"Mission log, two-hundred and seventy."
"The time. Fifteen-hundred hours."
"The year. Twenty-thirty one."
"The place. Area fifty-one Duckvada. Currently in ruins from the recent zombie outbreak."
"This is Colonel Turbo Shelduck. Our mission... Destroy the mutant alien zombie queen. Her forces have already taken out ninety eight percent of the earth's population. Our last emergency bunkers have been invaded by her ever-growing army. If we don't take out the source of their power, the armies of the undead will march all over the face of the planet."
"We are humanity's, last hope..."
Dewey shed a lonely tear and dramatically finished the last of his monologue into his recorder.
"Uhh. You know it's not on, right?" Louie walked up to his brother with a dart gun in hand.
Dewey opened his eyes and looked over the recorder.
BEEP!
"Mission log! Two-hundred and seventy!"
The colonel heroically approached the lair of the beast.
"The time! Fifteen-hundred hours!"
"The year!..."
Dragging his empty dart gun behind him, Louie rolled his eyes and followed the overeager officer into the dark hallway.
"This is Colonel Turbo Shelduck! Our mission..." Dewey stopped marching to record.
"Destroy the mutant alie- Uggahh!" His speech was interrupted as he was knocked to the floor by Louie who had accidentally walked into him.
"Watch yourself soldier! I could have easiilly blasted you into nothingness." Dewey menacingly looked up at his unmotivated brother.
"Oh boy. I'm going to spend time with Huey. His nerd stuff is much less stressful." Louie left his brother on the floor.
"Sure... Run away now while everything seems clear. But it won't help you. Those monsters will eventually find you. And lay their eggs in your infected, savaged brain."
"You've been watching way too many trashy horror movies. Not only are they incredibly unrealistic, but they lack any sense of self-awarement or heart. Not to mention method acting."
"Hey!" Dewey finally sat up. "When there is no more room on Mars is a CLASSIC."
"They paid the actors with DOG FOOD." Louie yelled from down the hall.
"...Man, that had to have been some HIGH quality dog food."
"I'm sorry. Why are we using guns?"
A young hummingbird followed her shadowy friend along the darkened halls of McDuck Manor.
"Real life zombies aren't remotely smart enough to use guns properly. Let alone recognize them as proper weapons."
Lena sighed. "According to Dewey, we aren't the normal, everyday zombies you read about and see on TV. We're the highly developed, mutant space zombies that gain intelligence by sucking out people's brains and knowledge."
"So, would they be actually intelligent enough to aim and pull the triggers?" Violet looked down at the dart gun in her hands.
"Well, that seems to be the case." Lena peeked out from behind a corner.
Hearing this, Violet preped her dart gun.
"Let's trash those earth-"
"GOTCHA!" Dewey jumped from out of nowhere and tackled Violet to the groud. Sitting on top of her, he pointed his dart gun at her face.
"Ha-ha! Begone space scum! You monsters don't belong in this world!"
"Space... WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"
Penumbra suddenly ran up to Dewey and grabbed him by the foot. Holding him upside down, the moonlander's face was only inches away from his.
"Hey aunt Penny." Dewey waved.
"I'm sorry, was that offensive, or?"
"My name is Lieutenant, PENUMBRA!"
"Yo! Penny! I see you're getting along great with the kids." Della walked up to her alien roommate. She gasped in shock when she saw her son hanging upside down.
"No. Way..."
"Penny used to hold me like this too! Oh man! That sudden rush of blood flowin' into your head really gets you going! Ha-ha!"
"...I'm going to bed."
An exhausted Penumbra lightly tossed the child into his mother's arms and walked away.
"I'd appreciate it if you obstreperous earthdwellers would KEEP IT DOWN!" Penumbra slamed the bedroom door behind her.
"...SURE THING PENNY! WE'LL KEEP IT DOWN FOR YA!" Della shouted to the agitated alien.
"HEY! MAYBE LATER, WE CAN START THAT FORK BENDING CLUB I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT!"
"RAAAAAAAAAWWWRRRGH!"
"Man. She is the best." Della unknowingly carried her son into the bathroom while Lena and Violet just shrugged.
"Uh. Mom?"
After a few seconds of complete silence, Dewey casually walked out of the bathroom to the two zombies soldiers and brushed himself off.
"Um. You two are dead now... Not the zombie dead. Dead dead."
"Dead dead?" Violet questioned.
"You know. Blasted into infinity, your chared body parts scattered across the floor dead."
"...Real life zombies have strong enough body structures not to collapse in on themselv-"
"Fine! Fine! Whatever." Dewey interrupted Violet's lecture.
"I know that I said you girls were the SMARTER than normal zombies, but there's such a thing as taking a role TOO SERIOUSLY."
After telling Violet off, Dewey valiantly entered the lair of the zombie queen.
"Prepare yourself Queen Corpsiea the Third! For I, Colonel Turbo Shelduck, will vanquish you from the earth for ending the lives of my family!"
The officer fell to his knees and shed another lonely tear.
"Viktorija... Kids..."
"I will avenge you." His voice audibly cracked.
Dewey then started silently sobbing on the floor with his dart gun tight within his grasp.
"Are, you alright?" Lena put a concerned hand on his shoulder.
"BEGONE FROM ME ALIEN SPECTER! YOU WILL NOT HAUNT ME FURTHER!"
The tormented Colonel sprung upwards and marched fearlessly ahead as loud angry knocking could be heard down the hallway.
"We should probably get Penumbra some noise cancelling earplugs." Lena whispered.
"The moonlanders don't have ears. They hear through their eyes sockets."
Violet opened up her note pad and showed Lena her research on Penumbra.
"Well! Then we'll get her, I dunno. A sleep mask or something! Sheesh!"
"This is it... The lowly Colonel, deserted by his men, faces off against the being of pure evil known as Queen Corpsiea. If he does not succeed in his mission, the world will fall into death and despair."
With his trusty blaster in hand, Dewey stepped forward into the darkness to confront his arch-enemy.
"CORPSIEA! SHOW YOURSELF YOU BEING OF TRUE HATRED!"
From within the empty blackness of the hall, the Colonel heard a low, distinct chuckle from above. A shadowy figure stirred around atop the sturdy wooden chandelier hanging from the room.
"AH-HA! Nighty night queenie."
Dewey aimed his gun at his target and fired a rapid round of darts at his enemy.
"UUGH! YOU GOT ME!" The queen clutched her chest in pain.
"OH! Everything's fading! My un-life cut short."
"Curse you... ColonelUUUUUAAHHHH!"
The defeated queen screamed realistically as she fell to the floor with a loud thud.
Dewey immediately dropped his act and ran up to his fallen friend.
"UH! Webby are you okay?!" He lifted her limp arm off the ground and shook it.
"WEBBY?!"
Hearing Webby's shrill scream, Lena, Violet, Huey and Louie rushed into the now lit hallway.
"Is everything alright?" The hummingbird asked in concern.
"I'm okay!" Webby suddenly perked up, unharmed from the high fall to the floor.
"Thank goodness!" Lena breathed a sigh of relief and tightly hugged her friend.
"If anything bad happened to you, I couldn't live with myself."
"...Lena?" Webby managed to say
"Can't breathe."
"Oh, sorry." The teenager helped Webby to her feet and lightly dusted her off.
"Okay. You guys ready for round two?" The zombie queen loaded her dart gun with a scarily ominous expression on her face, before running off into the rest of the mansion.
"WOO! Round two! Round two!" Dewey prepared his arsenal in excitement.
"Man. Webby is SUCH a great actor."
"Wait. Where's Rand- Ow." Huey began to say as he was tripped onto the floor by shadowy leg.
"Oops. Sorry nerd. Heh, didn't see you there."
A gray, preteen duck stared smugly down at the annoyed child below him.
"Randy..." Huey growled at him underneath his breath.
"What? I said I was sorry." Randy lowered his hand to help Huey up, but then quickly pulled it away before they made contact.
"Hey. Maybe you should get some glasses. It would really complete that total dork look you've got going."
Randy chuckled to himself before following Webby into hallway.
Why that dirty-!"
"Relax Hubert." Louie stopped his brother.
"He's only testing you. Seeing if your worth picking on in the longrun."
"Yeah, I have to agree with Huey on this one. Something's wrong with this guy." Lena crossed her arms in discontent.
"Where, exactly did Webby meet him again?" Dewey questioned.
"Eh! I dunno!" Lena was starting to get a little stressed.
"All that Webby told me was that they met online, and how they have SO MUCH in common."
"Mmm hhmm. Yep. I see it all now." Louie began.
"He has no distinct personality besides being the cocky arrogant dream boy that sweeps all the young girls off their feet."
"Most likely, he's manipulating her. Slowly gaining control over her free will. Forcing her to love him, and him only."
"And then..." The triplet paused.
"...I say we keep a close eye on her."
"Wait. Are you saying that Webby is in love him?!" Lena focused all her attention on Louie.
"I thought it was obvious. Have you seen the way she acts around him? It's like she was hit by a dozen of Cupid's arrows."
The teenager was stunned. "But. But I thought Webby and Dewey were... Were..."
"Uhh. Ha ha ha, No." Dewey awkwardly fidgeted.
"I think of Webby as the sister I never had. I mean, I love her. But not in that way."
Dewey paused for a bit.
"Wait. I thought YOU were in love with her."
Lena's face turned a bright shade of red as she tried to hide her obvious embarrassment.
"Ah ha ha HA! What do you think I am? Some crazed lesbo shadow teen, crushing after an adorable child at least four years younger than ME?"
"Ah ha ha! Ah ha ha! Ah ha-"
Lena looked around at her friends staring at her with mixed expressions on their faces.
"Wow. That came out wrong..."
"Wait." Louie started.
"If you're straight, does being a living shadow mean you have a working reproductive system? And also, if I marry you, will that make Magica my mother-in-law?"
Everyone stood in silence as Louie waited for his response.
"...Well this is uncomfortable." Violet finally spoke up.
"Hey. A guys gotta know these things. Grow up."
Louie's theory was not incorrect.
It was true. Webby had fallen madly in love with the young duck known as Randy Moorhen.
It had happened so quickly, she hadn't even realized she loved him until he started regularly appearing in her dreams.
She was completely obsessed with him. And Randy had her right where he wanted.
Her mind was filled to the brim with such a powerful affection for him that it clouded her better judgement and distracted her from important everyday tasks.
Yet despite her complete infatuation with her young love, it didn't distract her enough to notice that one of her bedroom windows had been smashed opened, letting the cool evening breeze blow eerily into the mansion.
An ominous red glow in the room casted dark sinister shadows across the walls and ceiling.
Fearing the worst, Webby began her way out of the bedroom.
"Uh... Guys? Something's wrong."
And then it hit her. An intense wave of depression and anxiety covered Webby like a blanket. It weighed down on her, shouting inaudible curses and hexes at her in languages she didn't understand. Yet, they still hurt her.
She was shrinking.
No...
The room was growing.
The world was spinning out of control around her. She felt her soul being torn out of her frail body, screaming at her in rage.
Ghoulish shadows closed in all around her, staring down at her on the floor. They seemed to emanate pure hate and malice that pierced her flesh and bones.
They knew her every secret. Every moment in her life up until now, they knew in great detail.
Were they judging her?
Were they going to kill her?
Did they even have faces?
Was she dying?
No. She didn't see a light.
People see light when they die. Right?
No. This was worse than death...
She had forgotten her name.
Her friends.
Her family.
Her loved ones.
They had all abandoned her...
She wanted to scream. But her voice gave out.
She couldn't move.
She couldn't hear.
She couldn't speak.
She could only wish...
She wished... That she was dead.
Yet from outside the darkness and shadows that consumed her, she heard a familiar sound. The sound of fists pounding desperately on wood.
Webby slowly opened her eyes to see four blurry figures crowded around her. Tears of fear were streaming down her face like a rainstorm as she was shaking uncontrollably.
The first figure she recognized was the proud matriarch of the beagle family, Ma Beagle. Although Webby couldn't tell for sure, she looked like she was bored from the whole ordeal.
The frightened child tried her best to fight back against the powerful hands that held her off the floor, but her feeble attempts only made the masked duck grip her harder. Throwing punches at him proved impossible, as her wrists had been tightly tied behind her back.
"UH-! UNCLE SCROO- MMMPH!"
Webby's cry for help was promptly silenced by a long strand of duct tape wrapped firmly around her bill, causing her to struggle and kick fiercely.
"Now now." The masked duck turned her around and gently stroked her face, causing Webby's stomach to drop.
"Relax little girl. We're gonna take gooood care of you..."
"EH-HEH-HEH-HEH. EH-HA-HA-HA-HA!
"AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!"
"Are you insane?" Ma Beagle swated Jim's hand away from the child's face and held it in the air.
"This is a kidnapping. Not a creep party!" Ma Beagle didn't want to admit it, but she was actually getting disturbed by her ally's behavior.
By this time, almost everyone in the mansion had crowded outside Webby's bedroom. The only ones who hadn't been alerted to the break-in were Penumbra and Duckworth.
"Magica!" Scrooge McDuck banged on the bedroom door.
"Leave Webbigail alone you cadaverous crone! It's me you really want!"
"That's where your wrong McDuck! This child... This sweet, innocent little duck! Is the final piece of the puzzle, of your family's downfall."
Instantly recognising Magica's voice, Webby opened her eyes to see the sorceress's hands tightly around her.
At first, Webby thought she was seeing things. She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't lossing her mind.
There she was, the Sorceress of the Shadows, a skeleton draped in a cape and dress stared into her soul with unblinking, shrunken pupils.
"AUNT MAGICA! Please don't hurt Webby! I'll give you your powers back! I'll be your puppet again! I'll do ANYTHING!"
Lena was panicking. She knew exactly what her aunt was willing to do to Webby, and the thought of her friend having to go through the same abuse she went through shook her to the core.
"Hmph..." Magica simply scoffed at her niece's pitiful offers.
"That ship has long sailed. I gave you your chance to come back to me! And you BLEW IT!"
Magica stopped to slap Webby's tear soaked face hard enough for Lena to hear.
"MAGICA! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!" The teenager begged.
"You surprise me Lena. I thought you were smarter than this. I don't believe you're in a position to bargain with me."
The sorceress lifted Lena in the air with her magic through the door and started choking her.
Scrooge, Della, Donald and Mrs. Beakley tried their best to help Lena breathe normally, but there was little they could do to stop Magica from crushing her windpipe.
You'll pay for your disobedience to me you little BRAT!"
Magica violently threw the teenager to the floor before anyone could catch her.
"Soon, I'll have you broken, begging for mercy at my feet... Well, more than you are right now at least."
"Circe! Take care of these pathetic fools!"
The sorceress snapped her fingers, causing a sinister shadow to emerge from her and pass underneath the bedroom door.
"What the blazes is-?" Scrooge managed to say before the shadow morphed into the shape of a tall, anthromorphic pig.
"Muh-huh-huh..."
"So you're the legendary Scrooge McDuck." A ghostly feminine voice spoke in a mocking tone.
"So what if I am? What's it to ya?" Scrooge lifted his cane as defense against the shadow.
"Lena? Are you okay?" Dewey noticed the teenager frozen in fear from the shadow.
"...Lena?"
"Circe." Lena whimpered under her breath.
"SCROOGE! WE'VE GOT THE STOP MAGICA BEFORE- UuuuuuhgAAHHHHHH!"
"HOCUS! PORKUS!" The shadow swiftly cast a spell onto Lena, causing her to fall to the floor in pain and started transforming.
"UGH!"
"WEBBY NOOO!"
"WEBBY!
"WEBBIIIIIIIIIIEE-!"
Everyone in the hallway gasped in shock to see Lena slowly and painfully shift into a non-anthromorphic, common farm pig.
"Muh-ha-ha... That's a good look for you." The shadow chuckled down at the unfortunate teenager cowering on the floor in shame.
"Now see here you sadistic specter!" Scrooge approached the dark apparition.
"And for the rest of you. HOCUS! JOKUS!" A wave of magical energy left the shadow like a shockwave.
"Uuuuhh! I don't like where this is going!" Louie said as he and everyone else's souls were transferred into new, unfamiliar bodies.
Louie's soul was transferred into Scrooge's body, while Scrooge's soul was transferred into Louie's body.
Dewey's soul was transferred into Launchpad's body, while Launchpad's soul was transferred into Dewey's body.
Huey's soul was transferred into Mrs. Beakley's body, while Mrs. Beakley's soul was transferred into Huey's body.
Donald's soul was transferred into Della's body, while Della's soul was transferred into Donald's body.
And finally, Violet's soul was transferred into Randy's body, while Randy's soul was transferred into Violet's body.
"Aw, phooey..." Donald muttered in Della's voice, as he was now trapped within his sister's flesh and feathers.
"Uh- UNCLE SCROOOOGE!" Louie stood up in his elderly uncle's body, not yet adjusted to his significantly older age.
"I'm- I'M YOOOOOOUUU!" Scrooge's nephew tried his best not to lose his cool.
"Oh no! I'm a kid again! I-I have to go back school now!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! NOOOOOOOOO!" Dewey stood up and ran out of the hallway in fear.
"DEWEY! Uh, Launchpad. GET BACK HERE!" Louie yelled to Launchpad with a familiar scottish accent.
"Muh-ha-ha. Well! I see you're enjoying your new bodies." The shadow watched her dislocated victims panic and wince in confusion.
"It seems my work here is done."
"BYYYYEEE!" The dark specter waved as she quickly returned to Magica's body. The sorceress chuckled to herself, hearing her distressed enemies in the hall.
"Farewell, fools! We hate to leave so suddenly, but I have an appointment with my new puppet!"
Magica bent down to Webby's height and smiled at her.
"...That would be you."
The child just shook her head, still traumatized from her earlier vision.
"Umffph. Hhmph..." Webby squirmed in her tight bindings.
"Yes. That's it... Just struggle."
Magica was now uncomfortably close to her.
"I love it when they struggle for their lives..."
"By the way. Did you know that there are five dead kids buried in your backyard? On my in, I could hear the scratching of fingernails on one of the casket lids."
"Uh, what?" Ma Beagle wasn't sure if her ears were failing her or not.
"Nevermind. It's all water under the bridge." Magica threw the bound child over her shoulder.
"Now then! BACK TO HOME BASE!"
"Farewell, fools! We hate to leave so suddenly, but-" The sorceress was interrupted by a jab in her back.
"Grrrr. WHAT IS IT?! You're interrupting my grand speech!"
"...You already said that." Ma Beagle said underneath her breath.
"Did I?"
"Oh. Okay then... Now where was I?"
"Oh yes."
"MWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
With a snap of her fingers, Magica summoned two enchanted broomsticks and invited Jim a ride on one of them.
"Wait. That's it?" Black Arts Begale stared at his allies in confusion.
"But, but I didn't get to do anything."
"Shut up Black Arts." Ma Beagle grabbed her son and threw him over her shoulder with surprising strength.
"Ma. This is embarrassing!"
"Webbigail!" Scrooge yelled in Louie's voice through the bedroom door.
"Don't let Magica intimidate you! You're a strong young lass. You can resist-" Scrooge was cut short by a powerful blast of magic that almost caused Louie's body the fall to the floor.
"...I, believe in you."
The sorceress cast another powerful blast of magic into Louie's body, knocking him hard against the wall.
"We'll see about that Scroogey. We'll see."
With that said, Magica and Ma Beagle steered the broomsticks out the shattered window and into the night, carrying Webby, Jim, and Black Arts along with them.
"Ughh. I regret getting the extra sturdy doors in this mansion." Scrooge laid on the floor in his nephew's battered body.
"We have no time to waste! We have to get Webby back before Magica does anything to her! S.H.U.S.H. protocol states that we should file an immediate abduction report."
Mrs. Beakley in Huey's body helped Scrooge to his feet, feeling him to see if he had any broken bones.
"Your granddaughter is a dangerous force to be reckoned with. She should be able to handle anything Magica throws at her. Underneath all that ham and black magic, that witch is nothing but a immature, spolied child."
"I'm sure she's-" Scrooge suddenly felt a tug on Louie's hoodie.
Looking down, there was a small pig in a sweater shaking her head and crying.
"...Wait."
"She, can't handle what Magica will throw at her?"
The pig simply nodded.
"...We've got to get Webby back."
"...So, anyone up for pork chops?" Randy in Violet's body tried lighten the mood.
"VIOLET!" Everyone except Violet herself scolded Randy.
"Wait! That's not me! That's- oh no."
"No no no no no."
The hummingbird finally realized what had happened to her body.
"Don't touch- Oh no..."
"This is even more uncomfortable."
Scrooge in Louie's body walked up to Violet and Randy and looked them over closely.
"Wait. Who are you again?"