Webbigail: So, you want more Fenton and Webby scenes? Alright, you've got it! Your wish, is my command. SHABOOEY!
*magik purple smoke intensifies*
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"Ma?"
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"Ma?"
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"MA?!"
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"MAAA?!" A tall grey beagle boy dressed in overly-edgy dark black clothing quickly opened up the twenty-fifth wooden door he had come across in his search and paused, staring silently into the spacious pantry inside.
Equally spaced apart in straight rows on the shelves, dozens and dozens of large beautiful jars of pure honey sat closely to each other, waiting patiently to be pried opened and enjoyed.
"Ooooh..." He wiggled his fingers and carefully snatched up a singular full jar in his gloved hands and unsuspiciously stuck it behind his back.
"...MAAAAAAA!? MAAAAAAAA?!" The excited Beagle Boy immediately went back to aimlessly running through the maze of hallways and doors in Doofus Drake's mansion.
"MAAAAAAAA?! MAAAAAAAA?! MAAA-" Accidentally knocking his now very annoyed mother, his jar of honey into her hand, and all his trick playing cards to the floor, he unsurprisingly found himself lying on top of her stomach.
"...MAAAAAAAA! MAAAAAAAA!" The incompetent Beagle Boy awkwardly fumbled and flailed around.
"WHAT?!" She glared coldly up at her exceedingly inept son.
"Look Ma-" Quickly taking back the jar, Black Arts pulled it out from his purple cape in a unnecessarily dramatic way and showed it off.
"-HOnEy!"
"...That's IT?!" Ma Beagle questioned angrily.
"What? No, no. Of course not." The Beagle reassured her.
"You remember the time I was trying out some suspiciously dark and edgy forbidden spells in the junkyard over a year ago and all our shadows came to life and ever since then I've been trying to re-create the spell?"
"...Yes?"
"It worked..." He simply confirmed.
"Get off, get off!"
"But, but aren't you proud of me Ma? Now we can create an infinite army of shadow warriors to-" The Beagle Boy was suddenly knocked against the wall as his mother swung her heavy purse at him.
Grabbing his dopey masked face in her hands, she pulled herself up as the hallway shook and trembled.
"You bumbling, commode-hugging, knee-walking DRUNK! This mansion is going down..."
"FOR THE SWEET LOVE OF EVIL RICH GOODNESS, CAN I DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!" He questioned aloud in great distress as he was painfully dragged away by his ear.
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"Let's see, orange Pep, grape Pep. Orange Pep, grape Pep. Orange Pep, grape Pep." The other Fenton in the Gizmosuit looked back and forth between the two various different flavors of soft drink in the open refrigerator in front of him.
"Ooooh, Pep Select!" The original Fenton jumped up and grabbed a cold bottle of orange soda in his feathered hand.
"Which of these do you think she likes best?"
Bang, bang! SMASH! Gyro Gearloose burst through the wooden door leading into the second largest kitchen in the mansion.
"You imbeciles, what are YOU DOING?! No seriously, tell me exactly what you are doing. I- I can't see very well right now..."
Slipping out from underneath his straw hat, Lil' Bulb lit himself up several times in Morse code to the half-blind scientist.
"Raiding the FRIDGE?!" Gyro questioned loudly as the little robotic helper quickly corrected himself.
"Excuse me... SODA FRIiiiIDGE?! WHERE'S THE KID?!"
Blinking a few times in confusion, both the Fentons pointed towards Gyro and spoke in unison.
"Currently, over your shoulder."
"Wait, is she actually-" The scientist turned to the still unconscious younger Penumbra on his shoulder and continued to freak out.
"The other, KIIiiiiID- sorry, my voice cannot handle all this inessential screaming." He stopped to sigh and clear his throat.
"Where, is, the, fish-kid?"
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"Oh, she's back there in the sink..." Both of the Fentons said as they turned away back to the fridge.
"Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl!" Webby laid blindly flat on her back with her head underneath a polished silver faucet, a downpour of water clean was splashing onto her face and in her mouth.
"What?! What, is she doing, in THEEERE?!" Gyro went back to his prior inessential screaming.
"Well, we- we tried to find bottled water for her to drink, but all we could find was Pep. Tons and tons and tons of Pep." The other Fenton chuckled.
"Cheery Pep, orange Pep, grape Pep, Sparkle cheery Pep, Sparkle orange Pep, Sparkle gr-"
"-A child, cannot survive, on PEEEEEPPP!" Gyro interrupted very loudly, his arms flailing wildly behind him.
"...Louie does." The original Fenton simply said.
"The girl?"
"Dr. Gearloose, her name is Webby. And last time I checked, heh, Louie was definitely a boy..." The other Fenton rubbed the back of his helmet.
"...WHAT?!" Gyro questioned as an emotionless rich kid with glasses calmly walked into the room and past him.
"Uhh, I'm pretty sure he's- uhh she's uhh, girl now..." The original Fenton paused and watched as the unfamiliar intruder stood above Webby in the sink.
"...I'm sorry, who are you?"
Slowly turning to face them with a stone-cold gaze, the young duck held up an oversized diamond studded golden ring in his hands.
"Doofus Vanderdrake. Subsequent spousal of Webbigail Vanderdrake... In marriage." He responded, causing Webby to immediately spew and cough up water in the air.
"MARRIAGE?!" The merduck sprung upwards in wide-eyed sudden shock.
"I hardly even know you! And I'm sure I don't want to know anything else new about you at ALL!"
"I'd rather marry Bubba, or- or Rakky, or- or LAUNCHPAAAADD!"
"Launchpad?" Both Fentons questioned quietly.
"Or- Or Huey! Or- Or- Dewey! Or- Or-"
"-Doofus..." The billionaire child fastened the golden ring around her left wrist and turned her around in the sink.
"BUT- BUT- You're a duck, I'm a fish, this goes against all the rules of human nature!"
Completely ignoring what Webby was trying to tell him, Doofus grabbed the fighting merduck by her tail to pull her out of the sink.
"NOOOOO! HE'S TOUCHING ME! MAKE HIM STOP TOUCHING MEEEE!" Webby screamed as loudly as she could as she held onto the edge of the counter for her life while Doofus calmly examined her tail in his tight sweaty grasp.
"Where are your holes Webbigail?" He asked as sniffed her shiny pink scales over.
"I always wanted to become a merduck slash mermaid slash sea warrior slash ancient sunken sea relic, but- what holes?" Webby suddenly paused.
"...WHAT HOLES?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK THERE?! WHAT IS HE DOING BACK THERE?! WHAT HOLES?!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! WHY DOES BEING KIDNAPPED CONSTANTLY LEAD ME TO BEING FORCIBLY ASSAULTED BY SOCIOPATHIC CREEPY WEIRDOS?!"
"This is, BY FAR, the stupidest rescue mission, I've ever been a part of. Interns, destroy the child." Gyro ordered.
"AAAAAAA- Wait. How many rescue missions have you been a part of, again?" Webby asked.
"...The successful ones?" Scrooge McDuck's head scientist slightly tilted his head as the merduck's expression changed to a mix of fear and intense disgust, mostly brought on by her new husband unceremoniously squeezing her tail in his hands.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! FENTONS, DR. GEARLOOSE PLEASE!" Webby begged as she continued to desperately hold onto the kitchen counter for dear life, unable to kick backwards at Doofus from her lack of legs.
"I- I can't brea-" The merduck finally let go of the counter as she began to choke and gasp silently for oxygen.
"Have no fear random fish! Uh- Uh, citizen!" The other Fenton in the Gizmosuit quickly raced up to Webby and pulled her away from her nonchalant assailant.
Snapping open the aluminium top off a can of cold grape Pep, the Latin superhero poured the soft drink down her mouth.
"Glug- Glug- Glug- Glug-"
"Intern, NOOO! DON'T GIVE HER THAT! THAT'S SODA! It'll just-
"Ahhhhhhh..." The satisfied merduck wiped off her bill with her feathered arm and sighed.
"...I needed that."
"Wait what?" Gyro looked confused.
"You, actually like that?"
"Glug- Glug- Glu-"
"-Of course! Grape is my absolute favorite! Thank you Gizmoduck for making my final living moments on this green planet, the BEST!"
"Glug- Glug- Glug-" Webby continued to gulp down the soda in her hands as Gyro only crossed his arms and frowned.
"Huh, unmatched wisdom from a dunce..."
"Glug- Glug- Glu-"
"-DO NOT CALL HIM A DUNCE! HE'S A PURE, BLESSED BEAUTIFUL BOY WHO'S DOING HIS BEST! Rrrrrragh!" The merduck angrily threw the can of grape Pep directly at Gyro, the aluminum can lightly hitting him and bouncing of his forehead.
"Wow. An eleven year old just boosted my ego. Maybe we should keep her around the lab more often..." The other Fenton stared forward blankly as he unknowingly petted Webby's head with his robotic hand.
"Dr. Gearloose, does past Webby seem a bit, off, to you?" The original Fenton asked.
"How should I know? I'm not her rich uncle. And as far as I know, this is her normal."
Looking down at the still half-filled can of grape soda at his feet, Gyro looked back up to Webby
"...Don't you need that to breathe?"
"Oh, heh. I still can't breathe. But who cares?! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIEEE- Wait..." The merduck exclaimed with a surprising amount of joy and then suddenly paused.
"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!?"
"You will if just waste the last minutes of your lives carousing away in some rich kid's kitchen." Ma Beagle stood in the open door frame with Black Arts' ear tightly in her fingers.
"I'm no expert on dark fantasies and the supernatural, but take it from somebody who has seen things that would make any normal commoner drop cold dead..."
"...This universe, and everything in it, is doomed."
"Sorry Ma." Black Arts began to apologize.
"I didn't realize that such a simple little dark spell could literally bring about the shadow apocalyp- YeeeeOWW!" He was cut short as his mother lifted him upwards by his ear.
"That big ball of shadows is quickly heading this way, getting bigger by the second, and my gut feellings is telling me that it won't stop anytime soon, for anything. Nothing can stop it..."
"I reckon you all obviously came from the future to rescue that kid for some, hopefully logical reason. So let me ask you time dandies a question, what were you fools fixin' on doing afterwards?"
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"Dr. Gearloose, we've rescued Webby, defeated Magica De Spell, and retrieved the Gizmosuit. But- But at what cost, bringing forth the end of the world and everything in it? Have we really, re-written history?" The original Fenton asked.
Gyro sighed.
"Surprisingly for once, it's not your fault..."
"Oh. Uh, thanks Dr. Gearloose." The original Fenton rubbed the back of his feathered head.
"Wow, heh. It sure is a load off my mind to know that-"
"-It's her fault." The scientist finished, simply pointing to the young moonlander over his shoulder.
"THAT'S RIGHT. Everyone give a great big round of applause to the alien instigator of irreversible universal doom. Your friend and not mine, Lieutenant Penumbra. Now WHOOOO could have seen that coming?"
"Oh really?" An unfamiliar deep and malicious voice spoke from somewhere in the large kitchen as the lights flickered and shorted out, the mansion shaking from the rapidly growing mass of darkness inside it.
"An instigator of irreversible universal doom is she?" The voice cackled loudy and then paused.
"Don't make me laugh..."
"Friend of yours?" Gyro turned to Ma Beagle standing closely behind him, she only barely shook her head with a mildly cross expression on her face.
"There's only room for one instigator of doom and destruction in this UNIVERSE!" The voice continued as a red smoke bomb was thrown down from a sturdy pot rack hanging above and a darkened caped figure emerged out of the thick smog.
"...And that would be me."
"I am the HORROR that stalks in the NIGHT!" The masked duck revved up a chainsaw in his hands and held it high.
"I am the-"
"-UHHH! The purple hero guy! He's changed costumes on us and turned evil!" The other Fenton in the Gizmosuit quickly backed away with Webby safely in his hands.
"WHHHAATT?! I am not any, PURPLE HERO GUY! Are you kidding ME?! YUuuck..."
"I am THE-" The darkened figure was once again awkwardly interrupted by Webby gasping desperately for air in the other Fenton's hands.
"Uh oh. Sorry, got to go. Bye!" Gizmoduck politely waved before racing out of the kitchen with Gyro, Ma Beagle, and Black Arts being dragged close behind.
"Yeah, uh, see you later. As well. Bye!" The original Fenton also waved and quickly followed them.
"HEY! I didn't introduce myself yet! Where do you all think you're going?! STOOOOOP!" The egocentric caped duck dropped his chainsaw to the floor and chased after everyone who had deserted his dramatic entrance.
"Oh sweet Webbigail. Why can't you see? You were just made to be mine, as I was made for you. Still so blind, young, and naive, why can't you see?"
Doofus Drake stood completely alone in the darkness with his shiny reflective glasses over his eyes and pulled out a remote from his pants pocket.
"One day, you will become, mine..."
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"Get back here! Get back here! Nobody ditches Jim Starling in his prime and makes it out ALIVE!" The demented masked duck grabbed the original Fenton by his legs and dragged him to the floor as everyone else ran ahead of them.
"No, my skin! So very baby soft, so easily bruisable!" Struggling away from his attacker and quickly standing to his feet, the Latin duck looked back to see the now swiftly approaching wave of shadows and immediately switched into full hero mode.
"You all go on ahead! I'll, hold him off!"
"...Wait, why does that suddenly sound so ominous?" He paused.
"But, without the Gizmosuit how can I- That's it! Ha-ha! Your weapons are right here. Fist numeral uno, and fist numeral dos."
Fenton rolled back his short sleeves and threw himself at Jim Starling right as he jumped up to pounce on him, holding his arms high above his torn red fedora.
"WHAT?! HOW ARE YOU DOING SO GOOD?!"
"I am the one thing in life I can control. I am inimitable. I am, an original..." Fenton closed his eyes and let his head drop as both he and Jim Starling were swallowed together into the mass of growing darkness.
"Aaaaaahhh-" The mask duck's screams were muffled into silence as the shadows slowly ate him alive.
"Intern!"
"Fenton!"
"MEEEEE!" Gyro, Webby, and the other Fenton watched as their ally disappeared into the void of shadows behind them.
"In hindsight, this is all still the moon dummy's fault. And yes, I said it..."
"Dr. Gearloose, she was only trying to help!" The surviving Fenton tried to explain.
"LOOK!" The exhausted little merduck pointed forward with her finger to the front door of the mansion.
"FINALLY! SWEET FREEDOOOOOM! WOOOOO- Wait... What about LENA?! WE CAN'T LEAVE HER BEHIND LIKE THIS!"
"Webby, I already told you. Lena is safe and sound in the present." Fenton held Webby up in both of his hands.
"But- But didn't you guys already re-write history?"
"DID YOU GUYS JUST RETCON LENA STRAIGHT OUT OF EXISTENCE?!" Webby stuck her face right up against Gizmoduck's visor.
"No, no. I'm sure it's nothing like that. Heh-heh. Magica De Spell just took over her body or something so we had to tie her up, that's all..."
"...WHHHAATT?! HOW COULD YOU?! Oh wait, my inner hypocrisy swells."
Throwing open the front door, Fenton tried to carry Webby out into the large stormy world outside, but was suddenly stopped as her thick golden ring around her wrist magnetically attached itself to the doorframe.
"AHHHHHH! MY ARM! MY ARM!" The trapped merduck cried out as Doofus Drake was now standing silently behind them with a remote in his hand.
"Oh no, Dr. Gearloose! Our load has been slowed!"
"Just, LEAVE IT BEHIND!" Webby ordered loudly in her shrill, shrieky voice.
"HOW?! WE CAN'T TAKE IT OFF!" Gyro tugged against her golden shackle in an attempt to pull her free.
"MY ARM! JUST CUT IT OFF AND LEAVE IT BEHIND!"
"Amputation?!"
"Della did it..." The merduck simply explained as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
"Della Duck is a borderline, self-sadistic, contemptible PERSON! You, are a FISH-CHILD!"
"What did you say about MY FAMILY?!"
"You're not related to them!"
"Only by law... Which means NOTHING! Uuuuh!" Webby gasped loudy from the lack of oxygen and dread as Doofus calmly approached her.
"HE'S GETTING CLOSER!"
"UGGH! Did you absolute morons forget already?!" Ma Beagle snatched away the remote from the emotionless child billionaire standing beside her and pressed the biggest button on it.
"Simple actions, bring simple-"
BOOM!
A massive muffled explosion went off somewhere in the mansion, cutting off all the electricity in it and letting both Webby and Fenton fall through the door and out onto the front porch.
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"If the world wasn't ending, I'd seriously recommend you'd get that fixed- WAAAHHH?!" Plowing straight past Ma Beagle and Black Arts in the foyer, a small grey robot flew out of the wall of shadows and the front door at high speeds.
"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT THING?!" Webby questioned loudly in her squeaky tired voice as Gyro just audibly gasped in shock.
"It, it can't, be..."
"What? What is it-" Fenton tried to ask as Ma Beagle walked over him, still dragging her son behind her and out into the storm.
"...Webbigail." Doofus suddenly stood tall above his precious Webbigail on the porch and held out an open hand to her from inside the doorframe.
The little merduck sighed.
"Just because your rich doesn't mean you can do and have whatever you want. People should have the right to choose their own paths in life, and not be forced into marrying someone they hardly even know..."
"Wait, what is happening?" Gyro asked.
"Can't you see? You can't force someone to love you. The best you can do is strive to be someone worthy of loving... EXCEPT YOU! YOU CAN JUST FALL IN A HOLE AND DIE!"
"Rrrrrragh!" Webby threw the last empty can of grape Pep at Doofus' forehead, the can lightly hitting him and bouncing off into the grass.
"Theeeere we go..." Gyro nodded in approval with a smile.
"Oh, well. The darkness consumes me from behind. I'm sure we'll meet again sweet Webbigail, in the next life..."
With little to no visible emotion on his face, Doofus finally let himself get sucked backwards into the growing void of shadows behind him, his eerily calm voice slowly fading to silence.
"...I WON'T BE WHERE YOU'RE GOING MISTER!" The merduck screamed back as Fenton just casually lifted her up in his hands and something hovered closely above them
"Hi, I'm BOYD. A definitely real BOOOOOOYYYY!" The small robotic parrot's voice shifted into a deep demonic tone as it's eyes glowed bright red.
"WAAAAaaagh?! 2BO!" Gyro fell back in fear as he was barely able to recognize him without his glasses.
"Wait, Dr. Gearloose? What are you doing here?" The robot asked in his normal voice as he continued to hover with his rocket-feet.
"Let me guess, friend of yours?" Ma Beagle asked in a very condescending tone.
"Dr. Gearloose, what is going on-"
"-DON'T ASK! HURRY! Just take Webby to the Time Tub!" Gyro quickly interrupted Fenton and tried to push him away.
"Sorry, my programming is telling me to destroy you all, or possibly to employ you all..."
"Well, since your obviously one of Gyro's creations that turned evil, I'd say it's probably destroy us all..." Webby simply confirmed for him.
"Thank yoooou!" The robot politely thanked her before fully re-activating his weapons system.
"WEBBY!" Both Gyro and Fenton exclaimed in exact unison.
"What? Oh, heh-heh, right..." The merduck softly chuckled in embarrassment and blushed.
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"Just GOOOOOOO!" Scrooge McDuck's head scientist ordered as he pushed Fenton forward the Time Tub parked on the far side of the yard.
Sleeping all by himself despite his cold stony eyes being very wide open, a ghostly bipedal horse laid comfortably on his back in a large empty hot tub, unaware that the entire world was literally ending all around him.
"Manny!" Fenton inside the Gizmosuit began as he struggled to simultaneously fight off BOYD flying all around him and safely hold onto Webby.
"Take the Time Tub to a different time fill it up with water and travel back hurry!"
"But why?" Manny clapped in Morse code, eventually taking notice of the dying little merduck holding tightly onto Fenton's right hand.
"Oh."
Taking the small remote control in his hooves, the intern somehow managed to make the improvised time machine and himself flash out of reality.
"Sorry! Sorry! Ever so sorry! Sorry!"
"Sorry, sorry, sorry!"
"Stop, apologizin- Uugh, uuh, help-" Webby was promptly cut off as she was barely able to speak from her now dangerous lack of breath.
"Sorry Webby." Both Fenton and BOYD apologized quickly as they continued swinging their fists at each other as the merduck only held on for dear life.
"...Sorry it took a while." Manny immediately clapped as he flashed back into existence and stood tall in the now filled with water Time Tub.
"Manny, catch!" Fenton rolled a few yards backwards away from BOYD and threw the choking merduck high in the air as the robotic parrot suddenly decided to change it's target and tackle the horse to the ground instead.
"I sincerely apologize in advance, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to tear your brittle head off."
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Manny clapped in pain as BOYD began to slowly decapitate him.
"AAAAAAHHH- Oh no! Manny- Huh?"
Webby felt time slow down to a crawl as she hit the top of her trajectory in the dark stormy sky. Feeling some sort of mysterious mystical power begin to awaken inside her as the thunder rummbled overhead, the merduck growled and swung her right arm around and aimed it directly at the robot's metallic, feathered head.
"YOU, WILL, NOT... HURT, MY... FRIIIEEENDD!"
Right as Webby's fist made contact with it's target as she fell, her eyes glowed pure white as a bolt of lightning struck the end of her tail, knocking both Manny's and BOYD's heads onto the sidewalk as she roughly rolled into the empty road.
"...Oh, MY, GOD." A headless Manny clapped in shock.
"Did I do good?" Webby barely managed to ask before her arms gave out underneath her and she collapsed face first onto her stomach, her bruised body sizzling in the light rain.
Quickly standing up and lifting the still smiling unconscious merduck in his hooves, Manny gently dropped Webby into the Time Tub and stuck his stone head back onto his neck.
"Uuhhh! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Gyro asked as he and Fenton finally made their way up to the makeshift time machine on the sidewalk.
"The pink fish-kid wiped out the grey robot-kid. With, LIGHT-NING." Manny clapped excitedly to them.
"Oh, well that would explain the steaming." Gyro turned his head to Webby who was motionlessly floating face-down on the surface of the water.
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"UHHHuuhUH!" Fenton suddenly gasped loudly as he looked behind him.
"Dr. Gearloose, look!"
The entirety of Doofus Drake's billionaire's treehouse had been completely swallowed in the now massive black sphere of swirling shadows, the mass of thick darkness still growing larger as the storm only grew worse and worse.
"Just in the NICK OF TIME! C'MON!" Gyro quickly climbed into the Time Tub with Lieutenant Penumbra still safely over his shoulder and pulled Fenton in as well.
"There, I think that's everyone. Now we can- where's the remote?" Scrooge McDuck's head scientist paused.
"...WHERE'S THE REMOTE?! MANNY, WHERE'S THE REMOTE?! WHERE'S THE REMOTE?!"
"Hands up heroes..." Ma Beagle spoke as the familiar sound of a shotgun being cocked could be heard from behind them.
"I promised a long and successful future for the Beagle family, and no so called shadow apocalypse is going to make me break that promise. We'll be going along with you."
"Now!" Gyro felt the cold barrels of a gun push against the back of his head.
"Scoot aside..."
"Sorry, we don't have the remote. And without it, we're not going anywhere." Gyro frowned as he continued to hold his hands high above his head.
"...Of course you don't you dolt! I already swiped it away from your weird, horse- thing. I'm not an idiot! Now, BOYS!"
"I suddenly feel violated." Manny clapped with his hooves in the air.
As soon as they heard their mother's loud and clear order, Bouncer, Burger, and Black Arts being dragged behind by Big Time emerged from the bushes and quickly clambered into the crowded hot tub.
"Is it true Ma? Are we really gonna travel through literal time and spacetime? Whoa, this water's cold..."
"Ugh. Shut it Big Time. Now! We can- where's the remote?" Ma Beagle stuck her hand in her purse to feel for the remote.
"...WHERE'S THE REMOTE?! WHERE'S THE REMOTE?!"
"YOU DON'T HAVE IIiiit?!" Gyro questioned very loudly in sudden panic and obvious frustration as Webby slowly began to wake up.
"Of course I don't have it! You think I'd ask where's the remote if I knew where's the remote?! Wait a minute..." She turned to face her four sons who quickly smiled and waved to her.
"...Alright you numbskulls!" Ma Beagle angrily recocked her shotgun and aimed it at her sons who immediately held their hands up in fear along with Webby.
"Where's the remote?!"
"Don't worry Ma. It's always in the last place you look for it." Big Time reassured her with a smile.
"Well in your case, underneath your hat..." His mother frowned.
Pausing to think back for moment, Big Time lit up and simply pulled the remote in question out from underneath his hat and held it in front of his face.
"Oh..."
"I wanna give it to her!"
"I stole it first!"
"I deserve to do something right for a change!" The four Beagle Boys immediately began stupidly fighting for the remote.
"YOU IDIOTS!" Ma Beagle quickly held her shotgun up to them as Gyro didn't seem to care.
"Don't worry Ma. I've got the-" Slipping out from Big Time's wet hand and falling into the water with an audible plop, the remote sank all the way to the bottom of the overcrowded hot tub.
"Intern, remember when I said this is by far the stupidest rescue mission I've ever been a part of? Well, this is now the stupidest LIFE experience I've ever been a part of..." Gyro frowned in annoyance.
"...YOU BUFFOONS!" Ma Beagle continued to hold up her shotgun in anger.
"Don't worry-" Webby instinctively held her breath and swam down into the water to retrieve the small remote in her bill.
"-Got it! Wait, what is happening?" As soon as the merduck resurfaced, she was met with shotgun barrels up to her face.
"Freeze..."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" A familiar feminine voice cried out as a massive hand made of shadows reached down and snatched the shotgun away from Ma Beagle and threw it up in the sky, causing it the get struck by a random bolt of lightning and fall to the ground.
"...What does that sailor duck of your's say at times like this again?" Ma Beagle asked.
"Aw, phooey?" Webby wondered.
"That's it."
"THE DARKNESS APPROACHES." Manny clapped loudly in warning.
"Wait, did that mystical buff shadow hand sound awfully familiar to you guys?" The merduck asked with her hand on her chin.
"...What?" Gyro questioned.
"WEBBIIIIIIIIIIEE!" A dark living shadow still connected to the massive sphere of darkness by her feet suddenly freed herself from the rapidly expanding mass of shadows and struggled to run up to her best friend in the hot tub.
"Lena? LENA! You're OKAY! I think..." Webby smiled widely as she held out her open hand to the scruffy looking shadow named Lena Sabrewing.
"NO, GET BACK! She could be dangerous!" Scrooge's head scientist quickly lifted the merduck up and backwards to safety.
"But, it's, LENA!"
"WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH HER?!" Gyro questioned as he fought to hold Webby still and Ma Beagle quietly slipped into the Time Tub.
"...I am not obsessed with her! I just love her with all my little fish HEART and SOUL!"
"Uhh, Dr. Gearloose? I don't think that's a very good ide-"
"-You, will, not, keep, me, away, from, my, best... FRIIIIEEEENNDDD!" The merduck screamed as she began to swing her fist around in a circle in Gyro's tight grasp.
"You wouldn't dar-"
WHAM! Webby socked him right in the face with the remote in hand, instantly knocking him unconscious in the water.
"Lena, Lena!" The merduck almost immediately transitioned back to peak joy as she carelessly threw the Time Tub's remote backwards into Fenton's hands and once again held her hand out to Lena on the sidewalk.
"Sorry Webby, time to go!" The Latin intern pressed the button down just as Webby made contact with her friend's dark shadowy finger, causing the Time Tub and everyone in it to flash out of reality and leaving Lena all by herself in the now heavy rainstorm.
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"Webby?"
"Webby?!"
"WEBBY?!"
"WEBBY, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"N-No, no, no no, no."
The shadow fell flat to her face on the ground and bawled as the mass of darkness behind her continued to slowly grow and consume everything alive in it's path, sparing nothing but Lena's cries of despair for her very best friend.
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"Uhh! C'mon, c'mon! Get into your happy place, get into your happy place! Money, treasure, complete pampering..."
"Louie, STOP! Lena is dead, you are an old man, I am an old woman, Webby has been kidnapped by you know who and taken to who knows where, and a manchild in a child's body is LITERALLY PILOTING THE PLANE!"
"This is your Captain speaking, if you look out the back of the plane, you'll see a beautiful orange sunset all across the horizon. And if you look out the front of the plane, you will see what looks like a curved mountain of eerie darkness rapidly approaching."
"The visibility out there is less than zero folks. I'm not totally sure where we are, but hey, at least we're still in the air..."
"WAAAUHH?!" Launchpad McQuack fell out of his swivel chair as the Sunchaser quickly came to a compete stop, the bottom of it scraping against hard stone and rock.
"You just HAD, to jinx it!"
"Ugh, Uncle Scrooge. Your talking to Launchpad trapped in Dewey's body. That's like double the reckless endangerment to us all." Huey in Mrs. Beakley's body explained.
"Oh, right, fair point."
"...RRRAAAaaaaUGGH!" Della in Donald's body kicked the inside wall of the Sunchaser in anger, forgetting that her left leg was now made of flesh instead of spaceship parts.
"Ow! Ow! Ow, ow..."
"RRRAAaaaUGGH! You just had to insist on flying this time! I was ready, ready to fly us all off into the sunset and to safety. BUT NOOOOO! You just had to show off your, fancy piloting skills to Penny!"
"Yeah, I have to agree with Della's argument on this, she actually should have piloted it this time." Penumbra crossed her arms and nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, uh..." Launchpad stuttered as he backed away from the front of the plane.
"You two, stop fighting! Look!" Mrs. Beakley in Huey's body ordered as she pointed towards the wave of darkness seeping through the cockpit.
"Uncle Scrooge... WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" Huey tightly held onto his Uncle in fear.
"The Stygian Shadow Death. A curse made up of every single shadow in the known universe. It will slowly spread until it covers, the entire, Earth..." Scrooge McDuck in Louie's body finished.
"Wait, why didn't they just call it the Black Death then?" Louie in Scrooge McDuck's body asked.
"...Because that already happened. Killing every-"
-Whoooaaa." Dewey in Launchpad's body quickly climbed up to the wall of darkness and stuck his hand through it.
"Hey Huey look, I'm not dead..."
"DEWEY NOOOO!"
"What? Wait, WAAAAAAAAHHH!" Dewey stepped back in shock as the flesh on Launchpad's arm had been reduced to nothing but bone.
"KILLING, every living thing it makes contact with." Scrooge continued.
"...There's no escape from it, and no way to reverse the effects of it. Humanity as we know it, is doomed."
"Curse you De Spell..."
"Wait, how can you be so sure this is Magica's doing?" Louie asked.
"Who else would have brought this onto us? Glomgold?" Scrooge raised a single eyebrow.
"Oh, heh-heh right, shadows is her whole thing..."
"...Uncle Scrooge, what, what are we going to do?" Donald in Della's body asked, trying his best not to panic as his Uncle slowly held out his hand to him and gave him a look of acceptance.
"Kids... Beakley, Launchpad... Penumbra?" Scrooge smiled as he hugged his nephew closely, signaling for everyone else in the plane to join them.
"Just for the record, it's Lieutenant Penumbra, but okay." The moonlander admitted defeat and decided to face death with dignity together with her Earth friends.
"...Webbigail. There may not be a future for us, but it may not be too late for you. If you're still somewhere out there alive, don't give up. Don't ever give up! You're better than that, I know you are!"
"Compared to you, Magica is nothing more than a tired old witch, built up by years of cheap parlor tricks and desperation."
"Lass, I believe in you..."
Scrooge McDuck closed his eyes as he and his remaining friends and family were finally consumed by the wall of dark shadows.