A/N: Greetings avid duck readers! So getting straight to the point, this chapter was originally going to be the start of this new story arc I've been planning here for quite a while now. But as it turns out, I had to push it back a bit to Chapter 25 to fix the pacing and such, making this chapter "Part 1" of this two part finale in this short time travel adventure arc I've got here.
I apologize for contradicting my earlier statements about this finale, and taking a while in getting this chapter out. Sorry for any sort of confusion I might have caused you, and I'll try to be more consistent in my A/N claims in the future.
So yeah, this chapter is a long one. Like, a really really, REALLY long, dark one. But regardless, I hope you enjoy it.
All your favorites, follows, and reviews are greatly appreciated! Thanks!
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"Careful, careful, CAREFUL! Everything depends on this ONE, FINAL, move." A particularly biased young commentator gloomed close behind her recently acquired figure of affection as she continued to commentate proudly with gleeful passion in her audibly cracking voice.
"The currently winning Earther continues to thoroughly defeat his oppressing opponent..."
"Uh, Launchpad?" Fenton gently nudged his pilot friend with a black gixmo-thumb, currently trying his best to concentrate hard on the strenuous and difficult task at hand.
"...The other defeated Earther attempts divert his sharp foucs, but it proves to be infinitely futile."
"Almost, almost, al- AAAHH- AAAAHHHH!" Launchpad suddenly jumped up from the table in pain as he clutched his right hand tightly in his grasp.
"Cramp! Cramp! Still cramping! Still cramping! AAAAHHHH! Standing and flailing does nothing! Mr. McDee's friendly advice never failed me before!"
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"The currently winning Earther proceeds to annihilate his appalling adversary, while flaunting his ultimately superior male dominance. May the unworthy and children avert their eyes..."
"You are a child." Gyro stated what should have clearly been the obvious.
"...I said children." Penumbra calmly replied after a moment of uncomfortable dull alien silence from her.
"Fine then. You are a children."
"And I sill hate you." The young moonlander coldy spoke back.
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"Wait, hold on! Watch it, watch it. WATCH-" Penumbra quickly perked back up just as Launchpad slammed hard down on a golden spoon on the table, wildly flipping another identical spoon spinning up in the air and landing it perfectly into a tall empty glass in front of them as he laid facedown on the tablecloth.
"-Triumph! Victory! Ha-ha, yes-ess! Take that losers! My future husband has just bested you all! Take that, my future husband has just bested you all." The little moonlander danced an immature little victory dance over her deafeated opponents and then paused.
"...We won hubby."
Immediately ceasing his loud inconsistent snoring, the confused pilot stood up in sudden excitement. "I DID?!"
"YOU DID! I mean we did! We definitely did!"
"Wooooo!" They both stopped to lightly fist bumb. "Yeah..."
"Oh most loyal companion of Donald Duck, this SPOOOOON game looks like such great fun! May I give it a try?" Storkules politely asked with a hopeful wide smile.
"Sure! All you have to do, is lay one spoon, on top of another spoon, and them wham!" Launchpad paused. "Wham. You just do it..."
"Ooooh, what great fun!" The bombastic demigod quickly grabbed a shiny spoon and lined it up on the table.
"Easy, easy, don't overthink it. Just, let the swift motions flow through arm. Ignore the cramps, and let flow, flow." Launchpad instructed.
"Hmmm, I see you have taken that advice quite well..." Gyro simply crossed his arms and frowned in his blurry world.
"Uh, pardon, but can an immortal even get cramps?" Bouncer Beagle suddenly asked.
"...Well, would thou mindst informing me what exactly an, CRAAAAAMP is?" Storkules asked with surprising childlike innocence in his voice.
"It's when parts of your body experience unexplained physical discomfort or pain by sudden contraction of their muscles..." Fenton quickly explained. "You know, like the times you're fast asleep and then you're suddenly jolted awake. Muscles can be huge jerks sometimes."
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"I see." The demigod lied as he prepared to launch the spoon.
"Ha-ha-ha! Don't sweat it pal. Just, let the swift motions flow through arm. Ignore the cr-"
"-We've heard this one BEFORE." Gyro rudely interrupted.
"W-What?! N-No. No you didn't! But did you now?" The confused pilot questioned himself.
"YESSS." The scientist simply confirmed.
"Oh..." Launchpad paused again in deep philosophical inner thought. "Did I mention the cramps?"
Suddenly, without any sort of prior warning, a magical shockwave quickly passed through the large fancy dinner room just as Storkules finally began his first attempt at Spoon Frog, casing him to slam down hard with his fist on the golden spoon and send the other one flying through the high ceiling with a crack, and then figuratively flip the whole dinner table full of food over.
"My oysters!" Black Arts stared in horror at his delicious dinner spread all across the floor.
"...It seems, the tables have been turned." Fenton calmly noted while still sitting in his minimalist chair.
"You massively muscular Earth clod! Just look at what you've done!" Penumbra got up in Storkules' now dazed face. "The game is ruined, our dominance has been completely countered, and that dull eating utensil has been successfully launched, straight through our covering!"
"Weird, usually I am the one that usually crashes planes and vehicles and stuff. Just like that." Launchpad said.
"Oh. Really?" Gyro looked unsurprisingly unsurprised.
"...Yeah, really. Wait waaahhh?!" The pilot stood back after finally taking notice of Storkules and all the rest of the immortals and mystical beings in the room began to mindlessly trudge towards the direction of the temple garden like limp puppet zombies, their jaws wide and agape as they groaned deep inhuman groans.
"Weary travels, L.P., Dr. Gearloose, I wish it never had to come to this..." Gladstone Gander said as he stood up, his earlier chill and devil-may-care attitude was replaced with a frown and much more serious tone of voice.
"What? Come to what? We really could use some context here!" Fenton pleaded for a much needed answer.
"Okay, brace yourselves, cause it's quite the shocker." The goose sighed sadly. "This universe, and all it's inhabitants, have been cursed..."
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"Hmmm. Well if that's the case, why aren't you going all, lethargic thriller on us? Or are you just not, CURSED enough, is that it?" Gyro asked as he raised a single suspicious eyebrow.
"You kidding? Heh, I'm Gladstone Gander." The goose began. "My extraordinary good luck and naturally charming aura protects me from any and all kinds of physical harm. And, slight, embarrassments..."
"Oh, really? The scientist sarcastically replied in obvious disbelief.
"Okay then, I'll prove it. On my velvet-feathered son of a horseshoe's favorite genie I'll prove it! Punch me..." Gladstone calmly ordered.
"What?"
"You heard my right, punch me. Punch me as hard as you can."
"...Okay look, you don't seem like all that BAD of a guy. But if you really insist-" Gyro was interrupted by another deep tired sigh from Gladstone.
"-De Spell..."
As soon the goose softly uttered the ancient, cursed surname in question, Storkules, Zeus, Selene, and the two Mervanans turned around in perfect zombie unison and slowly dragged their lifeless dazed forms directly at Gladstone who didn't even look the slightest bit concerned.
"Uhh! B-Blathering blatherskite!" Fenton stuttered as he began to shift into full awkward hero mode.
"Uh, uh, there's- there's no need to fear! For Gizmoduck is here!" The Latin duck quickly threw himself in front of the lucky goose to try and defend him from the advancing horde of zombified servants.
"Stop! Or I'm afraid I'll be forced to use force-"
"Just, wait..." Gladstone held his hand up. "Yooouu, might want to roll aside."
"Oh okay." Fenton quickly compiled without question as the pained groaning zombies only grew closer and closer.
"...Any, second now."
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CRASH! A large heavy circular piece of cracked high ceiling with a goose sized hole in the center of it fell down hard upon the five approaching zombies and safely around Gladstone right before they could attack him, leaving him perfectly unharmed in the middle of the wreckage and motionless bodies as the earlier lost golden spoon finally dropped out from above into his lazily outstretched, feathered hand.
"-What wait?!" Fenton was almost speechless from behind his visor.
"...The name, De Spell, is nothing but cruel reminder of their final living moments, and deaths." Gladstone continued as he stepped out of the fallen debris. "Brought on by the calamitous dark power that De Spell herself had channeled. It's like a poison, nothing is safe from it. The dead, the undead, the used to be dead, the immortal, nothing."
"...Except you?" Gyro frowned, now clearly annoyed with the entire apocalyptic situation.
"Yeah, except me. Literally! I can't die, I'm just, that lucky, and I still don't fully understand it myself. It's just me. I'm like, literally a god when you think about."
"Right, ah-ah-heh-hem-hem." Gyro quickly cleared his scratchy throat. "Non-intern, Captain McCrash. I think it's about time we-"
"-Ma! Ma's with that Circe and the kid! She could be in danger! We gotta help her!" Bouncer said while suddenly looking very concerned about his elderly mother. "I know she's hard on us, but that's just to make us all better Beagles!"
"Oh c'mon guys. Ha-ha-ha." Launchpad chuckled as he causally put a reassuring hand on the large Beagle Boy's shoulder. "Webby's not thaaaat-"
"-Yes she is! And that's not the point!" Gyro interrupted, just as part of the high ceiling above him began to crack and crumble apart.
"Uh, Dr. Gearloose?" Fenton tried to got his former boss' attention.
"Knock it off, NON-intern! We depart in exactly-"
"Dr. Gearloose?!" The ceiling continued to quickly crumble.
"Uhhhhhh." Launchpad only managed to say.
"-five minut..."
"DR. GEARLOOS-" Fenton heroically dove forward just as the piece of ceiling came loose, barely knocking Gyro safely out of the way and getting himself crushed motionless underneath the heavy stone slab inside the Gizmosuit.
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"Kick him, is he dead?" The young moonlander warrior questioned.
"-Gravity is, such a harsh mistress, Ow..." Gizmoduck collapsed back down onto the floor in a heap.
"Thanks, you're still fired." Gyro quickly thanked him.
"Thanks, you're welcome." Fenton quickly thanked him back before laying back down in silence.
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"Okay." Gladstone began as he dusted himself off and walked forward. "It won't be long now before this place is completely infested with the plagues of the undead, and they won't stop until they tear apart whoever called them out of their restless, internal slumber."
"Holy Duck Rogers." Penumbra stood back in wide eyed alien awe. "I miss my Dumbella..."
"...Well, I would question how exactly you knew all of THAT, but the bigger question now is, how exactly did you manage to marry, and swoon, an actual goddess?" Gyro asked calmly.
"I mean, you're not all THAT unattractive. Maybe a little on the shorter than average side, but still, hhmm. I wouldn't actually-" Scrooge's McDuck's head scientist was suddenly interrupted as the entire temple began to shake and rumble.
"-No time to explain!" Gladstone grabbed the still half-blind Gyro by the arm and began to quickly pull him away. "Normally, Circe is a loving wife, a surprisingly lighthearted fun loving gal, and the best friend a guy could have in the whole end of the world. But at her core, she can get quite, disagreeable..."
"Uh." Fenton immediately perked back up from underneath the rubble. "We have all the time we want. Time travel remembe-"
"-Don't, start THAAT AGAIN!"
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"WwwaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH- Uugghh!"
"When you're throwin' your weight around! UGH-" Ma Beagle growled loudly in annoyance as she stood up with Webby tightly in her grasp and began to swing her around.
"-be ready to have it thrown around by somebody else! UUGH!"
"Waaaaaaaaahhh!" The little merduck screamed as she thrown up in the air and back at a giant grey skeleton sorceress who simply caught her in massive clawed hands before she could hit her headfirst in the ribs.
"...You- You barbaric bony banshee! Tell me what you've done to poor Lena, and maybe I won't destroy you as much even if she was here!" Webby punched and swung her firsts wildly as she tried to find an opening for an attack.
"And I don't care if she's now old and decrepit enough to be my granny's granny! She can bake me chocolate covered granny cookies and keep me in a BOOOOOOWWWLL- OW! Ow, ow, ow." Webby was once again flung far across the garden as Magica threw her hard against the stone floor and let her tumble onto her stomach.
"...Ow, ow. ow, ow, ow- AAAHH!" The battred and beaten little merduck wasn't given much time to recuperate from the attack as Magica's ancient skeleton form quickly sprung into action and starting to mindlessly savage and tear into her face while holding her down on her back with her foot on her neck.
"You know, I think SOMEONE- OW-"
"-RRRAAAAGGH! Really should have warned me about this earlier! OW!" Webby tried her best to push away her deceased arch-enemy before she was promptly lifted up by her red jacket and was thrown into her massive cracked bill.
"WAAAHHH-AAAAHHH! Stranger danger, stranger danger! AAAAAAAHHH! I AM BEING EAT-ED! The harsh curse of being of utterly irresistible..."
"WHAT?" Manny the Headless Man-Horse clapped.
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"Deliciously! Ow ow ow ow ow! GGRAAGH! Leave me alone you evil LICH-WITCH! You'd think being dead would be more than discouraging enough!" Webby continued to try and defend herself the best she could without legs.
"...Well it's been a pleasant evening, but I'll seeing you folks." Ma Beagle waved goodbye before the heavy sliding door to the garden quickly shut in her path.
"OH for cryin' out- Man-Horse! Horse kick the door down..." She ordered.
"I am not qualified for-"
"-GUUUUUUUYS?! I could really use some- Ow- Ow! I-Immediate assistance here!" Webby desperately interpreted Manny's soft clapping as she was slowly being crushed to death inside Magica's powerful jaws.
"Man-Horse!"
"Manny?! Miss Ma Beagle?! Please jus- Ow! Ow! Okay, okay! I'm sorry for publicly humiliating you, calling you a hussy, getting you arrested at least twice already, and for posting dumb Mark Beaks YOLO memes under your name on QUACKER DOT COM! Ow! Ow! Ow! Owie!"
"WHAT?!" Manny clapped.
"You're the one that did that?!" Ma Beagle angrily asked.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! YES! Ah-ha-ha, just- just a little prank right? Ah-ha-ha-ow! No hard feelings RIIIIGGHHT?!"
"Man-Horse!"
"Manny?!"
"Man-Horse!"
"Manny?!"
"Manny-Horse!"
"MAN-HORSIE?!"
Pausing slowly, the masked Headless Man-Horse clapped once on the floor. "Sorry..."
"Aaaaaaaaaahhh-aaahhh- AAAHHH!" Webby frantically struggled and flopped about as Magica pulled her out of her bill and painfully swung her around by her merduck tail while she helplessly dangled upside down.
"No! No no not again! Somebody please hel- Aaaaaaaaaaa-" She screamed out loudly again as she was suddenly thrown towards the wall.
"-aaaaaaaaaahhh! UUUGH!" The little merduck was thankfully caught at the last second by Manny who quickly snatched her out of the air and then rolled backwards from the impact with her safely in his hooves.
"Ow, ow, ow." Webby held her aching head in her hands while in terrible throbbing pain.
"I- I guess pure evil can never be truly destroyed. Only, banis- Hmmmm? Hhhmmmm?!" She immediately went back to struggling and flopping about helplessly as sturdy iron bands magically locked themselves tightly around her bill, neck, and wrists as they were forcefully twisted backwards together behind her back.
Looming high over her in a complete emotionless silence, the colossus undead skeleton sorceress grabbed the long heavy chain attached to the cold metal band around's the panicking Webby's neck and began to slowly drag and yank her across the floor and towards her with her now powerless to do anything about it.
"Manny! Manny! What's going on in there?! Where's Webby?!" Gyro pounded on the sliding door to garden with Gizmoduck, Penumbra, Launchpad, Gladstone, and the Beagle Boys close behind.
Clap, clap clap clap clap! Manny clapped on the other side of the door.
"...What?!"
"Well, what he'd say?" Gladstone asked.
"He said your lovely wife has your new adopted fish daughter at the end of chain and is most likely going to kill her now." Gyro said.
"Oh no... I've- I've got to put a stop to all of this! I owe it to her family." The goose hit his fists together and headed off into the maze of hallways in the temple. "Stay here and out of danger, I'll have a talk with her."
"WHAT?! Where are you going?! What are you doing?! And give me the answer the first question first!"
"Uh, Dr. Gearloose? He just told us where-"
"-Ma! What about Ma-
-Back on the Moon during situations like this, we used to-
"-Hey! Maybe we could just crash-
"-Everyone just, SHUT UUUUP!" Gyro finally and loudly interrupted. "Non-intern! Gimzoduck the door down!"
"Uh, am I still fired?" Fenton quietly asked.
"...YEEESS!"
"Well GOOD to know-" Slowly rolling forward on his singular gimzo-tire, Fenton sighed and began to finger gun-laser in a large circle on the door while muttering coldy underneath his breath.
"-jerk..."
Webby felt drops of blood and tears trickle down her face and through her feathers as Magica De Spell's, her most hated enemy and The Sorceress of the Shadows giant empty skeletal remains relentlessly savaged and toyed with her like a cat with a mouse. And all she could was watch and whimper softly in pain as her mix of body fluids driped lightly onto the floor below.
She tried to scream, she tried her best to fight back, but she couldn't. She struggled and pulled her hardest to get her arms free fron behind her back, but she couldn't. Magica's long clawed fingers dug deep into her skin and tail, leaving burning scratches and cuts all over her as she was internally begging for it all to stop.
Everything hurt. The world started to blur as her consciousness began to fade away. That horrible feeling of being helpless, powerless, defenseless, and at the mercy of pure, unfiltered, unadulterated evil completely overtook her.
Lena was gone, most of friends and family were long dead, all by the hands of a goddess that she once respected and thought highly of no less. And worst of all, she couldn't breathe.
It all happened at a moment's notice. Her lungs burned, her heart beated faster and faster inside her chest as her breath was seemingly sucked out of her by Magica crushing and squeezing her tightly her in her hands, made only worse by how much she was panicking while uncontrollably shaking and crying trapped within her arch-enemy's unrelenting grasp.
And then finally, it all came to stop. The sorceress finally ceased her merciless assault on the helpless little Merduck and slowly dangled her upside from her tail and held her up to her empty, expressionless face.
As if Magica's soulless remains could somehow comprehended that Webby couldn't breathe and would soon die with oxygen, the sorceress lifted up the end of Webby's chain with her other hand and carefully laid her flat on the floor, not forgetting to snap her aching wrists loose from behind her back.
Cleary confused while still trembling and crying from the intense agonizing beatdown Magica had given her, Webby blinked a couple of times and met her cold stony gaze high above her.
With a single gentle but controlling tug, the sorceress pulled on the chain attached to the metal band around Webby's neck and gesturesd towards to small fountain in the center of the garden. It was almost as if she telling her, "Get in the fountain, fool!"
But before Webby even had the chance to do anything, she was quickly scooped up and off the floor by Manny who began to carry her forward with his front hooves.
"Ooohhhmmmnn! Ssshhhhmm nnnmmmww yyyymmmnnn hhheeemm-" Webby muttered and began to thrash about angrily before Magica promptly knocked the ghostly Headless Man-Horse back against the far wall with a powerful blast of magic, letting Webby fall back down to the floor.
Quickly obeying the sorceress' orders without question, Webby crawled across the floor on her hands and attempted to climb up into the spring water of the fountain. And with a helpful little pull of the chain, she was lifted in the air and dropped into the sparkling clean waters of the fountain.
Normally, Webby would hate the fact that Magica could just order her around and that she gave in so now easily, but at least she could now breathe again, even though how weird and creepy it felt for her to be treated as only a pet on the end of leash. And Doofus didn't really help making it feel any less uncomfortable than it already was.
But still not giving her young, heavily beaten and savaged captive long to recover by allowing her to actually breathe again safely underneath the surface of the water, the sorceress pulled the dripping wet little merduck out of the fountain and set her back on the foor with a subtle devilish smirk now spreading wide across her bill.
Tugging on the chain again to get Webby's attention, Magica lifted up her free hand in the air and dropped the end of the heavy chain to the floor, causing a vaguely familiar, motionless, feathered figure to emerge from the cold stone floor and lay facedown with metal cuffs locked tightly around her each of her wrists.
"...Wwwwhhhmmm?!"
With a snap of her fingers, eight dark shadowy puppet strings attached themselves to the cuffs and Magica's unnaturally long curved fingertips in that order and instantly became taut as the skeleton sorceress pulled the figure's limp arms up off the floor and slowly brought her to her feet.
Webby watched in forced muffled silence as the puppet's head fell forward with nothing left to support it. Her legs clumsily bent underneath her own weight as she was awkwardly guided forward and finally stood up straight up under her master's control.
As the figure danced and fumbled about like a duck that had way too much drink, her webbed feet stuffed deep inside her shoes tapped softly on the floor as her grey and black striped sweater swayed gently around the shadowy puppet's floppy feathered form.
"What in the blazes..." Ma Beagle whispered from the far corner room, as she and Webby both recognized her immediately.
"...Llleeenna-uummmnnmm!" Webby quickly tumbled back down onto to cold floor as her wrists were once again locked tight behind her back, leaving her completely helpless to only weakly flop about and struggle to breathe again like a fish out of water.
With a slow, almost zombie-like nod, Magica lifted the limp puppet up by her wrists and sharply smacked her across the face, causing her to emit a soft groan and begin to fight for control.
But after a few more harsh, disciplinary slaps across every inch of her cold, pale body, the puppet caved in to her master's heed and began to act like nothing was out of the ordinary, finally showing off her heavy, unfocused, unblinking dead eyes. The show had just began.
"Hey Webby it's me. You know, me, Lena..." The puppet spoke along in exact unison with her master, yet it was almost as if wasn't she actually speaking herself, and her master was somehow perfectly imitating her familiar tone of voice as her own voice was completely inaudible.
"I SUUUUUURRRREEE missed ya Webby." The shadow puppet clumsily danced and spun around aimlessly while her best friend had a look of both confusion and fear on her face as she struggled to pull her wrists free.
"But I've been a bad bad, BAAAAAADDD dumb little scum slut. Someone really should punish me..." Magica spoke silently along with the quite ridiculous looking puppet as she quickly turned her around waved her tail feathers directly in Webby's disgusted face.
"Ah ha ha HA. Let's make out Webby. You wanna be top or bottom?" She asked, getting a very weirded out and queasy look for her best friend.
With her head now repeatedly falling forwards and backwards with a stupid smile spread across her bill, the shadow puppet fell forward onto Webby and laughed a wheesy loud laugh.
"Heh heh ha! Silly me. Can't do anything right can I? Ah heh heh heh ha ha ha HA. Oh, you hurt?" The puppet feel down to her kness and held Webby's tightly shut bill up close to her own bill.
"Here, let me give you a biiiiiiiiig kiss and make you feel alllllllll better..."
Webby's cheeks blushed a bright shade of red as the puppet guided by her master planted a big dry kiss on her lips and then dug her fingers deep into shoulders, making sure to playfully wiggle and gently knee at her in the chest, and to say that Webby was now very uncomfortable and completely weirded out right now would be a huge understatement.
"Lllleennaahhhhmmm- Hhhmmhhmhmmm?"
"There, all better now?" The shadow puppet stood tall over her best friend and grabbed her by the end of her pink merduck tail and began to stroke it softly, obviously against Webby's wishes.
"...I have to say, I think I prefer you much better like this Webby." The puppet roughly pinched her friend's wet feathered cheeks and then finished off by lightly slapping her across the face with a chuckle.
"I mean, we can always be togther now. We can find a nice little pond somewhere, and just live out the rest of our lives in peace and tranquility. Just us, together. We'll never have to part- Never have to part- Never- Never..."
Slowly tenseing up and freezing solid in place, the shadowy puppet blinked as she seemed to finally wake up from Magica's grim control she had over her. Breathing heavily, she began to kick and scream desperately in a sudden flailing, almost comical panic attack.
"...Webby? Webby?! Webby please help me! Webby! WEBBY!"
"Hhhmmmhhh?!" Webby's mood immediately shifted back into fear and dread as her best friend shrieked and struggled about helplessly from her underneath her puppet strings, crying and begging for her best friend's help.
Yet there was nothing she could do to help her. Her arms were still locked tightly behind her back, and jumping up to her feet was impossible, considering that she obviously didn't have any.
"Webby? WEBBY?! HELP ME PLEASE! WEBBY?!"
"I'm not a puppet! I'm not a monster! I'm not worthless!"
"I'm not a forever orphan! I have a family that loves ME!"
"I'm not a shameless, pig-ignorant, ugly little dirty slut-face!"
"I have friends! I have a family! I am-" The puppet paused to catch her breath as she continued to scream and cry to the gods for mercy.
"-a PERSOOOOOONNN! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! Ughh!" The shadowy figure fell limply across her best friend's immobile body, laying completely motionless in a pathetic little heap as her dry tongue rested flat on her friends back.
Visibly horrified from the horror show she had just witnessed, Webby squirmed uncomfortably from underneath her friend's weight and waited slightly in dread to what might happen next.
And then, she laughed.
It was only for a brief moment, but Webby was sure she had heard it. It was her voice, no mistaking it. Her best friend's familiar hearty laugh.
Normally, Webby loved to hear her laugh. Seeing as how much trauma and neglect Magica had put her through for fifteen years, it felt good to know that she could hopefully just laugh some of it off and finally live her life to to the fullest.
But this was all wrong, she had absolutely no reason to laugh right now. Unless she had suddenly thought of a funny joke or something.
And then she finally noticed it. As her best friend's soft feathery skin gently brushed against hers, Webby felt it.
She was cold, ice cold. The shadow puppet's lifeless body didn't have a pulse, as her warm breaths refused to rise up from her chest.
Not a single heartbeat, nor a single drop of blood ran through her veins. Magica had pulled her strings, played with her like a toy, as a master would with their a puppet.
For centuries she had been like this. The only living shadow of The Sorceress of the Shadows herself, laid perfectly still across her body.
Webby's blood ran cold, stinging fat tears began to gather in her large eyes as she rapidly shook her head in denial. Her racing heart began to crack and shatter apart as all she could do was whimper softly and struggle to breathe through her tightly shut, tear stained bill.
"...Nnnnmmmmmm- Nnnmmmnm. NNNNMmnnmnmn! Leeeennnmmmn."
But she couldn't escape the fact, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. Her worst nightmare had finally come true. Lena, was dead.
"Whoops! Sorry. Broke character a bit there..." Magica smiled and chuckled innocently, now speaking in her natural British accent.
"Nnnnnmmmnnmmmm- Hmmmnnn!"
Two familiar figures watched in stunned silence and watched as Webby tightly shut her eyes and strained even harder against her cold unforgiving restraints, writhing and sobbing uncontrollably as her tears soaked every last feather of her completely devastated, bloodstained face.
"...Wait a minute, hold the phone. Shut it down! Stop it!" Gyro abruptly spoke up.
"What?!" Fenton immediately stopped trying to gizmio-cut a hole through the door.
"Listen!"
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"It's Webby. She's... crying." Fenton slowly took his ear away from the door and sighed. "Well, at least we can be absolutely one hundred percent proof positive she's still alive..."
"WHAAAT?! That fiend!" Penumbra yelled angrily and then paused. "Whoever SHE is!"
"...I'm not even absolutely one hundred percent proof-positive that she's a little girl." Gyro continued. "She could be a- a- genetically modified, living embodiment of death and freakish brute strength for all we know!"
"I mean, I've mingled with low-life street thugs that she could literally mop the floor clean with with her legs tied together and a broken arm..."
"What?!" Both Penumbra and Fenton said in exact confused unison.
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"...You know those times when life suddenly throws ya curveball and puts your whole life in perspective?" Ma Beagle asked, as both she and Manny where almost speechless from the unexpected turn of events. "Poor kid."
"CRYING." The Headless Man-Horse clapped once on the floor.
"Hey, hey, shh shh, look at me." Magica spoke in a surprisingly comforting tone as she carefully pulled Webby out from underneath Lena's cold body and lifted her up in her massive skeleton hands.
Gently wiping her tears away and stroking her heavily scratched up feathered face, the sorceress watched intently as the little merduck's messy crying quieted down to a painful, heartbroken little whimper.
"Hey, don't cry Webby. I mean, after all. What's one less person on the face of the Earth anyway? Oopsy! I forgot. Lena wasn't a person. Just a shadow born from nothing, just to serve her master..."
"Ah ha ha ha. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Magica's soft chuckle slowy began to build up to a full-on stereotypical evil laugh as Webby tears finally stopped flowing out of her firey, inraged eyes.
A dark ferocious scowl immediately replaced Webby's earlier distraught exoression as the sorceress cackled and laughed loudly in amusement. The tears spread out all across her face and bill quickly turned to steam as her face turned bright blood red. But not in embarrassment this time. This time, in unmatched, unsweetened disposition, Uncle Donald rage.
She growled. Her entire immobile body turned red as twitched and shook about like she was literally about to explode, and Magica De Spell in all her haughty ignorance was blissfully unaware of the extreme danger she was now in.
"Rrrrrrrrrrr!"
"Stand, back." Manny clapped before he and Ma Beagle quickly stood back hopefully safe against the wall.
"...There we go. Now that's a good gir- AAAUUUGH!" Magica suddenly felt the flying fury of tiny restrained feathered fists slam hard against the side of her skull as Webby was somehow able flop up high enough to hit more than hard enough to make her drop to the floor.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.-RRRRRR-RRRGGHHH!" A bright flash of magical light surged all throughout Webby's violently trembling body and burst out of her glowing inflamed eyes as she fought and struggled with all her might to free herself.
"RRRRRRRHHH-RRRRGGHHHHHHH-AAUGH!" And then it happened. With a shrill muffled pain-filled cry, her little pink merduck tail sucked itself inside her body and quickly replaced itself with two, unharmed, orange duckling legs and a tail.
Trying her best to cough up the small about of water still left in her system up through her tigthly shut bill, the furious duckling kicked herself up to her webbed feet and glared coldy at what was left of Magica De Spell from underneath her top hat, her breaths finally rose up and down through her lungs like normal.
Webby Vanderquack was back.
"...WHAAA? Rrrrrrr." The massive skeleton sorceress stood back in shock and growled in annoyance before the still restrained little duckling quickly dashed straight past her and ran up against the stone wall behind her.
Repeatedly swinging her wrists behind her back and light body weight against the wall as hard as she could, Webby grunted loudly and quickly spit a large crack in the wall as the iron band holding her wrists tigthly together began to snap clean in half.
"WHAT?! On no you don't!" Magica smirked and pulled back on chain attached to iron band around Webby's neck, pulling her hard to floor.
"Ha ha ha AHHH-" Quickly grabbing the other end of the cold chain in her fingers, the duckling suddenly jerked forward with unsurprising strength and pulled the sorceress flat onto floor instead.
"You littl- AAUUGH-" Magica's empty skull spit straight down the center of her forehead as Webby finally struck her more than hard to snap apart the iron band holding her hands behind her back.
"-insolent child- AAHHH!"
Immediately letting loose a loud shreiky unintelligible battle cry with tears flowing from her bloodshot eyes, Webby unleashed a rapid flurry of quick flying punches and kicks aimed directly at her deceased arch-enemy's face.
"LITTLE BRAT!" Magica quickly scrambled to her feet and snatched the still wildly punching Webby up in her hands, holding her safety away from her face.
...
"...Well, what are you looking at?!" The sorceress turned to face Ma Beagle and Manny the Headless Man-Horse both staring up at her in silence.
"Wait, what are you doing here? Where am I?" Magica paused to look around in confusion and back at the masked bipedal horse with a somewhat familiar looking head atop it's neck.
"What is that thing? What is happenING?"
...
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PlAC-"
"-Cicre honey, you don't want to do this..." Gladstone Gander interrupted as he finally walked out a small, secret passageway through the stone wall on the far side of the garden. Coming to a complete stop, both he and Magica stared at each other.
The entire room fell silent as the stunned skeleton sorceress froze in place. As if something in the room was calling out to her, Magica's focus was thrown directly at Gladstone's bathrobe pocket, her empty dark eye sockets now glowing a bright, hellish red.
"Ummmm."
"...DIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMEEE!"
Pulling Lena's limp body across the floor as she was still connected to the tips of her long, curved fingertips, Magica quickly dropped Webby to the floor and suddenly dove forward, brabbing up Gladstone Gander in her hands.
"DIME! DIME, DIME, DIME, DIME, DIME DIME!" The sorceress shook and held the goose upside from his loose-fitting bathrobe.
"Uh, Circe honey? You know that I love you, and that I'd do anything to make you happy, but now is not the time for-"
-Plink.
A heavily polished silver tent-cent dime fell right out of Gladstone's pocket and bounced along the floor, eventually coming to stop and spinning around until it finally landed heads up on the floor.
...
"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMEEE!"
"Hhmmmr?" Webby quickly shook off the effects of the fall and blinked rapidly as she sat down on the floor with her chain close to her side.
And then she saw it. High up in Magica's dry skeleton fingers, the duckling saw the familiar ancient artifact that was apparently way more than important enough to draw the sorceress' attention away from her, her Uncle Scrooge's prized, Number One Dime.
Straightening the shiny spectacles placed atop her bill, Webby grabbed her end of the chain attached to band around neck and pulled as Magica began her incantation.
"Luck of the McDucks and dark magic in it's prime, unleash the power from within this Number One Dime! AH, HA HA HA HA HA HA- Ow! HEY! WHAA?! Grrrrrr."
The distracted sorceress growled in annoyance as the duckling standing below her repeatedly whipped her hard in the face with the other end of the chain.
Snatching up the end of the chain tightly in her hand before it could strike her for the fifth time, Magica suddenly jerked Webby forward by her neck, successfully choking her and pulling her flat to her knees.
"Ha ha ha, YES. Kneel before my grim wr-AAAATCH!" Magica was almost immediately jerked far forwards instead as Webby quickly retaliated by pulling back on the cold chain with great strength, initiating what Magica could only describe as being a entirely unfair game of Tug of war.
"No! You can't be powerfull than me! You're a LOSER!"
Webby remained silent with a look of complete, unflinching dark malice on her face as she ran circles around Magica and wrapped up her long bony legs in heavy links of chains, completely overpowering her arch-enemy's mobility.
"...NO! ALL who oppose me shall FALL! ALL who oppose me shall be annihilated and die by my HAANNDS!"
"So, uh, what I'd miss?" Gladstone suddenly asked, looking very confused and lost at the moment.
"Pretty much everything." Manny simply clapped.
...
"Sorry I- I don't speak horse." Gladstone said.
"MAN, HORS-" The Headless Man-Horse's angry clapping was abruptly interrupted as the Webbigail rescue team from the outside finally burst into the garden through a large hole cut through the door.
"There's no need to fear! For Gizmoduck is here! Unhand her villain!" Fenton ordered heroically and then paused after seeing Webby high atop Magica's head wriggle out of her miniature red Scrooge McDuck jacket and stuff one end of it deep into her eye right socket and pull the other end up out of the left.
Pulling back hard on both ends of the jacket sticking out of the sorceress' eyes, the top hat wearing duckling stood up and screamed a loud muffled furious scream along with Magica who fumbled about blindly as the Number One Dime fell out of her fingers and onto floor.
"...Hey! Our kid is doing pretty great." Fenton smiled and relaxed a bit after realizing everything was in control.
Penumbra gasped. "She has returned! That wicked Earth witch!" The young moonlander warrior clenched her fists together and began to march straight into the battlefield, she was ready to fight.
"I'll take her bare-fisted."
"Nope!" Gyro suddenly pulled her back and put her in her place. "You're a kid, I'm an adult. And as adult, I ORDER you stand back, OUT OF DANGER. Hmm, at least one of us has to be the responsible one here..."
"And as a kid, I hate you Earther."
"Tell me something I don't know." Gyro said.
...
"When my mother left, she took everything my father cared about."
"So she left you?" The scientist asked in clear conceited indifference.
"...So I hunted her down, used my intense warrior training to track her through the barren Moon desert." Penumbra paused to slam her first together. "Buried her."
...
"You killed her?"
"No, I swore to find whoever defeated her in battle first and avenge her death, Moon warrior's code." The moondander paused again before switching her focus back to Webby and Magica.
"...Kick her in the HEAAAD!"
"RRRRrrr-rrrraaaaAAGGGHHH!" The massive undead skeleton sorceress growled fiercely as she finally regained regained control, quickly grabbed the struggling duckling from off of her head and lifted her up in her tight grasp.
"Hhmph!" And she punched her.
Webby's sore, limp, exhausted battered little body flew far backwards as Magica aimed directly at her face and sent her flying, only to quickly pull her back and snatch her up in her hands like a little feathered Yo-Yo on a chain.
"Oooh, lovely..." Watching in serene peaceful glee, the sorceress' cold face light up as the bruised young duckling in her grasp breathed heavily and shut her eyes, just barely hanging onto the last tread of her life.
"And again! HAAA!" Magica laughed loudly and punched her again, not forgetting to yank her back in like before afterwards.
"And again!"
Pow!
"And again!"
Pow!
"And AGAIN-"
"-Hhhmm..." Webby squeaked softly, letting tears spill from out of her eyes.
SLAP! Magica roughly slapped her across the face in spite. "Quiet you sniveling meddlesome little- you think the world cares about you CRY-ING?!"
"STOOOPPP!" Penumbra quickly run right up the Magica as Gyro tried his best to pull her back to safety.
"NO! Get back!"
"Oh. It's you..." The sorceress quieted down to a hushed, cold whisper.
"...You want some of THIS?!" Magica proudly dangled Webby's heavily beaten up body in front the young moonlader's face by her chain. Needless to say, she and everyone else was speechless.
...
"One more time. And if she makes it, well, we'll save a fortune on funeral costs won't we now?"
"Well Mr. Magical Lucky Clovers! Do something!" Gyro grabbed Gladstone Gander by his shoulders and shook him about.
"Uhhh! I- I don't-"
-POW!
Wearing only a fancy black top hat atop her head, a heavy iron band locked tightly around her neck, and pair delicate of spectacles on her bill, Webby was punched straight across the garden by Magica and hit Bouncer Beagle directly in the face, knocking him down to floor as she laid motionless flat on top of him.
"Ha ha! Yesss!" The sorceress laughed. "Take that uninspired large Beagle Boy who has no real relevance to the plot!"
"WEBBY!" Carefully scooping up the motionless duckling in his gloves, Fenton gently nudged her with a single gimzo-finger and supported her head from falling backwards. "Don't worry Webby, you're going to be okay, just hang in there."
...
"...Hey Webby! Nice hat." Launchpad suddenly perked up, blissfully unconcerned about Webby's now completely defenseless vulnerable state.
"Launchpad! This is serious!" Fenton scolded him. "Webby could be seriously hur-"
"-RRRRRRRAA-AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
"What?!-"
The duckling immediately sprung up in a muffled screaming raging fit and quickly ran back into action. Snatching up the black Scrooge McDuck walking cane Circe had given her earlier, Webby aimed the white tip of it high up at Magica.
"Boys, AVERT your eyes." Ma Beagle ordered. "We're got ourselves a youngin' running around in the altogether on our hands..."
"But- But Ma!" Boucher pleaded. "We wanna see the kid beat Magica's as-"
"-AVERT, YOUR, EYES."
"...Aw phooey." Bouncer muttered as the three Beagle Boys quickly did as they were told and simply turned around.
...
"-Rrrrrrr!" Meeting her opponent on the battlefield, Magica growled and lifted up Lena's body from the back of her neck and legs, holding her horizontal with her mouth wide open aimed directly at Webby.
"Fine then! Pew Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew Pew!" The sorceress tugged back on Lena's legs and somehow shot burning blasts of hot magic straight out of her bill.
Perfectly dodging every single blast with a set of skilled acrobatic flips and a high flying leap, Webby sent the final shot of magical energy straight back at Magica's face with a swing of the cane.
"AAUUGH! Whaaa? No! NO! HOW?! Whaaa?!" Magica recoiled backwards as Webby then clambered high up her ribcage and stuck her cane underneath the sorceress' bill.
Extererting the last bit of her adrenaline boosted strength, the wildy enraged little duckling stood to her feet on Magica's shoulders and pulled back hard on the cane, causing her neck to snap far backwards as bright red magic shone from the cracks.
"Wow, there's just no stopping this kid..." Fenton stared in silent disbelief and blinked from behind his visor.
"Ha ha ha." Launchpad laughed wholeheartedly. "You see, one sure thing about Webby is, she's sweet, kind, caring, kind, a good friend, kind, caring, she likes pink, a swell cuddle bug, and a hugger."
"HHHHHHHHRRRRR!"
"AAUUGH- AAAAAUGH."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUGHH-"
-Snap!
The sorceress' head was violently torn clean off her neck and cracked upon impact after hitting the floor.
Leaping down and landing safely on her hands and feet, Webby stared forward in unthinking overwhelming malice as Magica's motionless bony remains collapsed face first right down beside her in a heavy cloud of dust.
"...Oh." Launchpad turned around. "Also she's real stubborn."
...
"BLAAAAAUUH-AAAuuGGHHH!" Two brand new smaller heads suddenly burst forth from Magica's skeleton form as she slowly pushed herself back to her feet and screamed and loud banshee like scream.
One head was just like her last skull, and the other, disturbingly enough, features and bill were upside down on her sickly green feathered, distorted face.
"Ohhhhmmm C'Mmmmmmmooonn!" Working fast and running light on her feet, Webby dashed up to Manny and quickly unscrewed his masked Scrooge McDuck head off his neck without any hesitation.
"?" The Headless Man-Horse clapped.
"...Well? What's goin' on?" Black Arts Beagle asked, still facing to opposite direction like he was told.
"Nothing, the kid just decapitated a poor defenceless Headless Man-Horse. That's all really, hmm, no big deal." Gyro calmly explained.
Holding the stone head up to Magica after getting her now questionable attention by kicking her in her giant shins, Webby pulled the black mask off it's cold glaring eyes and met it's stare straight with Magica's.
"Hmm?" The sorceress slightly titled her heads and then paused in sudden, centuries long built-up, vengeful fury.
"...McDDDUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKK-"
-Wham! Magica's distracted and heavily disfigured skeleton remains mindlessly pounced faces first against the far wall hard enough to into knock herself stunned and all the way back into the Shadow Realm as the duckling threw Manny's stone head across the garden.
"Yyyehhsss!" Webby clenched her fist in celebration before quickly scooping up her Uncle Scrooge's Number One Dime in her hand and threw Lena's body limp over her shoulder.
"Wait." Launched paused and gasped loudly. "Is that-"
"-C'mmmmmon!" Webby waved forward and began to make a run for it, but was suddenly tripped up by eight familiar shadowy strings that reappeared and quickly re-attached themselves to the cuffs around Lena's wrists and then back to Magica fingertips.
"Ah... ha...ha ha..." To Webby's horror, the skeleton sorceress slowly came back to life and spoke with a cold sinister voice from both of her mouths that unsurprisingly sent shivers down her spine.
"...Not ...yet." She spoke from her single upside down head made from flesh.
"I'm... hungry Webby. Hungry..."
"And I like shadows Webby... They're... tasty... I've got to start eating at home more."
"Kid, just back away slowly. No sudden moments." Ma Beagle told her.
"...Please." Magica lifted a shaking skeleton hand upwards and reached out for Lena while Webby slowly backed away with her in wide-eyed fear.
"Please. Just...one... little... bite..."
...
"No? FINE!" Magica quickly shifted back into full speed and suddenly yanked Lena and Webby close towards her with the puppet strings connected to her fingers.
"Nnnmmmmmmm!" Webby cried out and pulled the hardest she could as she held tightly onto her best freind's cuffed left wrist and her Uncle Scrooge's Number One Dime in her shaking hands.
"...Tsk tsk tsk. Poor, sad, SAD, LITT-LE Webbigail." Magica sighed with mocking pity in her cold voices. "It seems that her in all her grande display of expected dumb dumbness, she has forgotten her best friend was only a shadow, my own shadow I'm sorry to say. And even in death, she belongs to me. Hhmph, all strings attached."
"Nnnnmmmm! NNNNNNNNMMM!" Webby shook her head with tears in her eyes, and in a loud emotional outburst, light blue magic suddenly burst out of the golden ring Doofus has strapped tightly onto her left wrist all those centuries ago.
Connecting to the metal cuff locked around Lena's wrist, the magic of friendship joined together in between them as they both began to glow a radiant shade of blue that ignited Scrooge's Number One Dime up in smoke.
"Heh heh heh. Wait WHAAAAT?!" Magica was visibly stunned.
"Oooooh." Launchpad stared in inignorant blissful wonder. "Pretty..."
Growing way to hot to handle, the Number One Dime burned an engraving right into Webby's feathered palm and shot a glistening ray of magical bright blue light straight at Magica De Spell that quickly caught her up in it's pull.
"Wh-What?! No. No! NO! Webby! WEBBY! WEBBY!" The struggling two-headed sorceress was thrown all around the garden as the sliver dime finally slipped out of Webby's tight grasp and positioned itself behind Magica, slowly sealing her inside it and pulling Webby and Lena along with her as her fingerstips where still connected to the shadow puppet's wrists.
But neither Magica or Webby were willing to give up yet. Webby still held onto Lena with all her strength, giving Magica the upperhand to ever so slightly pull herself free from the Number One Dime's attempts to banish her again in the cold, dark, nether realm within itself.
"Webby! Lena's already dead!" Fenton yelled to her. "Just let her go! If you don't let her go, you could get sucked in too! And you're REALLY not overdressed for the occasion!"
Realizing what she ultimately had to do, Penumbra shoved the speechless Gyro aside and calmly made her way up to Webby who was still very much refusing to let go of her best friend.
"...Uncovered smol little Earth child. In what I'm guessing was over thousands of cycles ago, Magica has never moved on from this grim hostile antagonism she holds against you and your family."
"She's the same immature, loud-mouthed, haughty, cruel, perverted, Moon pox ridden wench she anyways was."
"HEY!" Magica yelled, half of her still sticking outside of the dime.
"She never grew up, never adapted, never learnt her lesson. But you're better than that, I know you are. This Lena is dead, this world is dead, but it may not be too late to start things over. And unless you move on, you'll end up exactly like her."
The young moonlander crouched down to the duckling's level and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Webby, just let it go... And if wouldn't be so weird and wrong right now, I'd give you another hug..."
Webby looked a little downhearted as the wheels in her mind turned. She knew Penumbra was right, and that her best friend Lena was long dead now with no way to save her.
Sighing sadly through her clamped shut bill, she slowly began to loosen her tight grip on Lena's wrist, but was suddenly and unexpectedly choked and yanked forward by her neck, yet she still didn't fully let go of her best friend's cold feathered wrist.
"...If I'm going to spend the next-" The sorceress paused to very roughly pull the terrified duckling closer to her with her chain. "-FIFTEEN or so years banished between dimensions, I do believe I'd appreciate a little company."
"Come along now little Webby, for we have an eternity's worth of time for you and your Aunt Magica to discover many new ways in making you squeal..."
Deciding that she finally had enough of Magica's childish games and verbal abuse, Webby slowly let go of Lena's wrist and let it limply drop with a dark, no nonsense scowl plastered across her face.
Gathering the truly final last bit of strength, Webby tightly gripped her end of the heavy chain in her hands and ran forward as fast as her little legs could carry her.
"...Rrrrrrrrrrr- RRRRAAAAAAAA-"
"Ah ha ha ha. Oh no." Magica froze.
"-HYAAAAAHHH!" Webby leaped forward with mighty flying sideways kick and violently kicked her arch-enemy's feathered upside down head clean off her body with a loud sickening crack, casing her to lose her hold on Webby's chain seconds before she and Lena's lifeless body were sealed away forever inside Scrooge's McDuck's prized Number One Dime.
"...YESSS!" Penumbra and Fenton cheered together.
Falling to the stone garden floor along with the burning Number One Dime, Webby watched in breathy angry silence as the remaining distorted head of Magica De Spell on the floor shrieked and screamed several vile choking curses down upon her and her family.
"NOOO! MY POWERS! MY BODY! MY EVERYTHIIIIING!" She screamed.
"CURSE YOU VANDERQUACK! CURSE YOU! BY THE NAME OF CIRCE, CURSE YOU AND FAMILY LINE, CURSE YOU AND YOUR CHILDREN! YOUR BLOODS SHALL FILL THE RIVERS OF TARTARUS!"
"CURSE YOU MCDUCK! CUUUURSE YOU! If I had my way, every single member of clan McDuck from ONE to a HUNDRED would choke to death on their own eggshells!"
"CUUUURSE YOU!" She spat in malice. "THIS ISN'T THE END, YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FROM ME, YOU CAN NEVER, THE THOUGHT OF ME GOES ON FOREVER!"
"I live...in your... nightmares..."
Then everything fell silent. As the dark sorceress' demonic yellow eyes rolled back into her head, her bill wide and agape breathed one final breath as her entire head turned to stone. Magica De Spell, the Sorceress of the Shadows and The Shadow Queen, had finally, finally been overthrown.
"Oooooh. Pretty..." Launchpad was still somehow hypnotized by the magic of friendship.
"...Well, I declare." Ma Beagle stood impressed. "Your unruly, disrespectful, scuddy little McDuck brat here actually pulled it off." She paused to take it all in.
"Bless her stubborn little her heart."
...
"Wait, where were we now?" The pilot quickly shook himself out of his blissful ignorant trace to see Webby standing hunched over breathing heavily as she faced away from everyone and stared angrily into blank space, still wearing her black top hat atop her head.
"...Uh, Webby?" Launchpad began to slowly make his way up to her before he was stopped by Fenton who rolled past him the Gizmosuit and blocked his path.
"Everyone, if I may have your complete corporation, I respectfully implore you all to stand back."
Quickly guiding Webby behind a tall stone pillor, Fenton took out something from inside the Gizmosuit and fittted it around the unresponsive duckling.
Now wearing a short, light blue T-shirt that read 'Number One Gimzofan!' on the front, Gizmoduck carefully carried Webby back to the group and held her up, her look of unflinching focused anger and glasses still on her face.
"...There, we're good." Fenton smiled, while Gyro was as well utterly and completely speechless in wide-mouthed confused anger.
"Alright boys, she's good..." Ma Beagle gave her sons permission to look again.
"I- I- Did- Did that..." Gyro stuttered.
"...Did that SICK, IRRITATING little blue space mutant actually do something intelligent for once and talk sense into this wildly abnormal freakish kid?! NO! I refuse to believe it! I won't!"
"But wouldn't that just make you even more ignorant Earther?" Penumbra asked, causing the scientist's face to twitch and convulse as his brain tried it's best to reject what his ears had just heard.
"...EEENNNNNOOOOOOUUUUUUGGGHHH!"
Slam! Gyro slammed his foot down hard on the floor, just in time for a loud, almost indistinguishable thunder sounding blast to go off in the distance and echo all throughout the temple. Moments later, everything grew eerily silent.
...
"Waitwhat?" Gyro questioned.
"Yeah that definitely wasn't you..." Fenton calmly agreed.
And then it happened. Hundreds upon hundreds of dry living skeletons of all shapes and sizes quickly burst hands first through the floor in flashes of bright red light and poured down into the temple garden through the small skylight on the ceiling like angry disturbed ants out of an ant hill.
With deep distressing inhuman moans that sang over each other in a feather-raising unharmonic fashions, the ever-growing horde of tortured ageless zombies screamed in cursed agony and all struggled to make their way towards target. All towards one little petrified duck in particular, Webby Vanderquack.
"...WAAAAAAAHHH?!" The entire group except Gladstone Gander cowered back in fear.
"WE'RE NOT GOOD! WE'RE NOT GOOD!" Webby tried to say through her tightly clamped bill.
"Jumpin' juggarnauts! Run for your lives!" Boucher Beagle quickly picked up his two younger brothers along with his mother and made off with them out of the garden.
"Great idea, LET'S GET OUTTA HERE!" Scooping up Gyro, Penumbra, Launchpad, Manny the Headless Man-Horse, and a certain stone head on the floor as fast as he could in his strong gizmo-arms, Fenton somehow carried all of his friends and followed after the Beagles. But unbeknownst to him, he had accidentally grabbed the wrong stone head by mistake.
"...Hey, uh, guys? You uh. You forgot your-" Gladstone paused to pick up Scrooge McDuck's Number One Dime off the floor and watch as all the skeletons in the garden completely ignored him and slowly chased after Fenton and his friends.
"-your... dime..."