Scrooge and the quadruplets enter the Museum, all dressed up. Scrooge and the boys wore black suits and bowties, the boys' ties being color-coded, while Rebecca wore a long purple dress with white gloves, and had her hair styled up nicely in curls. She was surprised that Uncle Scrooge had gotten such nice outfits for the guys, given the price of suits nowadays. Though, her dress was a bit less surprising, given Beakley no doubt twisted his arm, both metaphorically and possibly literally, into getting her a nice dress so she at least looks nice. Then again, he did spend a bit more on her already, so maybe there wasn't that much arm twisting.
"So, why are we at the gala for the Flintheart Glomgold wing of the natural history museum?"
"Ugh, yeah! And look at this tacky setup! Somebody is trying way too hard." Dewey says, before switching to a fancy tone to speak to a server. "I'll have a virgin peach julep in your fanciest glass, thank you!"
Rebecca facepalms at Dewey pestering the server, the smack half-echoing through the venue. The server just sighs as they walk away.
"All these trinkets are just from times Glomgold lost to you! A pebble from the lost city of El Dorado, a singed kilt from that fire pit in Krakatoa-" Louie says.
"And this, 'Glomasaurus-Rex' is clearly just a bunch of random parts stuck together, honestly, how could you know it wore a crown?" Huey questions.
"It's Glomgold, best not question him." Rebecca says.
"So, what are we doing here anyway?" Dewey questions.
"As upstanding citizens of note, it's our responsibility ta support Duckburg's cultural institutions." Scrooge says as they get to the buffet table. "And, these cocktail weenies are on Glomgold's dollar." He adds as he starts to put hor d'oeuvres in some plastic baggies he brought.
"Aren't you rich? Why do you need free food?" Louie asks.
"Ae didn't get rich by wasting money, Ae got rich by besting my enemies! Stock up kids!" Scrooge says as he starts eating and taking food from the buffet with the quadruplets.
"Ugh, these custom suits are the worst! I'm gettin' a rash!" Louie complains
"Nyuh, nope that's the plastic lining! Saves on dry cleaning, and yew lose less dip." Scrooge says as he pours some dip into Louie's inner pocket, then more in one of his own.
"Ew..." Rebecca says, given the plastic itself is probably covered in germs. Though, she does use the small purse she brought to store the baggies, primarily of desserts.
"It's not the cut of the suit, it's how you wear it! Take my playfully loose bow tie! Is he coming? Is he going? Did he party so hard it just flew open?" Dewey says as Louie and Rebecca roll eyes at him.
Then, as Scrooge is about to place a bag of food in his pocket, he drops it when he catches sight of a blonde-haired, green-eyed woman in a golden dress at the top of the stair, to which he gasps, to which the boys rush over to him.
"What is it? A cursed villain?!" Louie asks.
"A villainous curse?" Dewey asks.
"A...! Umm..." Huey sighs. "Man, I hate going third!"
"Worse... it's my... ex!" Scrooge says.
"Your ex?! As in, ex-girlfriend?!" Huey asks.
"Ex-partner, ex-rival, ex-everything."
"Oh, Goldie O'Gilt." Rebecca says as she shows up.
"Wait, you know her too?" Huey asks.
"Of course. Her and Scrooge go way back. I studied him with Webby, after all." She shrugs.
Goldie then spots Scrooge and descends the stairs.
"Watch yer wallets, boys." Scrooge warns.
"Please, Scrooge! I wouldn't steal from children. Unless they had something I really wanted, or I was bored, or-" Goldie dismisses.
"Goldie O'Gilt, the Ice Queen of Dawson. Ae thought ae heard the clatter of cloven hooves!" Scrooge remarks.
"Scroogie Mcmoneybags, the Tightwad of Duckburg! That clatter was probably your brittle bones settling, you gilded geezer!" Goldie returns
"I feel both disturbed and intrigued." Dewey says as Goldie notices Rebecca.
"Hey, if it isn't Scroogie's little niece." Goldie says with a grin.
"Hey Goldie, still stealing for a living?" Rebecca asks.
"Only as needed."
"Please, I can tell you are just as much the aurophile you were when you broke in that one time the other month. I still have the rope marks you know."
"Wait the what?" Scrooge asks.
"Nothing!" Rebecca says, remembering she promised Goldie she wouldn't tell.
Then, Glomgold pushes Scrooge and Goldie apart, standing between them. "Ooh, hello Scrooge! This is my date Goldie." He says after putting a hand around Goldie. "What's that? Yer ex yew say?" He mockingly gasps as Goldie removes his hand from her. "How awkward this must be fer yew." He then evilly laughs.
At seeing and hearing the two are together, Rebecca holds a hand to her beak and heaves. The thought of Goldie and Glomgold together made her genuinely sick.
"Yew okay sis?" Louie asks after noticing.
"I think I almost threw up a bit." She admits.
"I'm not your date." Goldie states deadpan.
"Does it make yer blood boil with jealousy, Scrooge? Yer just a sad third wheel!" Glomgold mocks then gasps. "Dead wood, ah-" Glomgold is cut off as a string quartet starts playing, to which Goldie offers her hand to Scrooge.
Scrooge passes his cane to Glomgold and takes her hand, walking to the dance floor together as Glomgold watches.
"Wha? Gah! Touché, Goldie. Let the love games begin." Glomgold says.
"Dream on Glubby." Rebecca remarks
"It's Glomgold!"
"I know." Rebecca rolls her eyes as she watches Scrooge and Goldie.
The couple take their positions for a tango, Scrooge looking nervous. The two talk to catch up, while Goldie remarks on Scrooge's dancing skills. Eventually, Goldie starts to lead, Goldie swiping someone's wallet before Scrooge puts it back. The boys half-tease while Rebecca glares at them, having respect for love. Meanwhile, Glomgold, not wanting to be outdone and wanting to make Goldie jealous, forces Dewey to 'dance' with him, spinning the blue sibling but making him sick.
All the while, Scrooge and Goldie pay no mind and continue dancing, eventually talking about the uprising in Demigorgona. As they finish that section of their conversation, Dewey moonwalks in, dancing. Glomgold does not take kindly to being one-upped, but Dewey pays him no mind. In the end, Goldie leans in for a kiss, which makes Louie gag.
However, Glomgold interrupts and pushes the two apart. "Ladies and gentlemen, hated rivals, ae am proud to unveil, a brand new exhibit. Dug up by me very own oil crew in the Yukon. Behold! The feared, the terrible, glacier monster of the Klondike!" He declares as the sheet is lifted to reveal a mammoth skeleton wearing a Tom O'Shanter.
At seeing it, Scrooge gasps. "Ae know that beast!..."
Goldie looks at Scrooge as she takes out a controller and hits a button, turning the lights off. When they come back on, the mammoth skull is gone, leaving Glomgold confused, as Scrooge realizes.
"Goldie..." He growls.
"Oh, she's off to the manor, isn't she?" Rebecca asks.
"That she is lass! C'mon kids we gotta hurry!" He says as they run out to the limo.
Meanwhile, at the manor...
Ian walks down the hall of the manor towards the kitchen. Scrooge had him come over to fix something that stopped working for 'undisclosed' reasons. Ian assumes, rather correctly, the kids had something to do with that. He had just finished the task and was going to get some water, when he hears a commotion, like a fight.
"What the?" He stops in his tracks and turns. "Webby? Mrs B? You guys okay?" Ian calls out with no response. He walks back towards the source of the commotion, curious and concerned. When he gets to the door of the room, he presses his ear to it and listens. He can hear shuffling. "Hello?" He opens the door, and is shocked by what he sees. On the floor, tied up, are Webby and Mrs Beakley struggling. "What the- Webby! Mrs B! What happened?!"
"Mr Boone! Behind you!" Webby warns.
"Wha-hey!" Ian finds himself forced to his knees and held in a headlock, instinctively bringing his hands up to the arm holding him.
"Easy kid, just stay quiet and do as I say and this will be a lot better for all of us." Goldie says, holding firm.
"Okay! Okay! Just please, don't hurt us." He begs, eyes wide.
"Wasn't planning on it." She says as Ian finds himself starting to get tied up.
He looks worried at Webby and Beakley, the two having given up struggling, Beakley very, very upset. If this person had overpowered them and they couldn't escape, then he stood zero chance. Thus, he complied fully. "May I at least ask who you are?"
"Figures Moneybags wouldn't inform newcomers. It's Goldie O'Gilt, kid, and don't you forget it." Goldie says smugly.
"Moneybags? You mean, Mr McDuck?"
"Yep."
"So, you know him?"
"For well over a century."
"Over a- how old are you? How old is he?! And how did a centenarian overpower a former secret agent and her trained granddaughter?!"
"Not important, a year older than me, and years of experience. And before you ask, yes, we were a thing at one point."
"What?! You mean you were his girlfriend?!"
"And partner, rival, everything, as he'd say. But, that is all you need to know other than, yes, I am robbing the place, albeit of just one thing in particular... And whatever else I can find."
Ian pauses as the knots are tightened. "What are you going to do to us?" He asks worried.
"Eh, stuff you in a wardrobe until Scrooge gets here."
"You, aren't going to hurt us or anything?"
"No need. Plus, not my style to hide my face, or kill. Especially with Scroogie and his family. Now..." She drags the three over to a wardrobe and stuffs them in, Ian stuffed behind Beakley and Webby, a tad squished as the door is shut.
There is an awkward silence as they hear Goldie going through some stuff.
Then, Ian speaks up. "Now what?"
...
A tad later, Scrooge and the quadruplets arrive, Scrooge marching up to the room, finding Goldie has ransacked everything, wearing one of his top hats.
"Hey, Moneybags, where's the other half of the map?"
"Where are Beakley, Webbigail, and Ian?"
Goldie gets up and opens the wardrobe to reveal the three tied up, Beakley clearly peeved, Webby worried, and Ian just confused still.
"How did you let that thief back into-" The absolutely furious Beakley is cut off by Goldie slamming the door closed.
"Yew reprehensible recreant!" Scrooge says in anger.
"Please, stop flirting in front of the children." Goldie says as the kids are peeking through the door, the boys teasing until Rebecca smacks them over the head and tells them to 'grow up' as she yanks them out of the way of Scrooge throwing a chair at them.
After Scrooge and Goldie leave after coming toagreement, Rebecca brings her brothers in to help her free the three 'hostages'.
"Jeez, where did that woman learn to fight? She actually got the drop on both Mrs. B and Webby of all people!" Ian exclaims as he, Webby, and Beakley are untied.
"No clue, but best check for your wallet, Mr Boone." Rebecca suggests once she frees him.
"Why? I didn't feel- oh did she actually take it?!"
"It is a habit for her."
"Why?!" Ian groans as Rebecca pats him on the back.
"Would it make you feel better to say you aren't the first?"
"No, not really." Ian says, upset due to being protective of his possessions, and having lost a very important one.
"...Would a piece of cake make you feel better?"
"...What kind of cake?"
"Red velvet. Nicked it from the gala."
"...Sure." He goes with Rebecca downstairs, Beakley still fuming from Goldie breaking in. The former secret agent looks like she wants to absolutely murder Goldie with her bare hands. And given the housekeeper's size, probably could.
At this, Webby takes the guys put of the room before they have to witness Beakley's rage.
...
Some time later, Scrooge returns, alone, empty-handed. And the boys, well, taunt their uncle relentlessly.
"Oh grow up!" Scrooge says, fed-up, but the boys just keep laughing and taunting.
"Will you three knock it off?!" Rebecca growls at her brothers being immature, chasing them off with a battleaxe. The boys obviously scream in genuine fear, realizing they pushed it a bit too far.
Ian then walks in, past the quadruo, and sees his employer. "I take it by the lack of trucks carrying liquid gold you got it all stolen from you?"
"Ae, Goldie duped both Glomgold and meself. Got away with every last drop." Scrooge states.
"Eh, love hurts. And that is why I am single." Ian says proudly. "I mean, anyone I fall in love with... well, I'd know if they are perfect. But that's never gonna happen." He starts to walk off, a sense of foreshadowing now in the air.
"Oh! Lad?" Scrooge calls out.
"Hmm?" Ian turns to is boss, and is handed his wallet. "Oh thank you sir!" Ian checks it, everything still there.
"Donnae mention it lad, yew'd do the same fer me." Scrooge waves off.
"Darn right I would." Ian smiles. "Well, see ya." He goes off and back to work, as Scrooge goes upstairs.