Donald froze. He stared at her, faces running through his mind, trying to identify her, though he kept going back to one face. "Alyssa?" The name was whispered. There was a short silence. "Actually, Mr. Duck I'm Ali. I knew your name because I work for Mrs. Beakley, and I talked to the boys." Alyssa lied smoothly.
It wasn't a complete lie. She did work for Mrs. B. She'd known Della was having children, but she hadn't known that they were all boys until she spoke with Mrs. B.
"Yes, Mr. Mcduck has 3 grand nephews. Huey, Louie and Dewey. They also have their Uncle Donald here." she had said
Donald nodded slowly. "So who is Alyssa?" Ali asked. Even if she knew, she wanted to know what Donald still thought of herself. Donald studied her face for a second, before answering. "Just an old...friend." he said. Ali nodded. "Well, it was nice to meet you in person." she said. Donald nodded before driving away, deep in thought. He hadn't thought of her in years. Ali watched for a moment as he walked away before entering the mansion.
"And this, is the supplies closet, where you will get the items necessary for household cleaning." Mrs. B explained. Ali nodded, grabbing a vaccum and following Mrs. B into one of the many hallways. As they started vacuuming, Ali suddenly heard grunting, and a few crashes from the other room. Mrs. B used the vacuum hose and busted open the door, then smirked as Ali walked in.
Ali's heart stopped. There was Scrooge, attempting to get a diving suit on. "Doing some spring cleaning?" Mrs. Beakley teased. "Maybe. Maybe not." he replied crossing his arms. "Read this." he handed her a newspaper, only just noticing Ali. "Snow? On the Drake Barrier Reef?" she asked. "First time in fifty years. That weather report aligns perfectly with the Papier Prophecy!" he said excitedly.
"A shift in currents may present a pathway to..Atlantis! Lost city under the sea!'' Mrs. B raised an eyebrow, while putting down the newspaper. "This is because some children made fun of you isn't it?" she said, not really asking. "Nonsense!" he said. He walked over to a nearby table to put some more gear on. "I'm not the has-bits, their the has-bits." he mumbled. (icantfigureoutwhathesaidnextplsforgivemehxD)
"Who is this you've brought with you?" he asked, turning to Ali. He recognized her a little, but like Donald, he kept comparing her to Alyssa in his mind. 'Same eyes, th' lass's got the same eyes...but not the same hair..' he thought. "This is Ali, she is my new assistant we talked about." Scrooge nodded, studying her face similar to the way Donald had, before he drove off.
"Make a list!" he threw some paper and a pen at Mrs. B. "4 oxygen tanks, 2 pressure gauges, a pilot!" he said. Suddenly, a large duck stuck his head in the room. "I'm a Pilot!" he said, watching the scene play out. "A week's provisions (?)," Scrooge started pacing as he listed things off. "An experimental deep sea sub," he was interrupted by the duck repeating, "I'm a pilot!" Then Mrs. B interrupted.
"And a secretary for an old man who seems to have forgotten that I, am NOT his secretary!" She threw the pen across the room and it lodged into the wall. The Mysterious duck closed the door. Scrooge laughed nervously, while looking at the pen deeply lodged into the wall. "So..eh not interested?"
"I have enough excitement caring for Webby! Perhaps YOU should spend some time with YOUR family!" "Why?" he asked. ''Hang up mah Spats? Become the dottering old relic everyone thinks I am?" he ranted. "Spending yards to some loud mouth youngins' about the man I used to be?"
"You have avoided them for TEN YEARS!" Mrs. Beakley shot back. "BECAUSE, FAMILY IS NOTHING BUT TROUBLE!" he yelled. Ali took a step back, watching but not interfering. (Doctor who reference for ya ;D) "I'm Scrooge McDuck!" he said, putting on the diving helmet.
"I made my name being smarter than the smarties, and tougher than the toughies!" As he said this, the weight of the helmet started to force Scrooge's head towards the ground. "And! I made my money square! With no nephews, no family. I didn't have help then and I don't need help now." Mrs. B rolled her eyes as Scrooge started to fall over. "And-Eh!" he was cut off as he did a sideways somersault as he fell.
"Uh, Beakley? A little help?" he asked. Mrs. B shook her head as she left the room. Ali walked over and helped Scrooge up. "Uh, Thanks..Ali." he said. Ali simply nodded as she left the room to continue cleaning.