Disney Boy: Thanks, but this is just a short one-off thing I'm writing in the meantime to help me gather my scattered thoughts, so there's not much for me to take away or add to it. Thanks anyway.

"Oh my, what a relief!" The genie giggled and took in a deep breath of non-stuffy lamp fresh air while stretching up in it.

"Feels like I've been cooped up in that lamp for centuries!" He then checked his pocket watch for the exact time and date. "Oh, twelve centuries and thirty-four years to be exact..."

"Ooh Aladdin." The genie sighed in a sad solemn tone and rested the side of his face against his fist. "I knew he'd do something like this."

"Oh, well." The genie shook his head and floated down amongst Scrooge and Glomgold on the floor. "Which of you two is my new master?"

"...ME, ME! It's ME!" Glomgold immediately yelled and spat up loudly in the air. "I AM!"

"Flinty you lying cheat!" Scrooge quickly got up aggressively in his face. "The lamp is mine!"

"Give it up McDuck! I found the lamp first! It's all mine SEE?!" His filthy rich rival snatched away the lamp and held it close as they continued to argue.

"You did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did, TOOOOOOO!"

"Now now. That's no way for my new master to act..." The genie suddenly paused. "Which ever one of you he is. Now which of you rubbed the lamp first?"

"Rubbed? Ooh, well I-" Scrooge chuckled to himself. "I guess we both kinda rubbed it at the same time."

"Did, NOOOOOOOT!" Glomgold made his stance on their current situation loud yet not so clear.

"Don't, start that again..." Scrooge slowly said.

"Oh dearie me." The genie gasped. "A genie is strictly forbidden to serve two masters at once. It goes against all the rules of the genie's code. Oh we must find a way to settle this. Now, let me see." He began to think.

"...Last one down is a rotten Louie!"

"H-Hey! No fair!"

"Dewey, carefull!" Huey tried to warn his younger brother as he slid down the rope from above and landed perfectly flat on his feet with style in the long forgotten chamber.

"Dew-Dew-Dew-Dewey, winnnnsss! Ha-ha! Ow! Whaah?! Ppppthhnh!" Dewey was quickly knocked flat onto his face as Huey, Louie, Lena, Violet, and Webby all tumbled down on top of him.

"Soft landing." Violet said.

"Thanks, Dewey..." Webby politely thanked him for cushioning her high fall as they all got off him.

"That's it!" The genie snapped his fingers, instantly banishing himself back inside the lamp.

"Ugh. Will I ever learn not to do that?" His annoyed sounding voice echoed deep from within.

"Quackaroonie!" Dewey exclaimed as the genie quickly reappeared in magical puff of smoke and a flash. "A real-life living real-life genie!"

"Quacka-what now?" Lena asked in sudden confusion.

"You know? Quackaroonie." Dewey tried his best to explain it to her. "All the cool kids are saying it."

"They are?" Huey asked.

"They are?" Webby asked as well.

"...I are?" Louie looked on blankly, dumbfounded.

Dewey was left confused and dew-finitely indifferent. "If you don't like Quackaroonie I don't like you..."

"Okay!" The genie floated over to Scrooge and Glomgold with a giggle and began to rub his hands together in delight.

"Now here's what we're going to do. You two, will have a race! Whoever wins, becomes the new master of the lamp!"

"A race you say?" Scrooge was intrigued. "From where to where? Exactly?" He asked.

"From this very spot back to... wherever you live!" The genie replied.

"Yes, that's it. Sounds perfectly fair to me." Scrooge agreed. "Alright, the first one home, wins..."

"Now see here Genie!" Glomgold quickly decided to intervene.

"My home is all the way on the other side of Duckburg! I have much farther to go! You're giving Scroogey here a much greater advantage!"

"It's the same EXACT SAME distance." Scrooge argued.

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Three quarter acres farther to be precise." Violet factually told the both of them.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Glomgold couldn't help but laugh at this. "You hear that?! Even your own niece is turning against ye Scroogey!"

"Excuse me." The hummingbird calmly refuted with a single raised feathered palm.

"NOT, his niece."

"You really don't see me as family lass?" Scrooge asked, sounding a wee bit disappointed.

"...Figuratively speaking." Violet slowly began to say.

"All right, all right!" The genie decided it was high time to butt in. He was beginning to lose his patience with them, which said a lot considering he had been trapped in a tiny cramped lamp for so long.

"Is there one location you can both agree on as a finish?!"

"No!" Scrooge and Glomgold both said at the exact same time and went straight back to growling and glaring furiously at each other.

"Well, at least you can both agree on that..."

"Hey, what about the Duckburg Billionaires Club?" Dewey asked.

"Sure!" Huey chimed in. "Uncle Scrooge and Glomgold see each other there all the time!"

"By see, you mean just sit there and angrily glare at each other for the next four hours or so?" Louie wondered.

"It's a very complicated procedure!" Glomgold quickly and impatiently explained.

"So be it!" The genie announced with a single raised finger. "I will go to this Duckburg Billionaires Club to officially judge the finish! Unfortunately for me, it means more lamp cramps..."

"Not to worry genie. You can stay at my mansion in the meantime." Scrooge thought it best to reassure him. "Hot meals, clean sheets, swimming pool. Until the race is over, it's all yours. It's the least I can do for ye."

"Trying to butter him up, eh McDuck?!" Glomgold very loudly spat at him in anger.

"My nephews and my staff will take great care of you."

"We will?" Huey asked

"We will?" Webby asked as well.

Louie paused. "...Dewey will?"

"Hmm. It would be nice to have someone else serve me for a change. All right. It's agreed!" The genie snapped his fingers, and in a sudeen bright flash of light, Scrooge McDuck was seemingly left all alone in the middle of the chamber.

In a instant, the lamp and all his family, had completely vanished from sight.

"The kids!" Scrooge gasped and frantically looked around for them in a panic. "Where did they-" He gasped again. Glomgold had already made a run for it.

"You canna beat me Scroogey! The lamp is all mine! Ah, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" His vile laugh echoed all throughout the chamber as he disappeared through the closest exit.

"Flinty!" Scrooge immediately chased and cursed after him. "You dirty, lying, cheating, treacherous-"

Meanwhile, safely back at McDuck Manor.

"It'll be such a relief when the children are all safe at home." Mrs. Beakley poured herself a cup of tea as Della and the ghost of Duckworth relaxed in the den. Donald however, was not so relaxed.

If he knew anything as much, it was that an adventure all about finding lost magic lamps with wishes included somehow wouldn't end well. And in a sudden flash of light, Huey, Dewey, Louie, Lena, Webby, a genie, and a genie lamp, all fell hard onto the mansion floor.

This would not be good for their poor Uncle Donald's nerves.

"Waaakkk?!"

"What in the blazes?!" Their housekeepers flipped her cup of tea high up in the air.

"I say!" Duckworth almost flew all the way back into the ethereal realm.

"...Ha-ha!" Della just smiled and gathered all her heavily disoriented sons on the floor up into a big handful and hugged them closely. "My wish that I could see my kids again already came true!"

She didn't even care where they came from. And as far as Huey, Dewey, and Louie's sudden, against their will trips through the fabric of space and reality usually went, this certainly wasn't the worst destination they've reached.

"Hey Mrs. B." Louie waved to her from his mother's tight grasp. "Guess who's coming to dinner."

"Wait..." Webby looked around the room in confusion as Lena laid perplexed on the floor behind her.

"Where's Violet?"