Hey! Roxy Goth here, first of all…YAY! We made 100 reviews! Thank you to everyone who has favourited, followed and reviewed this story so far.

So I just want to clarify some things, because I got a PM with a few questions in it. So…I am not following the timeline of series 3. There will be elements of series 3 but it probably won't follow the show exactly. Part of it is that when I started writing this thing Season 3 not only hadn't premiered but details about it hadn't really been released. There were theories about it, but not much actual released 'this is what's happening' stuff. So I 'went to town' on it.

Also I'm taking some elements of other disney shows. Goofy and Max are based of the 'A Goofy Movie' version. When I decided that I didn't realise the creators were basing him of the Goof Trap version.

So yes. Basically in this fanfiction the 1st two series happened, the third one didn't. [I may take elements from it however]

Also I didn't realise until this person PMed me that the boys are still 11? On their profiles it says they're 10-12. I assumed that meant they were 12 as of 2019? Looks like I might have got that wrong. But for the purposes of this fanfic they're 12. I've changed some of the wording from previous chapters to reflect this.

If anyone had any questions feel free to PM me.

Sweet Selene, what a START to the year! If you'd had asked me last year what the start of THIS year would be like…well, to be honest I'd have probably said 'Just the same as last year' seeing as I was stuck on the moon and all. The point is I never expected to start 2020 by being kidnapped by Scrooges Committee of Total Prats.

I suppose I better explain what's going on. I should point out I've read Donny's entry from a couple of days ago and now I've finished crying and me and him have had a quick…talk about it. [Me: You really think I'm an idiot? Him: Yes! The biggest idiot I know! And if you EVER pull a stunt like that again I'm going to kill you! Now, give me a hug. Is basically how it went.]

So…I'm not exactly sure how to write this but I'm gonna give it a go. It's gonna be like when I wrote about the Ice Caves because what I need to do is write about 5 separate point of views about one event. So this'll be interesting to say the least.

So the last time I wrote in this thing I was going to unmask Scrooge's board of directors. My original plan WAS to drive to the money bin, rifle through their records of accounts and find evidence that way. I knew that they'd have paper copies because Scrooge is paranoid and doesn't trust/understand computers so it was just a matter of breaking in and finding my proof. Immediately there were a few problems. Number one – I realised it would really suspicious if I suddenly went 'Just driving to the money bin – don't mind me! I'll just take this plastic folder as well – see you later fam!" [The plastic folder was for the documents] Number Two – and more importantly – I needed the Board of Directors to NOT be there. So I chose New Years Eve because everyone who was sensible would be at home, celebrating. It did means I'd have to give up celebrating my first New Years with my fam, but I decided it was worth it.

So as Donald said I went downstairs bundled up in a dressing gown and did my 'I'm ill I need to stay home' routine and after convincing Huey and Donald that no one needed to stay with me they left and I instantly got to work.

I realised it would be pointless to take the car because – it's down the road. So I went, plastic folder under my arm, satchel round my shoulders, running through the pouring rain to the money bank because I still had the idea that this wouldn't take me very long and I might be able to make midnight.

Well, that never happened because when I got there I typed the code in to disable the alarm, nipped into the money bin took my torch out and shone it round the place. You know places really do look weirder in the dark. I've been in that money bin basically about a thousand times now but did I recognise it when the lights were of? No.

Anyway, long story short I found the room, picked the lock [A neat trick that Abner showed me and Donald when we were about 7. Hhmm. Now I'm writing that I'm beginning to see why mum wasn't keen on us spending much time with him…] Anyway, then I went in and started rooting through stuff. I decided to start with the most recent records and work backwards so I did that and about six months back [in the files] I realised I'd be here forever unless I could narrow it down because the only thing I was proving was that the Committee of Total Prats had been paying Feathry, Gyro, Fenton + Quackfaster the same amount [which was very low] for the last year and a bit. Weirdly though I couldn't find a record of Launchpad's pay anywhere, so I filed that away [mentally] for another time.

Then I had a lightbulb moment and looked at the Bored's paychecks. Jackpot! They're paying themselves nearly TRIPLE the amount the rest of Scrooges employees are getting! Which is weird because last time I checked they were brought in to CUT money not re-donate it to themselves. The next thing was to work out where this money was coming from. I had an idea but I needed Scrooge's help so I rang him and waited. After a few rings he picked up, sounding concerned. [Which makes sense cos he still thought I was ill]

"Della, lass? A'e you a'ight?"

"I'm fine, Uncle Scrooge." I said, and I thought I was doing a good job of sounding 'cool' but apparently, he told me later, I sounded really high-pitched and slightly 'screwball' was the exact word he used. "Can I just ask you a quick questions?"

"Ah sure, lass. Ask away." [By this point he was already looking round for Launchpad as Donald had already left the party]

"When did you first employ Gyro?"

"Gyro!? Ah…he came to me joost out of college. Graduated top o' his class with honours. Why?"

I rolled my eyes and was just about to ask him what year that was when someone whacked me over the back of my head with something and all went black.