"Alright boys, time to pack up the limousine and high tail it out of here," Scrooge said opening the bedroom door."
Five more minutes..." all three triplets whined in unison.
Scrooge huffed and walked to the window. He drew the blinds in one swift motion, revealing the bright orange sky of a sunrise; except something about this sky wasn't right. The sun was already well above the horizon, but the entire sky was orange, and it was getting redder by the minute. "I see your point," Louie said jumping out of bed.
"You'd better get dressed quickly. I think you're uncle's starting to have a nervous breakdown," Scrooge said as he left.
The house was abnormally quiet for being the home of eight (and a ghost butler). However, you could almost hear the meteor coming. It sounded like a loud gust of wind. He looked towards his money bin and grimaced. If this thing is really headed for the center of the city... "Let's get this show of the road!" Huey called. "I have license plate bingo! Or we could play I spy! Or sing road songs!"
"Heh, ok, ok," Donald said hesitantly, "get in boys,"
He looked at the sky nervously, while the odd little family got into the limousine. "Oh, it'll be alright," Scrooge said putting his hand on Donald's shoulder. "It's not that big. We're just evacuating so we don't get caught in the shrapnel."
"I guess you're right."
"Well that's good, cause there's no way that we'll make it out in time," Louie remarked pointing at a line of cars on the horizon.
"It's such a beautiful day today isn't it?" Said launchpad, adjusting the rear view mirror.
"Hm, yeah," Scrooge mumbled staring absentmindedly into the top hat on his lap.
The family sat in silence for a bit. Huey slowly pulled a book of songs from his bag but was promptly denied by Louie without a second thought. Dewey and Webby were having a contest to find the weirdest cloud. "WOAH I THINK I SEE IT," Dewey shouted. pointing at a tiny speck in the sky.
The kids all unbuckled their seat belts and rushed to press their beaks against the window for a closer look. Mrs. Beakly tried, to no avail, to make them sit back down.
Scrooge turned and gazed into the flame red sky. He peered at the tiny dot that was growing bigger by the second. He couldn't tear his eyes away from it. Sunlight reflected off of the golden surface in a way that was almost blinding. The rays danced off the uneven surface beautifully. It was like a shooting star. Then the sun was covered by a cloud. Scrooge squinted. Now that the flares had disappeared it was clear why Gyro had mentioned rust. It was much redder than the sky. There also seemed to be small fractals of silver coloring.
Scrooge felt his nagging suspicion that something was wrong return. He put his hand to his forehead to get a clearer look. The fast approaching object was nearly sixty percent gold but the reddish silver part also looked metallic, if rusty. It was much longer than it was wide. It had strange dents and jagged edges and tapered off in a point. "Heavenly Heathers," Scrooge gasped, "Launchpad stop the car!"
"What? Oh you mean like… without crashing? I don't really know how to do that, there's people behind us."
"I SAID STOP THE CAR!" Scrooge roared.
"Uncle Scrooge, calm down! The meteor…" Donald tried to touch his shoulder but was quickly slapped away.
"STOP. THIS. LIMOUSINE. THIS INSTANT OR ELSE…"
" I can't. We're going too fast and it's bumper to bumper,"
"Curse me kilt," He smacked his forehead.
Scrooge found the nearest door and yanked up the lock peg, swung the it wide open and leapt. He hit the ground and immediately pushed himself up and started sprinting towards the center of the city.
"What's he doing? He's gonna get hurt!" Huey shrieked.
"Mrs. B!" Donald indicated.
She nodded, confiscated the wheel from Launchpad, and pulled over. Donald ran after Scrooge and the boys trailed quickly behind. Webby exclaimed something about a family adventure and followed. Mrs. Beakley sighed and joined them and Launchpad chased after asking who was "it".
"Scrooge!" Donald screamed.
He kept running like he hadn't heard anything. He glanced at the sky. It was heading straight for the money bin, just like he suspected. He veered into a sharp turn.
"The meteor… You're going to get yourself killed!"
Scrooge looked at Donald and huffed. Still running he responded, "HOW DO YOU NOT GET IT, LAD?! IT'S NOT A METEOR!"
"What?!"
Scrooge skidded to a stop several yards from the money bin and outstretched his hand to stop the onslaught of family members from getting any closer. "Look," he said pointing at a banged up red and gold rocket ship that was on the brink of smashing into the bin.
Donald's eyes widened. "No…"
"BRACE YOURSELVES," Mrs. Beakly yelled.
She pulled Webby into a tight hug. The boys huddled and covered their heads. With a deafening boom the rocket crashed into the money bin. The shockwave blew the family back, shattering the windows of the surrounding buildings. A shower of golden coins fell on the city.