"Find anything yet?" Lena rummaged through Webby's clothes and belongings in her drawers, throwing the various contents inside behind her onto the floor.
"Let's see here, compass, glitter, assorted glowy star stickers, a vial of... something." Huey in Mrs. Beakley's body held up a small glass container with 'Scrooge' written on it.
After pulling out the cork and tossing it aside, the duck stuck his tongue into the liquid inside and licked his lips.
"...Salty."
"Wait, you didn't just taste that did you?" Lena turned to see her best friend's grandmother standing beside a large mountain of clothes.
"Why, what's wrong with it?"
The teenager stood still in absolute silence with a hint of disgust on her face.
"...Nothing."
"Oh boy, listen to this." Louie in Scrooge's body dusted off the cover of a large book.
"101 ways to uncover people's darkest most hidden secrets and get away with it?"
"This is exactly what I was talking about earlier. What normal little girl that lives in a Scottish trillionaire's mansion with a British grandmother as a spy would have something like this?"
"I mean, do we really know Webby? Like really?"
Louie paused as more of his memories suddenly flooded back to him.
"No wait, the dementia must be kicking in. This is definitely a Webby thing..."
"Wait, what are we supposed to be looking for again?"
Lena shut the drawer she was searching through and sighed.
"If I'm remembering this right, in order for the Scout Interceding to work, you have to be in contact with some sort of magical power, and holding the thing the person you're spying on loves the most..."
"So you can't just spy on random people this way, you have to have some sort of spiritual connection to them."
"That would be, the thing they love the most..."
Louie shiftily stuck the book he was holding into his uncle's shirt pocket and leaned against the door frame.
"I don't know about you guys, but that doesn't sound like a very convenient way to spy on someone."
"Having to steal someone's most prized possession just to be able to spy on them?"
"Wouldn't it just be easier to be like? Oh hey, I'm evil. And I'm going to magically spy on you or something creepy like that. Abracadabra."
"Then bam, you're a regular James Pond..."
"It's magic." The teenager's spoke in a tired, scratchy voice.
"If I fully understood it, you wouldn't still be trapped in your uncle's body."
"Yeah, but aren't you kind of like Magica's shadow familiar? She did create you just to spy on Uncle Scrooge right?"
"Look, I know, I'm a terrible spy. But Webby really needs our help."
"I know Aunt-"
"-Uhhh, I, I mean-" Lena stuttered a bit and then corrected herself.
"I know Magica... I was blind to it at first, but after I met Webby and you guys, I realized there was more to the world than just shadows and magic."
"Magica had convinced me that if I helped her get her revenge against Scrooge, my work would be complete and she would give me freedom..."
"...I was a fool to believe her."
"She is nothing but a lying, cheating, heartless witch that wants nothing more than to make everyone around her suffer..."
"I've heard about her type. Yep, no mistaking it." Louie began.
"She's your classic, theatrical, full-blooded sadist."
"Sadists... They get a kick out of hurting people right?" Dewey in Launchpad's body asked.
"Sadist." Huey read aloud.
"A word originating from the French philosopher and writer Duckuis de Sade. Infamous for his obscene acts of violence and abuse against WOMEN AND CHILDREN?!"
"Who put this in the Junior Woodchuck guidebook?"
"Eesh, sounds like Magica is a big fan of this guy's work..." Louie swiped away a webpage on his phone.
"Wait, didn't you say that Magica punished you? What exactly did she do to you anyway? Strap you to a table and- What- Hey!"
"Sorry Lena." Huey quickly pushed his brother aside.
"What is wrong with you man?! Lena's been through enough already. She doesn't want to remember any of that stuff!"
"Uhh. It's fine. Really." The teenager gave a reassuring smile.
"No it's not..."
I'm a Junior Woodchuck and grandmother, I can see through your phony smile. You're torn apart inside... and hungry too!"
"Uhh, can we please get back to finding Webby's most prized possession?" Lena asked.
"The longer it takes us to find it, the longer Webby could be suffering at Magica's hands..."
"Yeah, but what does Webby love the most anyway?" Dewey pondered.
"How's the search going?" Violet in Randy's body suddenly walked into the room.
"Welp, search is over. See you down stairs..." Louie walked past Violet and down the hall.
"...What?"
A familiar dark orange sunset cast ominous shadows into Scrooge's office as Lena focused her hardest on Webby. Drops of sweat covered her forehead as she closed her eyes and hugged Violet tightly close to her.
"Are you sure Webbigail loves Randy enough for this to work?"
"Yep, no doubt about it." Louie quickly answered.
"She covers almost every single possible sign that she is madly in love with him."
"Increased heart rate, euphoria, sleeplessness, exhilaration, and a heavy dose of erratic violent mood swings..."
"Couldn't have happened to a nicer girl."
"Yes, but can people be considered a prized possession in this case?" Violet asked.
"Lena has been at this for quite a while... And she looks like she's straining herself way more than she-"
"Uuuugghh!"
In a instant, Violet was interrupted by a loud frustrated scream from Lena.
The teenager almost threw herself on the floor in a magical fit as she released all the stored up magic inside her.
Breathing heavily, she laid back in Scrooge's chair in a stupor.
"No good... I can't reach Webby. Sorry guys..."
"Huh, I guess a person can't be a prized possession after all." Louie put his hand to his uncle's mouth.
"No... It's-" Lena continued to catch her breath.
"-It's possible. Either Randy isn't Webby's most prized possession... or Magica is somehow blocking me from reaching her."
"Wait. Magica did force you to spy on me once right?" Scrooge in Louie's body asked.
"...Yes."
"Well then what did you-" Scrooge paused, blinking in confusion.
"-How did you get it to work without stealing my Number One Dime?"
"I kept it with me at all times!"
"Sorry, uh... Uncle Scrooge." Lena still wasn't used to calling him her uncle yet.
"But at least at the time, your Number One Time wasn't your most prized possession."
"...Well then what in blazes was it then? Nothing of value of mine has been unaccounted for for decades."
"Uh... I'll- Uh." Lena sheepishly hugged herself, causing her feathers to gradually turn a magical shade of purple.
"I'll tell you later Uncle Scrooge. Right now, we need to focus on Webb-"
The teenager suddenly froze, letting her eyes glaze over in glowing white magic."
"-Uuggh! WEEBBBYY!"
"Of course!" Louie stood up triumphantly besides Lena.
"The only love stronger than the fervent power of young puppy love, is the prue, platonic love between best friends!"
"Webby's most prized possession, the thing she loves most in the world, is you!"
"Friendship, really is magic!"
"...Lena?" Louie finally noticed how eerily still and silent the teenager had become.
"Guys? I... I can't see or hear anything! I, I don't remember this happening the last time! Where-" Lena stumbled around the crowded office, trying to feel for any of her friends.
"Beakley!" Scrooge called out to his housekeeper, alerting her in just enough time to break the teen's fall.
"I can't feel anything either!"
"But that's okay... It's working now, isn't it?"
"It shouldn't be long before we find out where Aunt Magica-"
"-No no! That's not right!" Lena slapped herself in anger and sighed.
"It shouldn't be long before we find out where Magica and Webby are..."
"Then we'll rescue her, and then everything will go back to normal. And then..."
Lena grew quiet, lost deep within her mental prison of complete silence and darkness.
"Webby, please be okay..."
"...What is this sudden warm feeling inside me?" Penumbra clutched her chest.
"It's- It's like I'm actually proud of this rebel earth child and I want to hug and protect her."
"No... I- I can't let this get to me."
"What, what is-"
"Well duh, it's called pride Penny! You're finally defrosting!" Della in Donald's body hugged the moonlander's leg.
"-Moon rats..."
"...So uh, what do we do now?" Launchpad in Dewey's body curiously poked the unresponsive teenager in front of him.
"Put her to bed and let her sleep the rest of the day?"
"Nonsense." Scrooge began.
"She's wide awake. The lass just looks like she's asleep because she's focusing hard on the task at hand."
"...Uh, Uncle Scrooge?" Dewey pointed toward Lena.
"Mentally fighting her way through Magica's insidious dark forces and hexes."
"Mr. McDuck!" Mrs. Beakley in Huey's body interrupted.
"What?! Can't you see I'm trying to-"
Scrooge turned around to see Lena snoring loudly with her tired eyes dilated and wide open.
"-And, she's asleep now..."
"...Lena?"
"Lena! Wake up! This is neither the time nor the place to sleep! Webby could be in danger!" Dewey tugged at the teenager's sweater.
"I know how to wake her up..."
"No living mortal, divine god or shadow can resist the true terror of, The Dewey Duck Tickle Onslaught II!"
The young duck immediately stuck his hands up Lena's shirt and grabbed at her sides.
"...Eesh, weird." Louie commented and slowly backed away.
"Uh, Dewey?" Huey walked up to his brother.
"Lena said she couldn't feel anything earlier. I doubt that will do any-" In a instant, the unsuspecting teenager began laughing loudly and kicking her legs in the air on the floor.
"Ha ha! See. I told you guys it would work!" Dewey stopped his wild assault on Lena.
"Just as I said! No living mortal, divine god, or shadow can resist the true terror of, The Dewey Duck Tickle Onslaught II!
"Trademark Dewey Duck."
"Oh boy, he even trademarked it..." Louie said in a deadpan way as he stared calmly at Lena, still laughing her lungs out on the floor.
"...Lena? You can stop laughing now." Dewey shook the teenager, taking notice of the tears gathering in her eyes.
"Man, that was way more effective than I thought it would be..."
"Well, I guess she could be having a particularly funny, dream." Mrs. Beakley said.
"I had a funny dream once..." Launchpad spoke up.
"Me and Penumbra where at the beach in our bathing suits for our second honeymoon, and-"
"WHAAAAAAAAT?!" The angry and confused moonlander lifted Dewey off the floor.
"I would never marry you, not even in your dreams!"
"Funny, you weren't too happy about it then too." Launchpad scratched his chin.
"-When suddenly, out of nowhere! The moon, which looked a lot like the Sunchaser, came crashing down towards us!"
"And then a flying triangle nacho chip guy with one eye gave us plastic tricycles to escape from our inevitable fiery death!"
"How is that even remotely funny?" Mrs. Beakley asked.
"You had to be there..."
"Uh, may I have your attention please?!" Violet spoke with a surprising about of emotion in her voice.
"Something is very wrong with Lena! Her body language is indicating a very high level of stress, and or a panic attack."
"G-G-GUUYYS?! I hear- Ahahahahahaha! M-M-Magicahahahaha!" The teenager laughed and struggled about like a broken puppet on strings.
"A-A-And t-t-two other VOICES!"
"I... s-s-still c-c-cahahahan't see anyahahahahathing!"
"W-W-WAHAHAHAHAHABBY!"
"S-S-She's- STAHAHAHARVINNGG!"
"Tired-"
"-F-F-Freezing!"
"Hands, everywhere... It hurts!"
"Mahahaha- Make it stahahahap!"
"I can't-"
"-help me."
Lena suddenly blacked out and fell face first onto the floor, her limbs still shaking and jerking uncontrollably.
"I think she's having a seizure!" Violet felt the teenager over and supported her head.
"Magica... You treacherous termagant."
"What on earth are you doing to poor Webbigail?" Scrooge looked out his office window and into the night.
"Lena! C'mon! Snap out of it!" Dewey gently slapped her face.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all..."
"LENA!"
"AaaaaaaaaaRRGGHH!" The teenager shrieked and began violently coughing up liquid shadows mixed with pained laughter.
'HhhhhhUUEY! DEWEEEEY! L-L-LOUIIEE!"
"VahahahaIOLEEET!"
"GRANNY! GRANNY!"
"Uncle SCROOOOGE!"
"Where are you?"
"Lena! WHHHHYYY?!"
"WHY WHY WHY WHY?!"
"WEBBY?!" Huey, Dewey, and Louie said aloud in unison and gathered around Lena.
"LENA?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! WHAT'S GOING ON?! LENNAAA!" Dewey was now screaming directly into the teenager's ear.
"WEBBY! I'm sorry for everything!" Louie sobbed into Lena's sweater.
"I'LL NEVER CON YOU INTO BEING MY PERSONAL MAID EVER AGAIN!"
"Wait, and you thought my hobbies were weird?" Dewey asked.
"...She's surprisingly good at folding laundry and catering." Louie suddenly stopped crying.
"THIS IS NOT THE TIME!" Huey shook his brothers.
"Aaarrgh!"
"Ma-Ma-Ma-MAGICA!"
"MAGICA MAGICA MAGICA!" Lena continued her hysterical mantra.
"Lena!"
"You hurt Lena! You MONSTER!"
"I'll... I'll- kiLL yOU." The teenager's voice cracked as she clawed at her face and bawled.
"M-Magica!"
"MAGICCAAA!"
"It-it HURTS! Errrrggh!"
"Strangers are danger!"
"Beakley! Where are you-' Scrooge yelled as his housekeeper covered her face and left the room."
"That's it!" Penumbra preped her ray gun.
"After I find this Magica creep, I'm going to personally reprimand her and then give her a piece of my mind!"
"Speak up earth child! Where's the other earth child?" The moonlander lifted the limp teenager by the collar of her shirt.
"Oh, my, stars..." Penumbra felt her heart sink.
"She's not breathing!"
"She- she can't be-"
...
"...I see something, Lieutenant Penumbra." Lena whispered barely loud enough to hear.
"Yes, YES!" The moonlander burst into tears of joy and hugged her.
"Ha-ha! What a trooper!"
"I'm so proud of-"
Penumbra suddenly grew stoic.
"I mean. Yay, you did it."
"What do you see lass? Can you tell were Webbigail is?" Scrooge asked.
Lena slowy turned her head to face the old duck and blinked.
"I see..."
...
"Me."
A/N: So... Any good guesses on what Scrooge McDuck's most prized possession was?