Hey guys! I was going to update Woodchuck Troop, but decided to add another chapter to this story. Something big happens in this chapter. Thanks for reading and thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites!
Sitting around the table, everyone got ready to eat dinner. Scrooge sat at the head of the table. Next to him was Liam, next to Liam was Webby, next to Webby was Dewey, across from Dewey was Beakly, next to Beakly was Launchpad, next to Launchpad was Huey, and next to Huey was Louie. Della leaned against the wall, preferring to stand rather than to sit. Donald sat at an extra seat next to her.
"So, lad, tell us a bit about yourself," Scrooge began, trying to make conversation. Liam looked super excited. "The Scrooge McDuck is talking to me?" he gasped. "Yes, I was referring to ye. So?" Scrooge pressed on. "I um... I'm from Mouseton, and I live at a knife forgery with my uncle Ben. We run the shop together," he explained. "Anything else? Hobbies? Interests?" Scrooge asked.
Liam thought a minute. "Well, this is going to sound a bit creepy, but I consider myself to be a Scrooge enthusiast," he said, hoping Scrooge would approve. "I've read every volume of the Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck, and practically every other book written about you," Liam smiled. Then he stopped. "Well, except one that I've never been able to find, Scrooge's favorite smells," he admitted. Scrooge raised an eyebrow at the fact that someone would write a book about his favorite smells. Webby leaned over to Liam. "Cookies," she whispered. Liam gasped. "I knew it!"
"Hey, that's like Webby," Launchpad put in. "I know right! It's like we're so in sync!" Webby beamed. "We finish each other's-" she started. "Sentances!" Liam finished. Dewey grumbled something under his breath. Huey saw him and allowed a snicker.
"Well, I'm sure your uncle will be glad when you return home tomorrow," Beakly said. Liam looked disappointed. "Oh. Well, I was kind of hoping I could stay a little longer," he frowned. Webby jumped up. "Granny, can he stay the weekend!" she asked, a wide smile plastered on her face. "Absolutely not," Beakly responded. Webby settled down. "Aw, why not?" she wondered. "Because I'm sure his uncle will want him back soon," Beakly replied. "Or you don't like him," Dewey commented. "Dewey!" Della snapped at him for his rudeness. "What! It's true!" Dewey defended.
"It is not," Beakly said. Liam's face turned red, uncomfortable. "Guys, we have a guest!" Huey reminded as Della, Dewey, and Beakly started arguing. Launchpad joined in too. "I like shouting!" he shouted. Scrooge face palmed. Then, leaning his head on his hand, he said, "This is why we don't have people over."
"Can you just tell us why you don't like him!" Dewey demanded. Beakly glared at him. "It's none of your business," she said. Della tried to separate them. "Dewey, just drop it!" she ordered. Dewey frowned. "No. Tell us why! You're hiding something!" "If I were hiding something, it would be for a good reason," she countered. Webby was now hiding her face under her plate in embarrassment. "This doesn't normally happen," she told Liam, hoping he wouldn't think they were nuts.
"Why don't you like Liam!"
"I never said I didn't like him. In fact, I think he's a wonderful kid."
"Then why are you acting weird?"
Beakly huffed. "Fine, you want to know why!"
She was starting to let her anger get the best of her. Dewey and Beakly stared off.
"Liam is Webby's brother!"
Everyone went silent. Then suddenly, "WHAT!?"
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