A figure then leaped right in front of the kids.
"GLOMGOLD?!" said Dewey and Webby.
"Uncle Scrooge's worst enemy!" asked Mabel.
"Thank you for the introduction!" said Glomgold. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get my hands on that treasure!"
"Hey! We got here first!" said Mabel.
"How did you even follow us?!" asked Dewey.
"Well, it wasn't easy..." said Glomgold.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
"OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!"
"AHAHAHAHA!"
"WOOH! WAH! AHHH!"
"I can't waste me time answering questions! I've got a treasure to steal!"
"Why do you want it?" asked Webby.
"A treasure from the founder of one of the most mysterious towns? Must be worth millions! And with that treasure, I can use to become the richest duck in the world and take down Scrooge McDuck once and for all!"
"You want to sell this precious artifact from a town that's not even yours for money just to take down Scrooge and settle a petty grudge? Why am I not surprised?" asked Mabel.
"Wait! There might be traps though!" cried Mabel.
"I'm not gonna listen to-"
The room suddenly revealed a giant donut-shaped pitfall around the podium, revealing a sea of chickens underneath.
"Ha! Nice try, but your poultry is not match for Flintheart- hey!"
The chickens began to fly out of the gap and attack Glomgold.
"Ah! Curse you wild poultry!" said Glomgold as he sank into the sea of chickens.
"Oh, come on! More chickens?!" shouted Dewey. "How do they even live under here after all these years?!"
"No time to be cowards!" said Webby. "We gotta race for the treasure!"
"To adventure!" called Mabel, diving into the chickens.
"There's gotta be another way around!" said Dewey cowardly.
"What other way is there! We got no choice!" called Webby. "We gotta swim in the chickens!"
"Why?!"
And so the swimming race for the treasure began. Webby and Dewey quickly caught up to Mabel, pushing and shoving past the chicken. There were a lot of feathers flying around in their faces, but that didn't stop from the treasure. Glomgold, meanwhile, was, quite honestly, pathetic against the chickens. At last, the trio climbed up to the center podium with the treasure on it, covered in scratches and feathers.
"Finally, now we can finally discover what's in this thing!" said Webby.
"We made it!" said Mabel.
"I wouldn't say so!" called Glomgold, holding a pig.
"WADDLES!" said Mabel.
"You wouldn't!" said Webby.
"Oh I would!" said Glomgold, holding the pig over the chickens. "Hand over the treasure chest, and no one gets hurt!"
"...Mabel, just hand it over," said Webby.
"Are you kidding me?!" asked Dewey.
"But, Webby, we've worked too hard for the treasure!" said Mabel.
"I know, but it's not worth sacrificing your pig over," said Webby.
Mabel looked to Glomgold. She did not want her pig to become chicken chow.
"Okay, Glomgold... you win."
Mabel took the chest and walked over to Glomgold on the other side. Glomgold and Mabel slowly gave each other their objects.
"Haha! Got it!"
"Think again," said Mabel grabbing her pig. "Glitter bomb!"
Mabel threw a bunch of glitter at Glomgold's face.
"Ah! Me face!"
One kick to Glomgold's stomach causes him to throw the treasure chest and have it be caught by Mabel. Glomgold fell off and landed in the chicken again.
"Curse you, Mabel Pines!" cried Glomgold once more.
"Come on! Let's go!"
Mabel, Webby, and Dewey quickly ran to through the chickens and climbed to the other cliff.
"Glitter might not work on an owl, but it sure works on a Glomgold!" laughed Webby.
"Man, that was awesome!" cried Dewey. "You think we lost Glomgold?"
"Yeah! Definitely!" said Mabel. "Come on! Let's go back through the traps and get back outside!"
"Wait! Don't you want to see what's inside the chest?" said Dewey.
"Oh yeah! What's inside?! Let's see!"
The trio looked inside the chest. Finally, the treasure of the fall's founder was finally to be discovered. And it was... disappointing.
"Wait? That's it?" asked Mabel.
"I mean... looking at it now, it kind of makes sense..." said Webby.
"All this trouble! For this!?" said Dewey. "I got attacked by chickens... twice, for this?!"
"I mean, it's not bad..." said Mabel.
"Well, at least we can now say we found the treasure of your founder," said Webby. "I mean, I've dealt with way worse before... cough The Golden Cricket cough"
Halfway through the trip back out of the cave, Webby spoke Mabel.
"Hey, that was really cool what you did with the glitter," said Webby. "Might not have been the way I would've done it, but still pretty impressive."
"Thanks," said Mabel. "I told you glitter would come in handy. Just kind of wished we could still be grappling hook buddies."
"Well, maybe we still can!"
"But Webby! What about you know... how different we are?"
"If I wanted to be with someone who was exactly like me, I would've just talked to a mirror... seriously, don't do that. It really messes you up," said Webby.
"Yeah, me and my brothers are nothing alike, but that doesn't stop us from being, you know, brothers," said Dewey. "Oh man, did I just seriously pull a Twilight there?"
Webby laughed. "I think what Dewey's trying to say is that even though we might not see eye to eye at times, that's okay. you have your own ways of adventuring, and I have mine. Still doesn't mean we can't be buddies! I mean, you managed to prove to me glitter can be a weapon! I never would've thought of that if you hadn't come along."
"You're right," said Mabel. "Sorry if I was acting dumb before. And I mean, hey, we still have one thing in common."
Mabel and Webby pulled out their grappling hooks.
"Grappling hook buddies?"
"Grappling hook buddies!"
"Hey guys! I think we're almost out of here!"
"Not for long!" said a voice.
"Oh come on!"
The gang turned around to see this time, Glomgold standing with a pack of chickens under him.
"So, we meet again! And this time, I'm not alone!"
"I swear, if this means I'm getting attacked a third time..."
"Seriously, where is your uncle?! Shouldn't he be here?!" asked Mabel to Webby.
"I think he's preoccupied or something," said Webby.
"Haha! That's what you get for messing with Duck-tective you rascally brute!"
"Seriously?" asked Dewey annoyed.
"Now hand over the treasure chest, and no one gets hurt!" said Glomgold.
"...Okay."
"Wait, what?!" asked Glomgold surprised. "You're just gonna hand it over... without a fight?!"
"Uh, yeah," said Mabel. "We kind of saw what's inside it, and turns out... we don't really want it."
"...And I spent an hour taming these puny poultries... for nothing!"
"Yeah, basically," said Dewey.
"Gah! The things I do to destroy Scrooge Mc- oh never mind! I finally get to keep the treasure! It's all mine," cried Glomgold.
"Okay, well... here you go," said Mabel. "Don't say we didn't warn you."
Mabel quickly handed the treasure chest to Glomgold, who laughed maniacally before he opened the chest to find... disappointment.
"WHAT?! That's the treasure your founder's been keeping this whole time?!"
"We warned you..." said Webby.
"I cannae make a fortune with this! This is junk! This is what I think of your so-called treasure!"
Glomgold threw the chest to the ground, smashing it to pieces.
"Well, okay, since we're done here," said Dewey. "I guess this means we can go-"
"I didn't spend six hours of my life getting through this cave for nothing!" Glomgold interrupted.
"Six hours?" asked Webby. "But we've only been under here for three!"
...
"Get them!"
"Oh no you don't! Glitter bomb!" cried Mabel.
Mabel whipped out a bag of grenade and threw it to the ground, causing it to fly all over the place, blocking the chickens' view.
"No! Stop! What are you doing?!" asked Glomgold. "Attack them! Not me! Curse you sparkling matter!"
"Man, I gotta get some of that stuff for our adventures!" said Dewey.