Hey guys! I'm going to finish this story for you guys. If you've been reading Truth and Lie, you know I don't plan to update again until December. But I thought since this one is so close to being done, why not just finish it. Also, the next chapter will be the last one, and I really want to make the finale perfect. I'm really picky about finales and they can sometimes mess up the whole story for me (cough cough Uglies series cough cough) so make sure to tell me everything you want in it. I MUST MAKE IT PERFECT!
puppydogs68- Goldie just tells it like it is. Thanks for the review!
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Donald stepped into Scrooge's office. His uncle was flipping through books. Donald came and stood next to him by the desk. Scrooge turned several more pages of the different books scattered on his desk. Donald's eyes scanned over the papers. "What are you doing?" Donald asked.
Without looking up, Scrooge said, "Looking for a way to get Louie's memories back." Donald took a book and examined the image of a lamp. The gold handle spiraled and came to connect to the body of the lamp. The well crafted spout came out from the other side. Different shapes decorated the lid.
Scrooge thought aloud. "I was thinking if we could get that lamp, we could wish for Louie's memories ourselves," he said.
Donald looked at the paragraph written in the book he had. He shook his head. "You can't. This one says that when two wishes go against each other, whichever one was made first will take effect. So unless Goldie wishes to reverse her wish, Louie will stay like how he is," he frowned.
Scrooge pushed himself up from his desk. "Gah! Those wretched wishes!" he let out. Donald took a step back. "Come on, let's go save Goldie," Scrooge said, grabbing his top hat. He put it on his head and got his cane too. Donald put the book back on the desk and went after his uncle. He stopped when he felt a buzzing in his pocket. He fumbled around for his phone a minute and then looked at the screen. His eyes widened when he read the text.
"Actually, uncle Scrooge, we might have to get the kids too," he said, handing Scrooge the phone. Before Scrooge could say anything, Donald was out the door. Scrooge read the text.
We're at Glomgold's house getting Goldie to give Louie back his memories! 3 -Webby
Scrooge put the phone in his red coat pocket and went after Donald. "Wait for me, Donald!" he called. He stepped down the stairs quickly. Donald turned to face him when he reached the front door.
"If they die, I'll kill them!" Donald shouted.
Louie hopped from foot to foot trying to dodge lasers. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" he cried. The weaponry that came out of the fortress walls was relentless. Dewey was fighting off a buzz saw, narrowly avoiding getting chopped into tiny pieces. Arrows kept shooting at Huey, leaving a few holes in his cap. Webby continuously deflected rockets with her foot, kicking them in other directions. All four kids were starting to get tired and were running out of breath.
"We do this every day!?" Louie questioned, ducking underneath a shot.
Dewey nodded. "Pretty much," he shrugged. He slid to the side as the saw came for him.
"I can't believe I was okay with this," Louie frowned.
"Ha, that's funny. You didn't like it even when you were normal. You'd cry and complain and-"
"Not helping Dewey!" Huey cut in. Louie balled his hands into fists, getting frustrated with his near death experience. Just then, a laser shot at his tail feathers. He yelped in pain and quickly tried to put out a small fire that had started on his hoodie. He frantically blew on it, patting it down with his hand. When the flames were out, his hoodie and tail were both scorched with ashy marks. He huffed.
"Who normally gets us out of these things?" he said.
He stopped dodging arrows to answer, even though they were still firing at him. He spoke with hand movements too. "Well... you do. You're the sharp one, so you see all the angles and figure out a plan." He yelped as an arrow almost grazed him. He jumped just in time, his eyes wide.
Louie glanced around. He was the sharp one. He had this. Even if it was somewhere deep down inside him, he could still do it. He just had to dig deep. Taking in a breath, Louie looked at what they had to work with. Not much and anything he did see, the dots wouldn't connect in his brain. He just couldn't put the pieces together.
Louie was startled from his thoughts by Webby. "You guys, I've got it!" she smiled. A small rocket came for her. Doing a flip, she kicked it through the air. It hit the wall with all the traps and blew it up. All that was left was smoky rubble.
Dewey and Huey jumped up. "Wooh! Nice job Webbs! And you blew a hole in the wall, so now we can get in!" Dewey said. Webby smiled and nodded. They stepped over the debris and into Glomgold's fortress. Louie followed them, rubbing his arm sadly. He coughed on a bit of the dust left behind. He frowned. He couldn't do it. He wasn't sharp like how they expected him to be. He wasn't what they needed him to be.
Stepping into the fortress, the walls were dark gray titanium. Huey ran his hand along it, admiring the build. He even was going to lick it to examine it more, but Dewey stopped him. Webby led the way. Lights lit up the fortress pretty well and the floor was carpeted green. A few pictures of Glomgold hung from the walls. It wouldn't be his fortress without it.
Louie followed behind, deep in thought. The kids were all quiet, not wanting to sound any alarms or set off any more traps. But eventually, it began to feel like they were going in circles. Dewey dragged his feet, bugging Huey to give him a piggyback ride. Huey just ignored him and shoved him away. Dewey grumbled.
"Ugh! We're never going to find Goldie!" Dewey whined. Louie fumbled with his thumbs.
"Don't say that. We have to find her or else..." He drifted off.
"We'll get back your memories Lou, don't worry," Huey said. He put a hand on his youngest brother's shoulder and smiled warmly. Louie smiled back.
Suddenly, they were stopped by a monitor that came down from the ceiling. The kids jumped back, surprised. The monitor changed to an image of Glomgold. "Well, well, well. Looks like someone let the McDuck brats in here," he said.
Webby stood defensively, drawing her knife. Louie took a step back from her. Then he turned back to the screen. "Where are you keeping my mom!" Louie said. To Huey, Dewey, and Webby, those words sounded strange, that he had just called Goldie his mom.
"Don't worry, yoo'll be united with her soon enough."
Before any of the kids could process what Glomgold had said, a large cage fell from the ceiling. It was just short of Louie, but Huey, Dewey, and Webby were caught.
"No one can stop me from keeping my love!" Glomgold shouted.
Dewey jumped on the bars of the cell. "Let us out of here!" he said.
Glomgold shook his head. "I'm afraid not," he said.
Huey walked to where Louie was standing outside of the cage. "Louie! You have to get us out of here!" Huey said.
Louie took a step back uneasily. "Me?" he asked.
Huey nodded. "Come on, Louie, we need you," he said.
"I- I can't," Louie stuttered. Huey looked at him confused. Louie started breathing quickly. "I can't... I can't do it. I'm not who you need me to be," he said. His eyes began to water and he turned away from his brother. "Louie? Louie, wait," Huey said, reaching out.
Louie took off running, leaving his friends behind confused. He could hear Glomgold taunting him. "Ha! Looks like the sharpie can't save yoo this time!"
Louie cried as he ran.
He was no Sharpie.
Scrooge and Donald looked over the wall to Glomgold's fortress. It stretched higher than either of them could see. "Do you think the kids are already inside?" Donald asked, a tone of worry in his voice. Scrooge walked around the wall. "Yes, actually. I do," he said. Donald raised an eyebrow. "Really? How do you know?" he wondered. Scrooge showed Donald to another part of the wall. It was blown to bits, leaving an opening. "Oh."
"Come on, after them, before it's too late," Scrooge said, stepping inside. Donald gulped and sucked in his worry. Then he followed.
As they walked through the fortress, Donald started to notice patterns. A dent in the wall, a Glomgold sign, and scratch or indent. When they came to a fork in the hall, he stopped.
"What's the matter, lad?" Scrooge asked.
Donald looked around. "We're going in circles. It's like a labyrinth," he said.
Scrooge followed his nephew's gaze around the fortress. "My goodness, you're right. Which way do you think we should go?" Scrooge asked.
Donald thought a minute and walked a bit down the right path. "This way," he said.
"How do you know?"
"This part of the wall is wet. Huey licked it."
"..."
"What?"
"Maybe I should've pitched in raising the boys when I had the chance."
Donald put his hands on his hips and deadpanned. "Ha, ha, very funny. Now come on. My boys might be in trouble," he said, waving him over.
Scrooge nodded and took a step. But as he did, an opening appeared in the wall. Out of the opening fell an axe, inches from Scrooge's face. He jumped back at the trap. He stepped over it and walked on. Donald was a bit up ahead of him.
Scrooge took another step and several laser beams shot out in front of him like a grid. He took a step back. The edge of his hat was sliced off. "Donald, wait! I have to get past this trap," he called. Donald nodded and stood there.
Scrooge got the axe that was behind him and used it to deflect the lasers. He passed through safely to the other side. "Ha! Can't trip me up that easily Flinty!" he cheered.
Just then, the floor opened up underneath him. He fell, plummeting towards a glowing pit of lava. He quickly caught himself with his cane, hanging. Looking down into the lava, he saw... lava sharks? He just shook his head and sighed at Glomgold. He swung himself up and put his hands on his hips triumphantly.
"Uncle Scrooge, watch out!" Donald shouted. Fire shot in front of Scrooge, causing his eyes to widen. He jumped in front of the fire, but it still got his tail feathers. He patted them out, but while he was distracted, the floor sprung up, shooting him back. He flew through the air, landing him back to where the axe had been. He fell on his stomach and he groaned.
Picking himself up, he wiped his glasses and put them back on. Then he turned back to see all the traps he had gone through.
"Donald! How in the blazes did ye get over there without dying!" Scrooge asked, tapping his foot. Donald just shrugged. Scrooge huffed and rolled up his sleeves. "Some blasted fortress won't get the best of Scrooge McDuck!" he said.
A voice startled him. "Hello, Scroogie." Scrooge yelped and jumped back. On the wall to his left was a screen with Glomgold on it. "Flinty," Scrooge said. "I see yoo've seen my really neat fortress, filled with booby traps certain to kill yoo," Glomgold said. Scrooge straightened his hat.
"Why would you not let me through, but let my nephews through!" he asked confused. "Me? I don't have a remote. This place has a mind of its own," Glomgold chuckled. Gene stood behind Glomgold.
"Actually sir, you wished for, and I quote," Gene began. His voice changed with magic to sound exactly like Glomgold's. "I wish I had a humongous fortress, full of deadly traps and heavily guarded to keep Scroogie out and Goldie in." Then his voice changed back to normal. "Which means that no matter how much Scrooge tries, he can't get in and the fortress will do its best to prevent him from ever getting past this point," Gene said.
Glomgold, Scrooge, and Donald shouted in unison, "What!?"
"I mean... that's right Scrooge! I meant to do that, and now yoo can't get in here! Mwahahahah!" Glomgold said.
Scrooge crossed his arms. "I'll find a way, and when I do get into this blasted fortress, I will-"
"And by the way, I have yoor kids. Three of them, anyway. Have fun fighting through all those traps that are magically IMPOSSIBLE for yoo to get through!" Glomgold said, interrupting him. Then the screen turned black.
Scrooge and Donald exchanged a look. And they could both tell what the other was thinking.
Aw, phoey.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Make sure to tell me anything you want to see in the finale so I can get it right. This is my first time making an actual finale of one of my main stories. Thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites!