Better Together Chapter 22: "Schemers Gotta Scheme Part 5"
Guest: Yeah, I feel like I write dialogue better than descriptions too. Descriptions are kinda hard for me, but I really tried my hardest on the last chapter to make it really detailed. I'm glad you liked it! :D
Launchpad McQuack forced open the flight doors with a grunt, "Unh!" He looked behind him, "'Kay, we've officially crashed!" He said cheerfully. The pilot had "landed" (crashed, duh) the plane somewhere close to the mansion at a walking distance.
Louie was the first one to step out, followed by his brothers and Webby. Della, Beakley, Scrooge, and Donald followed, in that order.
"Hey Uncle Donald…" Dewey started, turning to the sailor, "We're gonna walk ahead because…we…want to get a head start on our homework for the weekend!"
"I thought you guys didn't have homework on the weekends." Della raised an eyebrow, putting her hands on her hips.
Louie thankfully stopped Dewey from making a fool of them, "What Dewford over here meant to say was, it's a school project, so we'll just be on our way." He pulled Dewey, Huey, and Webby away from the rest of the family.
"Next time, let me do the fibbing." The duckling in green snapped at his blue-clad brother. They were walking to the manor, which you could see a couple paces in front of them.
Dewey crossed his arms and muttered, "Whatever. It's not like YOU'RE the one who's gonna have a voice-thingy shoved down his throat!"
Louie smirked, "And that's why I'm better."
"No you-!" Huey silenced him by covering his bill with an outstretched hand, "Come on, let's get the package from the door before the grown-ups think we're doing something sketchy."
Dewey shook his head and spoke, his voice coming muffled from Huey's palm, "This already looks sketchy."
Louie scowled, "Nonsense."
"Oh yeah?" Webby motioned to the big cardboard box on the doorstep. The box had a small sticker on it that said 'Keep Out Of Reach Of Children.'
Louie laughed nervously, "Well, they can't see that from all the way over here." He walked up to it.
Huey didn't respond, but grabbed one corner of the box, while Webby grabbed the other corner, and Dewey supported it from the middle.
"Louie, help us!" Webby hissed. Louie placed his finger on the corner of the box, "That's not helping!"
Louie grinned, "I'm stabilizing. Get your facts right."
"This is your scheme, so you need to help us!" Huey narrowed his eyes. Louie reluctantly agreed, this time actually helping his brothers and Webby haul the box inside the mansion.
"Kids! Should we come inside? What are ya doing?" Scrooge's voice came from somewhere nearby.
Louie tensed, "You guys take it upstairs, Webby and I will cover." Huey and Dewey quickly pushed the package up the red stairs.
Scrooge made it inside, setting his cane on a golden cane rack close to the door.
"So, Scrooge, how are you doing?" Louie asked him. A loud "THUD!" and "CRASH" came from upstairs, making both Louie and Webby cringe and wince in response.
Scrooge glared at him, "What was that?"
"That…was...s-something." Webby stammered. Scrooge gave her a weird glance, but Della called from behind, "Scrooge! Where do we put the statue?!" She came inside with Donald, Beakley, and Launchpad.
"Set it here for now." Scrooge told them, taking the statue and placing it on a dark brown table with fancy curves and a few gold accents.
The statue itself was also gold, in the shape of a delicate and detailed-looking Maltese dog standing upright. Its haunches were tucked in, exposing the stomach area, which was a silver color. It was holding a green emerald in its paws, and had emerald eyes too. Its nose was a blue sapphire, and its dainty claws were red rubies. Small silver crystals lined its head like a crown.
Clearly, this would retail for a great price if it were sold.
While Scrooge was chatting with Donald, Dewey and Huey came downstairs with the fake version of the Maltese McGuffin. Huey had polished it upstairs, making it look as convincing as possible. He handed the replica to Louie, who slyly replaced it with the real one. Hiding it behind him, he said, "Welp Uncle Scrooge we better be going."
He walked backwards toward the stairs, then broke into a run, the other kids at his heels. He unlocked the door to his room, held the door for the others, and then closed it behind, making sure to lock it.
Louie opened the window, dangling the statue off the edge of the windowsill. A harpy came and grabbed it with its talons and carried it away.
"I took your advice about training them, Webs." He smirked, "Imagine: Harpy-Fast Postal Services!"
"So to be clear she will take it to Gyro, right?" Huey deadpanned.
"Yes, Hubert." Louie sighed. He took out his phone, "Gyro, did you get it?" he pressed his cheek against the screen.
"Affirmative." Gyro responded on the other side. He was sitting at his desk, which was white with a matching white stool.
"Wow, those harpies are fast!" Webby commented.
"Yup." Louie said proudly.
Gyro just realized something and scowled, "There's a small scratch on it. The harpy's talon must have done that." He looked annoyed.
"It's just one infraction." Louie huffed, "No big deal."
"I guess it's okay." Gyro told him, "I'll give the harpy the voice modulator so she can bring it to you."
Louie agreed, and soon enough, the harpy came, banging its beak on the window. He opened it, and the harpy screeched, dropping a small metal object in the boy's hand. Louie thanked her and rolled down the window.
Dewey, knowing what this meant for him, let out a howl of protest, but Louie held him down and crammed the voice modulator down his throat.
Dewey growled, "How dare you! This is illegal! It HAS to be illegal!" He gasped, "My voice! What happened to my voice?!" he sounded identical to Mark Beaks.
Huey, Louie, and Webby all tried to keep from laughing, but soon Louie and Webby were down on the floor laughing. Huey, who was trying to act the most mature, eventually ended up letting a small chuckle escape.
"Haha, very funny." Dewey scowled, "Let's just get this over with."
Louie forced himself to stop laughing. He wheezed, red from laughing. The duckling tried to keep a straight face, "Sure thing." He dialed Emma Glamour's number and then handed the phone to Dewey.
The screen splits to show Ms. Glamour on the other side stroking a Persian cat. She is sitting in a very fancy living room with servants fanning her, "What is it!?"
"Uh…yo mom! It's me…Mark…"
"Ugh, Marcus." She rubbed her temple, "Quit disturbing me."
"As you probably know, I am THE techie in Duckburg, and your business directory says that you HAVE to accept calls from important people."
The fashionista rolled her eyes, "What do you want from me? And why is your phone number different?"
The ducklings exchanged scared glances.
Dewey covered, "Excuse me, I'm a techie…I can change my phone number no problem! I would like to know who your former clothes designer, Daisy Duck, is working for."
Huey whispered to Webby, "I don't think he even knows what a 'techie' is."
"Daisy Duck? Ugh, she went off to design some rich guy's wardrobe. If you want to find her so bad, I'll just text you the address…but…" She took a deep breath, "QUIT DISTURBING ME!" She screamed then closed her phone. As promised, she texted Louie the address.
"This is PERFECT!" Louie looked around the group of ducklings, "We can finally find out where June is!"
The ducklings cheered.
"Cape Suzzette, here we come!" Webby yelled.
Wow, I feel like a lot happened in this chapter! We're so close to the finale, so stay tuned for that. Yay, I will have officially finished 3 stories then! (Obviously not counting one-shots lol)
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P.S. I put some new emojis in my outro to spice things up a lil, because heck, why not? :D