It was six o'clock and Webby was at the door, bouncing on her toes as she waited for her guest to arrive.

Once the doorbell rang, Webby immediately opened the door. "Rosie!"

"Webby!" Rosie said. She groaned as she dragged in two heavy suitcases and a sleeping bag. "Sorry about that." Rosie panted. "I have everything packed for maximum sleepover enjoyment!" She paused her excitement when a rather large woman wearing purple approached her.

"Good evening, Rosie. I'm Benita Beakley, Webby's grandmother and housekeeper at McDuck Manor." the housekeeper introduced herself. "Shall I take your luggage upstairs?"

"Oh, you don't have to do that, Ma'am." Rosie said politely. "These bags are heavier than they look-"

Mrs. Beakley said nothing as she lifted up the bags with hardly any effort. She even took Rosie's sleeping bag!

"And...you're stronger than you look." Rosie said as she watched Mrs. Beakley carry everything upstairs. "Wow! You're grandma's stupid strong! I bet she can bend a car in half!"

"Well, she hasn't bent a car. But I've seen her bend other things!" said Webby. "So, what do you want to do first?! Brush our teeth?!"

Rosie couldn't help but laugh. "Brush our teeth?! Come on! There are better things to do at a sleepover!"

Webby blinked. "There are?"

"Of course! We make popcorn, watch movies, build couch cushions into a fort, AND my personal favorite...the beauty shop makeovers!" Rosie said with girlish glee.

Webby gasped with joy. "LET'S DO IT ALL!"

"WOOOOOOOO!" The girls cheered as they raced to the kitchen to make the popcorn.

"WAIT!" Rosie screamed, making Webby freeze. "We have to get our PJs on first!"

"We do?"

"Webby! PJs are the traditional sleepover attire!" Rosie implied. "We can't get the party started without them!"

Webby gasped. "You're right! Of course! Wow, Rosie! You're amazing!" she said as she and Rosie headed upstairs together.

Webby went to her room to put on her pajamas. But got a surprise when she found her grandmother looking at Rosie's luggage with a serious, no-nonsense look. Duckworth emerged from one of Rosie's suitcases. "Negative. It's clean."

"Uh, guys." said Webby, catching the ghost and grandmother's attention. "What's all this?"

"Just checking your friend's luggage for anything suspicious." Mrs. Beakley said in a casual manner.

"Granny, I don't think this is necessary." said Webby. "Rosie's just a normal girl."

Mrs. Beakley and Duckworth gave Webby a doubtful look. "Just like when you thought Lena was a normal girl?" asked Mrs. Beakley.

Webby felt her chest tighten from her granny's words. Lena was, at first glance, a normal girl. But she turned out to be a shadow spy for Magica De Spell. "Okay, fair enough."

"WEBBY! Where did your grandma put my stuff?!" Rosie called out, her footsteps coming close.

"Duckworth! Hide!" Webby hissed. The butler did what ghosts do best and disappeared.

And just in time.

"Hey, Webs!" Rosie opened the suitcase Duckworth was inside of and took out her toothbrush and orange nightgown. "I'll get dressed in the bathroom. Where is it?"

"Down the hall to the left." said Webby.

Rosie left with her items. But before she could get to the bathroom, she saw Louie walk up to her. But he wasn't wearing his usual green hoodie, he wore a green tuxedo. He had his hair gelled up and a strong smell of cologne came off his person. In his hand was a lovely red rose.

"Evening," Louie said, smooth as velvet. "A rose for Rosie."

"Oh. Um, thanks, Louie." Rosie kindly took the rose. "So...um, mind if I use the bathroom? You're blocking the door."

Louie blinked. "Uh...sure." He moved aside and Rosie walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. A few minutes later, Rosie came out in her nightgown. "Now that's a fancy bathroom! BT-dubs, Louie. Could you tell Mrs. Beakley you're running low on toilet paper?"

"Sure! Anything for you." He raised an eyebrow and gave her the trademark Louie Duck smile. "So, how's about we take a walk outside and enjoy the starlight?"

"Um..." Rosie slowly backed away. "Actually, Webby and I are gonna make a pillow fort. Maybe some other time."

Webby tumbled into the hallway wearing her pajamas. "Rosie! Ready to make a fort?!"

"You know it!" Rosie said as she and Webby rushed downstairs.

Duckworth materialised beside Louie. "So, that's your potential love interest?"

"Yep!" Louie sighed dreamily. "And she's already been hooked by that old Louie charm." He blinked. "Wait a minute! What are you doing here in plain sight?! Shoo! Go on! Get! Before Rosie sees you!"

Duckworth rolled his eyes before floating through the wall.


Downstairs, Webby and Rosie were turning the couch cushions into a fort. "This is soooo exciting! My first pillow fort!"

"You've never made a pillow fort?!" Rosie said. "Webby! You don't know what you've been missing!"

The girls giggled joyfully as they built their fort together. It was complete!

"Awesome!" Webby cheered. A pause. "Now what?"

"Now, we get to camp out in the fort! We make popcorn, watch TV, do our nails, tell ghost stories-"

Webby visibly flinched. "Ghost stories?!" Her mind trailed back to Duckworth, who could be eavesdropping on the girls right now.

Rosie chuckled. "What's wrong, Webbie? Not scared of ghosts, are you?"

"N-NO! No! I'm not scared! Because ghosts are definitely NOT real and definitely DON'T haunt places like this." Webby said, trying to de-rail Rosie's mind off ghosts.

"Relax, I'm just messing with you." Rosie grabbed the remote control. "Let's see what's on the tube." She turned on the TV and beamed at what she saw what was on. "Whoa! I LOVE this show!"

On the screen was dog wearing a black jumpsuit and a black ball cap. "It's me! Buster Hunster! And welcome to another episode of Haunted Hunt!"

"Huh. I've never heard of this show." Webby said.

"Oh, it's awesome! Buster Hunster is one of the best ghost hunters out there!" Rosie said. "He always gets his man...er, ghost!"

"Really?! Cool!" said Webby.

A chuckle was heard and the girls looked over to see Huey dressed in his Junior Woodchuck uniform. "Don't be ridiculous. Everyone knows there are never any real ghosts in these shows, they're all rigged. But if you want to see something really impressive, check out all these Junior Woodchuck merit badges!"

Dewey suddenly burst into the room. "Forget the badges!" He zooshed back his hair and took Rosie's hand. "How'd you like to be a special guest on my web show Dewey Dew-Night?"

The boys had couch cushions thrown at them by Louie. "Forget the brother with middle child syndrome! How's about we take a dip in Scrooge McDuck's money bin? Maybe spend some of the money together?

"Bribery?! You crossed the line, Green Bean!" Dewey growled.

Soon enough, the brothers began fighting. Seizing the opportunity, Webby took Rosie and headed upstairs together.

"I'm sorry about that." Webby said. "I just don't know what's gotten into them!"

Rosie shrugged. "It's cool. Boys are weird like that. Trust me, I know. Hmm...isn't there somewhere private we can play in? Like, an attic?" She wiggled her brow. "I brought something really rad we can play with!"

"Great idea! Let's go!'" Webby and her new friend headed upstairs.


In the attic, Duckworth had just finished dusting everything. Since he had everything spick and span, the butler decided to take a break. He sat in an old arm chair in the corner of the room and found a nice book to read.

"Here we are!" Webby's voice said.

"Whoa! Sweet attic!" said Rosie as she wandered into the attic. She ran her fingertip on an old dresser. "And everything's clean as a whistle!"

Seeing Webby's new friend, Duckworth quickly dropped his book and went right through the wall. The book fell with a loud thud, startling Rosie.

"What was that?!" Rosie said. She saw a fallen book on the floor and picked it up. "Ghosts of Ghoulish Manor?!" The duck felt her feathers tingle.

"Oh, dear! How did that get there?!" Webby laughed nervously as she took the book away from Rosie and tossed it aside. "So, what's this really rad thing you've got?"

Rosie blinked. "Oh, yeah!" She dug through her backpack. "You are gonna love this! It's a crystal ball!"

"Whoa!" Webby felt like she was hypnotized as she gazed into the clear glass orb. It was small enough to fit into Rosie's hand. It sparkled with a mystic allure.

"I know right?!" said Rosie. "Let's play fortune teller with it!"

"Oooh! Sounds fun!" Webby blinked. "How do you play?"

"First, let's find some cool costumes!"

After rummaging through a costume trunk, the girls were dressed up like gypsies.

"Ooh! Now we're gonna get all the ghosts attention!" Rosie said as Webby adjusted her head scarf. Webby then put an old tablecloth on the fortune telling table.

Rosie sat in her chair and started humming rhythmically. She waved her hands over the crystal ball. "Oh, spirits! Can you hear me?" she said in a dramatic voice.


Downstairs, the triplets were still fighting over which brother Rosie likes best.

"Rosie is more into me!" Huey yelled at Dewey.

"Gimme a break! You're the family nerd! Rosie's way too cool for you!" Dewey shot back.

"She likes me for comfort and not for speed!" Louie replied to both of his brothers.

Duckworth appeared from the ceiling. "Would the young masters like to settle this dispute outside? All this noise is disturbing the ladies' sleepover."

The boys groaned. They were getting pretty fed up with their ghostly butler popping in and out.

"W-WHOOOOA!" Duckworth yelped as he was suddenly floating toward the ceiling.

"Duckworth?! What's wrong?!" Huey asked, startled.

Duckworth tried floating back down, but couldn't. "Some kind of force is pulling me up to the attic! HELP!"

The triplets raced up to the attic to find out what was pulling Duckworth.


Back in the attic, Webby and Rosie were still playing fortune teller. Webby put a hand to her temple as she held up a tarot card. "Madame Rozella! I'm getting signals from the afterlife!" she said in her dramatic voice.

"Yes, Madame Webini! The spirit is among us!" Rosie hummed as her hands circled around the crystal ball. "Spirits! I summon you! Reveal thyself!"

A low, wailing sound was heard. The girls gasped and dropped everything.

"W-What was that?!" Rosie squeaked.

Duckworth shot right up through the floor...right in front of Rosie!

Rosie gasped. Her eyes bulged, her face turned a paler shade of white.

"Oh, no!" Webby covered her ears, well aware of what was next.

"A-A-A-" Rosie stammered as she looked at Duckworth.

The ghost smiled sheepishly as he waved to Rosie.

"A GHOST!" Rosie screamed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"