A/N: Hey there duckfans. Before we start, I have quite a bit of important DuckTales updates and information about the future of this fic. If you stick around with me for awhile, it'll hopefully be worth your time.
First off, sorry for the short delay in getting this chapter out. As it took me awhile to plan out the future chapters and where the plot will go from here. And that the area near where I live was hit by two tornados. Thankfully, I'm alive and well. And I don't plan on dying and abandoning this fic any time soon...
Secondly, get excited! Because the Italian DuckTales Facebook page has recently confirmed that Season 3 of the DuckTales reboot premieres in the US this April! Woo-oo!
And thirdly, I had to swap plot elements in and out a bit to fix the pacing for this chapter, as it was originally going to be called something else. Oh, and I also added a surprise cameo from a character that I'm glad is going to return in season 3. Hope you enjoy his short appearance!
Thanks for all your comments and helping me figure out what to write. I appreciate the support.
Oh, and just in case you were wondering, chapter 9 used to be an update chapter, untill I deleted it... So some of the reviews might not perfectly go along with the chapter order.
"In recent news, Duckburg police are still searching for a missing eleven-year-old that was reported missing since Thursday the third."
"An Amber Alert was issued that evening for Webbigail Vanderquack, reportedly taken from her apparent residence of McDuck manor."
"Officials are saying to keep a sharp eye out for the woman who is being charged for kidnapping her, along with a hefty series of other serious crimes. Including assault, child neglect, domestic violence, destruction of private property, prostitution, and initiating a war."
"That's right! The same fugitive sorceress involved in The Shadow War over a year ago in Duckburg, Magica De Spell. But was Ms. De Spell vindictive, or the victim?"
"Possibly connected to this very case, an anonymous citizen has suggested a credible lead that Scrooge McDuck could be imprisoning and trafficking foreign refugee children from his trillionaire mansion atop Killmotor Hill."
"Mr. McDuck hasn't come forward to answer any further questions."
"This is Roxanne Featherly. Reporting live fro-" The ambitious news reporter was promptly silenced as a grey feathered finger tapped the blinding bright screen she was being displayed from.
"That, old Scottish rich boomer of a miser..."
"He still doesn't have anything close to a social media presence, and is still somehow getting more attention online than me."
The tech billionaire known as Mark Beaks crushed a small carton of kid's fruit juice with Scrooge McDuck's face crudely drawn on it in his hand threw into the fire in front of him.
"Just you wait McDuck. Soon, you and all your fame will fall straight into the river, and no rescue helicopter will be built to come and save you..."
He picked up another carton of juice from the large wooden pallet beside him and scribbled another face on it with a black marker.
"A squirrel dying in front of your mansion will be more relevant than you after I'm done..."
"Think you can hide yourself and all those kids away in your mansion huh?"
"Well-" Taking out the short plastic straw that came with the carton, he struggled to stab it through the top and slurped out all the juice from inside.
"-You can't hide from me McDuck!"
Beaks got up from his reclining lawnchair that was placed in front of a short pedestal fan. It was plugged into a noisy potable generator and spinning on the highest speed possible.
"You may have your mansion, you may have your millions. You may have your Gizmoduck..."
"But I have-" The lanky parrot dangerously perched himself on the edge of his Waddle skyscraper and snaped his smartphone onto a robotic selfie stick.
"-Superior intellect! Ha-ha!" He waved his phone in the air and lengthened the rod to at least twenty feet long.
"Not counting the most powerful, state of the art, high-speed tech on the planet! Courtesy of Waddle."
"Along with-" Beaks looked down, realizing he was still holding a carton of juice in his hand.
"-Oh. Heh-heh, right." He lightly tossed the empty juice box into the pile of hundreds of burning boxes behind him.
"Okay! Let's see what you're doing in there gramps..." He aimed his phone directly towards Scrooge McDuck's mansion with it's camera recording on one-hundred percent zoom.
"You've gone too far this time McDuck..."
"Getting all the police in Duckburg worked up by reporting your niece kidnapped like that... When they could be spending time with their families... Watching television on their Waddle smart TVs."
"She's been kidnapped all right... Kidnapped by you!"
"In fact, she's probably not even your niece..."
Beaks recklessly dangled himself even farther off the edge of his building, raising his voice over the sounds of the loud city night.
"You hypocrite! This is why Magica hates you so much. You're making her out to be the villain, when YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S UP TO NO GOOD!"
"Can't YOU SEE?! THIS IS WHY SHE WANT'S TO GET REVENGE ON YOU!"
"...Poor Magica."
"Mark my words McDuck!" He yelled out into the darkened city of Duckburg, unaware that a bright-blue light was gathering closely behind him.
"ME! MARK BEAKS! Will fully EXPOSE YOU... for the truly filthy-rich featherbag YOU TRULY AR-" Suddenly, a sturdy hot tub with all sorts of gizmos and gadgets attached to it flashed into reality and crashed down onto the roof of the building.
"-Waaah-ah-AAH!" The ignorant billionaire fell backwards in surprise, losing his grip on the selfie stick.
"No! No, no no no no!" Beaks crawled forward in a panic to retrieve his worthless footage slipping through his fingers and off the roof.
"Oh, no..." He hung off the edge of the building and watched as his brightly illuminated phone screen shattered upon impact.
"Oh, and by the way-" A familiar voice spoke to him from the darkness.
"-Why are you burning kid's juice cartons?"
"No- wait, wait. Ask a stupid guy a stupid question, get a stupid guy answer..."
The voice disappeared along with a bright flash of light.
"...Whhhaaaat-" Beaks was quickly interrupted by the hot tub reappearing right where it had vanished.
"Finally! I'm home!" A younger duck wearing glasses and an ancient greek chiton jumped out of the hot tub and breathed in the contaminated city air, abandoning his five passengers still shrouded in darkness.
"Ahhh. The dusty winds of the vast, free wilderness. The thrill and excitement of gold nuggets and whirlwinds in the air!"
"The- This is not the new west..." The self-important duck looked around, somehow feeling that he had to state the obvious.
"I thought you said you were taking me back to the present west. Not the past... Present... Future... Err. Whatever the devil this place is."
"Uh, sorry Mr. Rockerduck." A latin voice spoke from darkened corner of the roof.
"Must of- Must of set the coordinates for new west."
"Uugh. How in the world do you expect me to become historically famous if I'm here? Dawdling about with-" Rockerduck stepped forward to examine the unusual figure.
"-Uh, I'm not exactly sure what to call you..."
"...A billionaire?" Beaks replied.
"Bah!" He slapped Beaks across the side of his face.
"If you're considered an entrepreneur of the future, the future of the well-respected and dignified filthy rich is looking pretty grim..."
"...Ow." Beaks rubbed his face.
"Eh, whatever. I'll be dead by then anyway." The duck walked away and climbed back into the hot tub.
"Take me back to the past o great wizards! And uh... singular, smooth skinned witch."
"...And maybe afterwards, I won't have you all burned alive at the stake."
"Excuse me... WiiiITTCH?!" A particularly loud and angry feminine voice roared out from the darkness.
"DON'T YOU DARE COMPARE ME TOO THAT, repulsive reprobate Magica De Spell!"
"Oh holy moon cheese, I'm starting to talk like Scrooge..."
"Wait, Scrooge?" Beaks squinted his eyes enough to see the tall dark shape of Scrooge McDuck's hat and head in the tub.
"Aha! There you are Scrooge! Aahhh-" Beaks ran forward in an attempt to tackle Scrooge to the ground.
With a flying leap, he wrapped his arms around 'Scrooge' and began punching him as hard as he could.
"You've had it McDuck! You should have hired a personal trainer a long time ago... like me."
"Because I, Mark Beaks! Am smarter than the smarties! Trendier than the trendies!"
"...And- Uh oh-" He fell backwards as 'Scrooge' stood several unsettling feet above him.
"No no no! Ahhh- I surrender, I surrender! Please don't hurt me, Please don't hurt me!" Beaks pitifully shielded himself behind his own hands.
"Tougher, than the toughies?" 'Scrooge' clapped his hooves together, unharmed from Mark's prior assault.
"YES-ESS-ESSS!"
"...Wait what?"
Beaks quickly uncovered his eyes to see a decapitated bipedal horse with a stone head of Scrooge on it's neck standing tall in the fire light.
"Oh Hi Mark... Beaks." He slowy clapped in Morse code.
"Hey! You're not Scrooge!" The young billionaire realized angrily.
"YOU, DON'T, SAY?" The horse calmly replied.
'Manny... You can dismember the ineffectual write-off later..." Another voice began.
"Don't forget our urgent mission..." The figure's stren face was suddenly illuminated by the light of a large lightbulb with arms and legs standing on his shoulder.
'Awww." Manny clapped sadly.
"I hope for all your sakes, this, ahem... urgent mission you're referring to is returning me back to my own time." Rockerduck dusted himself off and adjusted his head.
"I have grown quite impatient of your reckless endeavours..."
"Should we really take him back?" Fenton whispered in Gyro's ear.
"This is the infamous robber baron John D. Rockerduck afterall..."
"Wouldn't it be doing history a great favor we just left him-"
"Ap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap." Scrooge's head scientist interrupted.
"Not returning him to the past would re-write history, which most likely will affect the lives of our family trees and disrupt the timeline..."
"...or it would destroy all of time and space."
"Hmm, too many variables. Not sure which is worse..."
"And do you really want to take this wildly demanding, crooked upper class twit along with us?" Gyro spoke aloud.
"I can only take two demanding twits at one time..."
"I hope you don't mean-" Manny began.
"Excuse me, crooked?" Rockerduck acted offended.
"I prefer the term, business savvy."
"Eh, but at least it's nice to see my ultimate importance in your very lives..."
"I just had a thought." Fenton suddenly spoke up.
"Oh, a first for you I see..." Gyro commented.
"What if, the present universe we're currently living in is a re-written timeline brought forth by us time traveling to the past, thus inspiring the concept of time travel in the first place?"
"...Mind, blown." Manny clapped twice, with the most excited expression on his face he could pull off.
"Well, no time to dwell on that..." Gyro stood up calmly and flipped up the hot tub's control panel.
"Off, to the old west!"
"New west!" Rockerduck corrected.
"But, Dr. Gearloose. We have all the time we want, time travel remember?" Fenton reminded.
"The twit has a point." Manny clapped.
"...Shut up."
Gyro flipped a switch and the hot tub vanished out of thin air and into the night sky, leaving Mark all by himself on the roof of his building.
"So... That kinda just happened."
...Bzzt! Bzzt! As if on cue, one Beaks several unharmed smartphones vibrated in his pocket.
Quickly unlocking his phone, he opened up his public E-mail account.
"Ooh, to Mark Beaks... Ha-ha! That's me. M-A-R-K, BEAKS!"
"If you want to get revenge against Scrooge McDuck, meet me at Funso's Fun Zone in an hour. The front door, will be unlocked. Step inside, to make the arrangements."
"Hmmm..." Beaks re-read the message carefully.
"Not sure who BEaGle1234 is, but they sound trustworthy."
"Huuuhhh!" He gasped loudly.
"Of course! Magica! She want's to team up with me so she can get revenge against Scrooge for framing her!"
"Ahh-ha! Well, Ms. De Spell. You picked the right BEAKS for the job!"
"With my superior intellect, and your, oh so sinister revenge monologues..."
"I'll- ...I mean we'll prove once and for all that- Oooh! We should come up with a team name!"
"Ooh! Ooh! How about... Margica?
"I mean, it sounds a whole lot better than Magiark..."
Bzzt! Bzzt! Beak's smartphone vibrated again.
"I am not MAGICA!" The latest message read boldly.
"Ha-Ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it... Wanted to surprise me right?" Beaks stuck his phone back into his pocket.
"Okaaayy! Mysterious person who is definitely NOT Magica De Spell, because she doesn't even know how to use technology!"
"See you in exactly... Fifty-seven minutes!"
"Beaks out!"
...
"Mr. McDuck. Mr. McDuck..."
"SCROOGE McDUC-"
"LAD! WHAT?!" Scrooge in Louie's body stopped circling the small pedestal in the room with him.
Standing in the groove he had dug out, he was now face to face with Della's oldest son, Huey.
"Err, Beakley..."
"...Mr. McDuck, now-"
"-I know, I know." Scrooge interrupted.
"We should have prepared for this. We treated Magica too lightly, let her regain her powers, and snatch Webbigail away from us."
"Your only granddaughter, locked up tight somewhere out there by that wicked witch De Spell."
"And I know what you're going to ask. How is waking in circles in 'The Other Bin' going to get back..."
"I have no idea... Oh how I am so out of ideas."
"No, I was going to ask if you where down here looking for something to help us locate Webby..." Mrs. Beakley spoke with Huey's voice.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing..." Scrooge replied.
"Everything down here is either worthless in locating missing ducklings, or too risky to use in the first place."
"We've hit a dead end... Magica has us right were she wants us."
"We are literally, sitting ducks..."
"UNCLE SCROOGE!" Huey in Beakley's body suddenly burst into the room.
"W-Webby, lungs, smoke, she's dying! Nooooo-" He aimlessly ran back out into the rest of the storage hall.
"La-Lad?!"
"UNCLE SCROOGE!" Dewey in Launchpad's body ran up from out of nowhere and knocked his uncle to the floor.
"...Heh, crashed it."
"What?"
"Uncle Scrooogge!" Dewey lifted his confused uncle in the air and shook him about.
"A zombie is... A zombie is..."
"-Ahhhh no! My precious pamperer!" Louie in Scrooge's body ran into the room in a panic with tears in his eyes.
"Oh wow, neat place..." He immediately calmed down to his casual self.
"Mind if I take a quick, highly-educational look around?"
"Huh? Oh- Oh sure. But! But just don't touch-" Scrooge watched as Louie disappeared from sight.
"Uhhhhh. Anything..."
"...Ummm. May I continue now?" Dewey asked.
"Huh?"
"Uncle Scrooge! The- The zombie of Jim Starling has teamed up with Magica and is attacking Webby!"
"Excuse me, who?"
"JIM STARLING... The famous actor, the guy with the chainsaw... Dewey hinted.
"...Darkwing Duck."
"Wait what?" Scrooge was taken back in shock.
"But, but-"
"Yeah. And not only that, he's also forcing her to smoke cigars!"
"C-CIGARS?!" Mrs. Beakley's mood immediately shifted into anger.
"She's only eleven! Who does that living corpse think he is?!"
"...Negaduck." Dewey ominously loomed over Webby's grandmother.
"The terror that flaps in the night... The licorice jellybean, in the candy dish of goodness...
"Nega-wha?" Scrooge questioned.
"NEGADUCK!" Dewey loudly repeated himself.
"C'mon! You've got younger ears and everything. Your hearing can't be that BAD."
"Well, this is all happening so fast. How are we supposed to keep track of-"
"-Wait, how in blazes did you three kids get in here?"
"Four." Violet in Randy's body stuck her head in the door frame.
"...Five." Launchpad did the same.
"Launchpad you're not a kid..." Violet corrected him.
"But am I really?" Launchpad in Dewey's body spoke in deep thought.
"Ever since that fateful day, I've been beginning to see the light. Am I a man, or am I a child? These are legitimate questions..."
"...I'm not too sure about that answer myself." The hummingbird scratched her chin.
"Uhhh. Violet?" Dewey walked up to Webby's close friend.
"Maybe this is a stupid question... But I've been meaning to ask you-"
"-Where is Randy? I haven't seen him since the night Magica kidnapped Webby. If mean, if he really cared about her that much, shouldn't he be here helping us find out where she is?"
"He's... he's not dead is he?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen him either." Violet spoke softly.
"I'm not sure where he lives. Or even if he lives in a house."
"It's like he just, disappeared..."
"...Oh, I just had a terrible thought." Dewey began.
"What if he was just another shadow spy sent by Magica to have Webby fall in love with him, just to break her heart?"
"Remember, she did have an suspiciously strong love for him. Kinda like she was in a trance."
"But would Magica really go that far just to toy with Webby's emotions?" Violet asked.
"Yes." Scrooge answered.
"Oh no, Webby..." Dewey felt his stomach drop.
"Well wherever he is, he took my a body along with him. Unless we find him, I could be stuck like this forever." Violet surprisingly didn't look very concerned.
"Does it feel like you're inhabiting the body of a shadow?" Dewey asked.
"That all depends, what's it like to be a living shadow?"
"I dunno. Have you had the sudden urge to spread across the ground at sunrise yet?"
"...Well, we could ask Lena." Violet completely ignored Dewey's last question.
"Speaking of Lena, shouldn't we-"
"-Hey Uncle Scrooge! Why is there an old police box in room 1963?" Mrs. Beakley was interrupted by Louie yelling down the hall.
"Eh! Lad no!" Hearing his nephew, Scrooge clambered out of the groove in the floor and ran out of the room.
As soon as he reached Louie, he quickly shut the door he was standing beside and attempted to pull him away.
"The stuff down here is dangerous! Apocalypse levels of dangerous!"
"I told you not to touch, anything!"
"Hey, I didn't lay a finger on it. Besides, it was much too old and dusty for my taste. Heh-heh."
"Louie!"
"What? It was just an old, worn out police box. Couldn't be worth more than a couple thousand dollars."
"It's NOT just an old, worn out police box. It's an unstable gate through time. Even barely touching it could send us all... barreling the to ends of time!"
"Time travel? Ha, that's impossible..." Penumbra scoffed as she walked up.
"Nobody could travel through time and live to tell about it."
"Wait..." Launchpad paused as he failed to check his own pulse.
"Does, does that mean we're all ghosts?! Or- Or worse, zombies?!"
"-AAAAAAAAAAHHH!" He ran off in fear.
"...What's his deal?" The moonlander asked in genuine concern.
"Eh, nothing. He just thinks he's a time traveling zombie." Scrooge rubbed his forehead.
"-AAAAHHH! MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!"
...
"Ding!" An imaginary light bulb appeared over Louie's head.
"...What?" Scrooge looked confused.
"What's a ding? Is that a new Earth term Della has failed to tell me about?" Penumbra asked.
"An idea..."
"We travel back in time to stop Webby from kidnapping Magica..." Louie explained proudly.
"...What?" Scrooge spoke after a uncomfortable amount of silence.
"Of, sorry. Heh-heh."
"Just replace Webby with Magica and Magica with Webby then you've got it."
'...I already told you! That police box is dangerou-"
"-In Gyro's time tub!" Louie inturputed his uncle.
"...Oh no! Remember what happened last time? The Timephoon." Scrooge reminded him.
"Ugh. Look, Uncle Scrooge. That was all my fault okay? But we have to do something... And fast."
"You heard Lena, Magica is literally torturing Webby."
"If we don't rescue her soon... Or keep her from getting kidnapped in the first place. She could be scarred for the rest of her life..."
Mrs. Beakley sighed.
"Well, what other choice do we have?"
"...Call, Gyro." Louie took out Scrooge's golden flip phone from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Wait." Huey began.
"If we traveled back in time to the night Magica kidnapped Webby, doesn't that mean that we should have already met our future selves as they warned us about what was going to happen?"
"Or does it mean that it's impossible to keep Webby from being kidnapped because- because- our past selves should have- should have-"
"Aaugh! Time travel rules are way too confusing!"
"...At least let's try. Call him already!" Louie waved his hands in the air.
...
"UNCLE SCROOOGGE!" Donald in his sister's body ran full speed down the stairs while tripping a few times on her prosthetic leg before reaching them.
"Aaaaugh! Again?! How do you people keep getting in here?!" Scrooge stop dialing.
"UNCLE SCROOGE! UPSTAIRS! WEBBY! MAGICA! HURRY! WE GOTTA DO SOMETHIIING!"
Scrooge blinked.
"...Donald, even with Della's voice, I can hardly understand a word you say."
"Uuugh." Donald let Della's arms go limp.
"This is exasperating."
"Okay. I definitely understood that..." Scrooge said.
Huey sighed.
"Upstairs, Webby, Magica, hurry..."
"Oh, that makes sense. I thought he might have overloaded the washing machine again..." Scrooge put his phone away.
"...C'mon!" Donald lifted his uncle in his arms and quickly headed for the stairs.
"What?"
...
"Magica..." Bark Beaks whispered as he cracked open the front door of Funso's Fun Zone and stepped inside.
"Magica baby, your Beaksey is here!" He spoke into the eerie silence and darkness of the child's restaurant.
"Oh Magica... Magica De Speeeeell."
His grettings went unanswered.
"Huh, maybe she got the wrong directio- AAAAAHH!" He turned around to see Ma Beagle standing only inches in front of him with a disapproving expression on her face.
"...Beaks." Her voice was low and irritated.
"Magica? That is you in disguise right?" Beaks lit up her face with his smartphone's built in flashlight.
"Because the real Ma Beagle is much less scary- and also, when did you learn to imitate voic-"
"-Give me that!" The criminal snatched away his phone.
"Okay boys! Come on out!" She called out for her sons.
After ten seconds of only the air conditioning humming softly, Ma Beagle began to get impatient.
"Black Arts... Bigtime... Bouncer... Burger? Ugh! You four better not be getting at the snacks!"
"Wait. You hired the Beagle boys to help us get back at-"
"-Idiot!" Ma Beagle slapped him sharply.
"...Ow." Beaks rubbed his face again.
"I already told you. I am not MAGICA!"
"...Glomgold?" Beaks was almost sure of himself this time.
"For the love of a thousand bleeding hearts... BOYS!"
Dispite her loud and clear order, Ma Beagle was still met silence from her sons.
"Oh for cryin' out-"
"-Everyone here is a fool except me!"
"...Excluding me right?" Beaks asked.
"You idiot. What do you think B-E-A-G-L-E spells?"
"I don't know, let me see." Beaks said as he took back his phone and unlocked it.
"Oh, of course! B-E-A-G-L-E. Bagel." Beaks stated proudly as Ma Beagle stood speechless.
"I should have E-mailed Gabriel Eaglesias..."
"Hey, I've heard of him. He's a smart guy right?"
"...I can't believe it. You're somehow inventing new ways to be even more STUPID! Why do you think Magica would ever want to team up with you?" Ma Beagle asked crossly.
"Because, uh. She's a queen?" The billionaire spoke without looking up.
"Why don't you get your face out of your phone and start using your brain for something useful for once?"
"Oh, heh-heh. I do everything on my phone. As a lot of people do..."
Ma Beagle sighed quietly and re-adjusted her hat.
"Well Mr. Ignoramus McTech Geek. Maybe we can actually use that phone of yours to help take Scrooge McDuck and Magica down..."