Who Else Can I Trust?
By Sharan McQuack, Launchpad's wife.
Inspired by "On Winners and Losers" by Tricksy Bird.
Really, I don't understand this love and respect of villains some people have. Here's hoping it's just a nice, safe outlet for your anti-social tendencies. EVERYBODY has anti-social tendencies. My Launchpad pulls off risky stunts...
It is far in the future. Flintheart Glomgold has died a few days ago. His will is going to be read. Mr. McDuck has received a letter from Flinty's lawyer, reads it, reads it again. Then he scratches his head and considers ignoring the letter. But his curiosity gets the better of him. Mr. McDuck picks up the phone and calls Launchpad.
"Launchpad, I want you to fly me to Flintheart Glomgold's mansion this afternoon." Mr. McDuck commanded.
"Er...Boss? You feeling OK? Flintheart's dead. He died a few days ago. You even went to his funeral. I should know, I flew you there! " Launchpad reminded Mr. McDuck gently.
" And when half of Duckburg turned out for it, you made a really sick joke about "giving the people what they want"! And you weren't exactly welcome at his place even when he was alive!" Launchpad asked, worried that Mr. McDee had finally cracked up.
"Of course I'm OK! And of course I know Flintheart's dead! That's why I'm going there! Apparently, he left me something in his will! It's probably some kind of sick joke, but he's got me curious!" Mr. McDuck explained.
"Why would Flintheart Glomgold leave YOU anything? You were his worse rival." Launchpad asked.
"That's what I want to find out! It's probably a shovel and an invitation to join him or something sick like that! But I have to find out just in case it's trouble! It would be just like Flintheart to plan one last ploy against me!" replied Mr. McDuck.
So Launchpad flew Mr. McDuck to Flintheart's former home. The place was empty now, except for Flintheart's lawyer.
"Welcome, Mr. McDuck. Please bring your pilot in, too. We need a witness for the reading of the will." Flintheart's long-suffering lawyer Mr. Marley said.
"I was left instructions to play this DVD after Flintheart's death. It contains his will." Mr. Marley said.
And he put the DVD into the DVD player and pressed "play".
Flintheart was on the screen.
"Hello, old friend. If you are watching this I am dead. I hope you are sitting down when you hear this, Scroogie. Because it's going to come as quite a shock to you. Even comes to a shock to me. Scrooge, I'm leaving YOU everything." Flintheart began.
Upon hearing this, Mr. McDuck, who had been standing, sat down. He nearly fainted.
"My entire fortune. Except what I prepaid to bury me. Everything else, my money, my companies, goes to YOU. I know. Why would I, your worse enemy, leave you everything?" Flintheart asked.
"Because I have nobody else to leave it to. I am an only child from a long line of only children. I never married and I had no children. Who else is there?" Flintheart inquired.
" Who else can I trust to run my businesses the way they should be ran? I've asked myself that question for a long time, always avoiding the obvious answer." Flintheart continued.
" YOU. Who else knows how to handle that kind of money? Who else knows how to run that many businesses, even better than I can? YOU. That's why I left you my whole fortune, McDuck. WHO ELSE CAN I TRUST?" Flintheart wailed.
The End.