"Live from the Toppat Clan's not-so-secret Megaship based right off the coast of Duckburg, it's: Dewey Dew Night!" Dewey says in his announcer voice, intro playing, camera focused on Dewey. The Toppats have set up a far more professional talk show set compared to Dewey's typical one, at Boone's proposal and convincing.

Dewey faces the camera, smiling. "Tonight's episode is very special, and not just because we come from a near impossible to access, heavily armed floating base belonging to one of, if not the, most power criminal organizations in the world, and not just because another Gearloose invention is currently ripping through Duckburg after turning evil-"

Gyro is heard offscreen in the background. "Malfunctioning!"

"But we have TWO very special guests with us! Give up for, Captain Ian 'Sharpsmith' Boone of the Toppat Clan and Doctor Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera of McDuck Enterprises!" Dewey introduces as the camera pans out to show both, Boone and Fenton sitting in the guest couch, going along with it as Fenton waves to the camera and Boone gives a short two-finger salute, a grin on Boone's face as no one but him knows what he has planned, the applause track playing. "So, who shall we start with?"

"I'm content to let Doctor Crackshell-Cabrera go first." Boone says calmly.

"Very well. So, Doctor Crackshell-Cabrera, rumors state that you and Gizmoduck are one and the same. Any comments?" Dewey asks.

"Oh, they are preposterous!" Fenton dismisses. "I mean, just because Gizmoduck and I have never been seen in a room together means nothing!" He says, semi-nervous. "Any resemblance or locational relevance is purely coincidental!"

"Uh-huh, alright. So, onto current events, what was your role in this now evil-" Dewey starts.

"Mal-functioning!" Gyro yells offscreen.

"defense system?" Dewey asks.

"Well, you see, it is powered by fentonium! An invention of mine that can solve the entire world's energy needs!" Fenton declares.

"Uh-huh, and, how does it work, exactly?" Dewey asks.

"Well, for starters, most matter loses energy over time, as stated in the law of conservation of energy. However, fentonium defies this and, instead of losing energy, it gains energy!" As he pulls out his fentonium paddle ball, along with a normal one, handing the fentonium one to Boone. Fenton then starts bouncing normal paddle ball. "In a normal paddle ball, the ball will keep going so long as you keep hitting the ball with the paddle. When you stop," as he then stops bouncing the paddle and ball, "the ball quickly loses momentum due to releasing the stored energy upon impact." As the ball quickly stops and drops down. He then signals Boone to start.

"I think I get where you are going with this, doctor..." Boone says as he starts bouncing the fentonium paddle ball. "Unless I am mistaken, when I stop hitting the fentonium ball under my own energy," as Boone stops hitting it, the fentonium keeping up momentum, "the fentonium ball will not only keep bouncing on its own, but actually accelerate?" As Boone holds the paddle up, to fentonium ball bouncing back and forth, getting faster.

"Precisely! Have you read on this?" Fenton inquires.

"No, I just love science, and knowledge in general. Anything that breaks the defined laws of physics can be both fascinating," Boone then holds the paddle and ball away from him, "and a bit frightening. Is there any direction in particular I should be pointing this thing in case the ball gets loose? I feel like it is, unstable." Boone says, genuinely concerned.

"No worries, I sorted out the instability about three years back, and it is perfectly safe for certain." Fenton assures.

"Did Gearloose have any input on this?" Boone asks, insulting Gyro.

"None! A full creation of my own!" Fenton says proudly.

"Well, good job! This actually is amazing! And a novel little display. So, uh, how do I, um, stop it?" Boone asks, a bit concerned still.

"You need to wear protective equipment," as Fenton puts on a thick scientific glove and safety glasses, "be very patient and calm," as he positions the gloved hand over the ball, not touching it, drumroll track playing, "and~," as he then sees the opening and grabs the fentonium ball quickly and firmly, halting its motion, "GOT IT!" taking the paddle off of Boone as welL.

Queue applause track, Boone relieved the risk is gone. "So, this powers everything in the defense system?" Dewey asks.

"Correct. Each machine is equipped with a fentonium reactor of sufficient size to fit each machine's power needs. No need to be refueled." Fenton explains.

"So, say a machine is disabled or destroyed. What happens to the reactor?" Boone inquires.

"Upon deactivation, a mechanism triggers, grabbing the fentonium much like I did, stopping it near-instantly to prevent it from breaking free and wreaking havoc." Fenton says.

"So, what are your opinions, as a co-creator of the crazed defense system, have to say about its rampage?" Dewey asks.

"Well, McDuck Enterprises is working on a resolution to the problem, and we hope to find one soon." Fenton says, applause track playing.

"Fascinating. Now, onto our next guest. He is tough, can kick your butt in any situation, has a literal army and super weapon at his disposal, and has helped steal some of the most valuable treasures known to man, but at the same time will readily help you with even meager tasks. The one, the only, Captain Ian 'Sharpsmith' Boone of the Toppat Clan!" Dewey announces as the applause track plays, camera focusing on Boone. "So, Captain, or should I call you Sharpsmith? Or your first name? Or last?"

"Mr Boone is fine, Dewey." Boone responds, is capable of being laid back. He decided to do this because, one, it was the perfect outlet for his 'announcement', and two, why not help the kid out. As it was streamed live, the Clan hacked into every TV and display/screen, computer, etc across Duckburg, even getting it into the bulb tech defense system, broadcasting it across the entire City for all to see.

"So, Mr Boone, you are one of the leaders of the Toppats, correct?" Dewey asks.

"That's right, I am. And I earned this position fairly. Worked my way here through hard work and proving myself." Boone explains.

"Ooh, interesting. But, do tell me, why did you join the clan in the first place? Were you on the run and they took you in? Break you out of jail? What?"

Boone chuckles and answers bluntly. "I didn't wanna pay taxes." As he says that the laugh-track queues, some McDucks, especially Scrooge and Louie, holding back laughs.

"Ooh, petty. Anyways, why does the Toppat Clan steal all of these valuables?"

"Simple. Because we can. We steal them because they are valuable, because they are hard to get. We are gentleman thieves, who primarily steal for the thrill of it. We mostly keep and display the treasure in our vault, only using gold to buy stuff when needed. Though, we just steal it mostly." Boone says, laugh track saying.

"Hmm. So, what would you say was the most difficult, but most rewarding heist?" Dewey asks.

"Hmm, I wouldn't say it was the most difficult, but it was probably the biggest haul in Toppat Clan history." Boone grins. "It was just over three years ago, when we robbed Scrooge McDuck's money bin of one percent of his total wealth."

"Woah! That is insane! The money bin is practically impenetrable! How did you do it?" Dewey asks in half-amazement.

"Ah, not tricking me there, Mr Duck. I'm not going to divulge Clan secrets to the world. But, I will say, the people of Duckburg are apparently blind." Boone states.

"Oh? How so?" Dewey asks.

"Because this was what we used to haul the money away in broad daylight." Boone says as an image of the Clan Airship hovering next to the Money Bin, which it effectively dwarfs, is shown, the laugh track playing at the fact that to not notice that would mean you have to be blind.

"Yikes! I think I remember that actually. Uncle Scrooge certainly does." Dewey says as bringing it up still puts Scrooge in a sour mood. "So, any difficulties during that?"

"None during, but afterwards the strangest thing happened. We were attacked by a gigantic, one hundred foot high, mutant krill." Boone recalls, still confused by that, was never informed of the origin.

"Dang... Well, speaking of this ship, what can you tell us about it, if anything?" Dewey questions.

"Well, I cannot give certain specifics, but, it is a design I created. It was meant to be the final part in the Clan's arsenal of mobile bases. We had an airship and an orbital station. So, I suggested to the leader at the time, that we should also have a massive ship." Boone explains.

"What did he say?"

"If I can make something impressive enough, they will fund it." Boone explains.

"So I am guessing he was impressed given we are broadcasting from it?"

"Oh yeah. Three kilometers long, four hundred-fifty meters wide, and one hundred-fifty meters tall," He says as the imperial conversions are shown, "armed to the teeth with nearly a thousand guns of various types and sizes, and thousands of missiles," As a 3D model of it is shown on the screen behind them, an airship model for comparison, "And able to hold everything the Clan has, had, or will have, combined, it is a massive base that tells everyone we mean business."

"Ooh. So, why so armed? What, or who, do you have to defend from?" Dewey asks.

"The world governments. All of them. They want our heads, but they will not get them. They have tried for decades to destroy the Clan, but to no avail. The Clan, is untouchable." Boone says with a grin, placing his hands behind his head as he sits back.

"Well, time is running short so, onto current events, what do you think about this whole evil defense system thing going on in Duckburg?" Dewey asks.

Gyro tries to reiterate it is 'not evil'. "MAL... FUNCTIONING!"

"Well, it is quite an annoyance I'll tell you. Can't even walk down the street because of it. Heck, most can't even leave their houses from what I heard." Boone says, adding an air of slight worry to his words for dramatic effect.

"I see. Now, before the show, you said you had a message for the system. Care to share it with us?" Dewey asks.

"Why, yes, yes I do. I have a very important announcement to make..." Boone smirks as a warning for all to block their kids ears or make sure they won't hear what he is about to say. Mrs Beakley covers Webby's, Donald covers Louie's, Della covers Huey's, and Dewey puts ear plugs in. Boone inhales as he looks at the camera... and starts. "You-"

The message is sent across the city, for all to hear, and many people's mouths gape wide in shock at the language being shouted unfiltered, as the profanity-laden rant and tirade directly insults the defense system. If people are not of negative opinion of it, they are laughing their asses of. Such is especially true on the Toppat ship, where roughly half of them- or more- are dying of laughter, rolling in pain laughing, or trying to hold it in. The rant lasts for a good two full minutes. By the time he finishes, Boone feels an immense relief from it, as Beakley, Donald, and Scrooge stare at him in shock, mouths agape, Della is trying to keep from laughing and at least act disapproving. When finished and calmed down, he gives an all clear to Dewey, who removes his earplugs.

"Inspiring..." Dewey jokes. "Well that's about all the time we have for this week. Tune in next time for another episode of: Dewey Dew Night!" As the outro roles and it ends.

"Phew, that felt good." Boone says. "Ya'll okay?" He calls out, seeing Scrooge, Donald, and Beakley stunned still, while Della bursts out laughing, ends up on the floor, nearly crying. "I'll that as a 'do you kiss your mother with that mouth' for most of you." Boone smirks.

"Curse me kilts a sailor would be appalled!" Scrooge says.

Donald nods, being a sailor, mouth agape.

"Are you guys kidding?! That was friggin hilarious!" Della says as she laughs.

Boone does a small, taunting bow, smirking.

"You better hope this worked. If any of the kids heard that, I swear I'll-" Beakley starts as she is cut off.

"Yeah, Uh, it worked sir. They are all coming to the ship." Burt says.

"Told you. And, Burt, about when did they start coming?" Boone asks smugly.

"About halfway through your rant." Burt responds.

Indeed, every unmanned vehicles, all pissed off, are headed towards the ship. Fast.