Fenton strolled into the lab happily with a bagel in his mouth. He loved his job. He looked around. Gyro didn't seem to be there at the moment. At the far counter was a large telescope and a mess of papers. Hmm, doesn't seem like Dr. Gearloose's usual work, He thought, walking up to it. I'm sure there's a reason for it.
He grabbed the paper on the top of the pile, taking another bite of his bagel. "Oh! Star-mapping! Stupendous!" He said through bagel.
Fenton knew Dr. Gearloose didn't like him, but he couldn't help but admire the man. He's always doing such interesting experiments. He put the paper down and picked up another. This one had slews of calculation and in the center an illustration of a meteoroid. Under the meteoroid was scribbled a large 3 weeks, circled in red pen. "Ah, so there's going to be a shower! How exciting! Let's see what we can see."
He sat down to peer into the telescope and saw only red. Fenton turned a knob to try and focus. It didn't work all that well but he looked at the red blob as blurs of gold became visible. Whatever it was it was weird and it was either much bigger, or much closer than the data showed. Fenton looked at the calculations. "Something's not right," he mumbled to himself. He found a blank spot on the paper and began writing. After finishing his fifth or so equation he dropped his bagel and gasped.
"Crackshell-Cabrera..."
Fenton turned around promptly to see a very irritated Gyro.
"What are you doing to my research?" he snapped.
"Oh! Dr. Gearloose! W-well I'd just come in this morning and I saw the telescope and I was curious. So.. um, I looked at your data, but... uh... I found an error?" Fenton smiled nervously.
"Error?! Who's the scientist? I don't make errors!" Gyro yelled.
"B-but Dr. Gearloose..." there was that one time...
"You're just an intern! What do you know? Don't you have a robot — my robot — to go play in?"
"Yes, Dr. Gearloose. Right away, Dr. Gearloose." Fenton sulked out of the building.
Approaching the street crossing, he looked in the direction of home. Then he looked towards McDuck Manor. If my calculations were correct, I should really tell someone.
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Fenton knocked at the door of the mansion. He received no answer, but knew someone was home because Mrs. Beakly had let him through the gates, so he let himself in. Standing in the foie was the Duck family, clad in full 1700s pirate garb, although Donald still hat his sailors hat on instead of a banana. Huey was examining an old doubloon with a magnifying glass, Louie was trying and failing to hide a diamond necklace in the pocket of his hoodie, and Dewey had somehow gotten ahold of the saber his great uncle had been holding only moments earlier. They all stopped what they were doing to look at him. "Oh! Pardon the intrusion, sir. It's just that... um, I assume Dr. Gearloose told you about the meteor, and well I don't know when he told you it was supposed to arrive, but it's coming a lot sooner than that..." Fenton chattered.
"The what?" Scrooge gawked.
"He's right," Gyro sighed, appearing in the doorway, unannounced. The entire party jumped.
"Oh... that meteor. I'd almost forgot," Scrooge mumbled.
Gyro continued, "I know I told you it would arrive on earth within the month, but well... we only have three days. I forgot to carry a 1," he muttered the last part under his breath.
"Alright, then we'll take an expedition to retrieve the gold next week," Scrooge said dismissively.
"No, you don't get it," Fenton interrupted him, "it's BIG; and it's headed for the middle of the city."
"Duckberg needs to excavate," Gyro concluded.