The Lunar Eclipse is closing in, covering ¾ of the moon as Magica continues to fail in stealing the emotionally broken Scrooge's Number One Dime. Daisy stands by the table presenting it like an award winning project.

Daisy: Dinner's ready!

Daisy steps aside as Webby is pushing Donald and the boys towards the dining table which is filled with incredibly weird food that is supposed to remind them of Duckburg.

Webby: Come on guys, you're gonna be late to the greatest dinner of all time. She gets on a seat and puts a miniature biscuit version of herself with the miniature versions of the rest of the family. Culinary journey through Duckburg, every bite reminding you how much you love this town you're leaving behind for some dumb reason.

Launchpad comes in carrying a tray of green drinks with Popsicle sticks in them.

Launchpad: Mmm. The family tea, an old family recipe, tastes like the loving embrace of family.

He drinks his glass and exhales in complete in enjoyment. Daisy can't help but be weirded put by the food she's seeing and bends down to Webby level whispering in her ear.

Daisy: Uh…Webby…is this really supposed to be their farewell dinner? Right now I'm starting to think I should've done the cooking. Webby just responds with her usual go-getter smile.

Webby: Don't be silly, Daisy! Farewell dinners are supposed to be special. And if you're gonna remind the guests how much they love the town they're leaving then you've gotta make the food reminiscent of that town.

Daisy: Daisy is not feeling that reassured as she looks on. I'd say this is more weird than special.

Huey: Huey examines one of the sticks from the glass of juice. Are these melted popsicles in cups?

Launchpad: The stir has a riddle on it. Yeah you won't get fancy stuff like this in Cape Suzette.

Beakely: That's probably for the best. They turn in shock to see Beakely coming down with weird looking salad. I heard there was a farewell party. I brought ambrosia salad.

Webby gulps down her drink as she, Daisy and Launchpad realize that they're gonna be busted soon or later.

They manage to get some time alone at the captain's control deck, Daisy and Webby pace in front of Launchpad.

Daisy: This is not good, this not good at all!

Webby: Granny's a master spy, she'll expose our plan! How'd she know about the party?

Launchpad: I don't know. I specifically wrote on her invitation "don't come!"

Daisy: The girl's facepalm at Launchpad for his idiocy before Daisy gives the frustrated look. Launchpad when we're not inviting some we don't send that person an invitation!

Webby: And where is Scrooge!? He was supposed to be here half an hour ago!

Daisy: This is really strange! I told Scrooge about the free food! Even in his miserable state Uncle Scrooge is never one to turn down free food! What could've happened to him!?

Webby: Webby takes a couple of breath, calms down and puts her hands on her hips. Okay, okay. Just…need to stall until he arrives. He's…probably just trying to rehearse what he'll say when he gets here!

They're back in the dining room where Webby holds up her drink.

Webby: A toast! The dictionary defines family as a group of people bound together by commitment and unwavering loyalty. So let's each say one nice thing about a PARTICULAR relative of ours. It's obvious where she's going with this. She clears her throat and looks to the duck boys. Boys!

Dewey: Dewey groans but reluctantly relents. Ugh…fine. I'll go with Uncle Donald. His uncle is surprised that he's be chosen. …Because…he's devoted to his family, unlike OTHERS.

Donald is quite touched by his middle nephew's words and for the first time in three days Huey smiles at his uncle, forgetting about Della for a little.

Huey: Yeah, and he's thoughtful.

Louie: Don't forget passionate and the fact that he's looked after and raised us ever since we were born.

Dewey: Exactly, so in other words he's more than just our uncle. He's like a father to us. He may have lied to us for 10 years but…he's still the only parent we know.

Donald: Aww…

He's incredibly touched to know what the boys truly think of him and that they really do appreciate everything he's done for them despite finding out that he lied to them for years about their mother and the fact that he's lost their trust.

Launchpad: I like his sailor get up.

Daisy: And he's sweet, fatherly and handsome to top it all off.

Donald takes off his hat with teary eyes. While Webby loves Donald and looks up to him as her idol and uncle the party isn't completely just about him and gets frustrated they aren't saying anything about Scrooge at all. Good news is that they've made a smalls step in reconciling with Donald.

Webby: Okay, we all love Uncle Donald. But…how about a relative that's not in this room, who's over 80 and is very, very rich.

Okay, that was way too obvious and now Dewey is suspicious as he glares at them with lowered eyebrows.

Dewey: Why are you guys acting so weird?

Now Daisy, Webby and Launchpad have panicked expressions, their teeth are clenches in fear.

Launchpad: Uh…we're not. Emergency Bounce House!

He gets out and object, pulls the string and it inflates into a large bounce house the wrecks part of the boat.

Beakely who is squished onto the wall figures it all out and is looking vexed and puts two and two together. The reminiscent feast, their suspicious behaviour and Webby giving everything away with her social awkwardness confirmed what the three of them were truly up to.

Beakely: Daisy, Webby, Launchpad. A word.

She forces them into another room, slams the door shut and interrogates them roughly.

Beakely: This is a parent trap, isn't it? You're trying to manufacture sentiment to force Donald, Scrooge and the boys to come together against their wills. Daisy, Webby and Launchpad grit their teeth in horror and get ready for the lecture of a life time but that wasn't the case. Beakely then turns her attention to Daisy. And you Daisy, you're actually a helping them with this!? The Queen's lady-in-waiting is a part of this childish and shameful scheme.

Daisy: Um…yes…

Beakely: What Beakely says next really surprises them. I want in.

This threw them out for a real loop. Usually Beakely is hard-headed, mature, disciplined, no-nonsense and is not one to take part of immature and weird schemes such as this but in this case she actually wants to help out.

Daisy, Webby & Launchpad: Really?

Beakely: If this family won't come together then we'll have to do it for them. I assume you invited Scrooge.

Webby: Yeah, but he's running late.

Beakely: Okay. I'll get the boys and Donald emotionally primed while we wait. She proudly smiles. I'm a former agent and a grandmother. I know how to weaponize guilt!

Daisy: Excellent! Daisy walks up with her fists pumped up in hope. With you helping us Bentina we may have a shot at repairing the family. She holds out her hand for a handshake. I'm an aunt to three nieces. We'll work as a team. You get them warmed up, I'll enforce the guilt, you weaponize and then the two of us will go in for the kill!

Beakely: Agreed! And with that plan said they shake hands.

Magica has finished making another cup of tea and she pours in the last of her potion inside it. She places a cap on the cup so it doesn't spill this time then walks over to Scrooge wearing his robe and top hat, sat down on the couch in his secret room. He tries his best to hide his miserable face as Magica holds out the cup.

Magica: (Lena's voice) Here, tea, this time in a convenient no spill cup.

Scrooge: Scrooge looks up to take the tea. Finally…without those kids dragging me off on rip, rolling, unforgettable adventures I can just sit here in piece…staring vacantly at my money and sulk living errant recluse.

Magica is starting to actually take a tiny bit of pity at this sight and at the same time becomes edgy when she sees the Lunar eclipse is minutes away from covering the moon.

Magica: On an unrelated note, how's that tea? Scrooge drops the cup despite the cap being placed on the last of Magica's potion spills out.

Scrooge: Spilt…like my life…

Magica has Lena's beak wide open in outrage and walks to talk to herself. Seeing her arch-nemesis like this finally takes the witch out of her delusion of this all being an act.

Magica: Oh my word, it's not a trap. He's actually become this pathetic. She looks at Scrooge and points in childish anger. How dare you make me pity you!? This is not how I pictured killing you in my head for the last 15 years!

Scrooge is so broken he doesn't even notice or care about Magica's voice coming out Lena, instead he just waves her off.

Scrooge: Go on, scram now. Let me wallow in peace.

Magica changes tactics and does so by coming up and slapping Scrooge right across his face.

Magica: (Lena's voice) Toughen up, man! You conquered plain awful! You found the last crown of the Mongols! You even defeated some VERY POWERFUL DARK FORCES! You don't need family; you're Scrooge McDuck! Act like it!

Scrooge just rubs his face and looks down in realization over the mess he's letting himself become while also letting his ego take over once more.

Scrooge: I…am Scrooge McDuck! I was adventuring before them, no one helped me then and I don't need help now!

Magica: Yes! They were all in your way! Mooching, freeloading, trying to weaken you with compassion and caring.

Scrooge gets up walking towards the fireplace which is a lit in flame.

Scrooge: I'm going back to basics: doggedly driven, bier, Baume Scrooge flying solo! He puts on smile of evil and hunger. I don't need Duckburg or the mansion or the BIN! I can start from scratch! I dunne need these Penn State spectacles…! He throws his spectacles in the fire. This handmade silk-weaved top hat! Next he throws in his top hat which burns in flames with the spectacles. These spatterdashes!

He takes off his spats and throws them in before tossing away his robes. They all burn which feels Scrooge with even more confidence as he proudly looks on with Magica who's smiling sadistically to see her manipulation working.

Scrooge: Yes! Yes! YES! I don't need anything!

Magica: Not even your Number One Dime!

Scrooge: Well, that's crazy; of course I need my dime.

He takes out his most prized possession from under his vest and still wrapped around his vest which he refuses to part with. Magica had not expected Scrooge to resist that but she presses on.

Magica: What about…starting from scratch!? Just give me the dime and I'll throw it away for you!

Now Scrooge is more suspicious than ever now, considering the deadly secret to his dime. He may have be emotionally broken and quite full of himself but he hasn't lost his wits. He turns around staring at the possessed teen duck in suspicion.

Scrooge: Why would a young lass be so interested in getting her hands on my old Number One Dime!

Magica looks to see the eclipse seconds away from covering the moon. Seeing that subtlety or manipulations aren't working she prepares to take drastic measures as Scrooge puts his dime back in his vest.

Scrooge: Maybe you should be going-

It was at that moment Magica tackles Scrooge on the ground much to his shock and confusion as he wrestles to get her off. Magica growls in Lena's voice as she fights to take the dime.

Scrooge: Lena, what the-!? Have you gone daft!?

He kicks her off and Magica lands on her feet before scrambling up to rush at Scrooge. The elderly duck grabs Lena's head to stop Magica in her tracks as she tries to launch multiple punches but to no avail since she couldn't reach.

Scrooge: Look, I'm not gonna fight a child! Magica grabs his arm and bites it. AAH!

Scrooge throws her off before rubbing his arm. Magica gets back up in a fighting stance while Scrooge has had enough.

Scrooge: Okay, fine!

He executes a spin kick that Magica counters by leaping up, slapping Scrooge and delivering a kick to his stomach. The Richest Duck in the World drops to his chest, his dime coming out and Magica swipes it away before stepping on him to keep her enemy immobilised.

She took the dime with seconds to spare as the eclipse now fully covers the room, glowing in the distance.

The real Lena feels pain envelope her body as she feels the dark entity that's her aunt emerge from her body. The moment she comes out she unleashes a maniacal laughter as she fully reveals her shadow-self via the wall. Scrooge tenses up from seeing and hearing the familiar figure and laughter, not having seen or heard in over 15 years.

Scrooge: It cannae be…!

Lena collapses in exhaustion on her chest. The dime flies out of her hands and Scrooge gets on his knees to watch in horror as the die floats in front of the entity. It turns, finally revealing the other side of Scrooge's dime: it's the face of some sort of woman. Magica is absorbed into the dime which flares with purple energy as it drops down. Purple smoke bursts out of the dime in a flash of purple light, causing Scrooge to shield his eyes. The smoke rises and coming out of it a tall figure in a crazed laughter.

Scrooge looks up at her. She is a tall green-feathered slender duck with gold eyes, short black hair that ended just about her shoulders with a pink streak in it, she wears a long black dress that covered her webbed feet, a purple gem clasp at the top near her neck that connected to a back cape pink on the inside and black fingerless opera gloves. It was one of the most powerful mages of all world, a sorceress whom Scrooge fought he sealed away forever. It was the Shadow Queen…Magica De Spell.

Magica in her true form floats down in front of the window absorbing the power of the glowing lunar eclipse.

Magica: Feed my power dark eclipse, free my form from the abyss, dormant magic now unchained, THE SHADOW QUEEN BE WHOLE AGAIN!

Magica jolts her eyes open feeling alive and powerful again as she lands on the floor. She laughs triumphantly as she takes a good look at herself.

Magica: YES! The magic! The body! I'm back!

Lena has just woken up and her amulet flies into the hand of its former master. Magic transforms the amulet into a long black staff carrying a purple orb that was once an amulet. She walks up to Scrooge and moves her staff to his chin, giving him a longing look as he could just stand there and do nothing.

Magica: Hello, Scroogie. I've missed you.

To be continued...