It is a calm, beautiful day at a gold course in Moorshire, Scotland, as the Duckberg Billionaire's Club is holding its annual Golf tournament. This time, in the home of golf itself. This year would be Scrooge vs Glomgold, as always, and Scrooge was expected to win... as always.
"Get excited, kids. Golf is in our blood. Yer ancestor, Black Donald McDuck actually invented the sport. Of course he lost so badly that the ensuing temper tantrum caused King James to ban golfing across all of Scotland." Scrooge explains.
"And we're proud of that in some way?" Louie asks.
"I don't know man, go-karts, hitting things really hard with sticks, not being grounded for said hitting, sounds kind of awesome." Dewey says.
"It's a sport where you try not to score points to make it end sooner. Hard pass."
"Trust me, yew'll love it. The quiet strategy, the intense focus, the-" Scrooge is cut off byWebby blowing a sports horn, "semi-permanent hearing loss."
"Go Scrooge! Boo, Glomgold! Yay, custom t-shirts!" Webby cheers before blowing the horn again, to the ire of everyone.
"Ae'm glad yer excited, dear, but this sport requires a certain decorum."
"Yeah, Webby, ease off the vuvuzela a tad? Please?" Rebecca requests as she checks her ear, dressed in a very, very different outfit from her normal one. She wore a white short-sleeved blouse, orange bodice, orange and green tartan petticoat, a matching over-the-shoulder tartan plaid, socks patterned like Scrooge's, and a pair of ghillies.
"Hey sis, what are you all dressed up for? Going on a date after this?" Louie teases. "Why the serious getup?"
"If you must know, this is an aboyne dress, the traditional highland outfit for female dancers. So, it is the closest thing to a Scottish cheerleading outfit, in my opinion." She does, doing a twirl to show it off.
"Cheerleading?"
"Well I wanna look the part if I'm to cheer on Uncle Scrooge."
"And, Webby dressing as a simple fan?"
"To each their own." Rebecca shrugs.
"Well I think you look great sis." Dewey says supportively.
"Thank you, Dewey. At least you are supportive of me."
"But why do you even have that?" Louie asks.
"I dance competitively."
"Huh?"
"Lass is the winner of the girl's dancing portion of the annual Duckburg Highland Games." Scrooge says with a smile.
"Four years running." Rebecca does a pose from a dance, just to show off.
"She is amazing! You've gotta see her Scottish Sword Dance." Webby says.
Dewey and Louie look at each other, hearing that terrifying them to no end. Anything involving Rebecca and swords can not be good for their health.
"Everybody move!" Huey warns as Launchpad crashes his and Huey's announcer cart into a pond.
"This lake will be used for the swimming portion of the competition." Launchpad says as the cart sinks.
Rebecca sighs. "I'll get some rope..."
...
Launchpad pushes the cart out as Rebecca pulls, all while Huey dries off. Meanwhile, Scrooge is practicing his stroke.
"Alright Webbigail, care to- what are yew doing?" Scrooge asks as Webby makes a 'Go Scrooge' sign.
"Oh sorry, I've never been to a sport before. but don't worry, I'm going to be the best fan." She explains.
"Did yew want to give it a go?"
"I'm good. Golf club!" She cheers before soft clapping.
"Ah, how about you, lad? Up for a-" He offers Louie.
"No, gross, no, not even a little." Louie says as he walks away.
"Are you guys kidding me? A chance to learn the sport our family invented from the greatest player who ever lived, I assume because I don't follow golf? I want in." Dewey says as he swipes the club from Scrooge.
"Atta boy. Let's hone that... wildly misplaced enthusiasm, shall we?" Scrooge says as he places a ball and tee down. "We'll start with yer swing."
"Practice all yew want, McDuck. Yew won't be winning this year." Glomgold says, pushing over a bag of clubs.
"Yew say that every year, Flinty, and every year," Scrooge says.
"you go home crying." Rebecca finishing, rolling her eyes, has seen what Glomgold is like.
"My eyes dry out very easily! But this year, I'll prove that I am the best Scottish Billionaire golfer. I've hired the world's best player to be my caddie."
A tiger in more contemporary gold attire walks on screen, carrying a bag of clubs. "Okay, If you want to be a winner, just follow these three rules."
Glomgold gasps. "I'm already a winner! Nobody tells Flintheart Glomgold what to do! You're Fired!" The tiger drops the clubs and walks away. Glomgold tries to pick them up, to no avail, before looking at Louie, who is on his phone. "You there, green one. How would you like the honor of caddying under the great Flintheart Glomgold?"
"Eh." Louie responds, uninterested.
"A chance to bask in the collective glory of victory?"
"Blarg..."
"I'll tip by the hole."
That gets Louie's attention. "Meh, if I'm going to be bored, I might as well get paid for it." He walks over and picks up the clubs and taking the money.
"Hah! Yer one nephew's abandoning yew. Soon, there will be nobody left to support yew." Glomgold taunts as Webby's fireworks display, which cheers on Scrooge, startles everyone.
"Sorry! Timer went off early." Webby apologizes, before blowing the horn.
"Fealltachd!" Rebecca shouts at Louie as she confronts him, a murderous look in her eyes.
"Uh, what?" Dewey asks in confusion.
"Scots Gaelic. It pretty much means traitor. We learned it a lot given, y'know, we grew up around Scrooge. She is especially fluent in the language." Webby explains as Rebecca rants in Gaelic at Louie.
"-Sassenach!" Rebecca finishes, Scrooge pulling her back so she doesn't murder Louie.
"Calm down lass, ye know ye shouldn't be getting so worked up." Scrooge says, trying to calm her down.
"Grrr, this isn't over Louie! You hear me?! You will pay for this treason!" Rebecca declares, pointing at him accusingly.
"So eh, best we start before the lass here commits murder." Scrooge says as they head off to the first hole.
At the hole 1 starting point, they do the standard coin toss to decide who goes first. Glomgold, of course, switches the coin for a double-headed coin. When flipped, being Glomgold, he calls tails, to which he tries to throw the coin off a cliff. He fails, as expected, throwing a tantrum.
"How often does this happen?" Dewey asks.
"Every year I've been present. Glomgold is, really, really dumb." Rebecca says.
"I've noticed."
"Eh, Flinty, ae'll let yew go first if yew want." Scrooge compromises.
"Wha? Hah!" Glomgold cheers at his 'victory' before preparing to make his first swing. "That coin toss was only the beginning, Scrooge. The moment of reckoning is at hand." He gloats.
"Ugh, it'll take another ten minutes before he takes a shot. Come on lad, let's work on your drive." Scrooge laments as him, Dewey, Webby, and Rebecca go to practice, much to Glomgold's ire.
Scrooge watches as Dewey lines up his shot, hands on his shoulders, as Rebecca watches. "Focus. Filter out all disctractions..."
"GO SCROOGE!" Webby cheers as she pops out of a bush, to which Rebecca rubs her ears.
"And remember. Hips back, shoulders down, tail out, controlled swing-" Scrooge says, but Dewey is impatient.
"Uf!" Dewey swings as hard as he can, sending the ball quite a distance. "Was that okay?"
"Ah, yer a natural. A little unpolished, sure, but if we can focus that swing yew'll be almost as good as me one day."
"Really?"
"With a teacher like you, he could be even better." Webby comments.
"Really?!"
"Oh you know, nearly as good but not quite. After years of hard work and practice. No need getting his hopes up." Scrooge says as he takes his club, tone seeming, less supportive.
"Oh boy..." Rebecca notices her uncle's competitive, refusing to be outdone spirit is coming out, right as Scrooge steps up for his turn.
...
Scrooge takes his time, adjusting his posture and position. Then...
"...JUST HIT THE BALL!" Louie shouts impatiently, causing Scrooge to hit the ball into some trees, to which Glomgold gloats.
"LOUIE!" Rebecca grabs a free club and prepares to drive Louie's skull 100 yards, but is stopped by Webby, who pulls her along as they follow Scrooge.
"Ach, Ae cannae believe it. Ae haven't had a shot that bad in forty years." Scrooge says, before coming across some sort of, ritual circle, in the middle of which the ball sits. "Wot in the blazes..."
"Well, this is new." Rebecca blinks.
"AAHH!" Launchpad and Huey scream before they crash
"Ah yes, Scrooge went for the classic magic forest stones bonus. Risky, but it paid off." Launchpad says, to which Rebecca facepalms.
"Ooh it wasn't a shortcut. The great McDuck finally hit a right clunker." Glomgold floats as he and Louie enter.
"Ae did not. Ae was, simply getting a lay of the terrain. See the key to a good golf game..." Scrooge tries to excuse.
"Take the penalty and let's get back to the course."
"A Scotsman plays it where it lands." Scrooge says as he lines up to take the next shot. However, stepping into the circle, everything starts to glow blue. Then, the stones start to spark as a fog rolls in.
"Um, Mr. McDuck/Uncle Scrooge?" Webby and Rebecca call out, concerned.
Then, Scrooge hits the ball, activating the stones. They then find themselves, somewhere different. "Heavenly hollyhock."
"Mythical glowing stones," Webby starts.
"Mysterious teleportation circles," Rebecca adds.
Webby gasps. "Do you know what this means?" She asks excitedly.
"No more golf! Woo hoo!" Louie cheers as he drops the clubs.
"Louie..." Rebecca judges.
"Does anybody see any clues about where we are?" Huey asks.
"There are these two orbs." Webby points to two glowing orbs on the ground, that seem to be the same size as golf balls.
"Hm, interesting." Louie says as he tries to hide the blue orb.
"And it looks like they fit in that hole over there." Dewey points out.
"Oh, okay..." Louie says as he starts to get worried.
Glomgold tries to touch one of the balls with his club, but it shocks him. "AH! Can't toss the blasted things." He then tries to touch it again, but is shocked again. "Yah!"
Scrooge read the inscription on a stone, before finding a couple of wooden club. "Maybe we can use these clubs?" He suggests.
"Oh no! Oh no nononononono!" Louie says as he realizes, Scrooge hitting the blue orb into the hole. "Guys, it's golf. It's still golf! Okay, that's it! I'm going home!" Louie declares as he turns to leave, but finds the path back is blocked by the mist. "Where did home go?"
"Guess you'll have to stay after all, huh Lou?" Rebecca taunts, to Louie's annoyance.
Huey continues to announce, explaining the turn of events, when...
"For more, we go to two tiny horses." Launchpad says.
"What are you- AH!" Huey is startled by a pink and purple pony, each wearing a tam-o-shanter, who everyone is looking at.
"Greetings. We're Briar and Bramble, the keepers of this realm." The pink horse says.
Webby starts to freak out with glee. "Talking animals wearing clothes?"
"Oh no, did we die? Are we in Webby Heaven?" Dewey asks, seemingly distraught.
"Nah, not enough unicorns and pink to be Webby Heaven." Rebecca states.
"Bet you're wondering what this place is." The purple horse, Bramble, says.
"It's a mystical golf course, right?" Louie inquires.
"Did ancient Scottish druids build a secret course so they can keep playing golf even after Black Donald got it banned?" Huey asks, to which the horses seem annoyed.
"Uh yep that's all correct." Briar confirms.
"Here, hop on our backs. We'll give you a tour." Bramble offers.
"Ooooh," Webby runs up with a gleeful gasp to take the offer, but stops when she notices something, off, about the horses. "Wait, why are your manes wet?" She gasps as she realizes, backing away. "You're kelpies, aren't you? You tempt people on your backs and carry them off into the sea."
"Oh, nononono, we just got out of the shower, that's all." Bramble lies, to which no one buys it, giving dirty looks. "Fine, that is generally our plan."
"C'mon Bramble, if they're SO smart, they must know all about the treasure at the end of the course." Briar says with annoyance.
"Treasure?" Scrooge and Glomgold ask with excitement.
"First to complete this course, will win the priceless druid's cup." Briar says.
"Thus proving them to be the finest golfer in every plane of reality." Bramble adds.
"Ohhh." Glomgold says, enticed.
"Uh huh, okay well anyone else think we should ignore the murder ponies and go home?" Louie questions.
"You'll all be sent home safely as soon as you finish the course." Briar assures.
"That is, IF you finish the course." Bramble says, before getting elbowed by Briar. "Uh, um, did we mention the trophy has custom engraving? Ooooohh."
"Dewey, you've found your calling." Dewey says as he grabs Scrooge's club and prepares to hit the ball, but is stopped by Scrooge.
"Easy lad, You just can't flail that thing at random anymore. There's too much at stake. If we lose the ball, we don't go home. We have got to play it smart." Scrooge explains.
"You might want to get started. It can be awful hard to play once those mists roll in." Briar says as the mist slowly rolls in.
"C'mon, we're wasting time." Dewey says as he hurries to the next hole, Scrooge following.
"Caddie! My clubs!" Glomgold orders, then looks around. "Caddie?"
"A-ahem!" Louie holds out a hand, to which Glomgold hands him a dollar, Louie grabbing the clubs and following with everyone else.
"Hop on our backs. We'll take you to the next hole, and definitely not to a watery grave." Bramble says.
"Really? Aside from Launchpad maybe, we aren't falling for it given you confessed that you are kelpies." Rebecca says as she walks past. "McDucks aren't fools!"
"You are the least fun victims ever." Briar says.
...
At the next hole, Glomgold hits his ball, which is suddenly grabbed by a water tentacle coming from the waterfall
"What the!" Glomgold gasps in shock and confusion, before marching up to the tentacle.
Rebecca just breaks out laughing, grabbing her stomach as she falls to her back.
"Give it back, you overgrown puddle." Glomgold demands, before the tentacle grabs him after dropping the ball. "Ah! Caddie! Help!" Louie arrives, but demands a tip. "Ah, uhgh, here!" Glomgold tgives Louie a quarter.
"Ugh, it's like you don't even want to be rescued." Louie laments as he is given a dollar, then hands Glomgold a normal club, which when he tries to hit the ball with..
"AHH!" Glomgold cries out as the ball shocks him.
"Old golf tip: let Flinty spring that trap. The rest is just patience." Scrooge says to Dewey before lining up to take his shot. However, after hitting it, another water tentacle emerges from the waterfall and hits the ball back. "Patience." Scrooge reiterates as he hits again, only for it to happen again. "Patience..." And again. "Patience!" And again.
"Ah! If you just let me-" Dewey tries to ask.
"Not the time for a reckless club." Scrooge hits again, to the same result. "Agh! C'mon yew blasted tentacle!" He hits the ball again, the tentacle hitting it back once more, this time hitting Scrooge in the head, sending him to the ground as Webby, Rebecca, and Dewey check on him. "And besides, you cannae just sub in. It's against the rules of golf."
"It's okay. Druid golf allows for two subs." Briar says from the river, the four looking over the cliff edge.
"Water's great, by the way." Bramble adds, to which Scrooge gives the two a dirty look, the kelpies sinking back below the water.
With a sigh, Scrooge relents. "Oh, give it a go, but don't get too discouraged if you don't make it." He says as he hands Dewey the club, to which the duckling steps up.
Dewey swings, but the tentacle hits the ball back, to which Dewey just hits the mid-air ball, which severs both tentacles, dropping and soaking Glomgold, as the ball makes it to the edge of the hole.
"Woo-hoo!" Rebecca cheers.
"Go, Dewey!" Webby chimes in.
"Good shot lad, very proud of yew." Scrooge says through clenched teeth, miffed at someone being better than him.
"You don't sound proud." Webby points out.
"Oh no." Rebecca says to herself, realizing where Scrooge's attitude is going as Dewey is oblivious.
Several holes later, with much of Dewey showing himself the superior golfer in his unorthodox, brute-force way, they are on hole 17, over a series of rocks in the water, as the mists ominously close in. Scrooge, at wits end, is making a series of small, short puts as Webby cheers him on, while Dewey is annoyed at how slow they are going.
"And nice job." Webby says as Rebecca watches on warily.
Rebecca knew Scrooge had a complex, but had never seen it in action. Dewey's competence without experience no doubt upset Scrooge because, well, he's 'old-fashioned' to put it lightly. However, while she had tuned out the argument Dewey and Scrooge were having, Webby seems to chime in.
"Aw, give him a chance. If he hits it in the water, he can jump on the kelpies to get it. I'm a small girl duck. You can trust me."
"Wha-" Rebecca, scowling, looks to the water, where Briar is imitating Webby's voice.
"Oh uh..." Bramble says at being discovered.
"Oh will you buzz off you stupid kelpies! We aren't morons!" Rebecca snaps at the kelpies, who jump back under the water.
"C'mon, I can do this." Dewey reasons.
"Do what? Whack the ball blindly?" Scrooge questions.
"Into the hole, yes. Like I've been doing all day. Why don't you trust me to make this?"
"Yew donnae have the experience. It takes time, effort," Scrooge starts to ramble as an impatient Dewey snatches the club. "wait!"
Dewey hits the ball, sending it down and into the hole. "Ah haha, it's so easy."
Scrooge, however, is very, very unamused.
"I'm sorry, I just knew I could, so I-"
"Yew pull a club out of a Scotsman's hand, yew'd best be prepared to knock him out with it." Scrooge warns threateningly as Rebecca starts to get fed up with her great uncle's attitude.
"Hey, I made the shot." Dewey defends.
"Yew disobeyed me, and risked the entire game with yer showboating."
At that last word, Rebecca's lower jaw drops. Scrooge is the one who cares about being superior here, Dewey is just excited about all of this, which Dewey points out to Scrooge, upset.
"See here. Ae am an interdimensionally ranked golfer." Scrooge asserts rather arrogantly.
"Whatever. I'm over this dumb sport anyway. Finish the course so we can go home." Dewey says as he drops the club at Scrooges feet as he walks away, to which Scrooge looks at Webby, who is also upset at Scrooge.
"Now hold on. Ae dinnae mean to-" Scrooge starts to make an excuse, when he notices Rebecca scowling, almost growling at him.
"Well, you happy with yourself? Because now no one wants to support you." She hands him the fly plaid, emblazoned with the McDuck tartan that she'd worn since this all began, refusing to wear it anymore. "Certainly the great Scrooge McDuck can handle anything ALONE." She then leaves with Webby and Dewey.
"Lass Ae..." Scrooge sighs sadly, starting to realize the kids may be right that his ego is showing. And Rebecca's reaction certifies it.
The group soon arrives at the last hole, where they find stone statues of prior golfers.
"Looks like some sort of hall of fame. Well, yer old Uncle Scrooge will be joining it soon enough, eh..."
"Let's get this over with." Dewey says, Scrooge disheartened at causing it.
Scrooge lines up, preparing to swing.
"Scrooge lining up, and none too soon. Morale is not high." Huey says.
"That's an understatement." Rebecca remarks, still sour at Scrooge.
However, Webby notices something. "Uh, Mr. McDuck? Those mists are getting really close."
"Well that's ominous." Scrooge acknowledges before swinging...
"And he hooks it onto the wall." Huey says, the ball landing atop a ruined wall, to which everyone walks over.
"Nice work. How are you going to get up there?" Dewey remarks tauntingly.
At this, Glomgold starts to gloat. "It's happening. I'm one drive away from claiming the trophy and beating Scrooge McDuck! As soon as I take this swing, I, Flintheart Glomgold, will be the winner of the Billionaire's Club Classic. Sure, you may have won the previous twenty-seven, but I think we can all agree that this one counts more than the rest combined."
"Uh, Flinty?" Scrooge says as the mist slowly starts to engulf Glomgold.
"Stop it Scrooge, I'm savoring the moment. Caddie, savor it with me. Caddie? Ugh." Glomgold flips Louie a coin, which Louie doesn't even acknowledge as he looks down.
"Um..." Louie says, nervously.
Glomgold them looks down, and sees he is turning to stone.
"Oh, ae see. Curse yew McDuck! Curse yew and my love of moment savoring!" Glomgold says before he entirely turns to stone, to which Louie runs away towards the others, screaming.
"The mist turns people ta stone. Those statues used to be real golfers." Scrooge realizes.
Then, the kelpies show up through the mist. "Oh by the way, the mists of Moorshire they turn mortals to stone. Those statues are- You just said all that, didn't you?" Briar starts to explains, before realizing
"Yeah we figured it out." Rebecca quips as they all nod, terrified, the kids and Launchpad behind Scrooge.
"So you're doomed. Better to let us drown you instead. Let's go." Bramble comments.
"No!" Everyone yells.
"You people are no fun." Briar says as the kelpies step back into the mist.
"We have ta finish the course. Those hoofed hostiles said it would get us home." Scrooge explains as he tries to climb the wall.
"Everybody, we need to support Scrooge." Webby comments.
"Why? He hasn't supported me all day." Dewey remarks.
"No, we need to 'support' Scrooge."
"As in boost him up." Rebecca helps clarify.
"Not everything is a life lesson." Webby finishes as she pushes Dewey forward as the two boost Scrooge up, Rebecca helping as the others help out.
Soon, they are stacked, top-to-bottom, Scrooge, Dewey, Rebecca, Webby, Louie, Huey, and Launchpad. Scrooge struggles to balance and accident, Louie catching it.
"Louie, hand me the club." Scrooge asks.
Louie holds out a hand, asking for a tip, to which Rebecca and Webby scowl at him. "Nope, right, sure, not the time." He realizes as he passes the club up.
Scrooge looks at the hole, and realizes the shot would be very, very difficult. "Oh my..."
"Scrooge taking his time. I'm not sure why. There are lives at stake." Huey commentates.
"Wait, whose?" Launchpad asks as he realizes he is turning to stone. "Oh, right. Uh!" He is soon completely stone.
"This has been Huey Duck, signing off!" Huey says before he turns to stone as well.
"Man, I hate this sport." Louie says before he is turned as well.
"C'mon Scrooge, I know you can do it." Webby says before she turns.
"Darn it Louie, why'd you make him miss the first shot?!" Rebecca says annoyed before she turns.
"Webby! Guys! Sis! No! What are you waiting for? Take the stupid shot!" Dewey says as Scrooge grabs him.
"Not me." Scrooge remarks.
"What?"
"Ae cannae make the shot. Yew can." Scrooge hands Dewey the club and lifts him up. "Ae know you can do it." He finishes before turnin to stone.
"Okay okay, filter out all distractions. Hips back, shoulders down, tail tucked, AHH! Whack the ball! Whack the ball!" Dewey hits the ball wildly, to which it bounces around, and finally makes it into the hole. "Yes!" He says just as he turns to stone, and everyone is revived and returned to the original world.
"Yew did it, lad! Ae knew yew could." Scrooge says to Dewey.
Rebecca stands up and dusts off her skirt, before smacking Louie upside the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" He asks as he rubs his head.
"For wasting time being greedy ya dunce! And for causing all of this!" She says before walking off indignantly.
"Congratulations, champions." Briar says as she and Bramble bring out a large golden golf trophy.
"You are the first players to ever complete the druid's cup." Bramble admits.
"Go on. Yew earned it." Scrooge encourages Dewey, who picks up the trophy.
"'Scroge and Douise'?" Dewey reads on the name plaque.
"Sorry, it was a rush job." Briar apologizes.
"We really didn't expect you to make it." Bramble admits
"Now, who's up for a victory swim?"
"NO!" Everyone shouts at the kelpies, who run of and hop off a cliff into the ocean.
Then, Glomgold comes out from behind a rock, still half-stone, and confronts Louie. "Yew! Yew let me turn to stone! Yer the worst caddie ever. Yer fired!" He then falls over. "As soon as yew help me out."
Louie just smirks and holds out a hand, to which Glomgold tips him. Louie then grabs a club, and goes behind Glomgold.
"Augh!"
Rebecca records the whole Glomgold beatdown as Scrooge and Dewey discuss the next year's invitational, and Huey and Launchpad sign off.