Pyramid Switch
By Sharan McQuack, Launchpad's wife.
The great thing about Star Wars the force awakens is: it's very much like the first Star Wars movie. Why change Ducktales?
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Based loosely on "The black pyramid" in the Russian Ducktales
site, ducktales aniworld ru and elsewhere.
This all started when Mr. McDuck's big building project in
Egypt was stopped in its tracks by people stealing building
supplies. Bricks, wooded beams, etc was stolen from the site
until Mr. McDuck was forced to tell the workmen to go home.
They couldn't build if there was nothing to build with, so why
pay them for doing nothing?
Mr. McDuck got Launchpad to fly him down to the work site,
so he could find out what was going to. I tagged along to take photos
for the Duckburg Daily News.
The huge work site was empty except for the manager who met Mr.
McDuck by the locked gates.
"The gates are locked every night. Somebody climbed them
and swiped the equipment- bricks, wood, whatever. Since
they have to be shipped here, they are worth more in Egypt than
elsewhere."Manager reported. "But they're not that expensive, and
nobody tried to steal them from the ports or airfields, just from
here. Of course, even with guards, there are more people there
than here."
"What this nonsense about a jackal headed god I heard?" Mr.
McDuck demanded.
"Several men reported seeing a jackal headed god stealing the items
and taking them towards the haunted pyramid out there. But none
were willing to go there." Manager replied.
"I'll go." Launchpad offered.
"Not without me, you won't." I said.
"Fine, we'll all check this out." Mr. McDuck replied.
There was a small pyramid out in the desert. It had nothing in of value,
having been looted by tomb raiders long ago. It was considered haunted
and was avoided even in broad daylight. The fact that a jackal headed god
had been spotted around it lately had not helped this.
Both Launchpad were scared- of normal crooks, not of gods, but we went
anyway. If Mr. McDee was scared, I'd never know.
Well, we arrived at the pyramid, entered and searched it. At first, we found
nothing but sand and dust. Then some idiot dressed like a jackal headed god
tried to scare us off. We chased him. He disappeared, ran off.
"He's trying to lead us away! Let's go back the way we came!" Mr. McDuck
said.
We searched the area where we had been and found a hidden room in which
were a few bricks and some wooded planks and some papers. The papers
were receipts, showing that bricks and other building equipment had been
sold.
Then, the jackal headed "god" attacked us. Mr. McDuck and Launchpad
fought him and I grabbed by camera, and flashed it right in his eyes.
The "god" threw sand in Mr. McDuck's eyes and ran again. He soon gave us
the slip.
"Sharan, let's go back to the work site. According to these receipts, this
clown didn't make enough money to make this worth his while. But the work
site is empty due to him. Maybe he's up to something THERE and this is just
a cover?" Launchpad suggested.
"You mean this is just a big crook trying to look like a little crook? And
the idea is not to scare people away from here, but to get the work site
empty?" Mr. McDuck demanded. "Well, it's MY work site. I'm going with
you."
So Mr. McDuck called some of his workmen on his cell phone and got them
to meet us there.
When we got there, some crooks, including the "god" were packing stuff
from the office to a truck.
Launchpad and Mr. McDuck took care of them, while the workmen cut off
any escape the crooks might have made by blocking the entrance to the work
site with a big truck.
Well, the "god" turned out to a talking dog dressed up to look like a jackal.
And the supplies he and his flunkies were moving? Paper. RAG- BOUND
paper.
The kind you print money on. They were counterfeiters. The theft of the
building supplies was just to get the work site empty and to distract attention.
Even an office in a building site has a laser printer, that and the right kind
of paper was all they needed.
Any money they made from selling the stolen supplies was chump change.
The End.