It was a normal, sunny day in Duckburg. A giant ship of steel was sitting in the dockyard of the city with many civilians exiting out of it, forming a crowd in the dockyard. However, there was one figure in the crowd that stood out the most in the mass. A young male red furred dog that wore a black shirt and dark blue jeans. In his hands were briefcases. The one his right hand was small while the other on his left hand was big, presumably where his clothes are.
His breaths in the air before exhaling it all out, his face looking pleasured. He walks out of the crowd, looking really cheery. The dog has heard so much about Duckburg from the internet, which he didn't trust one-hundred percent, for being a laid back place most of the time. He glances upon tall skyscrapers, with one that had a tam o'shanter on its roof.
He stops on the sidewalk and jointed his right arm upward, hailing for a cab. "Yo! Taxi!" he called out in a fake Brooklyn accent. Immediately after, a taxi cab appeared from the horizon, speeding towards his location. The taxi cab stopped next to where he was standing, then the passenger side window rolled down, revealing the cab driver, who was a duck with a cap on his head, a Hawaiian shirt, and dark green shorts. The cab driver turns to him, looking at him with a nervous look on his face before looking back to the front road.
The dog opened the back door of the taxi, threw his bags in and stepped inside. He puts on the seatbelt near him and looked at the cab driver, who was looking straight instead of him. "W-Where to, sir?" The driver spoke, looking at him with a nervous smile.
"To the Suburbs, please." The dog responded, digging through his pocket until he pulled out two dollars and forty-six cents. "Hope this covers the ride." He leans his hand with the money towards him. The duck grabbed the money, checked it, before opening the glove compartment, placing the money in there, and closed it. The driver then stepped on the pedal, making a hard U-turn and headed to the suburbs, which will be a long ride to reach the destination.
(McDuck Manor)
Dewey, Louie, and Dewey were in their room, doing their own thing. Dewey was reading his Woodchuck Junior Guidebook. Louie was sitting in a beanbag chair with shades and was using his phone. Dewey was looking at the small tv on the wall, watching Darkwing Duck. Outside their room, Scrooge McDuck was in his room, sitting on his bed, looking at photos. However, his face had the expression of grieving. The photos weren't sad or anything, but a person in it. A certain female duck. Della Duck.
Years have passed since Della's disappearance in the limitless outer space. If the board of directors didn't stop the funding of space ships for her search she may have been brought back to Earth. He wasn't mad at his board of directors as he knew that his company may have gone under due to the cost of the expeditions to find Della.
He sighs before putting a photo of Della Duck in a book full of photos of his family members and his achievements throughout the years. He closes the book before placing it on a table with a golden lamp on it. Suddenly, he heard knocking from his brownish wooden door, making him jump a little. "Come in!" he spoke in his Scottish accent, granting the knocker entry.
The door opened, revealing Bentina Beakley holding a tray with coffee, a spoon, and another cup filled with sugar cubes. Bentina looks at Scrooge, who still had a grieving look on his face, making her look at him with concern. "I hope I didn't come in at the wrong time." She admitted, still looking at him.
"No, no, it's okay. Come in." Scrooge insisted, sheepishly smiling at her. Bentina entered his room, still holding the tray. "I brought you some coffee." She lowers the tray to Scrooge's level, making it easier for him to grab it. He does grab it, taking a sip of it before he moved it away from his beak. He exhales before looking at Bentina. "Thank you, Mrs. Beakley. I do love myself so good coffee."
"You want some sugar with that?" She asks, signaling the cup full of sugar cubes.
"Of course." Scrooge puts his hand on the cup, grabbing two ice cubes, gently hovered his hand over his coffee, and gently dropped the sugar cubes in it. He grabs the spoon from the tray and twirled it inside the cup full of coffee, mixing the sweetness of the sugar cubes with the black liquid.
"How are the boys doing?" Scrooge asks, taking another sip of his coffee.
"Well, they're in their rooms. Not doing much per se." Mrs. Beakley explained. Scrooge understood why the boys weren't doing anything. It has been a while since he, the boys and Webby. Speaking of which, where was she?
Meanwhile, Webby was in her room, modifying her night vision goggles for her own reasons. She was using a blowtorch, a hammer, and other equipment that were meant not for kids to say the least while she wore a protective mask. She lays the equipment aside, removed her mask, and looked at her, hopefully, improved night vision goggles. She had a wide smile on her face throughout the procedure and still had it. She puts on the goggles, excited for the results.
At first, her vision was like her normal one when she doesn't have the goggles on. She quickly realizes that she needs to turn off the lights of her room. The effects were immediate. Her vision turned from normal to green. She could see the darkness. However, she didn't find these results satisfying as she turned the lights back on and removed the goggles, placing them on the table where she was working on.
She groans in frustration before looking back at her equipment. Then something came up in her head. She's Webby and she's not going to give up that easy! She grabbed a blowtorch, put on her protective mask and continued on working on the goggles until she will get overwhelming results!
(Suburbs)
The taxi cab stops next to a walkway that led to a house. The house was two stories with the exterior painted white with the roof painted dark red. A flagpole stood near the entrance, waiting for a flag to be hung on it. The dog opens the passenger door, grabbing his briefcases and drops them on the sidewalk. He closes the door, turning around and pulling out five dollars from his pocket. "Here's your tip." He gleefully said, handing the fives dollars to the duck, who smiled at this offering.
"T-Thank you, sir." The duck salutes him off with a confident smile before rolling up the window and speeding off, presumably looking for his next customer. The dog turns around and looks at the house with more glee on his face. His grabs his suitcases and walked towards the entrance door of the house. In front of the door was a welcome mat for any visitors to see.
He bends down, placing his big suitcase next to him, place his right hand on the right side of his mat and slightly lifted it up from the ground, revealing the butt of a yellow key that was hidden just in case if anyone tried to break into the locked house. He places his other suitcase next to him, reached out for the key with his left hand and grabbed it. He straightens himself and looks at the doorknob made out of metal with a keyhole underneath it. He inserted the key inside the keyhole and twisted it, hearing the satisfying sound of a loud click from the door, signifying that the door was no longer locked.
He gently pushes the door open, letting out a slow but loud creaking sound. "Man, I gotta fix those hinges." He thought to himself, slightly bothered by the creaking. Upon opening the door completely, the dog could fully see the inside of the house. The walls were peach colored with the ceiling being white colored. The living room had three couches: one was long that faced the flatscreen TV that hung from the wall while the other two couches were small and were only meant for one occupant each.
There was a giant half circular entrance where it presumably led to the kitchen and a staircase that led to the second floor of the house. The dog looks kept looking around the house before grabbing his briefcases, closed the entrance door behind him, walked up to the couch, walking passing a painting of Kaiser Wilhelm II, placed the briefcases next to the long couch and laid on the comfortable, stress relieving couch, letting out a long sigh before dossing off on the couch like a bed.