A/N: Hey, I'm finally back. Sooooo, this chapter may either be one of my better or worse chapters of my longer ones, I'm not too sure. I've been so burned out lately by writing the past few chapters of this fic and trying to make sense of everything I may have lost my better sense of judgement here. And the pure madness of 2020 so far really hasn't helped that much, sorry about that. But hey, at least it's not all gloom and doom...
Hooray! Season 3 of DuckTales has finnaly returned! The almost 5 months of waiting is over! WOOOO! It's kinda hard to believe that because of the covid and everything that only 8 new episodes have aired this year so far, but the wait is finally, finally, over.
riverajocabed1: Oh thank God. I never truly realized how much I hated the number 79 up until now. I know that it will probably be a long while till you read this chapter, but just so you know, I greatly, greatly appreciate this.
(Reviewer Name That Isn't Allowed for Some Reason): Yeah, well there's a very good reason for that. The chapter title, Life, the Duckverse and Everything, is based off the Darkwing Duck episode title, Life, the Negaverse and Everything, which in short, was based off the 1982 novel by Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything, which was all about time travel and the end of the world and stuff. So I think it all makes pretty good sense.
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"WaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAHHH-" Splash!
Holding tightly onto Huey as he hugged him close to his sturdy metallic armor, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, most famously known as Gizmoduck, along with Dr. Gyro Gearloose, Ma Beagle, the Beagle Boys, young Penumbra, Manny the Headless Man-Horse, and the upturned Time Tub all dropped high from the cloudless blue sky above into a shimmering shallow lake with a collective series of wide-spraying splashes.
As Gizmoduck and his companions quickly resurfaced from underneath the cool rippling water with the mostly helpless F.O.W.L. duckling safely in his hands, the quiet wooded great outdoors of beautiful Calisota past welcomed the group of time travelers in a warm sunny embrace of clean, unpolluted, summer fresh air.
"Hypothetically speaking, what would happen to the Gizmosuit, if it was, say, completely submerged in water?" Fenton asked with light chuckle and smile.
"It'd get wet." Gyro shook the water from out of Lil' Bulb's head and placed him back underneath his hat. "Fitting, for a nameless somebody here who's still wet behind the ears..."
"Ma, how he'd know?" A very wet Black Arts Beagle wondered.
"Is- Is every one okay? Dr. Gearloose, Penumbra, Beagles?" Fenton asked around.
Ma Beagle coughed up some water as Bouncer and Burger helped her to the edge of the lake. "Never better..."
"N- N- N-"
"...What's wrong with Penumbra?" Fenton quickly splashed his way up to her as she stuttered and starred directly up into the bright sun high above.
"A better question right now would be NOT wrong with Penumbra." Gyro somehow refused to shake his head down at her. "Honestly, I'd really like to know."
"Dr. Gearloose, please! Penumbra! C'mon, speak to me!"
"N- N- Ne- Ne-" The young moonlander barley managed to communicate amidst her mind-numbing shock.
"Oh, well she's fine I guess. Wait, what about Webby? Webby? Webby? Webby- WHERE'S WEBBY?!" Fenton passed off Huey into Gyro's arms and immediately began to search for her in water.
"Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no! What if she can't swim?! Wha-What if she's lost again in the time stream?! What if she's-"
"-Up a tree?" Gyro calmly interrupted with a cold frown as he held Huey sideways underneath his right arm.
Quickly getting the half-blind scientist's hint, Fenton paused and looked up to see Webby clinging precariously to the top of a tall pine tree in her Gizmoduck T-shirt. But from Gyro's perspective, she looked like only a little feathered blur with short legs and a long chain dangling down.
"...D-Don't worry Webby! Just- Just remain calm. I'll get you down! Just gotta, just gotta. Uhhh."
Quickly flipping down the makeshift ladder of branches on the tall conifer tree, the duckling safely leaped to her feet on the ground and posed proudly with her hands above her head, completely ignoring her Magica scratched up face and that she still couldn't speak with her bill tightly clamped shut the way it was.
"Oh wow." Fenton beamed and threw a couple of triumphant thumbs up in the air as he and the Beagle Boys clapped for her.
"Clap clap clap clap." Manny clapped along with them and then slowly paused after receiving a few awkward silent stares.
Clearly not enjoying the sudden unwanted attention that he had brought onto himself, the Headless Man-Horse quickly fitted Magica De Spell's disfigured stone head onto his neck and clapped once on the ground.
"What?"
...
"...Big Beagle! Time tub! Out of the lake! Let's go!" Gyro ordered as he stopped struggling with his definitely not wrecked sentient invention and pointed to a distant blurry Bouncer Beagle.
"Hold it! I give the orders to the Beagle Boys around here." Ma Beagle growled and then paused. "Bouncer, help the sorry man..."
"Sure thing Ma!" The massive Beagle Boy cheerfully pulled the submerged hot tub out of it's watery grave and carried it out onto the bank.
"Oh blathering blatherskite. That's- JUUUST what I was afraid of..."
"What?" Fenton rolled up curiously while Webby quietly fiddled with her clamping metal bill restraint beside him.
"Waterlogged." Gyro replied without bothering to look up from the Time Tub's control panel.
"Can you, run that by me again?"
"We're up the creek without a dinghy..."
"Uh! Could you please be, a little more specific?" He asked.
"WE'RE STUCK HEEERE!" Gyro suddenly spun around and shrilly screamed out at Fenton, causing him and Webby to jump back in surprise and hug each other in fear.
"...I-"
"-THHAAT'S RIGHT!" Gyro interrupted and continued his raving mad scientist monologue as he mindlessly swung Huey around by his legs.
"Stuck in the past! Time Tub's ina-functional! Gone kaput! Broken down! Given up the ghost! All washed up! Worthless! Completey worthless! Worthless worthless worthless!"
Ma Beagle just stared at him.
"How do you even put up with this, wildy outlandish loon?" She asked. "I mean look at me, I'm a mother, I have to put up them everyday. I don't get it, why don't you just quit?"
Fenton sighed. "I know Dr. Gearloose is a bit... out there. But he how genuinely means well. Like his inventions, he's not really evil. Just, misunderstood."
"...Hey, umm, Dr. Gerloos-"
"-WHHAAAT?!" Gyro almost instantly turned around in unfiltered wild anger.
"Maybe we, just, ran out of gold again..."
...
"Heh, heh heh. Ran out of gold. If that's not the most ridiculous assumption I've ever hear- RAN OUT OF GOLD?! HAAA! ABSOLUTELY ludicrous."
"It's... entirely possible." Fenton calmly argued.
"It's not even remotely possible! I loaded up the gold myself, I know what I did!"
"But- But if we just simply checked-"
"-Knock it off, NON-intern! We've still got plenty of gold! And to prove it to all you, second tier simple thinkers, I'll fix it myself! Now! Don't get comfortable! We depart in exactly-"
"Boys." Ma Beagle motioned for her sons to get comfortable.
"-five minut..."
"What are you doing?" Ma Beagle asked as Fenton knelt down in front of a small unlit campfire in the dark and systematically waved his large gloved gizmo-hands back and forth.
"...The plan is to fan this spark into a flame." He replied as she frowned and quickly struck a match into the firepit, instantly setting the dried pile of wood ablaze and illuminating the campsite in soft warm frickling firelight underneath the starry night sky above.
"Thank you..."
Getting up and rolling over to where Webby was sat down on bedside Huey, Fenton held her up in his lap as she remained mostly silent and limp while looking very deep in thought.
"Sorry if this hurts a little bit Webby, and I know that you're already going through a lot right now, but you definitely don't want to those scratches to get infected." Fenton said as he gently cleaned off the duckling's messy face with a fluffy white rag, and Webby didn't really object that much.
"As all it takes is a just a little dirt underneath the skin to throw everything inside way out of proportions..."
"It was very brave of face off against Magica like that, but please don't put yourself in any more danger like that. Especially if you're... Uhhh..." Fenton awkwardly stammered a bit and then continued.
"Mr.-Mr. McDuck and the rest of your family all love and care for you so very much. So please, for all their sakes, let us do all the adventuring from here on. Okay? My father wasn't around for me, but until you're safe at home, I promise that I'll be around for you. I'll make the world safe and sound for you, I promise. It's-" Fenton paused and put his hand at his chest with a smile.
"-a Gizmo-promise..."
"Hmmfh." Huey tried to say as he sat blindly beside both of them with his legs crossed and visibly tense.
"Oh. Make that, a double, Gizmo-promise."
"...Oh." Bigtime began to cry and sniffle while in tears from the pure Gimzo compassion he had just witnessed.
"That's so sweet of ya- AHHH!" The Beagle Boy yelped as his mother only lightly smacked him in the head.
"Ma! Ma! We got the berries!" An excited Bouncer Beagle suddenly ran up from out of the woods with a wide grin and a very disappointing number of wild edible berries in his large arms.
"All that excitement over just that little piddlin' amount?!" Ma Beagle asked.
"Sorry Ma. Burger insisted on eating a few to check if they were poison or not."
"...Where is he?"
"Back with Black Arts getting dessert!"
"Dessert?"
"Waaahh-AAHH! BESS! BEES! Oh my- BEES! BEES! BEES!" With Burger hot on his tail and a broken off leafy branch in his hands, an angry swarm of furious honey bees and a bear chased directly after Black Arts who ran for his life straight through the camp and back into the dark woody forest.
...
"HHMPH!" A tired and dirty Gyro Gearloose suddenly marched out from the woods and threw down his makeshift metal detecting tools to the ground in a heap.
"Hi Dr. Gearloose!" Fenton smiled and cheerily waved to him.
"I'm not exactly sure who this Duckles H. Bennett person was, but whoever he was! He can go f-"
"-SOOOO! Uhhh... No gold? I, presume." Fenton quietly asked his boss.
"Ah ha ha ha. Absolutely, positively- NO GOLD!" The irritable grumpy scientist blurted out in anger as began to pace in circles around the camp and make wildly random motions with his arms. "This forest is one-hundred percent, completely, goldless! Goldless! Goldless! Goldless! Goldless!"
"Dr. Gearloose, just look around. Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. We should all be at least a little thankful."
"Uh huh, yeah, alive. Alive and lost in the wilderness with a couple of criminals, three insubordinate kids and dummy. Ha! Talk about lucky."
"What did Huey do wrong?" Fenton asked as he held the duckling safely in his arms. "He's literally incapable of doing anything rebellious right now. And we really should focus on getting this evil, THING, off him soon. You okay Huey?"
"Oh, hat nephew didn't do antying wrong." Gyro calmly stated with his arms crossed.
"Then, you ment two insubordinate kids then?"
"No, I ment what I said, child..." Gyro said with an very disapproving annoyed with the entire world frown.
"Well, then- then who's the dummy?" Fenton asked as Bigtime and Bouncer briefly glanced at each other in suspicion.
"...I ain't a dummy!" Bigtime argued while Manny sitting upright on another log gradually took notice of the still silence in the air around him.
"Hold, up-" The ghostly horse slowly clapped.
"Hold it!" Ma Beagle stood up. "You can't call him a dummy. He worked for me last remember? That honors all mine..."
"Dummy..." Gyro starred blankly at the dark blurry shapes in front of him.
"...I ain't a dummy!"
"You can't call him a dummy." Ma Beagle simply repeated herself.
"Hey, y-you- yous guys?" Bigtime timidly began.
"I CAN CALL HIM WHATEVER I WANT!"
"Isn't the forest just so peaceful at night? Huey, Webb-" Fenton paused as he noticed Huey beginning to shift and sqiurm about uncomfortably, and it didn't take long for him to figure what exactly was wrong with the little blind duckling.
"Oh boy..."
With a quiet sigh of acceptance and his time traveling friends still arguing back and forth over each other in the background, the famed hero of Duckburg carefully guided Huey back into the thick shrubbery of the dense forest, leaving Webby all to herself as she stretched her arms and curled up on her hard lonely log, her sleepy yawn forcibly held back by the tight clamp locked around her bill. Even if she could somehow get some sleep now, this was going to be a long night...
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"BACK! BACK! Back metal beast back!"
"Waaaaaaaahhh?!" Fenton came crashing down to the forest floor with a thud as a slender shadowed figure threw a lasso around him and then leapt up onto his back.
Getting the attention of all the other campers expect Penumbra who was still very much still out of it, an older woman with golden yellow hair and dark green eyes stood proudly atop her catch and tightened the lasso with sudden tug.
"Evening strangers! Just caught this mysterious masked metallic THING sneakin' up on ya with this cold steely look in his eyes. Very suspicious... You all should really be thanking me."
"It's- It's a person! In a suit!" Fenton pleaded. "Definitely not a thing!"
"Wait, haven't I seen you somewhere before?" Gyro rubbed his eyes as he stepped forward to get a better look at the intruder.
"Hmmm. You look awfully familiar too..." The mysterious woman rubbed her bill as both her and the scientist stared intently at each other.
"Must just be my imagination."
"Yeah, never seen you before." The woman agreed.
"...Uh, pardon me Ma'am." Fenton began as he slowly undid the lasso from around himself. "But who are you, and what exactly are you doing in the middle of our distress camp?"
"Who me? Well, uh, I was just, uh, looking for, uh, an old freind..."
"While wearing a dress and high heels in the middle of nowhere?" Fenton asked, his expression completely baffled behind his mask.
"Well, I uh, uh. I- I find it's, umm, easier to- to- Hey, HEY! Gruffi, SIT BOY! SIT!" The woman suddenly threw her attention aside to Black Arts being chased up a tree by the bear. And surprisingly, the bear immediately obeyed her order and sat down obediently upon a pile of leaves.
"Thanks random forest bear lady!" The Beagle Boy politely thanked her.
"Don't mention it. Wait, who are you?"
...
"MMMMmmpph! HHHmmmpph!"
"Hold on people! Webby's trying to say something!" Fenton turned around as the duckling stood up and tried her absolute best to cleary warn all the adults about something.
"Anyone here good at charades?"
"What's wrong with your kids?" The woman asked, looking even more puzzled than before after finally noticing Webby and Huey in their both very unusual compromised states.
"Oh." Fenton quickly pulled Webby towards him and hugged her. "Weeeeeee, had a run in."
"Oh, a run in huh? ...Call me nosey, but I just gotta know with who."
"A witch. Well, more like a vile evil sorceress."
"Oh really, a witch huh? Hmmm." The woman paused for a bit to lightly pat the fighting little duckling on the head. "Nice kid."
"...Talk less, smile more, happily receive temporary comfort hugs." Fenton smiled and hugged Webby even tighter, much to her obvious dismay.
"Ha, bunch of softies." The woman laughed. "Let me guess, you're lost."
"And you're not?" Gyro glared at her extra suspiciously.
"Uh! Of course I'm not, lost! Just, saw your firelight, and got, uh, a bit sidetracked." The mysterious woman stopped to take a quick sip of the food sitting by the fire. "Hmmm, not bad. What do you call this?"
"...Cold Junkyard stew!" Bouncer happily replied.
"M-My! How, charming." The mysterious intruder clearly lied. "But if you don't mind, I think I prefer the warm close comforts of civilization..."
"Civilization?! Here?!" Fenton suddenly perked up in excitement.
"You heard me right, Duckburg Woodchuck camping lodge. Just over the ridge, through the forest, pass The Bottomless Grimman's Gorge and straight through Big Butch's Borrasca Bog. Can't miss it."
"Civilization?! With soft beds? And- And pretty little doilies? And- And like actual food and all of that?"
"Hey!" Bouncer complained.
"We just ate..." Gyro quickly reminded the non-intern.
"...Campfire smoke gives me an hefty appetite!"
"HHHmmmpph! MMMMmmpphh!"
"Please Webby not now, the adults are speaking." Fenton quickly hid Webby behind himself. "Civilization?! With soft beds? And- And pretty little doilies? And- And like actual food and all of that?"
"Hey-" Bouncer began to repeat himself before his mother gently stopped him.
"Keep talking..." Ma Beagle ordered.
"Yep, and all of that. But don't worry, I can take you all there. I mean you're clearly not cut out for the great outdoors like I this." The mysterious woman waved for her bear and everyone to follow her into the night.
"Oh wow. Good to know there's still good nice people in this world that you can trust, without the fear of them ultimately stabbing you in the back..." Fenton smiled.
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"Hello dere Woodchucks and chuckies. Now- Now just hold your applause please, thank you."
"Professor Ludwig Von Drake here. Certified scientist, Woodchuck scoutmaster, and all-around expert on all brilliant amazing things! The Professor, and that's me..."
"Welcome one and all, to the fourteenth annual Junior Woodchuck talent show! The show, were all you talented and gifted spry young youngsters, battle it out, in a display of monumental Woodchucking proportions! Don't worry folks, it's all just fun and games. Ah-ha-ha-ha."
"BUT, for this most grand momentous occasion, we were most fortune to have someone we all know and love here to speak tonight, and help us judge everyone most impartially, and, fairly..."
"...Everyone give a great big round of applause, that means you can all clap now, to the one and only, Scrooooge, McDuck!"
Everyone in the audience clapped as an old Austrian bespectacled duck stepped aside to make way for the very familiar Scottish guest speaker. Straightening his top hat and then clearing his throat, the richest duck in the world spoke loud and clearly into the microphone placed up on the large wooden outdoor stage.
"It is such a great honor for me to have been invited here to speak tonight. As you all know, Duckburg's economy is booming, businesses are growing up at a rapid pace, hundreds of new job opportunities are opening up, all, to a long, prosperous, BRIGHT future, for Duckburg!"
"BUT, I cannot just accept all the credit for this success to myself, at least not all of it. For when I was just a wee lad, one of your very own founders, and my hero, Mrs. Isabella Finch, was such, a GREAAAT inspiration to me!"
"...Her daring adventures, her truly inspiring pageturner quests! The hard-earned back-breaking lessons she shared with us all, MOLDED me into the man that I am today! And taught me how to stand firm, under the most GRIM, knuckle-whitening, adversity-"
"-McDuck! I-" Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dozens of smoking shots filled the crisp night air as a pack of Beagle Boys stormed the stage guns a blazing with shotguns in hand, much to the displeasure of their old Grandpappy who only weakly hit them with his cane.
"-Stop it! Stop it! Stop it dang it! McDuck," Click! "I accuse you!" The short elderly Beagle aimed his shotgun at Scrooge who was not at all alarmed even in the slightest.
"...Ladies and gentlemen, please remain seated." Scrooge calmly said and began to push the angry Beagle grandfather away. "Would you kindly show the tired old geezer to his seat, he clearly needs help."
"Hands off McDuck! Or else I'll-" Click! He cocked his shotgun for the second time, completely wasting another round as it fell onto the wooden boards of the stage.
"Why do keep doing that?" Scrooge asked.
"Do what?!" Click!
"That."
"What about it?!" Click!
"Do you not even know how firearms work?"
"Of course!" Click!
"So you do know or you don't know?"
"You got my great granddaughter Kathy kicked out of the Junior Woodchucks!" The Beagle said as he completely ignored Scrooge's question. "You and your family keeps ruining our Beagle way of lives!"
"First, that DANG high and mighty hero of yours Cornelius Coot, beating up an intire army of poor defenseless Beagles, then YOU robbin' the deed to Duckburg from me and my family!"
"...You stole it first." Scrooge said.
"Rightfully robbed!" The elderly Beagle aimed his shotgun directly back at the old duck.
"Well she, was bad."
"Whaaat?!"
"She was kicked out, because she was bad."
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" All of the entire packed audience aggred.
"...Lies! All lies! You're all making up lies against my Kathy! She was the best! AND the most talented out of all these dang kids! And she's gonna prove it! Boys? Is the stage all set?" He asked his grandkids.
Bankjob, Babyface, and Bugle quickly responded by just laughing wickedly in high pitched giggly voices.
"...Well done! And if anyone even dares to boo, shoot em! And if there still breathing afterwards, shoot till they're long deaaad! Ladies and gentlemen, may I present, the winner of thirteenth annual-"
"Fourteenth annual." Ludwig von Drake quickly whispered in his ear.
"-fourteenth annual, Junior Woodchuck talent show, the golden cup of the Woodchucks, Katherine Beagle, and her time machine, to steal back the deed of Duckburg! And Y'all better dang well CLAP."
"Lights! Or whatever you can them new-fangled dang things! Curtains!"
At the command of the elderly Grandpappy Beagle, the tall red curtains to the now brightly light up stage were pulled aside to reveal and a crude, child's made set of a large cardboard box drawn to look all fancy. And stading proudly right in the middle of it, stood an eerily familiar looking young Beagle girl in a black mask.
"This is it boys! All your sister's hard work and dedication has finally paid off! For the future of Duckburg is ours! AHHH- HA-HA-HA! HA-HA!"
...
"Ma? Is- Is that really you?" Bigtime blinked and repeatedly rubbed his eyes in shock, he could barely even believe in what his tired Beagle eyes were seeing.
Ma Beagle frowned. "Let me just say, as I've gotten older, the roles have gotten better..."
"Uhhh, what year, is this?" Fenton asked, him, Gyro, Webby, Huey, young still far out of reality Penumbra, Manny, Ma Beagle, and the the Beagle Boys were all hidden behind some thick bushes up on a hill overlooking the stage.
"Uh- Uh, hold it a second, excuse me." Scrooge suddenly interrupted the young Beagle's show. "But a 'TIME' machine? Really?"
"Y-Yeah... Why? What's wrong with it?" Kathy asked in wide-eyed, genuinely innocent curiosity.
"Well, it's- it's just that- wh- wh... Why go to all that trouble? Couldn't you just come up with a much less complicated and overall simpler plan instead of an utterly and completely ridiculous one with little to no chance of ever succeeding?"
"I- I-" Kathy was at a sudden loss for words in her greatly limited vocabulary of mostly heavy southern slang.
"You may as well just sneak right into my home and swipe it straight from of my desk while I'm not looking..."
"But- But-"
"Way to make a spectacle of the whole thing dear, but you should really be heading home and off the bed." Feeling actual sympathy for her, the old Scottish duck sighed and began to walk her off stage. "There's far more important things a child should be concerned about than a foolish old man's menial trivialities..."
"Foolish?! MENIAL?!" Grandpappy Beagle began to get riled. "WHY I oughta-"
"McDuck! I..."
"-Boys! It's that haggard old mantrap from my dreams! FIRE!"
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Bankjob, Babyface, and Bugle all blindly fired up into the dark night sky at the unsuspecting, familiar, feminine British voice above.
"WHAA?! Hey! It's not nice to fire at a lady! And it's incredibly STUPID to fire at a WITCH!" The owner of the voice quickly emerged down from the shadows on her flying broomstick and landed flat on her webbed feet as she came to a complete stop.
"Is that?" Fenton wondered aloud.
"Magica? Yep, that's her." Although he clearly couldn't see her, Gyro still immediately recognized her distinctive, booming way of speaking.
"Whoa, how old is- Uh! Was she anyway? Exactly?"
"WAY old." Gyro told him as Ma Beagle just stared forward in silence and then suddenly looked much more intimidating and cross than usual.
"C'mon boys! We don't have time for this..." She somehow grabbed all four of her sons by their ears and began to drag them away.
"Ow- Ow- Ow- Ow- MAAAAAAAAA?! WHHHHHHYYY?!" Black Arts wailed almost more than loud enough for everyone in the entire vicinity to hear.
"Oh okay guys, see ya later." Fenton politely waved them all goodbye.
"Hey! This my raid!"
"Back off buster!" The white feathered dark sorceress in a wedding dress angrily pushed the elderly Beagle aside and marched forward towards Scrooge while dragging an unfamiliar, harmless looking little duckling with jet-black hair along with her by her wrist.
"Far too many times I've slipped up and let success slide between my fingers like tiny little grains of SAND! But this time, the end of our tales will be different..." Magica paused to shove her young ward in front and take a hold of her small feathered palms.
"By the hands of this little DUCK and ancient magic in their WAKE, Minima, give your dear Aunt Magica, her BIG, BREAK!"
"But- But Auntie." The duckling spoke in a quiet, polite, reserved tone of voice. "It might hurt him..."
"Of COURSE it MIGHT, hurt HIM!" Magica continued loudly. "We're not here to make besties!"
"Now." The sorceress paused to turn her neice around to face her and smiled sweetly. "What is the best thing about you again?"
"That I look really good in a scuba suit?" The duckling left her bill agape and rapidly wagged the tip of her tail feathers in complete, gullible excitement as Magica was left temporally speechless and her life long arch-enemy Scrooge McDuck just stared at her in top hat tilting confusion.
"...Would, you excuse us a minute please?" The sorceress quickly pulled her neice behind the curtain and began to scold her.
"You horrid little meat puppet, you're shaming the legacy of the De Spell name! We've talked about THIS! NOW, what is that one THING you hate the MOST with every fiber of your well-rounded, desirable little body?"
"Eh, pardon. But what is the child, doing here?" Scrooge asked.
"Wait, come again?" Magica stuck her head outside the curtain.
"You're not bringing another innocent child into this too?"
"...What? Oh, she was the flower girl."
"What?" Scrooge was still left genuinely confused.
"I was the flower girl!" Minima smiled proudly with her eyes closed and gestured to herself.
"Methinks she said, she was the flower girl." Ludwig von Drake deduced.
...
"She was the flower girl..." Bankjob simplify told his brother.
"...She was the flower girl." Babyface passed down the message to Bugle.
"She was the flowe-"
"-I KNOW!" Scrooge suddenly blurted out.
"Hoo-de-hoo! Scroogey!" The mysterious women from earlier stood at the very edge of the stage and waved.
"GOLDIE?! WHAT THE BLAZES?!"
"Oh. There she is." Fenton smiled to himself.
"McDuck! I-"
"-I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me." Scrooge immediately interrupted Magica while almost instantly calming back down.
"...AAUGH! Pox and pestilence, pustules and plagues! Pay attention to me! I was here SECOND!"
"Sorry, I'm so sorry."
"WHAT?! OI! Bite me McDuck!" The sorceress waved both her and her nieces curled up fists at him in years built up spite.
"Goldie! What in world do you think you're doing here?!"
"Well, I- I heard-"
"-You heard?" Scrooge simply asked in clear annoyed boredom.
"Okay okay. I snooped around a bit and found out you were gonna be here tonight, soooo, I came as soon as I could."
"...And, I assume, to rob me blind just like you always do?" The old duck crossed his arms crossly at her.
"Well, that. And also that I- Well, just wanted to see you again Scroogey. It's been a while hasn't it?" Goldie gently rubbed underneath her old flame's chin with her finger.
"And it's never long enough..."
...
"McDuck! I-"
"I'm sorry, but who is this frivolous, angry old woman Scroogry?" Goldie asked.
"What?!" The sorceress stood back in shock.
"Do you know her Scroogey?"
"...I swear, I don't know this woman." Scrooge simply said.
"What?!"
"Were you married to her Scroogey?"
"WHAT?!"
"WE WEREN'T, MARRIED! Like, I'd ever, marry her!"
"That's right! We both hate each other equally!" Magica put her arm around Scroogey in a rare, brief moment of agreement.
"Not true! I hate you more than you ever could!"
"Sooo, what was the plan then?" Goldie asked. "Get married to some poor old rich sap and then just fly off into the night with his fortune?"
The sorceress paused. "No... And I'd like to see you come up with a better one!"
"Oh, you mean spiking all the drinks and then collapsing all four corners of building so as not to leave a trail behind?" Goldie grinned smugly as she swirled a bang of her silky golden hair.
"...And you thought that was a good plan?!" Magica asked, quite offended by Goldie's vastly superior scheme.
"Yep. Everyone couldn't be happier and more terrified."
...
"That's enough! It's my granddaughters time to shine!" Granpappy Beagle began. "She rehearsed her part for months, and I'm not about to let all her hard work go to waste!"
"Oooh, and what a little cutie she is too. Wouldn't mind taking her for myself..." Magica stopped to look over the young Beagle girl and then slowly ran her thumb down cheek, making her visibly uncomfortable.
"I'm hot and naughty too Auntie." Minima suddenly added.
"Wait wait?" Scrooge and Goldie both wondered aloud at the duckling's sudden, odd remark.
"Hey! You don't touch my granddaughter!" The elderly Beagle pulled her away from the sorceress and held her closely. "She means the world to me! And this old Beagle's bones still have the strength they need to protect her, at all costs! Oh! My back..."
"Can't you take a JOKE?" Magica asked as she tightly griped her young niece's wrist without thinking and swung her around. "It's not like I was ACTUALLY going to kidnap her, and make off with her or anything..."
"That's literally what you were thinking wasn't it? And I think somebody really ought to set this wee one here straight." Straighting his top, Scrooge McDuck took the oblivious duckling aside and spoke to her.
"Cute, should mean, sweet, cuddly and innocent. Not suggestive and blatantly amorous."
Minima just remained wide-eyed and silent, looking like Scrooge had just told her all the lost secrets of the universe while locked in her own little world of vile darkness and magic.
"I'm not exactly sure what you've been telling her, but I'm now more than just a little wee bit concerned."
"...I said that's enough!" Grandpappy Beagle yelled and held his shotgun back up. "Everybody better sit down! Kathy's gonna put on the best show y'all ever see, AND win the prize!"
"Hold on, what prize are we talking about here?" Goldie asked.
"The golden cup of the Woodchucks backstage of course! What else?!"
"Sorry, but there's no golden cup back there. Trust me, I would have seen it."
"Are you sure you didn't just, swipe it clean away like everything else?" Scrooge raised a single suspicious eyebrow at her.
"Please! Scrooge! Do you know how you're taking too? UGH!" Goldie sounded surprisingly offended for once. "I didn't swipe anything!"
Clang, clang, clang! All of Goldie's random assortment of stolen valuable treasures fell out from underneath her golden dress at the same and scattered across the stage at her feet.
"From here..."
"Huh? I wonder what happened to it then. That golden, Junior Woodchuck trophy that is..." Fenton wondered and starting to rub his chin while poor little Penumbra just continued to stutter mindlessly to herself.
"Ne-Ne-Ne..."
Then it hit her, suddenly smacking Webby right in the face upon realization. The missing Woodchuck trophy, Ma Beagle completely ditching them earlier, the wrecked, barely functional Time Tub that Bouncer had carried almost all the way here on his back, it all made sense.
Desperately fighting out of Fenton's tight protective grasp that he had on her, she wiggled to ground and said in the most intelligible way she could muster. "Thrre gonnnmn thhh levvve ussss!"
"...Sorry Webby. Didn't quite catch that." Fenton quickly apologized to her.
"Ne-Ne-Ne..."
"THRRE GONNNMN THHH LEVVVE USSSS!" Webby jumped up in the air several times and pointed towards the dark wooded bog far behind them.
"Wait. They're going to, leave us? They're going to, leave us?"
"She said they're going to leave us. Hmmm, whoever they are." Gyro told him.
"Ne-Ne-Ne..."
"Oh! Oh. Uh oh..." Fenton paused for a brief moment to gather all his thoughts. "AUUuuh! The Beagle Boys are going to leave us!"
"What?!" Gyro questioned aloud, the madness once again returning to his tired eyes and face.
"Ne-Ne-Ne... NEIL WINGSTROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!"
Echoing loudly all throughout the open forest clearing, Penumbra's shrill cracking voice filled the air as she cursed upwards at the starry night sky above and then collapsed unconscious flat to the cold grassy ground below. It was definitely not one of here better Earth days.
"Wait what?" Literary everyone on the stage and in the crowded audience turned to stare at the now exposed time travelers up on the hill.
"Oh blathering blatherskite." Fenton and Gyro both muttered sadly at the same time.
"...Wha-Wha-Wha-WHAAH?! What is THAAAT?! What is THAAAAAAA-AAAATTT?!" Magica De Spell was taken back in obvious horror and offense at what she had just seen. Her own upside-down deceased stone head, placed upon the neck of a clearly non-inconspicuous headless Man-Horse just standing there up on the hill with his friends.
"Oop! Time to go! Gizmoduck ooooooooouuuuuuut!" Quickly picking up Gyro, Webby, Penumrba, and Huey all underneath his arms, Fenton sped away as Manny stopped covering his face with his hooves and galloped away after them.
"HEY! That's my face! What are you doing with me FACE?! Rrrrrr! Minima!"
"Yes Auntie?" Minima quickly ran up to her Aunt as ordered.
"We ride! McDuck!" Magica pointed her finger at Scrooge with a cold venomous glare after pulling her niece up behind her on her enchanted flying broomstick. "I'll be BACK to deal with you later! Together we shall channel ALL OUR magics, to BLAST, that one singular horse!"
"MAN-HORSE!" Manny clapped from a distance as Scrooge and Ludwig von Drake just watched the dark shadowy sorceress fly off.
"Well, this has been an enjoyable experience. But I- Wait. My wallet... My keys!" The old Scottish duck patted himself over and then looked around for Goldie who was now clearly nowhere in sight.
"...GOLDIE YOU BACKSTABBING- I WILL FIND YOOOOUUUU!"
"Just remember." Ludwig began to remind him. "Anger never got anybody anywhere."
"BAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHH!" Scrooge angrily pushed straight past Grandpappy Beagle and his still frightened granddaughter, accidentally knocking his shotgun onto the stage.
"DANG IT McDuck! Mark my words! Duckburg won't last! My grandchildren will see to that! They will get what's rightfully theirs! They'll get it!" The elderly Beagle grandfather shaked his fist at him for the very last time.
"It may not be in my lifetime, but Duckburg will fall, and Beagleburg will rise! The Beagle Boys will be the emperors of the world! They'll have kings and presidents groveling at their feet!"
"Mark my words McDuck! Some-how! One-day!" He stopped to pick up his firearm and aim it directly at the back of Scrooge's head.
"UHH! Scroogey!"
"GOLDIE YOU- Waaah-aahh?" Goldie rushed out from seemingly nowhere and tackled Scrooge down onto the stage, somehow ending up flat underneath him as they both rolled out of the way.
Click! The shotgun didn't fire.
"DANG IT!" Grandpappy Beagle angrily threw his shotgun onto floor, snapping the empty firearm clean in half.
"What a way to take advantage of me Scroogey..."
"Ooooh! Well would look at what we have here? Little children..." Magica smirked down at Fenton as she chased after them on her broomstick, cackling softly as she prepared to cast a spell from her wand.
Realizing what her Aunt was planning to do, Minima stood up in fear and tried to take the wand away from her.
"Wait Auntie, STOP!"
CRAAA-AAAAACK! The lighting fast spell missed it's target, catching a tree on fire instead and cutting it down into several neatly stacked rows of firewood in the process.
"Damn it Minina! That's it! I've had it all the way up to here with you you vile little brat! You make me sick! It's almost like you WANT a beating or something! You either stand proud with ME and our family, or side with McDucks!"
"Auntie wait! I can't hold on! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh- Ugh!" Minima was saved as the sorceress swooped back and caught her just in time from a high deadly fall.
"Good, you're not hurt..." Magica quickly looked her niece over. "Now sit back there and be quiet!"
After quickly catching back up to Fenton as he raced his way literally as fast as he could back to the Time Tub, the sorceress magically took a hold of the long the chain trailing behind Webby and yanked it backwards, pulling both her and Huey out of his grasp as they tumbled roughly onto the forset floor.
"Oh no! Huey, Webb- Waaaaaaaahhhh-" CRASH! Fenton spun widely out of control in the mud and crashed flat into a tree as he tried to turn back around.
Somehow recovering from being horribly choked the way she was, Webby threw Huey over her shoulder and tired to make a run for it, only to bump right into something warm and alive and fall backwards back onto the ground.
"Hhhmm?"
"Yes?" A younger Bradford Buzzard turned to face her in the dark, his large reflective glasses shone brightly over his ominous yellow eyes.
"...MMMMMMMMmmmm!" The duckling quickly picked up Huey again in a panic and ran while the Buzzard just glared at her.
"Ah ha! Now I've got you..."
"HHHGRK!" Webby's escape was once again put to a sudden painful stop as Magica pulled back on the far end of the chain with her hand and choked her backwards.
"Not sure why she's chained up like this, but I'm sure it was done by an incredibly nice person..."
"STOP AUNTIE NOOO! You're hurting her!"
"Oh, so you think THAT'S hurting her huh?! Ok then, I'll show you! I'll show you TRUE hurt!"
Summoning a large burning ball of dark purple magic that crackled with energy and her blew her and nieces dark hair up in a powerful magical gale, the sorceress carefully aimed her wand and hurled her spell down at the pair of duckling's far below her. Unable to stop it now, Minima just covered her eyes in fear.
"...HAAAAAA!" THHWWWOOOOOOM! It was a direct hit. The ball of magic hit it's target with a bright purple blast, the tight metal clamp around Webby's bill and mask locked around Huey's head finally came off.
Webby coughed, and for a brief moment was relieved that she could actually open her bill and finally speak again, but soon found it completely impossible to stand back up as Magica's spell had somehow reverted her back into a merduck laying in the mud, her pink fish tail felt the drizzle of light rain running down on her scales.
Holding herself up with her shaking hands, the little muddy merduck coughed again and saw something that almost made her heart stop. Huey laid motionless flat on his back with his hand at his chest.
"UHH! Oh no HUEY! Are you OKAY?! Are you dead?! Are you bleeding?! SPEAK TO ME!" Webby crawled up to Huey in a desperate attempt to wake him up.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
"What? Wait, what's this?" Finally noticing something very out of place underneath Huey's shirt, Webby pulled it up to reveal the source of the beeping, a high-tech mini supercomputer built right into the duckling's stomach. How had nobody seen this before?
"Wait wait? WHHAAAAAAATTT?! YOU'RE A ROBOT?! Or, half-robot. That doesn't look very comfortable, or, healthy..."
"Host damaged. Security breached. Countdown to termination in, fifteen, seconds, activated." A familiar pre-recorded feminine voice warned. And why did it kinda sound like Gand-
"-Wait? Termination?! Like in DEAD?! Huey what is THIS?! What has F.O.W.L. done to you?!" Webby begged for a clear answer from him.
...
"...From deep beneath the shadow of Killmotor Hill, lies a golden beast awaiting us still." Huey finally spoke, his eyes now wide open and fully dilated.
"Thunder roars and climates chill, till humanity learns the reality of the being named B-B-B-Bi-"
"-WHAT?! Huey?! You're not making any SENSE! But to be be fair, Dewey and Louie rarely made much compelling sense either..."
Huey just breathed slowly in response.
...
"Sorry Webby, don't trust anyone, and especially me. Huey goes boom now. Heh heh ha."
"WEBBY!" Fenton screamed at her.
"HUEY! WHAT- Ughhh!" BOOOOOM!
Manny dove forward out of the dark and rushed Webby to safety just as the self-destruct system inside Huey reached zero, instantly triggering an electric charge that detonated the system and the F.O.W.L. duckling in a fiery blast that lit up the forest clearing in heavy smoke and flames.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO! HUUUUUEEEEEYYYYY!" Webby reached out to the fire helplessly from Manny's hooves as tears began to well up in her eyes, Gyro and Lil' Bulb were speechless.
"This war is too much..." Fenton hugged Penumbra close to him.
"Huh? Who? Whatsit?" The young moonlander finally began to come to in his arms.
"...C'MON! This way!" Gyro ordered.
...
"C'mon! C'mon! Work dang it!" Ma Beagle hit the Time Tub with her heavy brick filled purse, it's system now completely full of valuable precious gold.
"C'MON!" She hit it one final time, finally starting it up as it quickly reached full time power.
"...YES." Smiling devilishly, Ma Beagle climbed up into the Time Tub with her four sons and laughed. A full, hearty, wickled laugh that she hadn't let out for months.
"This is it boys! All your Ma's hard work and dedication has finally paid off! For the future of Duckburg is ours! AHHH- HA-HA-HA! HA-HA!"
"Killer choice of words Ma!" Bouncer complemented her with a wide smile of his own.
"No wait, STOP! Don't leave us!" Fenton raced up to them with Gyro, Webby, and Penumbra all under his arms.
"So long suckers! Been nice knowin' ya! See ya another time!" Ma Beagle set the Time Tub for launch, slowly hiding her and the Beagle Boys in blue bright light.
"Fenton! Extendo-arms!" Webby said.
"What?"
"YOU HEARD THE KID! EXTENDO-ARMS! REACH!" Gyro somehow held tightly onto Webby, Penumbra, and Fenton all at same time and smacked the Gizmosuit, extending it's gizmo-hands out towards the Time Tub ahead which automatically griped the edge of it.
"...Uhhhh, Ma?" Bigtime tapped his mother on the back.
"What on this planet is going oooooooooooonnnnnn-" All of the time travelers in and outside the Time Tub including Manny who ran up just in time to get caught up in the afterblast disappeared in a sudden flash of light, leaving Magica and Minima all alone in the middle of the forest hovering high up on their flying broomstick.
...
"Uh, Auntie?" Minima gently nudged her Aunt Magica who remained silent in messy haired, unjustified anger.
"...You're lucky that I don't disown this instant you fool."
"A-A-Auntie?"
"You're a fool Minima. A fool that embarrassed me tonight, and let McDuck and his little friends get away scot free. Do you JUST, want to ruin EVERYTHING for US?!"
"N-No. I- I- Uh-"
"Shut up!" The sorceress snapped at her. "When we get home, I'll teach you to respect your Aunt! But good!"
"Wait! Auntie! I- I didn't-"
"Or, would you just prefer it right here and now? FINE!" Magica flew down to the ground and shoved her niece back against a nearby tree.
"W-W-Wait! Auntie no!" Mimina cowered back as much as she could with her Aunt standing tall over her with fire ignited in her eyes.
"Quiet! I gave you a chance to prove to me you could be a good girl and obey me, and if you just knew how to listen, you wouldn't be such a bad, ugly little spunk slut." The sorceress snapped off a strong, flexible branch from the tree and held it up for Minima to see.
"And you KNOW very well what happens to bad, ugly little spunk sluts that don't listen... Now, roll up your dress!"
"...But- But Aunite, I- I can't! That's, private!"
"Shut up you brat! You brought this all onto yourself!" Magica yelled at her. "Roll up your dress!"
"N-N-NO!"
"Don't you dare raise your voice with me young lady! Now roll up your DRESS and turn AROUND!"
"NO! -Ow!" Mimina closed her eyes and felt the sting of a sharp slap to the face.
"Oh c'mon, I didn't hit you that hard..."
"Yes you did! And it hurt! OW!" Magica slapped her again.
"All you ever do is complain! Stop being so selfish!"
"I'm- I'm not selfish! You- You blame me for EVERYTHING!" The duckling struggled to speak clearly as she began to cry. She hated when her Aunt Magica yelled at her like this.
"I'll show you! I'll run away! I'll run away and never come back! And find an Aunt that will really LOVE ME! I'll show you! I'll sho-" Minima was caught up in a spell as her Aunt Magica lifted her up in the air like a puppet on strings and held her only inches away from her cold face.
"Are you even listening to yourself right now? I guess I'll have to repeat myself, LOUD and CLEAR for you, since a dead from the neck up fool like you obviously can't remember..."
"Nobody would want you. And you're crazy if think otherwise. You're a De Spell, and nothing can ever change that. Without me, you are truly, nothing."
"No, NO! AAAHH! Auntie stop!" The duckling tried her best not to cry as her sorceress Aunt held her upside-down and began slowly wringing her out like a wet towel.
"It breaks my heart to see you act this way Minima. I love you so very much, and yet you continue to test my patience..."
"But- But- But Mom and Dad never hit me!"
"...Good for nothing waste of ji- Maybe they didn't hit you because you actually OBEYED them. Now why can't you obey me? Your Aunt that loves you?"
"Because Mom and Dad never told me to KILL ANYBODY!" Minima screamed back in Magica's face.
...
"Well somebody's telling you now." The sorceress stopped torturing her niece and put her back on her trembling feet.
"This is your LAST CHANCE, CHILD. I'm not making this complicated for you, and I'll be sure say it slowly, one more time for you, so that your feeble little mind can comprehend it. And just remember, your parents would want this. ROLL, UP, your dress, and turn, AROUND."
"...N-NO!" Minima refused. "I- I'm- I am not a puppet! I- JUST- WHY- W-WHY, WHY DO YOU KEEP TREATING ME LIKE THHIISS?!"
"You're- YOU'RE just, a- a MONST- Hhhrk!" Magica's niece was choked into panicked silence as she was held off the ground by a single twisted hand.
"If this is what you truly want, then fine then! You're spending the next two weeks time out in the cellar! No dessert! No dinner! Oh, and I'll be taking these too..."
The sorceress smirked and snapped her fingers together with her free hand, magically stealing Mimina's eyes straight from their sockets and leaving empty holes in her head. Magica had to admit, it felt good to terrorize that annoying little slut like this.
"AHHH! My eyes! Auntie please! Put them back! AAAHHHH!" The duckling began to scream again as Magica struck her in the head with her broomstick.
"After you learn to behave and be a good girl! Hold still, this is for your own good! And from here on, speak without being spoken to, cry, scream, smartmouth, fight back, make any other random annoying fool noises, and you'll get the stick even harder!"
"Now get down on your knees and say you're sorry! Kneel before your Aaaaunt! Do I make MYSELF CLEAR?"
...
"Ye- AAAHHH!"
"DO I MAKE, MYSELF, CLEAR?!" Magica hit her again.
Minima gulped, her head throbbed in terrible pain as she got on her knees as ordered. "Yes. Auntie..."
"Say it."
"...I'm sorry, Aunti-" WHACK! "AAAHHH! WHHHYY-" WHACK!
"Cut the cute Auntie stuff already! You are no longer worthy to be called family! From this moment onwards, you will call me, your master."
"Say it..." Magica ordered.
"SAY, IT!"
"...I'm sorry, maste-" WHACK! "RRAAAAAHHH! STOP! PLEASE! DON'T- AAAHHH!" WHACK! Minima bleed from a fresh wound on her forehead.
"We can do this all night if we have to Minima. Say it like you mean it, and I mean REALLY mean it."
"I-I'm, s-s-s-so-" WHACK!
"You're crying! You're CRYING! You're crying again! I warned you about the CRYING!"
"S-s-s-sto-p-p. I-It, HURTS!" WHACK! "AAAHHHH!"
"Just shut your ugly trap already you filthy little scum hole! I'll whip your fat feathered tush into shape yet!"
"Someone, please. Anybody..." Minima knelt face down on the forest floor and cried softly for help, yet nobody came.
Magica sighed. Instead of hitting her young blind niece over the head like every other time before, she let herself relax and bent down to her.
"...Don't worry Minima, when I'm finished with you, you'll be perfect, the perfect little girl." She paused to gently stroke her niece's feathered tear stained face.
"Silent, tender, obedient, and most of importantly, completely underneath, my thumb..."
The sorceress held up her broomstick.
"Uuuh-uh-aaahh uhhh. What is HApen-innng? Where is my faaMily? Feeling all weird and floaty all of the sudden. AAHHH!" Huey fell backwards to the ground as his 'body' passed right through a tree.
"Great, you're inside of a tree now. Just, great..."
WHACK! "What's the matter MiniMAAA? You seem a tad upset at something. Maybe you would like a little nap or something."
"Magica?" Huey sat up and looked around after recognising the sorceress' loud and distinctive voice.
"AAAAHHH! AUNTIE NOOO-" WHACK! With a final blow straight to the head, Huey watched as Minima was finally knocked unconscious into an eyeless little duckling beaten into a motionless, curled up little heap on the ground.
"Oh no... Oh- Oh no! D-D-Don't worry!" Huey stuttered and floated out of the tree." Huey will- uh. Do, something!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh- Wait what?"
Passing straight through Magica's body as Huey quickly ran up to try and stop her, the duckling flipped into a bush and slowed down to a complete stop inside of another tree.
"Annnnnd, you're inside of a tree again. What is this ghostwood?"
...
"...Your time here is up."
"Huh? AAAHH!" Huey jumped back in surprise at a sudden warm presence standing behind him. It looked like an older but familiar woman wearing an adventurer's outfit and hat.
"Who- Who-Who? Who are you? Wait. Are you my, guardian angel?" The duckling asked, unaware that his feet weren't even touching the ground anymore as he just floated over it.
"You could say so, in a way..." The woman said.
"...Wait. I- I think I know you from somewhere." Huey thought back for a bit. "Mrs. Isabella Finch?"
...
"In the spirit..." The woman replied with friendly smile.
"Wait, how- how can I be so sure that's it's you? Uh, the real dead Isabella Finch, I mean..." The duckling asked.
"...Junior Woodchuck rule two: All Junior Woodchucks must be open to the unknown-"
"-in their quest for the truth!" Huey finished over her and began to grow excited.
"Ha! You really are Isabella Finch! Ha ha ha! This is awesome!" Unconsciously floating over to where she was standing, Huey took her hand and shook it.
"H-H-Heuy- Huey Duck! A-Agent of, of F.O.W.L., and Junior Woodchuck! My- My Uncle loved your adventures!"
"He did? I'm... flattered." Isabella Finch looked simultaneously embarrassed and proud at the same time.
"...There, I'd say that's more than enough punishment for you, for now anyway." Magica spoke to her still unconscious niece as she lifted her up and tied her beaten little body onto her broomstick.
"Let's see how you like the heavy duty instruments back home. Maybe THAT will finally be enough to KNOCK some sense into that thick skull of yours." And with that, The Sorceress of Shadows mounted her flying enchanted broomstick and flew away, she had a lot to work to do.
"Magica..." Huey whispered as Magica disappeared into the dark shadows of the night sky. "Isn't there, anything we can do to help her?"
"I'm afraid not. At least not now." Isabella Finch said. "The corporeal world is mostly off limits to the astral plane. Try and lean against something, you'll float right through."
"Hmm, over-complicated ghost physics, feeeel like I should have asked Duckworth about this earlier..." Huey rubbed his chin. "So, I'm really dead huh?"
"Well, although it IS possible, I can't imagine in many ways how that couldn't be the case..."
"Ugh, man. I had everything planned out so perfectly too." Huey walked over to a log and sat down in the air just inches above it. "My life, my career, my future, now it's all over."
"Sorry Mom, sorry Uncle Donald, sorry Uncle Scrooge. Sorry, Webby... I thought for sure this was the right path for me, but here I am. Lost in time, betrayed by my boss, my life cut short, now all that's left of me is a ghost, and now it's all over..."
...
"Your quest here may be over, but your adventure has just begun."
"Huh?" The duckling looked up.
"You still have a lot left to learn, as so do I. There's still all sorts of unsolved mysteries and hidden treasures out there, just waiting to be discovered. And together, we can discover, explore, conquer, and chart, the unknown."
"You with me?" The ghost held out her arm to him with a smile.
"Or, you could just sit here all by yourself till the Reaper comes after you and drags your soul off into a uncertain afterlife. Heeeee's, not really a bad guy, just, lacks a certain genuine sense of humor..."
"...Y-Yeah, I'm with you." Huey took Isabella Finch's hand and let her help him back onto the ground.
"Still, I wish there was some way we could help that poor little girl. I'm not sure if you know about her or not, but Magica De Spell, is FAR, from a nice person."
"Nope! Never heard about her. Even though she seems to fit right into the classic evil witch archetype."
"Yeah, she does have the record with just getting soooo carried away... By the way, where is that lost adventure journal of yours?" Huey asked. "The people at F.O.W.L. were really interested in finding out where it's hidden."
"Oh that old thing? Not sure. Must have left it in some place or another." Isabella Finch and Huey walked off together into the night, unaware that they were being spyed on by a certain person in particular wearing state of the art supernatural specs and apparition eavesdropping earbuds.
"Bradford Buzzard to F.O.W.L., report of lost journal of Isabella Finch. Located in, some place, or, another..."
Alison Brie as Minima De Spell
Karen Allen as Isabella Finch
Kath Soucie as Kathy Beagle