Louie was in the TV room, on the couch, watching Ottoman Empire, a show of twin brothers building custom Ottoman footrests for a variety of clients. As the intro finishes, Scrooge is walking in, seeing Louie being, well, Louie: lazy. After a series of exchanges that reveal Louie has zero idea how things work, such as not even trying to reach for the remote to change channels, wasting Pep by only drinking the first sip, and deciding he needs a new phone because the battery ran out and it is three months old, Scrooge decides to take him to the Bin so he can learn the value of a hard day's work.
All the while, Dewey sneaks into Webby's bedroom, finds her 'Secret Files' notebook, and starts flipping through it. Then, out of no where, Webby appears in front of Dewey upside down.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Gah!" Dewey gasps and falls back. "I'm not breaking in, you're breaking in." As he drops the notebook, Webby catching it.
"Busted. You think I put glitter on my top-secret notebooks just because it's pretty?" Webby asks, to which Dewey nods, caught, literally, red-handed, as his hands are covered in red glitter. "Well, sure, it's a perk, but..."
"Webby's notebook, is a sacred, TEXT!" Rebecca yells from the attic, a tad over-the-top.
"What are you even doing up there sis?" Dewey asks.
"Oh, standing by to give backup." She says confidently.
Dewey sighs. "I'm sorry. I was just looking for information about my family."
"You shoulda asked. What do you want? Shoe sizes, horrible dark secrets known only to your Uncle Scrooge that could change the fate of the world as we know it?"
"What do you know about my mom?"
Webby and Rebecca gasp, to which Rebecca locks down everything as Webby closes the drapes over the window. "What do you know about your mom?
"Uncle Donald just told us she was gone. The only thing we have of her is this photo." Dewey says as he shows the picture.
"Wait, you have a picture of mom?!" Rebecca shouts in shock as she rushes over. All the while, Webby gasps.
"Yeah, right he- hey!" Dewey is startled as Rebecca snatches the photo of Della dunking Donald's face into a cake on their birthday.
The purple quadruplet looks at the picture tearfully. "I never knew what she actually looked like. All I know is that uncle Scrooge said I look-"
"Just like her. Guess you really are our sister huh?" Dewey says with a smile.
Rebecca smiles as she hands Webby the photo. "Here, put it in your Della Duck file."
Webby puts it in a file labeled 'Della Duck', at which Dewey gasps. "You have a whole file on our mom?" He takes the file and opens it, only to find it is empty save for the photo just put in. "Seriously? This is it?"
Webby looks away and at her conspiracy board. "I've been looking into her for years, but there's nothing. No photos, no records. No one even talks about her." She explains
"Sorry Dewey, but mom is sorta a taboo topic around here. I lost track how many times I asked Uncle Scrooge about her and he just, froze. Silent. It was like he'd seen a ghost. No matter what he went unresponsive until I left the room and met him later. No yelling or anything. Just, frozen." Rebecca says, finding it strange.
"And one time, a piece of junk mail with her name on it showed up at our door, a day later, Scrooge bought the post office, and we never saw our mailman again."
"Maybe he retired?" Dewey suggest, slightly afraid.
"Bad things generally happen to people who ask about Della Duck."
"Save for me, who is just left a tad creeped out." Rebecca adds.
"So, who are we gonna ask?" Dewey asks, to which Webby and Rebecca smile at him.
At the Bin, Launchpad pulls the limo into the car park, smashing the hood into the wall. "You have arrived at your destination."
Everyone stumbles out, having had the least pleasant ride of their lives so far, Rebecca close to vomiting, Louie groaning.
All the while, Scrooge gives a traumatized smile. "Be back at six, Launchpad. We have a, long hard day of work ahead of us."
"Gotcha, Mr. McD."
"Thanks for letting us tag along Uncle Scrooge, but I suddenly very much have to use the bathroom." Dewey says.
"Oh, and I will show you where to go to that place." Webby adds as she leads him down a staircase, holding his hand.
Scrooge, meanwhile, hooks his cane onto Louie's hood as he tries to sneak off. "Oh no ya don't!" He makes his way to the elevator, Rebecca following. After all, she needed to make sure Scrooge doesn't find out Webby and Dewey are snooping around about Della. They soon exit the elevator into Scrooge's office.
Louie looking around, until he sees the money pool. "The money! You want me to count the gold, maybe go out to spend some gold to make sure it hasn't expired?"
"Louie..." Rebecca scolds. In the time she's known Louie, lazy, greedy, an no sense for how money works describes him well.
"There's more to money than just money. Gold is a beautiful thing, but..." Scrooge unveils his Number One Dime, sitting on a pedestal. "even something a small as a dime can have meaning. Fer instance-" However, Louie is gone, trying to dive into the Money Bin.
"LOUIE!" Rebecca calls out as Scrooge stops Louie just in time.
"Are yew out of your head? Yew'll crack yer skull open!" Scrooge informs his youngest nephew.
"But you swim in money all the time!" Louie argues.
"Yes, but ae worked hard to perfect that skill, building muscles and dexterity. If yew want something, yew'll work hard to get it!" Scrooge explains
Suddenly, the message machine beeps. "Mr. McDuck, the Board is here to see you." His secretary answers.
"We didn't have a board meeting today. No matter. Come, lad! Lass!" He says as he and Rebecca head to the boardroom, Rebecca grabbing Louie's hood as he tries to dive in again. "Welcome to the fast-paced world of business!"
Cut to barely five minutes later in the boardroom, and Rebecca and Louie are bored out of their minds. Louie is starting to fall asleep as Rebecca is fidgeting with a pencil and doodling in a notepad to ease her anxiety and impatience.
"As you know, revenues are down in our international markets, including Dawson, Lillehammer, El Dorado, and Culebra. We feel that-" Bradford explains when, suddenly, the board room door is kicked open by Gyro, followed by Ian. This startles Louie out of his seat and causes Rebecca to squeak out in fright, panting and getting upset.
"Shut up, everyone! I've done something brilliant!" Gyro declares as Ian sighs. Barely a year with Gyro already made the otter half regret working here.
"Ah, Gyro!" Scrooge then leans to Louie. "Gyro Gearloose, my head of research and development. And yew've already met Ian." He explains.
"I'm sorry, but we-" Bradford starts.
"Apology accepted. Now try to keep up with my mind-numbing genius." Gyro declares.
"Gyro, what did we say about interacting with other people?" Scrooge reminds the scientist.
Gyro sighs. "The cards. Fine..." He gets out a stack of flash cards and starts to read off of them. "Hello, Mr McDuck... and others... Are you tired of all those single-use gadgets cluttering up your junk drawer? What a mess! There's got to be a better way."
Ian places down the box and opens it, revealing Lil Bulb.
"Meet Lil Bulb! A tiny, all-purpose robot that does it all!" Gyro introduces the creation, which waves.
"Wait, what does it do?" Bradford asks.
Gyro groans. "It. All. Lil Bulb is an artificially intelligent personal robot helper. He can make toast," which it does, "find your keys," to which it pulls Bentley's keys out from his pockets, "serve as a booklight for your late-night reading!" At this, Lil' Bulb lights up, the Board flinching from the brightness of the light. "You'll never have to do anything yourself again!"
At that, Louie gasps in delight as Rebecca rolls her eyes. Like Louie needed something to help him be more lazy.
"Um-hmm. And how will you ensure this one won't achieve sentience and turn evil like all the others?" Bradford inquires.
"Only HALF my inventions turn evil. The other half are just wildly misunderstood." Gyro asserts.
Ian goes wide eyed as he looks between everyone. "H-he's joking about that, right?"
"Unfortunately not, assistant. Roughly 99.99% of my creations either turn evil, malfunction, or are simply misunderstood." Gyro states.
Ian gives a slow head turn towards Scrooge, pretty much giving a face that says 'if I'm to keep working with him, I'll need a raise'.
During this, Lil' Bulb shakes a threatening fist and performs a throat-slitting gesture at Bradford.
"What's it doing?" Bradford asks.
"Waving. It likes you." Gyro suggests. The Board doesn't buy it.
"Request denied." Bradford declares.
Gyro sighs and reboxes Lil Bulb as he storms off in a huff.
"Keep at it Gyro! Ae know yew'll come up with something great." Scrooge assures.
"Lil Bulb is something great. I'll show you. I'll show you all!" Gyro threatens.
"And maybe wait until you're out the room to say that next time." He suggests.
"And with that I shall head to the manor to tend to more work you need done!" Ian leans in to Scrooge. "Sorry, but I don't feel safe around Gyro for the rest of the day." He adds.
Scrooge sighs. "Fine, but please try ta cope."
"No promises." Ian says as he books it downstairs, not even using the elevator. Scrooge then closes the door and takes a seat.
"A robot that does everything for you? How could you say no to that?" Louie asks, confused.
"Part of hard work is knowing how to work with others! My Board are the only people cheaper than I am. I trust them completely to make good financial decisions-" Scrooge explains.
"Indeed. Which is why we've called this meeting to discuss cutting your unnecessary spending here at the... Money Bin." Bradford says.
"Unnecessary!? I'm Scrooge McDuck! I don't spend one penny more than I need to!"
"It says here that you're spending $50 million on-" Bradford shows a folder, "magical defence."
"Do you have any idea how many vengeance curses Uncle Scrooge has on his head?!" Rebecca chimes in, offended they would be so cheap as to endanger her uncle's life.
"Lass settle down-" Scrooge tries to calm his niece.
"No Uncle Scrooge, they are going too far!"
Louie, uncomfortable, starts to get up. "Look, I'm just gonna go, and, uh... get a drink. Yeah." He leaves the room, Rebecca looking ready to commit triple homicide.
A short bit later, Rebecca has calmed down and is sketching something, being her murdering the Buzzard brothers, as the Board gets to one spending they can't make sense of. All the while, Louie re-enters, Pep in hand.
"But how do you justify spending $5000 on a velvet pillow for a dime?" Bradford questions.
"That dime deserves its own velvet pillow!" Scrooge and Rebecca state, before Scrooge finishes the explanation. "It's my Number One Dime - the first dime I ever earned!"
Louie's eyes widen in horror as he realizes what he did, still drinking his Pep.
"I was a young shoeshine in Glasgow when a man came in, his boots cemented in mud. I worked and worked until those boots sparkled. I return, he gave me an American dime. That dime inspired me to move to America and find my fortune. It means more to me than every bit of bullion in my Money Bin." Scrooge gives his backstory.
Then, everyone turns to Louie, who is stops drinking his Pep. "Uh, I... gotta go... bye." He says before running out.
Rebecca furrows her eyebrows, putting her pencil down. "I'm gonna go check on Louie. Be back whenever that is done." She says she she leaves the room and quickly rushes to intercept Louie.
"Gotta get the dime, gotta get the dime!" Louie says to himself in panic.
Suddenly, Rebecca drops down in front of him. "Sup?"
"Gaaahh!" Louie nearly has a heart attack as he falls backwards. "Oh, uh, hey sis. W-what's up?"
"Not much. You?"
"Oh, you know, working hard or hardly working, heheh."
Rebecca glares at him. "What did you do Louie? And if I sense you are lying I'll beat the truth out of you."
"Wha? What makes you think I did, anything..." He sighs when he sees she won't buy it. "Okay, I, well..." He gulps, then whispers the truth to her.
"YOU SPENT HIS NUM-MMGH!" Rebecca freaks out, finding Louie's hand clamped over her beak.
"Shhhh! Quiet! If Uncle Scrooge finds out I am dead!" He whispers as he lets her go.
"What is wrong with you?! Do you know how much that dime means to him?"
"I didn't know at the time! I'm sorry! Please help me get it back!"
Rebecca thinks about it, considers ratting him out to Scrooge.
"Please?"
"Ugh, fine, but this is the last time I'm helping you clean up your messes."
"Oh thank you!"
"So, where is it?"
"It's in the vending-" As they get to the vending machine, all the dimes are being emptied into a cart by a worker who goes into the elevator, their headphones blaring music.
"Uh-oh," Rebecca realizes her stopping Louie lost them time.
"No, no, no, no, no, no-" Louie panics as the elevator closes and ascends to floor 57. "57, oh boy."
"Betcha regret being lazy now huh? Welp, been needing a good cardio so..." Rebecca bolts to the stairs and starts to ascend with Louie.
Louie is exhausted from climbing the stairs, but is shown to have only reached the second floor. "Come on!"
"Try to keep up slowpoke!" Rebecca says as she parkours up the stairs, showing what ten years of training does for the body.
Finally, they reach the 57th floor, Louie looking like he is about to die, while Rebecca, who got to the top first, looks only a tad tired, yet also exhilarated.
"Wooo! That was a good workout!" She declares, popping a few tense muscles.
"Okay, never get in a race with you..." Louie pants. "Now come on!" He chases after the worker who exits another room and heads for the elevator, dancing to his music, Louie just missing him. "Darn it!
"Uh, Louie?" Rebecca beckons him over to the room, and points to the dime sitting on a pile of coins inside.
"OK, easy. Break in, grab the dime, sneak downstairs. Oh, maybe stop at the vending machine-" He says when Rebecca nudges him, "wha?" Then, coin vacuuming machines start to suck up some of the coin piles. "Well, I'm dead."
"It was nice knowing you bro." Rebecca pats him on the shoulder.
"Today, we're gonna teach you how to pick a lock. First, you need a small thin object, like a dime." A female voice from a lockpicking tutorial instructs on Louie's phone.
"If I had that, then I wouldn't need the video!" Louie says as it switches to an advertisement. "No no, don't switch to an ad!"
"If you knew how to pick a lock you wouldn't need a video."
"If you know how to pick a lock why don't you do it?"
"Because I don't have anything to pick it with. Of all days to leave my bobby pins at home."
"This week on Ottoman Empire we're working on an ottoman for Flintheart Glomgold. He wants an ottoman with storage by this afternoon!" Johnny says on the phone.
"They're never gonna get that ottoman done in time." Louie giggles, before Rebecca snaps her fingers in front of him. "Focus! Oh, there's got to be a better way!"
Then, Gyro walks by, still ranting about Lil Bulb being rejected. "Fools. They'll rue the day they overlooked us, Lil Bulb."
Rebecca and Louie share a look, as Lil Bulb lights up. Louie gets an idea.
"Welp, guess we can test it." Rebecca suggests.
"Wait, hold the elev-" The elevator leaves before Louie can stop it going to the lobby, to which he groans in frustration.
"Eh, it's easier going down." Rebecca shrugs and books it to the stairwell, and parkour drops down, as Louie follows.
Eventually, the brother and sister catch up to Gyro, Louie out of breath.
"Hey hey, Gyro Gearloose!" Louie tries to stop Gyro in the elevator.
"If this is about the Gearloose Magnetic Backpack, I specifically said they should not be used as schoolbags! Blathering Blatherskite - one teen gets stuck to a moving school bus." Gyro starts pushing the button.
"No no no no, Louie Duck! Scrooge's super rich nephew." Louie lies, to which Rebecca facepalms.
Gyro stops pushing the button and opens the elevator. "Keep talking, sir."
"Can't believe Scrooge and that tired old Board of his didn't see the potential in Lil Bulb here. I'd love to invest, buuuuuuut I'm gonna need to test this little guy out first. Do you mind if I borrow him for the afternoon?"
"Anything you say, rich nephew." Gyro then whispering to Lil Bulb. "Lil Bulb, you be good. Don't you rise up against your masters." He then returns focus to Louie. "Ha ha ha. Just a little... rub-out humour." He says as Louie takes Lil Bulb.
"That isn't reassuring Gyro." Rebecca says. Then, Gyro presses the button to the elevator.
"No wait, we need to go..." Louie gets out as the elevator closes. "up."
"Welp, exercise time again." Rebecca heads back up the stairs yet again.
Frustrated, he imitates Scrooge "Put in a hard day's work, I think I'm so much smarter than y-" as he bumps into said man.
"Louie! Where have yew been? Trying to get out of work again?" Scrooge asks.
"What? No! I just, um, er, filled my notepad with all that precious business wisdom, so I-I went to go find another!" Louie lies.
"Good lad! Feel free to take as many pads as you want - or are we not allowed to use those either, ya penny-pinching buzzards!" He accuses, slamming the door behind him as he re-enters the boardroom, before e reopens the door and pokes his head out, "No, but really, make sure use the front and back of every page. Write small." He advises, before closing the door again.
Back in the dime room, Lil Bulb successfully lock picks the door.
"And that's how you unlock a door! Good job Louie." He congratulates himself, to Lil Bulb and Rebecca's annoyance. "Finding one specific dime in this mess is gonna be a big job. Well, you'd better get to it!" Louie then chucks Lil Bulb into a coin pile. "It's, like a dime - eh, you'll find it."
"Louie!" Rebecca gasps in disbelief. She was right about it making Louie lazier.
"Relax, this is, like, his job! Now..." He gets out his phone, and continues watching Ottoman Empire, giggling to himself.
Rebecca sighs. "Don't worry little guy, I'LL help you find it." She starts digging through the dimes. However, unbeknownst to them, Lil Bulb has determined a quicker way of finding the dime, fueled by its frustration.
After some time, Rebecca pulls her head out of the dime piles, #1 Dime in hand. "Ah-hah! I found-" She then looks up, eyes going wide. "it?" She drops it, the dime rolling to a halt at Louie's feet. "Uh, Louie?"
Louie notices the dime, picks it up. "Hey, you found it! Great job, sis. You too, little... buddy..." He then notices Lil Bulb has turning the money vacuuming machines into a giant mech-like robot.
"So this is what it's like meeting a Gundam IRL. Slightly terrifying." Rebecca says as the machine stomps towards Louie, who flees screaming. "Well, this was a bad day to not bring my sword." She sighs and gets her grappling hook out and pursues.
Back in the boardroom...
"If you can find me three thousand gallons of silver polish for cheaper, I'd love to hear about it!" Scrooge argues.
"This is getting us nowhere. If you won't make your own cuts then we're forced to fire staff at the bin to save money. The obvious choice is the archivist."
"Fire Quackfaster? Never! For 50 years that woman's level-headedness has kept my archives secure and orderly."
"Fine, Quackfaster stays. But Gyro is absolutely unnecessary."
"Are yew insane? Gyro Gearloose is one of the most brilliant minds of our time!"
As Scrooge says that, Gyro is getting upset at the vending machine rejecting him. "You miserable piece of rust! I am man! You are machine! DO as I command or I will pull your plug!"
"AH! He's turned against me!" Louie cries out as he is chased out the elevator by Lil Bulb. "He's sucking up all the dimes! Help! Help!"
Gyro sighs to himself and crosses something off on a notepad. Then, a grappling hook hook shoots by, followed by...
"Hey Gyro if I die tell everyone it was saving the world from a Gundam!" Rebecca says as she flies past on her grappling hook.
Gyro blinks. "Oh I am so fired." He then runs after the three.
"Then, we'll have to terminate mister," Bradford reads the employee list, "Ian Boone. He is the least experienced after all
"What?! That lad has proven invaluable in his short time here than yew have fer the past thirty years! Not to mention he is one of the best workers we've got with a grand work ethic and concise organizational skills! He will save us money in the long run!"
At the manor, Ian has just finished with his first task and has finished organizing the garage to the agreed upon standards. "Perfect." Ian sighs in content, checking the time. "Ooh, just in time for lunch." He leaves the garage, closing the door. As he does, he has a feeling of something wrong. "Why do I suddenly feel like Gyro's inventions are causing problems?" He shrugs. "Eh, probably nothing." He then gets an alert on his phone that, in short, indicates the Bin is being damaged. He looks up, inhales, and screams in internal agony. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"
"If yer going to fire all the employees, why don't yew just go ahead and shut the whole bin down?" Scrooge asks.
"You do have a perfectly good office downtown. Do you really need... a Money Bin?" The Board smirks, to Scrooge's annoyance.
Louie runs into the library gasping, where Dewey and Webby have been caught by Quackfaster.
"Louie! Over here!" The duo call out, when suddenly Lil Bulb breaks down the door.
"Oh... never mind."
Rebecca swings in and grabs onto Lil Bulb, tries to find a way to destroy it.
"Rebecca?" The two ask.
"Hey guys!"
"Look! A distraction!" Louie points and escapes when Lil Bulb falls for it, before being pursued.
"Bye guys!" Rebecca says as Lil Bulb leaves, distracting Quackfaster long enough for Dewey and Webby to escape.
As chaos continues, Scrooge is none-the-wiser.
"Ye cannae get rid of the bin! Ye may think they're crackpots and weirdos, but they're the ones who push innovation and creativity, and spar this company ever forward!" Scrooge argues as, suddenly, Gyro and Lil Bulb break the wall.
"Just a little malfunction! Definitely not evil!" Gyro states as Rebecca is thrown off.
"Hey Uncle Scrooge!" She waves, then looks at the Board, unamused. "Losers." She then runs out of the boardroom.
"Gyro! Why!? I just fixed all this!" Ian can be heard yelling in frustration.
"Look, they're all mad as loons, and if you fire then they're definitely going to seek revenge." Scrooge says casually.
Nervously, the board unanimously agree to keeping the Bin and its employees.
In the coins of the bin, Louie is sifting through them all, trying to find the Dime after it rolled in as Rebecca and Gyro wrestle with Lil Bulb, and Ian is just screaming in frustration.
"Gyro! One day! One day without your inventions trying to kill everyone!" Ian shouts.
"Yeah! You're gonna give Mr Boone an aneurism." Rebecca says.
"Oh, I know what went wrong. This is a 75 watt bulb. Little bulb only built for 50, ha ha. He just went a little mad with power." Gyro replaces the bulb and immediately Lil Bulb disassembles itself, dropping its contents on Louie. Gyro then leans over the edge and looks at Louie. "So, you write me a check, or?"
At this, Ian's eye twitched, done, "Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me! The wrong wattage!" He freaks out.
"Mr. Boone, please calm down." Rebecca pleads, not wanting him to be fired for murdering Gyro.
"Do you know how long it'll take to fix all of this Gyro?! Or do you need to invent an evil clock to tell you?"
"I wasn't the last one with Lil Bulb, assistant!" Gyro defends.
"It is your creation! Gahhh!" Ian huffs before walking over to a couch and plopping face-down in it.
"...He'll be fine." Rebecca assures Gyro as she pats Ian on the head.
"Sis! Help!" Louie asks.
"Haven't I done enough for you already?!" Rebecca scoffs.
After a bit, Louie gets the dime and puts it back, just as Scrooge enters, who sees Louie panting. "Oh, there you are. Oh, don't be so dramatic, a little work never hurt anybody. But, I'm proud of you lad. Been a full day at the office, eh? I think you earned this." Scrooge says as he hands Louie the dime.
Louie is shocked. "You're giving me your number one dime?"
"That's not my lucky dime. I never let my dime out of my sight." He shows the real Number One Dime is on a necklace he wears. "That was just a decoy. I'm not an idiot. This place is full of lunatics. A dime sure means more when you have to work for it, eh lad?"
Rebecca holds back a laugh.
"Wait, you knew?!" Louie whispers.
"Duh. I just wanted you to learn your lesson." She smirks.
"That's devious! That's conniving! ...I'm impressed." Louie says with a calm grin.
"Hey, even an elder can learn from a younger." Rebecca pats his shoulder.
"Oh maybe I'll get my own velvet pillow for this baby, heh heh, oh hold up." He puts it in the vending machine to buy a can of Pep, then realizes his mistake. "NOOOOOO!"
Rebecca just laughs hysterically at the moment of stupidity as, after accepting it, they head down to the car park, passing Dewey and Webby. "Uh, one sec bro." Rebecca pulls Dewey and Webby aside, where they won't be heard. "So, what did you find?"
"We found a secret room dedicated to our mom. It had all sorts of stuff." Dewey says.
"Yes! I knew there was more to her than he let on!"
"We also found this." Webby shows Rebecca the picture of the note, the oldest quadruplet reading it.
"The Spear of Selene? What is that?"
"No idea, but we are gonna find out. AND, find out what happened to mom."
"Right! Now, let's go tell Huey and Louie and-"
"No!" Dewey says, stopping Rebecca. "We can't tell them. Not yet at least."
"What? Why not? They are our brothers."
"Did you not read the note? She took something from Uncle Scrooge right before she disappeared, something that is likely the reason she disappeared, something that makes him not want to talk about her. To try and hide her existence. Do you really wanna tell them yet?"
Rebecca sighs. "Fine."
"We just need a little more investigation, alright sis? Then we can tell them when we are sure."