As exciting the Friday had been, the rest of the weekend was absolutely dreadful with monday luring only to close in the horizon.. and Drakeys quick doom could even happen before that, it was so bad he seriously considered not writing his essay and just enjoy his finale days of living.. but of cause he had to finish the dump essay.

They were still in that carrier time of the year, and thus he was supposed to write about someone else's grant carrier as to inspire the young scholars what to pursue.. write about your heroes was what Mrs. Ross had said.. And that kind of sucked as fictional heroes didn't count, hopefully Drakey had been asking about Derek Blunt, reminding his teacher that he was a real life secret agent.. but nope, didn't count.

Annoyed Drakey gnarled on his pencil as he laid on his stomach on the grass... where do you see yourself in twenty years? I see myself being really old and boring with no life worth writing about Drakey grimaced.

It would be cool to write about a secret agent.. but the only one Drake knew of was Derek Blunt.. that was kind of the trouble with secret agents.. they were secret, the next thought had been some sort of famous policeman or detective.. but as it turned out, there was not that many of those around either. An no, neither did Basil holmes count, because he too was fictional, really a shame, those detective novels of Arthur Conan Doyle featuring Basil Holmes, Doctor Dawson fighting the Evil Professor Ratigan was quite possible the most educational books Drakey had! Why on earth weren't any real life detectives that interesting? And he really had checked up on that! stupid essay...

With that he finally got up on his legs and decided it was time to just go to the library, ask the Liberian about a book about some carrier genius and copy the foreword and summary of the book down on paper.. and just hope that he didn't end up with a book someone else had done the same trick with all ready so they would go detention for copying each other, that had been known to happen.

Though as Drake made his way to the library.. suddenly there was quite a crowd, people squeezing to get in front and see what was going on.. Drake couldn't help it, his curious side was just so overwhelming and so often got the better of him.. beside, this couldn't harm anyone! curious he dug through the crowds, pushed himself past some legs, before finally getting himself up front where the police was keeping the crowds away from the museum. "Stand back, Stand back!" the police officer demanded. "This is a crime scene! The museum is closed for the remainder of the day, there is nothing here!"

"Then at least have the decency to tell what was stolen!" A woman sniffed.

The policeman rolled his eyes. "The necklace of Isis, no stand back!"

Hm.. Necklace of Isis.. Ah! The blue Egyptian necklace which said had the power to give the ability for any wearer to transform into any animal as featured in Super pig issue seventy-six where the evil Countess Bloodlust managed to get her hands on it and use it's forbidden powers of evil.. Also purely historical speaking it ones belonged to one of the faros' daughters and were found in a tomb some fifty years ago before shipped to this museum, it would be blue and gold and have a beetle shaped stone in the middle, and who says comic books is a waste of time? smirking Drakey turned around to get to his original destination, though he couldn't help but thrown a bit.. why would any-one go through the bother of stealing that thing? as far as he remembered its value inwards itself was very low and any so called magic abilities had in real life been called to be a myth. And as he reached the library, instead of going after any interesting carriers he went for the Egyptian historical books and found that he had been absolutely right all along... So why would any-one steal it? but.. oh well, this was what the police was for wasn't it? slamming the book closed Drakey knew that he had to get a move on with the essay, it was due Monday.

"Tired of being stuck, not knowing what a carrier man will give you an A in the essay?" A little dog whispered to the students around him. "Why I got all the right names, right in this hat! just pay up and pull a name, each one exclusive, all the most important facts included, and you will be sure to get an A!"

It was the Bud Flud again.. the schools unofficial pusher in.. well, anything that could earn the dog some money, whether it was lemonade on a hot day, (Extra bitter so he could sell fresh water as well.) Tennis balls people could play with (picked up from the local tennis field.) or as now, small advices...

Drake sighed, well he might as well, in this way he was at least sure to get a name no one else had thought of, and Bud was at least too smart to get any such complaints from school bullies that the name wasn't good enough.. the dog was slippery as hell and a real liar, but he was also scrawny and small and knew when to avoid conflicts.

"How much?" Drake asked.

"Five dimes a paper." The dog exclaimed.

"That's outrageous!" Drakey argued.

Bud shrugged. "Then don't buy." he told simply.

Drake sighed. "I only got two dimes."

"Hand them over and you got a deal." The dog smiled.

Sighing again Drakey dug in his pocket to find the two dimes.. those were worth half a comic book! and then grabbed down after a piece of paper to fold it open. "Scrooge McDuck!" he exclaimed.

"Ah you lucky one, the number one business man in the world." Bud smiled.

"Business man! how dull is that? sitting all day signing papers selling stuff, inherited it all from a rich family, argh.. I want another one!" Drake exclaimed.

"Then that'll be another two dimes" Bud smirked.

Drake didn't have any-more dimes, so sighing defeated he decided just get to it and get over with it, reading again down at the paper.. he could conclude that yeas, this was the riches duck in the world, known for being a master business man, owning more companies than any-one else in the world.. devoting his life entirely to business never getting any family, being a firm believer in working hard and you can earn it fair and square.. And Drake had to yawn all ready at such a boring paper life... owned around thirty percent of the worlds stocks... Never graduated any official school.. hold on!

Drakeys eyes lingered at the words and he started frowning.. that couldn't be right, had Bud cheated him after all? Determinedly to figure this out, and show it to Bud had the dog cheated did Drake find a prober book about the wealthy duck and looked up on the first page.. Which told about how Scrooge McDuck had been born into the Scottish working class, and had as meager seven year old on his own started independent in his first job as a boot polisher and was even tricked by his first costumer who had been an American visiting Scotland and paid him an American dime that was worthless in Scotland, yet that had inspired Scrooge to on his own, all alone, as a thirteen year old, with nothing in his pockets but that one dime he had earned, taken hire on a ship which sailed for America to stay there and became a gold digger in Klondike, swearing to someday become rich even though everyone else said it was impossibility, only to years later return to Scotland being incredible wealthy just as he said he would be.

Stunned Drake sat back, well.. that was actually kind of amazing.. going through the pages it became more and more evident the one single reason for Scrooge McDucks success was his sheer determination... no luck involved there, the failures that had happened around seemed to be massive, half the book or more and yet the only thing that had happened was that Scrooge became even smarter and more determined fighting back with all of his might.. if it won't work in one way try something else.. work smarter not harder, bite back, no is not an answer.. never give up , he wanted to become rich so he went out and became rich.. huh. Interesting.. well, at least the essay wasn't as boring to write as Drakey had first anticipated... in fact, as the library was closing down he was all ready practically done, signing of how no one had foreseen that Scrooge McDuck had made it that far, but some individuals stated that they weren't surprised, simply because he was such a tough and determined duck who knew what he wanted and just went for it not needing anyone's permission or help, always had been.

this new insight swirling inside of Drakes head had taken him completely back.. you can pick and choose? Well, duh, of cause you can, but still.. he was nine, his life laid before him.. it could be.. anything.

"I thought I would become so much."

Drake turned his head to witness a bum laying on the street.

"You hear me kid." the man hiccupped. "When I was... when I was in your age, I thought I would be so huge when I was this age, but nope.. no such thing. I'm a failure!" the man covered his head with his hand.

Drake backed away, getting away from the man fast as possible, only to see the sight of that rat from yesterday, he seemed to be building a soapbox car.. oh so that was what the diagrams was all about.. Drake wished he knew what all those elastics was for though, the rat was in any case struggling while trying to put them in.. only to have them slip away from him and wack him in the face. "auw!" the rat held up a hand towards his face, only to have the gravity car in front of him fall together. "Ahh no." Elmo groaned as other kids came running, and now tried to steal the wheels which had fallen off.. making the soapbox car useless.

Well if anything, this was probably an indication that things doesn't always turn out as you intended.. and some pursues just wasn't worth it.. especially now as the rat had hopelessly tried to chase down one of his tools only to be pushed in the river.. Startled Drake started running towards him, be sighed relived as the rat made it out fine spitting out water while mumbling that he would always hate water! looking pretty angry and not like someone who would accept sympathy comments right now.. So Drakey quickly folded his hand behind his back and started whizzling as he walked away.. considering what to do with the rest of the day.. an always ideal option would be to read his comics again! He didn't really have friends so they would never distract him from the comics. he was a loner, just like the lone rangers in stories, appearing out of no-where to solve the mystery and just, disappear back into nowhere, no one having a glue who that person was or what his personal history included, yep, that described Drakey pretty well, he just appeared and disappeared where-ever he went no one knowing any-thing about him, only major difference, he didn't solve a mystery or left a grant impression as he wished he would... curiously Drakey noted that he wasn't too far away from the circus, he wondered how long it would stay in town.. perhaps he could go again tonight, Drakey had the feeling that he hadn't seen enough of it just yet..

"STOP TREATING ME LIKE A BABY!" a female voice rang out over the hill for anyone to hear. "I didn't run off from an overprotective father just to be treated like a little brat!" her voice continued.

Drake recognized that voice.. all though, it sounded quite different the last time around. running a couple of paces Drake peered through a bush.. to witness the teenager girl from the circus, this time wearing a much more simple black dress her black hair collected in a braid down her back and she looked angry! her startling green eyes seemed like they could shoot lasers or something at any minute, her face retrieved in mad folds, and yet still she didn't look any less pretty. "I can handle it Pedro! I am not a kid!" she annoyed stated to the circus director, who also now was dressed a lot less formally.

"Morgana, relax dearest."

"Don't dearest me." Morgana crossed her arms. "I am doing you a massive favor here, the least you can do is to tell me what is going on. I didn't come here to be treated like a baby."

"So I heard." Pedro rolled his eyes. "Why then did you come Morgana?" he asked.

"To be not treated as a baby, to be treated as an adult!" Morgana stated. "I'll come back home, but I just need to show dad that I am not a child any-more."

"So you want to prove yourself?" Pedro asked.

"So?" Morgana asked. "Is that too much to ask for?"

"Morgana, Morgana, Morgana." Pedro shook his head as he laid an arm around the teenagers shoulder. "Of cause not, and if you would just hear me out." he lead the girl out of sight as he started talking.. Drake had the strangest urge to follow.. it was not like he had anything better to do right now so.. why not? if he just stayed out of sight, no harm would be done, heroes were always masters in stealth, so if he just remembered how Zorro did it.. always stay in the shadows, watch out for twigs so you don't step on them, move slowly forward.. hah, easy. That was until they actually reached the circus and the many tents.. and he was discovered. Suddenly hand was laid upon Drakey's shoulder. "QUAH!" Drake jumped up in surprise as he turned around, and was faced with one crazy elderly fortune teller.

"So faith brought us back together ei?" The lady asked.

Drake was just about ready to argue that actually, it was his own stupid curiosity that had brought them together in any way in the first place... he should have just stayed out of this place last night in the first place, but apparently he just wasn't that smart. Desperately he tried to shake her off, but her firm grip on his shoulder was just too strong.

"So let's go get that fortune right!" The woman stated determined and dragged Drakey alongside with her, literately dragged, he did in fact try and escape, but it was no use!

"Mathilda! what are you doing to that poor boy?"

Drakey's eyes widened, not it couldn't be.. could it really? his head turned.. and that out of worldly Morgana came running towards them.. All the way over to them..

"Faith brought us together, I am supposed to foresee his destiny!" Mathilda sniffed.

"Oh really?" Morgana croaked an eyebrow.

"Yeas, so if you'll excuse me." Mathilda opened her tent flap. "Let the real witches do their thing!"

"hey!" Morgana shouted. "I am a real witch!"

"So, oh real witch, have you mastered any real spells yet? Other than those pretty illusions." Mathilda asked.

"I erh.. I'm pretty good with those illusions." Morgana defended.

"Hardly real magic is it?" Mathilda asked. "Managed to transform anything yet?"

"No." Morgana muttered.

"And did you finish your exam yet, have you in any way earned the right to probably introduce yourself as a warlog?" Mathilda asked in a sleek tone.

"No." Morgana muttered again.

"So as I was saying." Mathilda smirked. "Let the real witches do their thing."

Morgana rolled her eyes. "I'll come with you." she stepped inside, Drake couldn't help but smile.

"What?" Mathilda asked surprised.

"Well if you're oh so good, it could probably only be good for me to observe such a master at work." Morgana commented.

"Fine then!" Mathilda snapped. "Get in!" she dragged Drakey with her into the tent. "Sit kid!" she demanded of Drake apparently having given up any attempts of being mysterious.

At ones Drake just did as he was told, trying to catch sight of Morgana out of the corner of his eye.

"Look at me!" Mathilda demanded.

"Yeas mam!" Drakey squeecked.

"I foresee, I foresee!" Mathilda started chanting, and ones again her brow furrowed. "I foreseeeeee!" she continued as she looked very hard on the ball, her face grimacing annoyed. "Come on, come on!" she hit the ball.

Morgana started laughing.. a soft musical pearl laughter.

Annoyed Mathilda's eyes darted to Morgana and then back to the crystal ball. "I foresee you become a great business man!" she triumphed. "Very wealthy."

"But I don't want to be a business man." Drake injected.

"Shut up, that's what happens!" Mathilda stated. "You get a nice office on ground level in a firm that sells ketchup, you will have a long and safe life, appreciated for being such a pleasant and grounded company, you'll have a calm wife with blond curls and lovely children who never misbehaves, read their science magazines and play with their blond dollies, the end."

"I don't want any of that." Drake commented.

"Tough luck kid, that's what happens." Mathilda rose up. "See Morgana, I always foresee the truth!" and she walked out on both of them.

Amused Morgana laughed again as she shook her head.

Drakey gulped embarrassed, being a bit a lost what he was supposed to do.

"You don't want any of that?" Morgana chuckled. "Doesn't even tempt a little?"

Drakey shook his head. "Not in the least."

"Boy you sure are strange for a normal." She commented.

Drakey blinked. "A what?"

"Normal, none-magical." Morgana explained.

That really didn't explain anything as far as Drake was concerned. "You're not really a witch are you?" he asked.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Morgana asked swinging her braid over her shoulder.

"Well urh.. witches are supposed to be old, and ugly and mean.. and you're not." Drakey mumbled.

"Oh." Morgana blinked as she leaned over with a teasing smile on her face. "What makes you think I'm not all of those things but just covering it up?" she asked.

"Well urh." Nervously Drakey fumbled with his hands. "I suppose that if you really are a witch, you could cover up being old and ugly, but it kind of doesn't work that way, if an ugly witch chants her face perfect.. she would still appear ugly, especially when she's angry... really your just pretty.. And you can't really cover up being mean.. and your.. well, your nice."

Morgana smiled amused. "Now why would you say that, you don't know me." she asked.

"I don't know." Drakey scratched his neck starting to sweat. "Intuition I think.."

Morgana laughed again as she raised up in full height. "Is that all the reasons why I'm not a witch?" she asked.

"Lamence says witches aren't real.. that magic is phony." Drakey muttered.

"You believe him?" Morgana asked.

"No." Drakey mumbled. "He also says Derek Blunt is a phoney, but I now that's not true, Derek Blunt is a real life secret agent, so I don't think Lamence's words are worth all that much."

"That's more like it, don't listen to everything people tells you." Morgana told. "Come on little friend, let's get out of here before that old crow Mathilda comes back and shout at us for being in her tent." Morgana reached out a hand with the clear intend for Drake just to take it so she could guide him outside.

For a moment Drakey starred at it, not sure what to do.. before he very nervously and hesitating took it, and let her guide him outside of the tent. "You like popcorn?" Morgana asked. "I can get you some."

"No you really don't need to.." Drakey mumbled.

"Oh that's the least I can do when my co-worker just grabs you like that, most other kids would be scared to death." Morgana told laughing again. "You sure have some spirit."

"I do?" Drake asked a little bewildered.

"you just waltzed into a freak circus that claims it has witches and zombies, I could be a witch, that's enough to make normal normals nervouse and look at you, your fine!" she chuckled. "I know, I'll just get you some tickets for tonight's performance, wouldn't you like that?" she asked.

"That would be pretty neat." Drakey admitted. "Will you be performing?" he asked.

"Of cause, illusions may only be the first degree of magic, but it's pretty useful for circus." Morgana told as she guided him towards the ticket boot. "Here" she found two tickets. "Bring a friend or something, and then tell your other friends so they will come and buy tickets for themselves."

Drakey was not a person to admit to the pretty lady that he had no idea who the heck he could invite, so instead he just nodded. "Sure." he promised.

"Your sure are a cute kid." Morgana laughed.

Drakey grimaced dismayed by the comment, normally he wouldn't mind being called a kid, after all, that was what he was, but for some reason it just bugged him being called it by her.

"Now run along." Morgana hushed.

And that comment annoyed him even more, he tried his very best not to grimace and instead forced out one last smile. "Okay." he managed to force out before turning around and leave with the two tickets in hand and the feeling of humiliation luring in his stomach

The Origin story I tell here of Scrooge McDuck is not my invention but the honest to god in cannon story written by Carl Barks who invented the character for comic books in the first place, and it's in his stories many of the best Ducktales episodes are based, not to mention he invented a lot of the beloved characters, including Magicia (Originally, and is still in my comic books, called Hexia de Tricks.) Gyro, the beagle boys, Goldglum, Glittering Goldie and her story which is much more elaborate in the comics, Gladstone Gander and so on... Carl Barks invented a lot of characters for the duckie verse! Launchpad and Fenton was invented by the people who made Ducktales though.

Yeas, I actually grew up with the Carl Barks Donald Duck comic books, much more than the Ducktale tely show or Darkwing which I barely remember watching.. Donald Duck getting released weekly as a magazine and monthly as a book, the original Bark Stories getting re-printed now and then and it's really not all that difficult getting your hands on them in this country, yeas I read a lot of original Barks as I grew up, and I remember that very clearly, I am even quite positive Donald Duck is the first comic I ever read, I could have been.. four or five for all that I know.. My dad read Donald comics when he was a kid, my mom read Donald comics when she was a kid, my sister reads Donald comics, my sixty year old uncle reads Donald comics, everyone in my country reads Donald comics. just to give you an impression how huge they are in my country..

And Ducktales is hugely just and adaptation of the Donald Duck comics.. but without Donald, most often replaced with either Launchap, Fenton or just the nephews in the show.. but it's not without reason it's just Donald and Scrooge in the pilot of the show, cause that's how it's often is in the comic books.. or well, Scrooge, Donald and the nephews. It's always Scrooge Dragging Donald along though Donald doesn't wants to, and then Scrooge just have to remind Donald how much money Donald owes him.. oh, and Donald have the thankful job of being Scrooges personal coin polisher in the comics, so sometimes it's kind of nice being dragged out in the jungle for a deadly adventure, until Scrooge decides to use Donald for bait to lure some alligators or something.. god these comics really are childhood!

Oh, and if you wonder how Scrooge McDuck managed to be a part of the goldrush.. he is supposed to be born in 1867... which explains stuff about how he is supposed to have grown up, but doesn't make any sense if we wanna be realistic.. but hey, for that matter, Huey, Dewey and Louy have been living with Donald since 1954 and they have still not grown the tiniest bit... Superman has had the hots for Louise in like sixty years before he developed the balls to tell her his secret and it all that time, Jimmy Olson did not grow out of being a teenager.. this is comic book logic.