Where is Treasure Island?
Scrooge had found his nephews outside, flying toy airplanes with Launchpad.
"Watch this boys!" Launchpad exclaimed.
He made his model plane do a triple loop, flew it into the knothole of a nearby tree, and out once again - to the annoyance of some goldfinches nesting nearby.
"Great going," exclaimed Louie.
However, as Launchpad was bringing the plane down for a landing, without warning the antenna on the plane unexpectedly shorted out in a shower of sparks.
"I can't control her," said Launchpad, fiddling helplessly with the controls.
"Runaway plane!" cried Dewey.
The tiny craft made a beeline for Scrooge, who ducked at the last minute.
"Can't you even fly a toy plane properly!" Scrooge exclaimed.
"The control's busted," Launchpad said.
He chased after the plane, catching it but tripping as he did so.
"Oomph," said Launchpad. However, he hadn't fall on the toy craft and no damage was done.
"Any crash that you can carry away the plane from is a good one," said Launchpad.
"Now that's over," said Scrooge, "I have news."
Scrooge told Launchpad and his nephews the news about Treasure Land, and how he sought to find the bar silver and arms that had long laid hidden in that lonely isle.
"Oh boy," shouted Huey, "A hunt for real pirate treasure!"
"Aye," said Scrooge. "And the pirates are long gone, so there'll be no problem with you boys coming along - and helping me dig up the treasure."
"Yippee," said Huey, Dewey and Louie.
"It'll probably take a few weeks to find the island, though," Scrooge observed.
"I don't think we'll have to look for the island," Launchpad countered, winking at the nephews. They gave him the thumbs up.
"Of course we have to look for it!" said Scrooge. "Nobody alive knows where the blasted place is!"
"I bet it's in the Junior Woodchucks Guidebook!" said Launchpad.
"Ridiculous!" scoffed Scrooge.
"It's here," Dewey announced, having briefly thumbed through the guide.
"Treasure Island is most famously the place where Captain Flint buried his ill gotten gains. Some years later the bulk of Flint's treasure was recovered and shared by a party of honest treasure hunters (despite the efforts of Long John Silver): Captain Smollet, Squire Trelawny, Doctor Livesey, Jim Duckens, and Abraham Gray.
Treasure Island lies in the Carribean, but is relatively isolated, hundreds of miles away from the nearest inhabited country. The island is found at Latitude 25 degrees North, Longitude 75 degrees West."
"That cannot be!" Scrooge objected. "There's nothing there but seawater."
"Where else would a secret treasure island be but surrounded by seawater?" Launchpad pointed out.
Scrooge shrugged.
"Well then it's off to 25, 75" said Scrooge to his nephews.
Scrooge turned to Launchpad, sharply adding "Just make sure you're ready with one of your larger helicopters at sunup tomorrow morning!"
"Right-O, Mr. McD," Launchpad replied, with a salute.
Thousands of miles away, Magica Despell was once again laughing. She seen (and heard) the entire conversation, reflected (and recorded) by a magic potion she had brewed in her cauldron.
"Launchpad will not be the only one ready at sunup tomorrow morning!" said Magica. "I will follow the money magnet Scrooge McDuck, get the treasure and use its powers to force him to give me number one dime. All in one morning!"
Magica laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more, only stopping when she was gasping for breath.
"I sometimes get too carried away," she admitted.