"Step lively now lads, I don't think anyone's set a webbed foot in this dusty perilous place for decades." Scrooge lit the path forward with a torch as he, Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Donald, Della and Launchpad traversed through a dark, dangerous, overgrown temple.
"According to the JWG," Huey pulled his trusty Junior Woodchuck Guidebook out from underneath his hat and read it aloud as he walked. "Jem Magon, infamous Woodchuck scoutmaster, seeker of wisdom, adventure, and fortune, built this temple as an offering ground and obstacle course to test the courage, might, and strength, of all Junior Woodchucks."
"But when his funds ran out and his workers demanded pay, legend has it, he hid his treasure deep within this complex maze of corridors to keep it safe from all prying eyes. Yet that still didn't stop his spited, irritable young workers, from trying..."
"Sooo, what happened next?" Dewey asked, genuinely curious.
"Hmmm." Webby flipped to next page. "Says here, they died... Cool!"
"So, does that mean they were just completely incompetent, or is it that they just built that good of deathtraps?" Louie asked.
"Well, actually. Doesn't say." Huey read.
"Ooooh fitting, cut off by their own grim designs, and yet the world may never know by how..." Louie lazily slumped against the dark pathway wall and pulled out his phone.
"...Okay, sooo, what happened to Scoutmaster Magon then?" Dewey wondered.
"It doesn't say what happened to him either!" Huey continued. "It says here, his whereabouts remain a mystery, still to this day."
"Welp, he's probably dead..." Louie quietly slipped his phone back into his hoodie pocket. "Dibs on the gold!" He quickly ran off.
"Of course he's dead! If he was still alive, he'd be over one hundred and fifty-five years old!" Huey yelled after him.
"Not to worry boys! We can take a scrawny an old man!" Dewey yelled as he ran off as well.
"I'll literally sue you if you touch my gold! Waaah?" Louie's short adventure was quickly cut short as as his Uncle Scrooge suddenly pulled him back by his cane.
"Hold it! This temple is a part of ancient Woodchucking history! Canna you show just a wee little respect?"
"And how exactly do you except me to show respect to a guy, who literally put, 'Treasure Room', above the next chamber? I mean, that is so obviously a trap, it physically hurts Scroogey." Louie dramatically put his hand to his chest.
"You know very well I have much higher repect standards than that. Unless you're unachievablely wealthy, and or have been knighted by royalty, you are naught, but a mere peasant to me..."
"Phew!" Launchpad wiped away the sweat from his head and suddenly looked very very revilved. "Saved by the Lizard Queen."
Scrooge and Louie just stared at him in paired, confused, still silence.
"...Wealth isn't everything! You've got to be smart lad. Smart leads down the winding long road to success and prosperity. You've got to be smarter than smarties, tougher than the toughies, and-"
"-Buuuh, and sharper than the sharpies." Louie interrupted. "Yeah, we get it, we've learned this lesson, we've been through this before."
"Than pay attention lad!" Scrooge continued his lecture. "We've conquered challenges much more difficult than this! And quite frankly, this is easier than a walk in the park to your dear old Uncle Scrooge."
The old duck stood aside proudly as his nephew just glared at him angrily.
"...Do you have, ANY IDEA, how completely FRUSTRATING, things have been outside for me recently?!" Scrooge asked.
"Everyone where I go, I keep getting attacked by these downright malicious, meddling mosquitoes! It's- It's like I'm being conspired against or something! Even know, while inside this temple, I- I keep getting this, itchy, feeling..."
Scrooge stopped to aggressively scratch himself, only to accidentally shove Huey, Dewey, and Louie onto a hidden trapdoor on the floor which quickly opened out from underneath them and closed shut after they disappeared down the pit.
"AAAAAAAAHHH!"
"BOYS!"
"KIDS!"
"LADS!"
"Honorary brothers!" Della, Donald, Scrooge and Webby fell to their knees to try and pry open the door.
"HUEY, DEWEY, LOUIE! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! ARE OKAY?!" Their mother yelled to them through the thick stone floor, desperation and anxiety audible in her voice.
...
"We're all okay! ...I think!" Louie finally yelled back.
"Ugh! Huey! Your feet are in my face!" Dewey complained.
"Ugh, Dewey. Those are your own feet." Huey calmly explained.
"Huh? So they are there..." Dewey paused for a bit. "That's probably normal.
"...Louie's okay!" Louie said.
"Uncle Scrooge! We've got to help them!" Della grabbed her Uncle Scrooge by his jacket. "They're my precious babies, and I love them! And also, Louie is living treasure magnet, we might wanna keep him around for this."
"Love you too Mom!" Dewey yelled.
"Thanks honey!" Della yelled back.
"There was light on the other side, there's got to be another way in!" Scrooge said.
"What about through the, Treasure Room?" Webby finally suggested. "After all, family is the greatest treasure, of all!"
"Heh heh heh." Launchpad chuckled and lightly patted Webby on the head. "Well, can't argue with sound logic like that."
"Launchpad, you canna barley argue any valid points at all." Scrooge said. "Just yesterday, you argued that should beat eggs, before cracking them..."
"Oooh! I love beating things!" Webby threw her arms in the air.
...
"...That's what makes it so easy! Now C'mon let's go save Dewey's brothers!" Launchpad roughly slapped Scrooge on back, knocking the old duck flat to his face on the floor as the pilot just walked off.
"Ugh! Falling for hidden trapdoors. This is like the fourth time this happened to us this week! Where's the originality?!" Louie complained as he and his brothers found their way into a massive, wide-open chamber with a deep pit, rope bridge, and a tall sturdy pedestal smack dab in the middle of it with gold coins and a generous assortment of rare, untouched, valuable treasures stacked up high in a basket.
"Huh? Well would you look at this?" Louie began. "Dark seemingly bottomless pit with spikes and or immediate possible death at the bottom, check. Rickety wooden dangerous rope bride across it all leading to treasure, check. Obvious booby traps galore, check. No wait. Even more obvious booby traps galore. Annnnnd, double check. Yep, Jem Magon knew his temples."
"Ehh, what are doing?" Huey asked as Dewey prepared himself for action, excitement and daring adventure filling his eyes.
"Running forward without consequence!" Dewey charged forward to race across the bridge.
"Dewey, careful! It could be dangerous!"
"Deuteronomy Dangerous Dingus is my middle name! Now hold on to your tail feathers boys, Dewey's got this!"
"Oh boi, not this again..." Louie lamented.
"Dew Dew Dew, Dew-Dew-Dew-Dew-Dew, DEW-EY!" Dewey flipped and leaped across the bridge with style and finally came to a stop at the end.
"Naaaiiled it!"
"Yes, we're all so impressed." Louie said as he and Huey slowly walked across the bridge towards their brother.
"You cut me deep Llewel-" Dewey began to say as Huey stepped on a hidden stone switch on the floor, accidentally activating a trap.
"-Ahhh!" The young Junior Woodchuck screamed and jumped right into Louie's arms as the rope bridge fell down into the dark abyss behind him, leaving him and his two brothers stranded right in the middle of room.
"...Trap bridge." Huey said as his brother gently put him back on his feet.
"Oooh-hoo-hoo-hoo, now what do we have here? Suddenly, old Jem Magon has earned my respect." Rubbing his small hands together with a grin, Louie drove face first into the pile of gold coins and began to swim around in it, his tail feathers sticking right out the top of it.
"Uh, how do you actually do that?" Huey frowned.
"Do what?" Louie didn't even stop swimming to ask.
"Like actually swim in money?"
"Huh?"
"That's not scientifically or even feasibly possible."
"Don't question my special hard earned reality bending powers, Hubert!"
Louie gasped. "Looky here, a golden possibly mystical invaluable music box. And look, and it has three colored shiny jems on it. Red, blue, and oooh, little ol' sly green. Come to daddy pretty box." He rubbed his newly acquired artifact against his cheek.
"You need to stop." Huey looked completely done with everything.
"Don't interrupt me when I'm comforting my treasure! You'll be safe with me." Louie reassured to his already treasured box, as Scrooge, Webby, Donald, Della, and Launchpad finally made their way into the lower chamber.
"Sorry! The bridge broke!" Louie quickly yelled to them.
"There you three are!" Scrooge held his torch up.
"BOYS!" Donald was relieved.
"Wait. How did you guys get down here?" Dewey asked.
"We went through the door labeled, Treasure Room!" Webby yelled to them.
"Okay, yep, yep. Lost all respect..." Louie put down his box.
"Is there any way down from the otherside?"
"Sorry Uncle Scrooge, but there's no way down. Wait. There's no way down?" Huey paused in sudden, panicked, realization. "WE'RE TRAPPED HERE?!"
"Wait, is there seriously no escape route? Ugh! This is a stupid temple!" Louie kicked at the pile of treasure.
"Well then we'll just have to make one then-"
...
"-ugh, uhhh..." Dewey quickly crouched over and clutched his stomach.
"Ugh, NOW what is it?!" Huey asked.
"I think I'm gonna be sick."
"What, WHY?!"
"Must have been the expired bubblegum and meat lovers pizza I ate..."
"You ate expired candy, AND the meat lovers pizza?!" The young Junior Woodchuck paused in anger. "Dewey! You know very well what those imported spicy sausages do to you!"
"How old was the candy?" Louie asked out of curiosity.
"Uhhhh. I think the date started with a onnnne..."
"Oh boi, I think I'm gonna throw up."
"Nope. it's definitely me this time. Oh stomach, why must you torment young Dewey so?"
"This couldn't possibly get any- HEY Huey! Watch it!" Louie fought back as he was suddenly shoved aside by his older brother.
"Don't say that."
"What? Why not?"
"Because everytime one of us says, this couldn't possibly get any worse, somehow everything, always gets WORSE!"
...
"This couldn't possibly get any-" Louie was stopped as Huey put his finger up to his bill.
"Louie, as your oldest brother, I FORBID YOU..."
"Betcha a wrestling match with Webby if you say it." Dewey chimed in.
"YESSS!" Webby cheered from far across the chamber.
...
"...This couldn't possibly get any-"
"LOUIE!"
"-worse."
"YESSS!"
BOOM!
A loud smokey familiar explosion was instantly set off high above the three Duck triplet's heads that blew a hole in the stone ceiling right above them on the cramped, small platform.
"Wait what?" Dewey questioned aloud while Huey just glared crossly at his brothers with his arms at his chest.
"FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD!" A long strong rope was tossed down from above as a rotund shadowy figure emerged from the hole and quickly slid halfway down the rope, somehow ignoring all the burning pain in his hands as he laughed a loud hammy laugh to end all loud hammy laughs.
"Flinty?! What in the raging blue blazes are-"
"-AH, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! GLOMGOLD! GLOMGOLD! GLOM-GOLD!"
"Ugh! He is so loud and obnoxious! Waaaaah?!" Louie and his brothers were quickly crushed flat underneath Glomgold's weight as he jumped down from above and stood proudly on top of them.
"AH HA HA HA HA HA! That's right Scroogey! I followed you all here to steal away the treasure, your dignity, your self-respect, AND your nephews! Yes, I know, you're all just so terribly shocked and horrified right now..."
"Glomgold! You get away from my kids!" Della demanded from the far side of the room.
"YEAH!" Donald agreed and pulled back his sleeves as Scrooge and Webby and prepared for a fight.
"Now hold still you!" Glomgold ordered a struggling Louie as he began to tie him up.
"Oh c'mon! We got tied up by Webby just yesterday!"
"Lena and Violet are much more difficult to properly capture and interrogate." Webby explained. "Lena holds up surprisingly well under third degree, while Violet always somehow ends up asking the important qusetions..."
"Now, you'll all make such very good prisoners now, now won't you?" Glomgold asked Louie as he finished the last tight knot around his shoulders.
"I kick and scream a whole lot if you push me."
"Last time we got kidnapped, Dewey insisted that he was worth much more than the original ransom, and got the Beagle Boys to raise it." Huey said as he just let himself get tied up.
"Hey! It got Uncle Scrooge to refuse to up pay and rescue us right?" Dewey asked.
"Our lives were at stake!"
"So was my pride!" Dewey tried to fight back as Glomgold finally finished with him and held up the golden music box from the pile of coins and stuck it in his pocket.
"H-Hey! That's my treasure! Take your grubby hands, OFF! Waaaaah!" Louie fell forwards as he was tripped right into the hoard of treasure by Glomgold and got a big mouthfull of it.
"AH HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Scrooge's McDuck's sworn arch-enemy laughed as he comically kicked Louie in the butt.
"That's right helpless wee nephews! Wallow in your own dark murky ponds of gloom and despair! For I, FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD! And team, will finally prove once and for all that- Rrrrrrr! Rrrrrrr!" Glomgold came to an immediate stop as he weakly tried to pull himself up with the rope.
"HRRRRRRRRRR! TEAM! Pull me up! I've got to make my first dramatic exit!"
...
"Team? Team? Baaah! Knew I forgot something."
"Wait, you were just going to leave us here?" Louie asked.
"Of COURSE NOT. You're all much too valuable to my grand scheme of things to be left behind." Glomgold began to explain his latest harebrained, cockamamie scheme.
"Since McDuck cares about you three the way does, and that he loves and cherishes you or whatever, seeing you all torn down and brought to my command, with no way of knowing what truly happened to ye, it will completely destroy him..."
"I'm literally standing, right here." Scrooge said.
"SUCK IT MCDUCK! Or should I say... SUCK THIS- AHHH! AAAAAHHH!"
Flintheart Glomgold, in all his hammy cartoon villain glory, attempted to throw a lit stick of dynamite straight across the room at Scrooge, but only managed to slip at the last second and throw the stick dynamite and himself down into pit, barely saving himself from falling by clinging onto the edge of platform, the stick of dynamite somehow unlighting itself before disappearing down into the dark abyss.
"Save me green nephew! Save me!"
"Uh, in case you already forgot, we're all tied up." Louie reminded Glomgold as he and his brothers stood over him. "So, yeah, you basically just screwed yourself..."
"Guys! Don't worry. Just wiggle a bit and exhale! You'll slip clean out like freshly churned butter!" Webby yelled to them with her hands at the sides of her bill.
"Webby! That's easy for you to say! You're literally the second strongest person I know! Look at all our little arms. Do they look like they're capable of-" Louie paused as Huey silently undid the ropes from around him and Dewey.
"Did you even try?" The young Junior Woodchuck asked with a cold frown.
"...AAAAAHHH! Save me green nephew! Save me!" Glomgold screamed helplessly upwards.
"What's your offer?"
Huey once again glared coldly at Louie with his arms crossed.
"What? I'm milking the situation. I mean, you should really expect this from me at this point."
"I've got, uh, a nice grey bushy, genuine beard..." Glomgold lied straight through bill.
...
"Yeeeep, he's got nothing on him, let em' drop." Louie began to walk away.
"Wait! Wait. How about some compliments then?"
"Pttth, please." Louie turned back to him. "If you think throwing around simple compliments is going to phase me, you must either be even crazier than Uncle Scrooge says you are, or you must think I'm some of kind glory obsessed, self seeking-"
"-DEWEY'S UP!" Dewey quickly reached down to Glomgold to try and pull him up.
"DEWEY!"
"What?"
"This is Glomgold! He's a villain! And he tried to kill us at least a couple dozen times already!" Huey was beginning to lose him patience.
"A villain that's willing to cower to my needy complimentary needs, Hubert! And do you really think I'd let this chance of a lifetime go to waste? So... Whatcha got?" Dewey asked excitedly.
"You're uh... You're, awfully handsome dashing and brave, handsome dashing and brave blue boy in blue." Glomgold slowly complimented him as Scrooge and his family just watched in silence.
...
"That's close enough!"
"DEWEY!"
"What? AAAHHHH!" Dewey was quickly pulled down off the top of the platform by Glomgold as he let go of the edge and continued to tightly hold onto his arms as the duckling hanged down from his feet.
"That..." Huey calmly stated.
"Ugh! I know you're still kinda a idiot, but my high moral compass still says I should save- Waaaaaah?!" Louie was immediately pulled down as well as he grabbed onto his brother's legs and just put himself in the same awkward falling position.
"UGH! Stupid high moral compass!"
"Don't worry guys, I've got thi- uhhh... Wahhh?! AAAHHHHH!" Creating a long dangling chain of ducks holding tightly onto each other's hands and feet, Huey held onto Louie's legs and almost pulled himself down into the pit, just barely saving himself and the others as the left over rope from the trap bridge tangled up around him.
"UHHHH- UNCLE SCROOOOGE! GET US DOWN, GET US DOWN! GET US DOWN!" Louie suddenly paused. "No, no no wait! Nevermind nevermind! GET US UP, GET US UP, GET US UP!"
"I canna reach you all from over here!" Scrooge yelled as Della and Donlad began to panic in worry for their kids.
"Guys remember! It's not that fall that kills you, but the sudden bone shattering impact of death!" Webby reminded them.
"NOT HELPING!" Louie said.
"Actually, that does help." Huey relaxed a bit.
"How does that help?!"
"FACTS COMFORT ME WHEN I'M- Ahhh! My cap! Ahhh! The JWG! Ahhh! Huey!" All three of these fell down into the pit in that exact order, Huey being the only one saved by the rope around his legs still barely holding into him.
"Ugh! We're slowly dying." Louie groaned as Dewey just stared straight ahead at Glomgold, their faces now only inches away from each other.
"...What are you looking at, BLUE nephew?!"
"I just realized how actually ugly you are up close."
"Huey, I swear to Zeus. If you let go, or Dewey, if you pass gas, I'll never speak to you AGAIN." Louie cried.
"Toilet humor is my favorite!" Webby cheered from afar.
"AAAHHHHHH!"
"AAAHHHHHH!" Both Glomgold and the Duck brothers screamed again as the rope continued to get only looser and looser.
"KIDS!"
"BOYS!"
"Mom, before I go to that big treasure chamber, or possibly billionaires mansion in sky, I simply must ask... Who is my father?" Louie softly asked.
"Oh honey, is that all?" Della relaxed. "He's..."
"-UHH! UHHH! AHHHHH! AH- CURSE YOU COLORED NEPHEEWWWWWWWS!" Flintheart Glomgold shouted out his final curse as the rope holding him, Huey, Dewey, and Louie up finally came loose and dropped them all into the dark, inky, abyss below.
"AAAAAAAAHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAHHH!"
"KIDS!"
"BOOOOYS!"
"AAAAAAAAHHH!" Launchpad yelled along with them as the falling chain of ducks all disappeared in flash of multi-colored mystical light.
"NOOOOOO! Dewey still owed me a mestling wraaatth!" Webby reached out helpessly into the dark.
...
"What?" Donald questioned.
"Oh, sorry. I ment wrestling match. Heh heh..."
A/N: So, this is just something I wrote really quick on a whim and completed in just a couple days after randomly thinking up the beginning for this. And considering that I kinda lost my audience with my currently other fic here, I thought I'd take a short break from it and trying writing something much softer and lighter for a change.
So if you somehow got this far without reading the description, this is a crossover between the 2017 DuckTales reboot and original 1987 DuckTales series. So if you're not familiar with the original series, I'd recommend watching a bit of it before you read the rest of this... after I eventually write the rest of it of course.
If you're interested in seeing me continue this, or have any great ideas on where I should go from here, I'm always open for suggestions! Also, if you enjoyed this, please leave a review and tell me what you thought it. I'd very much appreciate it! Thanks for your time! Oh, and also, the golden mystical music box thingy, was in NO WAY, inspired by Amphibia okay? And anyone who accuses me of stealing that idea from that show, clearly has NO idea what they're talking about.
Now, if you don't mind, I've got to get back to writing. Little Minima De Spell is about to make her grand debut in my other fic...