Scrooge walks into the dining room, where he sees Louie sitting at the far end of the dining table, Zan to his right, Ian and Manny to his left.
"Uncle Scrooge? Hi. Thanks for coming." Louie greets.
"Ah, to breakfast?" Scrooge asks.
"So, do you remember that bet that you made with Glomgold where the winner won the loser's fortune, and technically I won both your fortunes so that I could give it back to you?"
"It was yesterday."
"You said I'd be a bigger billionaire than you are one day, and well, today is a day, and-"
"What are yew trying to say, lad?" Scrooge inquires.
"Yeah, what are you getting at?" Ian asks with concern.
"Well, I'm keeping it all, so I can be the richest duck in the world!" Louie declares as Zan and Manny duck behind the table, awaiting Scrooge to flip out, while Ian stares at Louie wide-eyed and jaw agape.
Scrooge then... starts to laugh. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Yew, ha ha, are going to be the richest duck in the world? Ha ha ha ha!"
"Yes, um-"
"Oh sure, it's just a complex international conglomeration. Yew 'love' hard work. Heh. Have fun! Ae'll be here when you're ready to give my fortune back." Scrooge says as he leaves, laughing on the way out.
"That went far better than expected." Zan says, surprised.
Ian then pushes his jaw shut and hard slaps himself, as he snaps out of it. "What?! I'm under the employ of a ten year old?!"
"Eleven, actually, almost twelve."
"I don't care!" Ian says, shaking his head.
...
Meanwhile, Scrooge passes Rebecca as he keeps laughing.
"You aren't really going to let him be in charge of the company, are you?" She asks, concerned as she follows her uncle.
"What's the harm in it?" Scrooge asks.
"Him wasting money? Defunding necessities because he isn't aware those Buzzards are trying to ruin you? Etcetera?" She asks.
"Bah, let him learn. The worst thing is out of the way. Ae made sure of it decades ago."
"Hmm..." Rebecca says, unsure as she goes to check on her siblings and mother, the former of whom were also looking for Della.
They find her in the houseboat, talking on a semi-jury-rigged camera system that seems capable of beaming a signal out to space.
"Oh, hey. These are the kids!" Dells pulls the four in front of the camera. "Rebecca, Huey, Dewey, and I tried to get Louie, but his assistant said he was in the middle of a 'complex business deal'. So this is Webby, the kids' charmingly violent best friend and honorary sister. She's like their you." Della says.
"Hyah!" Webby says as she flips Dewey onto the floor.
"What is this?" Huey asks.
"Sending a message to my friends back on the moon." Della explains.
"This is beaming out to the galaxy?" Dewey asks as he gets back up.
"Yep, they were supposed to follow right after me, but I haven't heard from them. So I've been sending them transmissions like I sent you." Della says, to the confusion of the kids. "The ones I sent you from the moon? Hundreds of hours of heartfelt lessons that gave me hope and purpose?"
"We did not get those." Huey says.
"Ugh, meh, eh, it's fine. Everything's fine." Della is about to have a panic attack.
Then, Dewey manages to break the camera while dancing. "Ulp."
"Augh, now I've got no camera, and no way to get a message to the moon. If only we knew someone with camera equipment, or a TV setup or-"
"Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh..." Dewey starts to get excited.
"Oh, no." Huey says,
"What? What did I say?" Della asks.
"There's no stopping it now." Webby adds.
"Stopping what now?"
"Mom, have you any idea what you've done?!" Rebecca says with extreme worry.
"What?! What is going o-"
"Live from Earth, it's the first ever intergalactic episode of Dewey Dew-night in space, space, space, space." Dewey announces as they cut to him opening up an episode of Dewey Dew-Night.
"Uh." Della is just confused.
"Why? Why did you have to ask the question?!" Rebecca asks in anguish.
Meanwhile, lo and behold, Louie has been wasting money, even spending $100 million on a custom ottoman Ian could have built for under $100. To say he was leaving a dent in the wall via his head was an understatement. Then, Louie gets called into the board room to meet with the board of directors, as Rebecca had feared.
"We need to discuss the... ottoman incident." Bradford says.
"Oh, it's great, isn't it? It was not cheap, though." Louie says.
"And, how exactly does this ottoman benefit the company?"
"I wanted it, and I'm very rich, so-"
"This is a business, not a bank account! That money has to come from somewhere."
"I tried to say I could build a sufficient one for a couple hundred bucks but he chose to waste money." Ian says.
Bradford gestures to Ian, who Louie waves off.
"Just figure it out. That is what I pay you to do, right?" Louie says.
The Buzzards share a look. "Hmm, we 'are' spending a lot on magical defense on a dark, mysterious island in the Heron Sea." Bradford says.
"Great! Cut that!" Louie says as Bradford presses a button to turn it off. "Now, let the rich life of Louie Duck begin-"
"There's an emergency on your island in the Heron Sea!" Owlson enters urgently as if on queue.
"That was fast." Ian says.
"But, but. Ugh. Fine, but when I get back, I am going to live it up!" Louie groans as they leave.
...
Later, they arrive on the island, Ian with his energy rifle slung over his shoulder as they walk inland.
"Hm, not really the private, rich-guy island I was hoping for. Heh, put in a white sand beach over there, private lagoon over here, maybe a water slide, or is that too tacky? I'm not sure." Louie says.
"Why would Scrooge invest so much money in protecting this... creepy pile of pillars?" Owlson asks.
"Columnar basalt, a type of volcanic extrusion." Ian informs to specify, being a bit of a nerd.
Then, when they reach the center of the island...
Louie gasps as he looks down a hole. "That's why! He was hiding a secret money bin!"
"Hmm..." Ian has his doubts, sensing something off.
"Oof." Della says as Webby smacks makeup onto her face, which she shakes off. "So, Dewey has his own show?" She asks as Webby offers to put more on, which she declines,
"Mostly in his mind." Huey says.
"If you can call that empty space a mind." Rebecca retorts.
"Now, fresh from being lost in space for a decade, put your flippers or whatever moon people have together for, uh, Della Duck!" Dewey plays the 'yay' sound on his keytar. "Mom, can I call you Mom?"
"I am your mom." Della says.
"Great. You were stuck on the moon for like a really long time. Any funny stories about that?"
"Oh yeah. In the cruel void of space, it's easy to lose track of time. So one morning, I decided to have a staring contest in the mirror, but I was so desperate for human connection it lasted three weeks. To this day, I can't look in a mirror because I'm afraid I'll see 'her'." Della recounts and, after looking into a cup of coffee, drops the mug, which shatters.
Dewey plays a cricket sound, a tad disturbed. "Wow."
"This is not how I envisioned first contact with alien life." Huey remarks.
"Mom may need therapy if I'm being honest." Rebecca comments.
"Oh don't worry. If anything goes wrong, I'll send in our animal guest." Webby says as she holds a raccoon, which gets free and attacks her. "Ow! No biting!"
Back on Falcon Island, the group makes it down to the 'secondary bin'.
"Man, I am an even better bajillionaire than I thought. I bet it's like full of like the best treasure." Louie gloats, to which Ian rolls his eyes.
"It must really be something if you had all these doohickeys to keep people out." Launchpad says.
"Or to keep something in. Or... to... keep... something... in." Manny clops out.
"I concur." Ian says.
"Come on, let's get in- My beautiful bin! What has happened to you?" Louie says, finding the door to it ripped open.
"When you cut the magical defenses, it must have allowed... something... to break through. But what?" Owlson says as they ponder.
"Let's ask this guy." Launchpad suggests, as he point out the Bombie.
"Grrr." The Bombie growls.
"Ah phooey." Ian says, knowing where this is going.
"Excuse me sir. Are you from around here, or-"
"RAARR!" The Bombie yells and attacks, making everyone run for cover.
"What... was... that?" Louie asks, panting.
"Whatever Mr. McDuck had trapped in that bin!" Owlson comments.
"That is pretty vague Zan!" Ian comments, unslinging his energy rifle.
"Okay, no problem. I'm the richest duck in the world. I got this." Louie says as he goes to confront the Bombie.
"Richest!" The Bombie growls.
"Excuse me, you are on my property right now, buddy. You'd better leave before I have you removed." Louie threatens, to no effect as the Bombie attacks him. "Uh, okay I'll give you a million dollars to leave. Dah and a plane. Dah, and a horse-thing." As he is attacked more and more.
"And a what?" Manny clops out.
"Do something! I am too rich to die!" Louie pleads, which Ian cringes at, has somewhat an idea what this monster wants.
"I'll save you, Louie McD!" Launchpad runs at the Bombie, and is swiftly knocked into a wall.
"Oh no, Launchpad!"
"Arrgh!" The Bombie roars.
"Oh no, me!"
"I got it!" Ian says as he shoulders his energy rifle and, after setting it to max power, fires at the Bombie, hitting it square-on, the energy bolt exploding massively, the area shrouded in a cloud of smoke and dust.
"Well done Ian! I'll be sure to double your pay-" Louie is cut off by the Bombie walking out from the smoke, unharmed.
"Arrgh!" The Bombie roars.
Ian blinks. "Well that's all I got. Run!" He runs, the others following.
"Oh, nothing stops him! Owlson, do something!" Louie pleads.
"Oh sure, like they cover 'this' in business school!" Owlson remarks as the split up and rejoin.
"Arrgh!" The Bombie is about to hit Louie, but is smashed under a pillar via Launchpad.
"Oh hey, guys." Launchpad says.
"Woo hoo! I did it!" Louie cheers.
"You did it?" Owlson asks incredulously.
"Yeah, I'm Launchpad's boss, so basically I did it."
"That's not how credit works!" Ian protests.
"Nothing can stop the richest duck in the-" Louie is cut off by the Bombie, once more, getting up. "Get to the bin! Get to the bin!" As they flee once more.
...
After some more fleeing, they FINALLY decide to make for the plane, using Manny as a dummy, Louie makes a call.
"Hello, Bradford? Cut the funding to the McDuck satellite system immediately. Yes, I know what I'm doing. Drop the ball on my location. Now!" He says as the Bombie gets close. "Now, now, now! Drop them all!"
"I'm sorry, did you just say, drop the ball?" Ian asks.
"Yes!"
"Oh are you-" He ducks for covers. "Louie you cannot just call in an orbital strike!"
"Well I just did!" Louie says as he takes cover as well as the plane starts to take off.
"With a comms satellite!?"
Soon enough, the entirety of the McDuck satellite system bombards the island, and Bombie, as the plane barely makes it.
"Okay... If that didn't kill it, nothing will." Ian says.
"Exactly. And Scrooge thought I couldn't handle being the richest duck in the world, ha ha ha ha. Mr. McQuack, take us home. Let the rich life of Louie Duck begin! Ah ha ha!" Louie cheers.
"Alright, back to business." Owlson says.
"What? I just saved our lives back there, and it was very stressful." Louie complains.
"I'll need you in the office at 6:00 am to make up for the day we just lost." Owlson returns.
"Ahh, I don't have to listen to you, Owlson. I am the richest duck in the-" Louie waves off, as the Bombie once again appears.
"Arrgh!" The Bombie
"Of course he survived." Ian laments.
"Ahh! What do you want from me?" Louie asks as the Bombie approaches, growling.
"ENOUGH!" Owlson yells, fed up.
"Huh?" The Bombie and Louie look at her.
"I was at the top of my class at Mouseton. Ran several successful businesses. But none of that prepared me for you Duckburg billionaires. Reckless thrill-seekers, madmen with the minds of children, actual children! I tried to keep you people humble, but all you care about is money, and power. Well, I'm done trying to make you better. I'm going to become a better billionaire myself. I quit!" She says as she heads to the loading ramp and ties a rope around her waist.
"What?! No! You're the only sane person in this business I've met!" Ian pleads.
"I am sorry, but I have no choice." Owlson asserts. "Consider this my two weeks notice because, I will stay on to train my replacement like a professional! Now, everyone hold on to something!" As she opens the cargo door, as everyone holds on. "Launchpad! Pull up!"
Launchpad does so, the Bombie falling out as Ian panics.
"I HATE FLYING~!" Ian cries out, holding on for dear life.
"Ah ha!" Louie says before he is hit by his ottoman, dislodging him. "Oof! Ahh!" As he falls towards the back.
Owlson tries to grab him, but fails. "No no no no!"
"That ain't gonna bode well!" Ian remarks, as the plane levels out and returns to Duckburg.