Hi! RoxyGoth here. Thank you to Average Everyday Sane Psycho and KaliAnn for reviewing the last chapter, and let's crack on. It's only a short update today, I'm still working out exactly what happens next.
I have also been working on another fic called 'Let's Get Villiainous' which is an AU of 'Let's Get Dangerous.' And some Looney Tunes fanfictions, but I've not forgotten about this fic.
See chapter one for the disclaimer and let's crack on.
So Webby ran at the speed of light to Beakley's room, woke her up [Selene knows how she did that without being punched in the face] and dragged her to Scrooges treasure room, gabbling an explanation at her as she did so.
Beakley was instantly awake and alert and bustled into the room with an authoritive. "WHAT is going on?"
Well. By that point Millie was hovering in the air, a weird glow having surrounded her. Below her the boys were staring up at her in horror, Huey nearly hypervilianting because IT WAS SO ILLOGICAL!
"Help her!" Alvin begged, seeing Beakley.
Now. Beakley, it is safe to say, is a very unflappable women. But even she - confronted with a glowing, floating nearly-teenager had to take a moment to gather herself. "What on earth is all this?" She asked, in what might possibly be the most british response ever.
She didn't get a reply, because at that moment the necklace itself seemed to sort of...explode and a gust of smoke came out the necklace. Millie fell to the ground - Beakley leaping forward too catch her - and the smoke re-arranged itself into a ghost.
Yes. That's right - a ghost. Just when you think you've seen everything the bloody undead start turning up.
"Grimbold!" The ghost said, placing a hand melodramatically across her fore-head. "Oh, where is my Grimbold?"
Now. I wasn't actually THERE, but I imagine there was a pretty big silence at that point. I mean, what do you say to that!? Grimbold? What sort of a name is Grimbold?
Anyway, the ghost obviously didn't get an answer to her question because she called again. "Oh, Grimbold, my love, where are you?" And glided through the door in pursuit.
By this point Beakley had come to her senses and , after putting Millie down, flung open the door and ran after her. "Miss, miss, there is no Grimbold here! Miss!"
So picture the scene. Scrooge is lying in bed asleep. The door slams open and an ear-splitting screech fills the room.
"Crivvens!" Scrooge bolted up in bed. "Bless my bagpipes, what on earth?" He took one look at the ghost, who looked back at him, decided this was not her precious Grimbold and flew off. "BEAKLEY!" Scrooge bellowed.
"I'm already aware of the situation, Mr McDuck!" Beakley called back.
Then Donald's door flung open and he stood there, bleary-eyes and brandishing a random golf club that he'd got from Zeus knows where. "What the hell is going on!?" He squawked.
He looked up at the ghost floating above him, who smiled and said, delightedly. "Grimbold! Oh, my love!"
"Grimbol-!" Donald spluttered, still half-asleep. "Look, just back of, lady." He growled, waving the club at her, threateningly. "I was in the navy!"
He meant that as a warning, but she seemed to take it as affirmation that he was this 'Grimbold' and swopped towards him with her arms open. He squawked and ducked and she soared over his head.
"Scrooge!" My twin yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Ah see it lad!" Scrooge yelled back. "Beakley says it's something ta do with the bairns! Get Della - we need all the help we cahn get!"