The currently richest duck in the world, Scrooge McDuck, rubbed his nephew's tired eyes and yawned as he laid in bed. As soon as he roughly scratched Louie's usual itchy spot, the events of last night gradually returned to him.

"Ooh right... Freaky Friday flip."

Still not used to his much shorter legs, Scrooge fell hard onto the floor while trying to get out of bed.

"...Curse me kilts."

"Hearing his fall, the ghost of Duckworth floated into the bedroom and up to Scrooge. Lifting him up and putting him on his feet, the deceased bulter placed a cup of nutmeg tea in his hands.

"Morning Mr. McDuck. Tell me. Did you sleep well?"

"Uuuugh."

"If by well, do you mean me constantly dragging myself up and down the hallway in the dead of night, while also worrying about Webbigail's safety and having that BLASTED witch mock me in my dreams everytime I fell asleep?"

"Then yes. I slept great..."

"Hmmm. I do believe I heard you mutter something about Santa Claus last night in your sleep."

"Tell me, what did he do to make you curse the way you did? It's been decades since I last heard those words leave your mouth."

"...Spats." Louie's eyes glazed over in madness.

"That, SPITEFUL, HO HO HOOLIGAN, CHIMNEY STALKING SCOUNDREL STOLE MY SPATS!"

"Not only that! But THEN HE FED THEM TO BLITZEN AND RUDOLPH!"

"BLAAH!" Scrooge stomped the floor in anger.

"Relax Mr. McDuck. It was just a nightmare."

"Just a nightmar- Rrrrrrrrr!"

"LOUIE'S WEBBED FOOT!"

"Don't you understand?! Those were my FAVORITE SPATS!"

"He may as well have brought my grandmother back from the grave with his army of elf necromancers, and then run her over with a reindeer!"

"Hmmm... Speaking of the dead. The local spirits said they have no idea where Magica and Webbigail are."

"Either they've been bribed, or Magica fled to somewhere out of state. Spirits are very territorial you know. Willing to start a feud over a tiny unkempt cabin."

"Well, they're not at Mount Vesuvius."

Scrooge took a sip of his tea.

"...I destroyed her lair there years ago. Even if Magica went back, there would be nothing left for her to salvage."

"I had to bring a priest along to drive those vengeful spirits out. That place was so haunted, I couldn't sit down for five seconds before a chair was pulled out from underneath me!"

"And we can't track Webbigail down through her cellphone either. Magica threw it out before she left..."

"Well, me and Mrs. Beakley have finished preparing breakfast. Although it was quite a bit difficult for her to do so in young master Huey's body."

"I'm honestly surprised she's taking being trapped in a child's body so well..."

"S.H.U.S.H. protocol states that any agent should remain calm and collected in the worse of situations." Scrooge finished the last bit of his morning tea.

"And quite frankly, being an adult stuck in a child's body is a fate I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemies."

"Well, except maybe Flinty."

"...And Magica."

"And, Santa Claus?" Duckworth guessed.

"And Santa Clau-"

Louie's eyes once again glazed over in madness.

"RrrrrrrrAAAAAAAAARRRGGHH!"

The duckling furiously punched the wall hard enough to shake the entire bedroom. He was too enraged to realize how much Louie's fist hurt.

"CURSE THAT KRIS KRINGLE BAWBAG!"

Duckworth stared silently down at the enraged child.

"...If you weren't trapped within Louie's body, I believe I would have to wash his mouth out with soap."

"Now get dressed and come to breakfast. You'll need to eat to keep up your Santa cursing strength."

Duckworth floated down through the floor and into the kitchen.

"Uuugh. I'm going to have to have a talk to Louie about drinking so much before bed..."

"...Huey? Are, you okay?"

Dewey touched Mrs. Beakley's shoulder with Launchpad's hand in concern.

"Can't..."

"Can't what?"

"Heh heh heh, AhhaHAHAahAHH! Can't do ANYTHING!" Huey grabbed his misplaced brother to make eye contact.

"If I move, I feel things that shouldn't be THERE."

"HehehehHA."

"If I talk, I confuse myself."

"AaaHA!"

"If I eat, I'll have to go the bathroom."

"AhhHAHheheh!"

"In a old woman's body?! Nooo WAAAAY."

"Ah Hahahahahah."

"Okay, okay. I see your point." Dewey pushed his frantic brother back into his chair.

"But we could be stuck like this for days. You can't just sit there this whole time."

"Wa-wa-wa-WHAT?!"

"OF COURSE I CAN SIT HERE LIKE THIS THIS WHOLE TIME. I DON'T SEE ANY PROBELMS WITH THIS! DO YOU SEE ANY PROBLEMS WITH THIS? NOOOO PROBLEMS HEEEEERE!"

"AAAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Just relax Huey. It's not so bad being trapped in someone's else's body."

Della in Donald's body took a another large monthfull of her breakfast, while Donald sat silently in his chair with his sister's face on the table.

"Just take me and Donald for example. We're not freaking out. Actually, being in a different body is actually kinda fun."

"FUN?!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"WHAT ABOUT THIS IS FUN!?"

"YOU'RE HIS TWIN SISTER. OF COURSE YOU'RE USED TO BEING CLOSE TO HIM."

"BUT ME...?"

"I'M NOW WEBBY'S GRANDMOTHER!"

"WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, I WANTED TO GROW UP TO BE A SCIENTIST, OR POSSIBLY A BODY FARM CARETAKER!"

"But Noooooo. GRANDMOTHER!"

"Uugh. Could you please stop screaming?" Mrs. Beakley in Huey's body covered his ears.

"You're going to ruin my vocal cords."

"Morning kids..." Scrooge drowsily walked into the dining room in his nephew's tired body.

"Morning Uncle Scrooge!" Della spoke in Donald's almost unintelligible voice.

"...Where's Louie?" Scrooge asked.

"I dunno. Last time I saw him, he was in his bedroom."

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUUTTT!"

Louie desperately punched and slapped his uncle's body in a crazy scheme to somehow return himself to his much younger body.

"Oh, his back!"

"Aaaah! Arthritis?!"

"I'm too YOUNG TO DIE OF OLD AGE!"

"AAAAH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The duckling's loud 'no' could be heard all throughout McDuck Manor.

"...Eh, he's probably fine."

"Ugh. This is crazy. Nothing like this ever happened in the history of the moon."

Penumbra crossed her arms and sat in her chair.

"Your planet is just one problem after another. This earth deviless Magica sounds like a real nutjob..."

"She's worse than a nutjob." Scrooge walked up to the moonlander.

"Of all the villains I've faced, Magica has proved herself time and time again to be the most vile, cruel, sadistic person for me to ever call one of my enemies."

"She's practically obsessed with darkness and evil to the point of her making rash, stupid decisions."

"...But, I have to admit. She really put us in a pickle this time."

"We have no idea where she took poor Webbigail, or what she plans to do to her."

"Not including us being trapped within unfamiliar bodies and turning Lena into a pig."

"Wait... Where is Lena?" Dewey looked around the dining room in Launchpad's body.

"She's asleep kitchen." Mrs. Beakley answered.

"Hopefully the sedative I gave her won't produce any negative effects in pigs."

Scrooge sighed.

"I'm afraid the only thing we can do know is wait for an update from the police, and hope for the best for Webbigail."

"What do you think Magica is going to do her?" Dewey asked his uncle.

"I mean, she wouldn't just kill her, would she?"

"...That's not Magica's style. Her vendetta against Webbigail seems way more personal. And bitter."

"It's possible that at this very moment, she could be inflicting her with the worst kind of cruelty a sick minded witch like her could come up with..."

"No! NOOOOOOOO!"

"Throw me in the dungeon!"

"Tie me to the rack!"

"Tear my teeth out!"

"Skin me ALIVE!"

"Tar and feather me!"

"ANYTHING BUT THIISS!"

"Now really Webby. We haven't even started yet."

Magica continued tying the struggling duckling to a chair.

"You can't beg for mercy from me already."

"Oh, and hello! Earth to Webby. You already have feathers. I don't really see the point of putting more of them on you..."

The skeleton sorceress finished tying the final knot of the ropes around Webby and stepped back.

"...There. What do you think?" Magica put her arm around Ma Meagle.

The head of the Duckburg criminal family just stared at the duckling straining against her bindings, not sure what to say.

"And... the point of this is?"

"To force her to sit at the breakfast table without running away of course."

"Hmmm. But it's missing something."

Magica quickly threw another piece of rope around Webby and tied it tightly around the chair, making it effectively harder for her breathe.

"There! Now it's perfect."

The sorceress swiftly pushed the chair along the floor and into the breakfast room. Webby became more and more panicked the closer they got.

"MAGICA NO!"

"PUT ME IN THE STOCKS!"

"GIVE ME A WELCOME PARADE!"

"LOCK ME IN THE IRON MAIDEN!"

"THROW ME TO THE LIONS!"

"PLUCK AND ROAST ME!"

"ANYTHING BUT-"

"Good Moooorning again Webbigai-" Doofus Drake was almost immediately interrupted by Webby's shrill screaming.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaAAHHH!"

Magica sat the frantic duckling right beside the child billionaire and patted her head.

"OH MY! You two look so cute together I can hardly stand it!"

"Webbigail..." Doofus hugged Webby tightly while Jim and Black Arts watched.

"Magica! This is TOO CRUEL!"

Ma Beagle cleared her throat and tapped the shadowy sorceress.

"We need to talk..."

"Now I get it, you hate Webby and wanna torment her. Makes sense, I hate her too."

"But we're wasting time! Let's take down Scrooge and his family while they're vulnerable and take back Duckburg! Then you can torture and humiliate Webby for the rest of her life if you want. I don't care..."

Magica chuckled to herself.

"Oh my dear, sweet Katherine."

"You're missing the whole point of this."

It's not about WHEN Scrooge McDuck is defeated, it's about HOW Scrooge McDuck is defeated. And by WHOM."

"You see, young Webbigail here is responsible for turning my niece Lena against me. She betrayed me and sided with McDuck, while stealing my old powers in the process."

"Soooo... If they want to play the betrayal game with me, then FINE! Two can play at that game."

"Uugh! Can you get to the point already?!" Ma Beagle sat down in a chair.

"I was just, getting to it..." Magica continued to pace the floor.

"Although they're not actually related, Webby considers McDuck her uncle. While McDuck considers her his niece..."

"Now, picture it in your head."

"Scrooge McDuck's family, brutally murdered by his niece, Webby Vanderquack!"

"The young killer betrayed her family and sided with McDuck's greatest enemy, the Sorceress of the Shadows, Magica De Spell!"

"Our story will be told down through the generations! As the De Spell family will once again, rule the UNIVERSE, to the ends of TIME!"

"AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!"

Magica gave out a loud laugh and then paused.

"And the spell that will turn Webby into my slave only works if she accepts her defeat and agrees to it..."

"So we torture her till she can't stand it anymore and she eventually gives herself up?" Ma Beagle seemed surprisingly disinterested.

"Now you've got it!"

The criminal matriarch looked to Webby, who was currently attempting to push away Doofus with her head.

"You call this torture?" She grabbed a heavy brick from her purse and held it in the air.

"I say we bash her brains in and drag her behind a truck..."

"YES!"

"BASH MY BRAINS IN!"

"DRAG ME BEHIND A TRUCK!"

"ANYTHING BUT- Mmmmmmpph!"

Magica shut Webby's bill and blocked Ma Beagle's brick before she could hit the duckling over the head with it. Unsurprisingly, Doofus was not all alarmed that her 'precious Webbigail' was almost critically injured.

"Patience please. Patience!"

"We start small and then slowly build our way UP, to bashing her small brains in."

"We're not going to just rush through all of this as fast as possible. We're going to make it go as slow and painful for her as possible. And savor her every tortured cry..."

"Okay, fine..."

Ma Beagle sat back in her chair.

"But let's do something else to her already. This creepy rich kid is starting to freak me out."

"Have you laid any eggs yet dear Webbigail?" Doofus felt the back of the duckling's neck.

"If not, I'd like to put your first in my collection. Try to make it a little pink spotted one if you can."

"...NOOOO! IT'S TOO MUCH! PLEASE STOP THE TORMENT!"

The child billionaire completely ignored Webby's distaste for him and kissed her cheek.

"Servants! Bring me FIVE fresh jars from the honeybin!"

Hearing his order, Doofus' parents almost immediately ran out of the breakfast room.

"..."

"Would you like it Webbigail if I lathered you all over with honey and then licked it off?"

"I would like it very much..."

"That's it! I'm out." Ma Beagle dropped her brick and walked out of the room while Webby sat perfectly still in stunned silence."

"Black Arts!"

"But, but Ma! I love honey!"

"UGH! For cryin'-"

The beagle boy's mother grabbed him by the ear and dragged him away.

"Ma? Ma?! Ear! Ear!"

"Here's the honey master Doofus." The terrified maid and butler carried five large jars of honey up to the the young billionaire.

"Wonderful..."

Doofus cracked open the top of the first jar.

"Servants! Untie her and hold her still in the corner."

"Yes master Doofus."

"Wa-Wait. WAAAAITT!" Webby finally snapped out of shock.

"Y-You, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! THIS IS SO WRONG!"

"SOMEONE PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE! GRANNY! GIZMODUCK! UNCLE SCROOOOGE!"

The duckling fought with all her strength to free herself from the chair, but was only able knock herself sideways on the floor.

"This is so wrong..."

Doofus stared emotionlessly down at Webby crying silently in her chair.

"...I believe you're right Webbigail. This IS wrong."

The duckling opened her eyes in disbelief.

"Really?"

"Yes... Servants-"

"OH THANK Selene!" Webby felt her heart beating normally again.

"-Take her to my master bathroom-"

"...Maybe you're not so bad after-"

-and bathe her."

Webby's eyes shot open.

"Then lather her all over with honey... And then afterwards, give her, another bath! I will be there to supervise."

"Yes master Doofus." The maid and butler both had the looks of absolute dread of their faces. Webby didn't have it very good either.

"...I had a special rubber ducky made special for you Webbigail."

Doofus pulled out a little rubber toy from his pants that looked suspiciously like Webby and squeezed it.

"Hehe. I love you Doofus." It chimed in a eerily similar imitation of her voice.

"NO!"

"No no no no no!"

"This CAN'T BE HAPPENING to ME!"

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"What did I do to deserve this?!"

"WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!?"

"NOOOO-"

"Wait." Magica finally interrupted. Everyone in the room grew silent.

"I have a much better idea."

"Doofus... Is it possible that there is something that you want, very verrry much, but you just couldn't get because, well... Money can't buy everything?"

"Hmmm." The child billionaire started thinking.

"Now that you mention it, there is something that I want."

"When I was so much younger, I watched a movie with my dear departed Gummeemama."

"Gummeemama..." The maid and butler chanted.

"And in this movie, there was a pretty little merduck named Ariel who married the prince she loved."

"Ever since then, I wanted a little merduck of my own. I'd feed her, take her for swims, comb her wet feathers. I'd do everything in my power to make her happy."

Doofus sighed.

"...But unfortunately. Real life merducks are mostly ugly and mean creatures. And the ones that are pretty, aren't very little."

"I'm sure that it would give my dear Gummeemama everlasting peace if I got one..."

The masked duck known as Jim Starling wiped away a tear and blew his nose into his hat.

"Oooh, what a touching story. I wish there SOMETHING I could do to help give his, poor sweet Gummeemama, peace in the afterlife!"

"Magica. We must do something for her! ANYTHING!" Jim overdramatically begged at the witch's feet.

The Sorceress of the Shadows gave him a malicious smile and summoned her wand. Without wasting time, she walked up to Webby and stood ominously above her.

"Yes. You'll do nicely."

"...Wait. What are you-"

The duckling caught onto what Magica had planned for her.

"No... No you, you CAN'T-"

The sorceress tightly shut Webby's bill with her magic and instantly turned the ropes around her to ash. With little effort, Magica telekinetically lifted the child into the air and held her upside down.

"You want a pretty little merduck?" Magica turned to Doofus.

The young billionaire darkly smiled and nodded.

"...Circe!" Magica snapped her fingers.

"HOCUS! JOKUS!" The shadow cast a powerful spell onto the duckling.

In a panic, Webby struggled desperately in the air against Magica's and Circe's powers, but eventually stopped herself from fighting. She knew by now that there was no way out of this.

The duckling felt her insides shift and contort violently as she tried to remain calm. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream out for help. But what good would it do? Nobody was there to rescue her and tell her that everything was going to be alright. As everything was definitely not alright.

No. Her Uncle Scrooge had faith in her. She wasn't going to let herself crumble before Magica so easily.

She was stronger than this.

She was stronger than this.

She was stronger than- THUD! Webby fell hard on the cold floor.

Fearing the worst, the jinxed child attempted to move her legs, only to discover that the lower half of her body had been transformed into the tail of a large fish. It scales sparkled of a bright pink.

Before the merduck could fully comprehend that she had an entirely new, unwanted appendage, Magica hoisted her off the floor and looked her over closely.

"...WEBBY! THAT'S ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!"

The sorceress hugged her tightly.

"Magica..." Webby put on the best face of discontent she could muster. Seeing the grumpy expression on her face, Magica couldn't help from laughing. She was enjoying humiliating Webby more than she'd thought, and this was only the beginning.

"Oh! Who's an adorable little merduck? Who's an adorable little merduck?"

"You ARE!" The sorceress forced her fingers into her bill and made her smile.

Without putting her down, Magica reached into her pocket and pulled out a small black collar and locked it around her neck.

"Well, do you like your new collar?"

Webby stared angrily at the giddy sorceress a bit before responding.

"...Shouldn't I be dying? I thought merducks couldn't breathe ai-"

The merduck clutched her collared throat in panic as she realized that she couldn't breathe oxygen anymore. Webby choked and gagged in Magica's arms as Doofus ran up to them.

"Doofus? Would you like to take your new merduck for a her first swim?" The sorceress handed the child a long black leash.

"I was hoping you'd ask..." The billionaire hugged Magica tightly and then calmly carried Webby to his pool as she continued choke to death in his arms.

"Oh, what a sweet kid..." Jim walked up to Magica.

"Most kids are just selfish LITTLE TWERPS that don't appreciate a thing you do for them."

"If I ever became a parent, I'd be SURE to give my kid all the love and attention that they deserve..."

"Let me give you a little advice darling." Magica shut off the light and walked to the door.

"You have to show children who's in charge. Punish them when they do wrong, reward them when they do right."

"Although it may hurt, you can't be afraid to take a belt to them for even the smallest misdeeds. Make them regret ever disobeying you."

"Make them fear but respect you. Otherwise, they'd walk all over you, treat you like garbage."

"They'll learn eventually..."

A/N: I think I may have gone a little too far while writing Doofus' lines. Despite him already being a genuinely disturbing character in the show.