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Title: Pulling a Louie

Summary: After Louie gets hurt in an attempt to nab more cash, Scrooge forces him to shadow him at work, and the two begin to realize they're a lot more alike then they might prefer.

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Invader Johnny- they're both very serious about their card games, yes. =)

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"If yew don't wipe that look off yer face, I'm writin' ya' outta the will."

Louie's eyes widened, the sardonic smile on his bill stretching ever-so-much wider. "There's a will? And I'm in it?"

Scrooge scoffed. "Jus' shuffle the cards, lad."

The boy leaned back in his metal chair. Always one for the theatrics, Louie pulled out every trick he could think of, flipping them up and around and upside down, practically juggling them. Scrooge took it as a challenge, narrowing his eyes in order to intimidate the duckling. Finally, and with many obnoxious noises, Louie slapped the deck on the table.

"You wanna hand them out?" he asked innocently. The little brat.

"I'm gonna wipe the floor with yew," Scrooge decided.

"Noted, but that's not an answer."

The old duck snatched them up with a pschaw. He handed out the standard five each, then gently set the rest of the deck in the very center. Scrooge picked up and studied his hand, face blank. Louie did the same.

"You know," Louie prompted. "This really isn't as much fun as it would be with chips."

Scrooge didn't look up. "How so?"

"Well, the whole point of poker is playing chicken. No bets, no point. We might as well be playing go fish."

He vaguely waved a hand. "Table is open. Place a bet."

"I don't have money, Scrooge." He picked up his cane in order to tap the bandage on his leg. "That's why I got this, you'll recall."

"Ye sure it wasn't a far-fetched scheme to spend time with me?"

"The mere notion is laughable."

Scrooge finally looked up. "Ye wanna make it more interesting, eh?"

"Of course I do. I happen to be quite the betting duck, if you hadn't noticed." Louie dug around in his pockets, tongue lightly peeking out. He eventually yanked out his phone, setting it on the table face-down. "Try me, old man."

His eyebrows lifted high on his head, surprised. Louie was fond of that phone. Very fond of it.

Scrooge kept direct eye contact as he slowly pulled his number one dime out of his frock coat, setting the necklace on the table with a quiet little thunk. Louie's eyes grew impossibly wide.

"Oh no," he said. "I'm screwed."

"Where'd all that confidence go?"

"It retreated when it realized you had a hand so good you willingly brought your best treasure into this."

"Ye never know, laddie." He winked at him. "Might jus' be callin' yer bluff."

"I fold." Louie tossed his cards at the table. "Take it. Take my house. Take my dignity. Take the love of my life. Heck, take my hoodie while you're at it. I know a power move when I see it."

Scrooge cackled lowly as he took the cell phone and slid it into his pocket, retrieving his dime and slipping it back on, patting his chest as if to reassure himself it hadn't disappeared. "And that's yer lesson fer the day."

"Everything I care about will inevitably be ripped from me by an old man with a grudge?"

"Don't bet anything yer not willin' to lose."

Louie let out a long sigh. "Okay, fine, whatever. Point made. But you better take good care of Cellie, okay? She needs a wipedown at least twice a day, and it'll be best for both of us if you delete the internet history. There are some things best left to the imagination."

"I'm not keeping yer phone, Louie," Scrooge scoffed. "Ye can have it back at the end of the day."

"Oh thank duck," he exclaimed. "I'd hug you if it didn't require hobbling around this ugly table."

"It's not a very pretty table, no." He patted the cheap plastic thing he'd brought specifically for the occasion.

"Best two out of three?"

"Ye don't got anything left to bet."

"That's not true. I've got my cane and I've got my soul. Both are up for grabs."

"And if ye win?"

Louie tapped his chin. "Welllllll, you could give me a day off from this nightmare of work and stress."

Scrooge held out a hand, which he shook. "Deal."

They both jumped when the staticky intercom flared to life. "Mr. McDuck? There's a potential business partner on line three."

The old duck looked at the phone, tempted, then his great-nephew, who was smiling like he'd been told a great joke. "Ye know what? They can wait. I need to teach this boy a thing or two first."

Author's Note: Short and silly, but plenty of fun! I do intend to make some chapters where Louie learns Scrooge a few things too, promise. This is supposed to be a two-way process, after all.

-Mandaree1