amulet was now gone. The adults, except Hopi were all confused. Dewey sighed with relief.
"That was a close one." He said to himself. The kids looked at Dewy, and cheered.
"You did it, Dewey!" Huey cried.
"You're my hero!" Louie said as well. Webby looked at him.
"I thought Hopi was your hero." She put in.
"Any one that saves me is my hero." Scrooge waddled to Dewey. He didn't look happy.
"Dewey," He began. "What happened?" The other adults all had questions on their faces too, even Donald. Scrooge pointed at Hopi. "And who's he?" Dewy was about to explain, when Hopi spoke up.
"No, let me." So, he explained everything.
Hopi had stayed for dinner that night, gave Dewey a new amulet that wasn't cursed, and then he had to go back to his plane. Dewey had thrown the cursed amulet on the floor, and stomped on it, destroying it like Hopi had told him to. Scrooge looked at Donald.
"So, Donald," He started. "Did you learn anything?" Donald was puzzled.
"Learn what?" He asked.
"Not to buy souvenirs without my permission, especially a cursed amulet."
"How was I supposed to know that it was cursed? You heard Hopi. He said it was in the store by mistake."
"Mistake or not, you shouldn't have brought it."
"Dewey wanted it, and it was my money, not yours, remember?!"'
"Just be more careful from now on, okay?" Donald went on a rampage. Huey calmed him.
"Calm down, Unca Donald." He consoled him. "It's all in the past now. No more danger. We no longer have to live in fear."
"Until our next crazy adventure." Louie put in.
"Right."
"Take three long breaths." Webby told him. Donald did just that. "Do you feel better?" Donald smiled.
"I do." He said. "Thank you. kids." They all smiled.
"Man, what a day!" Dewey observed out loud as he and his brothers got ready for bed that night. "What an adventure!"
"Yeah!" Huey agreed. "But, hopefully we never have to do that again. Whenever we want something, let's do our homework, and make sure we know everything about it first." Louie groaned.
"You just had to say homework, didn't you, Huey?" He questioned. Huey looked at him.
"If it's essential to saving our lives. Then we should do it, don't you think?"
"I guess. But, I feel we don't have to know some of the math problems we learn throughout our daily lives."
"It could help, and it makes parents, guardians, and teachers happy. It makes you sound smart." Louie shrugged.
"I guess, but I still think it's bogus, and not necessary."
"Whatever you say."
They all said their goodnights, and the three ducklings went to bed.
Although today was filled with danger, Dewey was always glad for a great adventure, even if it was in their house, or in their uncle's manor.