At the McDuck Money Bin, in the board room...
"With business expanding in Spoonerville and St. Canard markets, noted interdependencies C, G, and 5F, we're also cutting funding to unnecessary departments: Historical research, experimental tech, deep sea exploration..." Bentley Buzzard reads out to a bored Scrooge McDuck, who is fiddling with a couple of coins.
"Fantastic." Scrooge says sarcastically, before entering his money bin. "Back in the bin with ya, see you tomorrow." He sighs as he tosses the coins in, before closing the vault door and heading to the garage.
"Mr McDuck." A young intern/trainee sea otter in green polo shirt, jeans, and brown work shoes nods as he runs into his employer.
"Ah, lad. Good afternoon. Ae take it yer headed off on break?" Scrooge asks in a slightly warmer tone.
"Yes sir. Then it's off to the Manor to see what all needs repairs."
"Very well..." Scrooge has a thought. "Care ta join me on the ride back and at the Manor fer lunch? Should make the trip a wee bit easier fer ya."
"That sounds nice. Thank you sir." Ian smiles and nods, walking with his employer. He was happy working here. Mr. McDuck, despite the cold exterior, was a kind man. He knew from experience and from a gut feeling. He just wonders what it would take to bring it out.
One chaotic, horrible, terrifying limo ride later, and the vehicle screeches to a sudden stop.
"Why aren't we moving!" Scrooge demands.
"Mrs. B! Open up! I need to get outta here before..." Donald says into the intercom.
BEEP BEEP
"... he shows up."
"Oi! Jettison that jalopy from my driveway this instant, yew deadbeat!" Scrooge shouts out the window before exiting and confronting the other duck.
Ian stays in the vehicle and listens and watches, curious. The words the other duck says, as garbled as they are, shock him to his core.
"Uncle Scrooge." Donald says.
"Hold up, what?!" Ian is stunned as he then notices the three identical boys who look, strikingly, like Rebecca, Scrooge's great niece. Were they related? He'd have to ask later, though, as more important matters were at hand as they all enter the manor grounds after Scrooge seems to agree to watch over them. Now? Best he give Scrooge some time with his family.
In the dining room, Scrooge is sitting at one end of the table, reading the paper, while the trio of boys sit at the opposite end, excited. Mrs. Beakley sets a platter of sandwiches down in front of Scrooge.
"Talk to your nephews." She says before leaving. As she exits, she walks by Ian, who had gone to put his tools away for when he gets to work.
"Are those three, really his nephews?" Ian questions.
"Yes, they are." Beakley says.
"Wow... How come I've never seen them?"
"It is a long story that Mr McDuck would rather not be discussed. But know that he has not seem them their entire lives."
"Well, all that matters is that family is reunited. I'm certain Mr McDuck will come around."
"BEAKLEY!" Scrooge shouts, as the older woman sighs.
"Or, not." Ian says, as the boys are, subsequently, locked in a room with only a bag of marbles for entertainment, Scrooge returning to finish lunch, Ian joining his boss.
"Hmph. Used to be a big deal." Scrooge grumbles.
"That was, kinda mean. They were just curious given they learned you are their uncle after, what, ten years?" Ian says, shocked to see this side of his boss.
"My point exactly, hence why ae stay away from children."
"You literally raised Rebecca. Like a daughter... Or something. They are family not just to you, but to her to some extent, especially since they all look so similar." Ian says as he takes a sip of his soda.
"Of course they'd look alike. Rebecca is their quadruplet sister." Scrooge states bluntly.
PFFFFTTT
Ian coughs after spitting his soda out, tries to collect himself. "What?! You mean Rebecca is their sister and they don't know!?"
"Nor does she the point is, that two young girls is enough. Adding three boys is just trouble."
"They are direct family! Siblings! They need a close relation and they've been separated for over a decade!"
"Ack it'll be fine. Not like they can get into trouble."
Meanwhile, upstairs...
"Ah! I'll put the marbles back! I swear!" Dewey cries out as he and his brother dangle upside down, tied up.
"Who sent you? Ma Beagle? Glomgold?" A mysterious female duckling obscured by the shadows demands
"Answer us!" Another, different young female voice demands, even more hidden and aggressive.
"U-uncle Scrooge!" Louie cries out fearfully.
"Uncle Scrooge?" The first girl gasps. "OHMYGOSHTHENEPHEWS!" She claps her hands to turn on the lights, revealing herself, clad in pink, and the other girl, clad in purple, who is holding onto the rope suspending the three.
"Wait you know us?" Louie asks
"Of course!" The pink girl says as the other girl, holding onto the rope, cuts the boys down. "Researching Mr. McDuck and his family is kinda my hobby."
The other girl was the same age as the boys, with shoulder-length white hair tied back in a sort of ponytail. She had on a purple blouse with sleeves rolled short over a lavender ultra-short-sleeve t-shirt. These were tucked into a purple skort with black belt around the waist, while in her hair was a purple hairband.
"What are your blood types? What's Donald really like? Who's the evil triplet?" The pink girl questions as she helps the boys up.
"Louie." Dewey and Huey say, pointing to their youngest brother
"Meh." Louie shrugs.
"Tell me EVERYTHING!" The pink girl says as she takes a photo of the trio, the flash stunning them.
"We live with our uncle..." Huey says.
"... On a boat," Dewey adds.
"Go on," The pink girl says as she checks the polaroid.
"Kinda it. We're just a normal, boring familaah!" Huey explains but is startled as he and his brothers find the other girl really close up.
"Hi! I'm Rebecca Duck! I'm Scrooge's niece too!" The purple-clad girl says, smiling widely.
"Really?!" The boys gasp, shocked at even more new family.
"Yep! Though, he's more like a father to me. Raised me since I hatched. Still I can't believe I get to meet you three!" She says cheerily. "Three cousins who look... Almost exactly like me." She realizes.
"Yeah, it's, really weird." Huey admits as the boys look at the girl.
"Well, I mean, duh. You guys are identical quadruplet siblings after all." The pink girl adds non-chalantly.
"What?!" The four gasp as Webby reveals a family tree chart via kicking a ball into the map.
"Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Rebecca Duck. Scrooge McDuck's great nephews and niece from his sister Hortense's side with Quackmore Duck, twice removed." The pink girl explains.
"Why didn't you tell me I had siblings!?" Rebecca demands.
"I thought you knew?" Webby says.
"Obviously not!" Rebecca snaps, actually freaking out. "Which of you is the oldest?"
"Uh, me, Huey, I was born three second before Dewey, six before Louie."
"What time?" She presses.
"Uh, I think I hatched at, 1:35:30 PM?" Huey says.
"I hatched at 1:35:25. I have three baby brothers?!" Rebecca says.
"We have a big sister?!" Dewey asks, excited.
"I'm not the oldest?" Huey asks, torn apart and feeling a loss of purpose. If he wasn't the responsible oldest sibling, then, who was Huey?
Rebecca looks at them, before she goes teary-eyed as she smiles and bear hugs them crushingly tight. "I have three brothers! I'm not an only child!"
"Akh!" Huey cries out.
"Sis, please..." Dewey pleads.
"Can't, breathe..!" Louie gasps out.
"Awww..." Webby takes a picture of the group hug, before the three are dropped.
"This is the best day of my life..." Rebecca says giddily, her brothers trying to breathe normal again.
"Anyways, you are?" Dewey asks the pink duckling as he stands up with his brothers.
"Oh right. Webby Vanderquack. My granny's the housekeeper. WAIT Are we friends now?" Webby exclaims.
"If we say yes will you let us live?" Huey asks with absolute sincerity.
"HAH! Good one new best friend."
"So, sis, friend, what do you do for fun around here?" Louie asks.
"Oh, we're the best at fun, um," Webby says as Rebecca kicks open a vent grate and crawls in, Webby following.
"Least it's not the marble room," Dewey says as the brothers follow.
Meanwhile...
Scrooge is struggling to get into an old diving suit. "C'mon yew braggart, you won't get the best of Scrooge McDuck."
"Hm, a little spring cleaning?" Beakley asks as she enters, Ian already present and holding the helmet for his boss.
"Maybe, maybe not. Read this." Scrooge hands Beakley a newspaper.
"Snow on the Drake Barrier Reef."
"First time in fifty years. That weather report aligns perfectly with the Papaya Prophecy..." Scrooge explains as Ian rolls his eyes mentally.
Prophecies? Atlantis? Nothing but, as Scrooge would say, hogwash. Ian was pragmatic, and 'knew' the supernatural wasn't real. His explanation for all this? Climate change. Straight and simple. However his attention is brought back as Beakley speaks up.
"And one secretary for an old man who seems to have forgotten that I am NOT HIS SECRETARY!"
"... Okay, lad, can yew-"
"Memorized sir, will write it down in a second." Ian says, having heard Scrooge's 'needed' list.
"Good lad. Now, yew sure yew wouldn't like ta join us Beakley?" Scrooge asks.
"I have enough excitement caring for Webby AND Rebecca. Perhaps you should spend some time with your family. And I mean, more than you already do," Beakley suggests.
"Why? Hang up me spats? Become the dottering old relic everyone thinks I am? Spinning yarns to those loudmouth young'uns about the man I used ta be?"
"You avoided them for ten years."
"Yew know well why ae donnae want nor need family around," Scrooge says, half glaring as he takes the helmet to put on. "Look, I'm Scrooge McDuck. I made my name being tougher than the toughers and smarter than the smarties. And I made my money square on my own. No nephews, no niece, no family. No one helped me then, and I don't need help now, and..." Scrooge falls and is unable to get back up. "Beakley, a little help?" Beakley walks away. "Maybe they're right."
Ian just sighs and tries to help him up.
"Welcome to the wing of secrets," Webby states.
"I knew it," Huey says.
"Dewey, check it out," Louie says.
"Yeah, whatever." Dewey says, having heard Scrooge's rant.
"The Gong of Pixiu. Hit it three times to unleash unspeakable evil." Webby explains as Louie is placing green sticky notes on several items.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Huey asks his youngest brother.
"Calling dibs on stuff." Louie says.
"Louie..." Rebecca scolds. Looks like being older sister to keep her 'evil' brother in line was kicking in.
"What, Scrooge is like super old," He reasons.
"He's not even dead yet!" Rebecca says as Louie moves to tag another item, but is stopped by Webby.
"Whoa careful. Medusa's gauntlet. One touch could turn organic matter to stone." Webby warns.
"Okay, we'll call this one a maybe." Louie says as he tags it anyway, to which Rebecca facepalms.
"This place is incredible."
"It's fake." Dewey says as the others come over and see what he is looking at: a large painting of Scrooge fighting an old pirate, while Donald swings on a rope.
"Is that Uncle Donald?" Huey asks.
"Oh yeah, he was Mr. McDuck's sidekick." Webby says with Rebecca nodding.
The boys look at each other. "Dewey's right." Huey states.
"Totally fake." Louie adds.
"Uncle Donald has never done anything cool." Dewey finishes. At this, Rebecca's jaw drops in disbelief. Did, Donald really not tell them? Anything?
"What? Donald Duck is one of the most daring adventurers of all time!" Webby asserts, to no avail.
"This has got to be a fake, and I bet everything else is too." Dewey dismisses.
"What?!" Rebecca half flips out, too lost for words.
"That's not true. What about this picture with Chupacabra?" Webby points out
"Photoshopped." Huey argues, to which Rebecca starts to doubt if they actually are siblings, because no way any brothers of her raised by Donald Duck would be this... bland.
"Well, this treasure chest?" Webby continues.
"Probably bought it at an auction." Louie argues.
"This g-g-ghost?" Webby says as a sheet rises out of the chest.
"You mean this Halloween decoration?" Dewey argues as he pulls the sheet off, revealing...
"Curse ye you scurvy life lubbers!" The ghost pirate exclaims.
"It's Captain Peg-hook the scourge of the river styx!" Webby states.
"It's real! It's really, really real!" Dewey says as he stumbles into...
"The Deus Excalibur. It won't rest until it's target's slain."
"But he's already dead." Huey points out.
"And way to go waking him up guys!" Rebecca says as she pulls Huey out of the way of the sword, which hits the gong.
"Do not let anything else hit that gong," Webby warns.
"Yep, I'm going to sit this one out." Louie says as he sits on a saddle, under which forms...
"The headless man-horse!" Webby exclaims.
"That one's self-explanitory." Rebecca says before said being stumbles into the gong.
"One more and something terrible could happen." Webby says with genuine worry.
"What could be worse than this?" Louie asks.
"WHAT IN DISMAL DOWNS IS GOING ON!?" Scrooge yells in the doorway.
"Uh-oh..." Rebecca.
"There it is." The boys say.
"Why aren't you in your rooms?" Scrooge demands, before they all duck for cover to avoid getting hit by the sword.
"We've got this. There are five of us and three of them. If we, wait never mind, they teamed up." Huey says, seeing the intimidating team-up.
"Ah good, that means only one target." Scrooge says confidently as he vaults from cover.
"No, get back! You're old!" Dewey pleads.
"Oi Beastie, what's it gonna take to shuffle you off to the afterlife?" Scrooge asks.
"The head of Scrooge McDuck." Peg-hook demands.
Scrooge cracks his neck and postures his cane like a sword. "Would ye settle fer his hat?"
Peg-hook screams, and Scrooge throws his hat and ducks under him. Peg-hook throws sword, Scrooge's head seemingly flies, at which all gasp, before they realize it's from the statue as Scrooge catches the head.
"There's yer head." Scrooge tosses it to Peg-hook.
"I should have been more specific!" Peg-hook cries out as he fades away, the head falling into place on the Headless Horse.
[A head. I'm no longer a freak! Thank you!] The horse clops before running out. Then, Scrooge looks at the kids.
"We can explain. We came down to your secret museum to look for you because we love you?" Louie tries to plead.
"Secret museum? This is the garage." Scrooge states.
"The what?" Huey and Dewey ask, as Scrooge opens the garage door.
"You mean the gar-age?" Louie corrects.
"No that's ridiculous. If this is a garage, then how do you explain all this amazing stuff, like the garden hose of destiny, or Montezuma's stack of old magazines, or, oh yeah, no, it's a garage." Webby argues before she realizes, feeling a tad, silly.
"Wha- you have an entire garage in need of organization? Why'd you not tell me?!" Ian asks as he pops in, looking around in awe.
"Uh, who is this?" Dewey asks as the boys look at the man.
"Ian Boone, he works for Uncle Scrooge at the Bin under Doctor Gearloose. And here as a handyman. And sorta as an occasional sorta babysitter for Webby and I. He is, way overqualified." Rebecca explains.
"Back on topic! I invite yew into my home-" Scrooge starts.
"You locked us in a room!" Louie argues.
"I gave yew marbles." Scrooge counters.
"All we wanted was to hang out with you." Huey says.
"Well, now you have and look of the mess it's gotten me"
"I guess that's why you don't need family, huh Scrooge," Dewey says bitterly, to which Rebecca punches him in the arm.
"Everybody out," Scrooge orders, absolutely done with the criticism.
"But we're..." Huey starts.
"OUT!" Scrooge demands, hitting the gong with his cane, to which the kids gasp. "Oh what are yew gaping at? The curse is only activated if you ring the gong three times, and, and, and yew already hit it two times, didn't ye?" Scrooge realizes.
At this, Ian has had it with the superstition. "Oh for the love of- Curses aren't real! They are just-" Before Ian can finish he turns and sees the statues cracking, glowing yellow from the cracks, before it bursts open, as a completely golden dragon comes into being, and moves. "Whaaaatt?!" Ian is in awe at seeing the gold dragon come to life. For practically his entire life, he had thought magic was not real. Nor the supernatural for since he turned 17. This dragon has exposed him to a world beyond fixed science and reality, and thus, his life was turned on-end at that moment.
"Pixiu, the gold hunting dragon!" Webby exclaims.
"Gold hunting? Sounds great." Louie says.
"Not when you're Duckburg's single largest owner of gold." Rebecca adds.
"Akh! Me money bin!" Scrooge grabs Pixiu's tail as the dragon leaves.
"Uncle Scrooge!" Rebecca cries out in worry.
"To yer rooms!" Scrooge orders as he is carried away.
Webby starts to walk outside.
"Where are you going?" Huey asks.
Webby stands and looks at the proud. "I'm going to go eat a hamburger."
The boys look at each other, then back at Webby. "We're in." Dewey says.
"Cool. To be clear, I'm going to go catch the dragon. The hamburger was a metaphor from before I..."
"Yeah, yeah, we get it, we get it. But how are we going to get up there?" Dewey asks.
"Uh, I'm a pilot." Launchpad chimes in.
"Come on Mr. Boone! We have to help Uncle Scrooge! We- Mr. Boone?" Rebecca looks at the otter.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh~" Ian was mentally broken. Fully. He was frozen in place, still trying to register what just happened.
"Oh no, we broke him!" Rebecca squeaks out, worried severely.
"Rebecca! Mr McDuck is in trouble! Mr Boone can wait!" Webby says.
"Oh right! Uh, w-we'll be right back Mister Boone just wait up!" Rebecca says as the man just tries to process this all. In the meantime, the kids move to save Scrooge.
One rescue, dead dragon, and plane crash later...
Scrooge was pacing back in forth in front of the kids, who sat on a piece of debris.
"In the short time I've known yew, yew wrecked my home and me money bin, unleashed several ancient evils and almost got me killed, twice." Scrooge says irate.
"Four times if you count each monster as an individual time." Huey says, but gets elbowed by Rebecca.
"Look, Uncle Scrooge, I get they screwed up but, but..." Rebecca starts to panic. She doesn't want to lose her brothers after just finding them.
Then, Scrooge... laughs? "Ha ha ha ha that was incredible! When yew pulled me into the plane and said 'no time', ah and who would have thought of the Medusa gauntlet? Brilliant! Oh and then yew swung me out of the building just in time. Ha ha, you kids are nothing but trouble! Curse me kilts, have I missed trouble." Scrooge says as he sits with the kids.
"You mean, you're not mad with us?" Rebecca looks at him, confused yet hopeful.
"Mad? Of course not! But, I'm afraid I'll have ta keep an eye on yew to teach yew how to get in trouble properly." Scrooge says with a smile.
"You mean?" Dewey looks at his great uncle.
Scrooge gets on his phone. "Beakley, clear my schedule. I'm taking the wee ones on a field trip." At this, Rebecca gasps, as she realizes what is about to happen.
"About time, and once again I'm not your secretar-" She starts, but is hung up on by Scrooge.
"Now lets go find the lost city of Atlantis!" Scrooge exclaims.
"Yeah!" All cheer.
"And no one tell your Uncle Donald!" Scrooge says.
"Yeah!" Everyone cheers again.
"Who is that?" Launchpad asks.