Over the course of the next two days Scrooge tried everything he could think of to get the ring off Huey but to no avail; nothing seemed to be able to make it budge. The only real stroke of luck was that Daisy was moving so Donald was helping her and therefore not in the mansion much, so keeping him in the dark was easy; for now.
However, the good luck was balanced out by the realization that the ring was making Huey more volatile the longer it remained on his finger.
Webby entered the boys' room on the third day with optimism and some of her granny's spy tools, hoping to help remove the ring and was nearly hit with a ceiling light. She nimbly evaded the lighting fixture turned projectile and used the bag of spy gear she was carrying as a shield. "Guys, I borrowed some stuff from granny that might help."
Scrooge was in the room with the boys, attempting to get Huey under control and had managed to grab hold of him just before he could rip anything else apart. "Well then don't just stand there; I'll restrain him and you see of you can get the darned thing off him." Scrooge said, holding the writhing and wriggling boy. Webby opened the bag and revealed a pen laser, a pocket-sized saw and something that looked like a Swiss army knife with several different sharp things popping out of a shared handle with the press of a button.
"W-what are you gonna do with those?" Huey asked. "Try to cut the ring off. But you gotta stay still…" Huey's eyes widened in fear as Webby approached him with the pocket saw. "Uncle Scrooge help! Don't let her do it! I can't keep still, she'll cut my whole hand off!" He cried in panic, thrashing around even worse.
"At least you'd be rid of the ring." Louie shrugged. "Yeah, but my hand!" Huey cried. "I appreciate the thought lass, but it's probably not gonna work. At this point it's safe to say the ring most likely can't be cut." Scrooge said. "Yeah, and I wanna keep my hand!" Huey added, right before punching Scrooge in the beak. "You're lucky you're cursed." Scrooge muttered, rubbing his beak. "I'm sorry Uncle Scrooge." Huey whimpered.
Webby put the tools back in the bag. "Well, it was worth a shot anyway. Hey, I have an even better idea!" She exclaimed as a sudden flash of inspiration hit her. "What is it?" Dewey asked. "More ways to try to cut it off?" Huey asked apprehensively as he now wrestled with Scrooge on the floor. "No. I was just thinking; the ring is cursed right? Well, what about talking to someone who knows more about curses?" "Just what are you getting at?" Scrooge eyed her suspiciously. "Why don't I call Lena? Surely she and her dad might be able to help!" "I don't think-" Scrooge was interrupted by Huey hitting him over the head with his own cane. "I'm sorry!" "Call them!" Scrooge growled, rubbing the bump on his head.
About an hour later, with Huey finally and securely tied to his bed, Scrooge was in his foyer, telling Poe DeSpell what was happening and asking if he could help.
"I can certainly try; let me see the boy's condition for myself." He said. He owed Scrooge for aiding in restoring him to normal so he readily agreed to help lift the curse on his nephew.
Scrooge led Poe and Lena to the boys' room where Huey was confined to his bed. "Greetings, I have come to help you, which hand is the ring on?" Poe entered the room with a friendly wave as he addressed Huey. "My right hand; please get it off of me!" Huey pleaded. "I will try everything in my power to do so, don't worry." Poe said reassuringly as he moved closer to inspect the ring.
Poe looked over the golden ring as best he could with Huey's hand attempting to swat at him in spite of the restraints. "I can't determine anything from it's appearance but I'll try a couple of spells I know that might work." He said, taking a couple steps back to prepare for spell casting.
Poe first tried a generic curse removal spell, then a spell to try to turn the ring into a spaghetti noodle and finally a shrinking spell on Huey in hopes that the ring would no longer fit and fall off. None of it worked; the generic spell had no effect at all, the noodle spell bounced off the ring and hit Scrooge's cane and the ring just shrunk along with Huey; causing him to wriggle out of the ropes.
"Well that didn't help." Poe said, as Huey ran at him, shouting his apologies as he did. "Abra Duckabra!" Poe waved a hand and the ropes that once tied Huey to the bed sprang up and wrapped tightly around him once again. "Thank you!" Huey sighed as he fell to the floor.
"What are we gonna do? We can't just leave him like that!" Scrooge questioned, anger in his voice and concern in his eyes. "I don't know, I don't know any other spells that might work." Poe shrugged. "Although, I do know someone who knows more than I do and may just know how to remove the cursed ring." "Oh, don't say it…" Scrooge sighed while Poe just grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "At least you don't have to deal with the rest of the family this time."