"Ah," said Louie, basking in the warmth from the gigantic fireplace in McDuck Manor's little-used "parlor," as Beakley had called it.
""Wha-? Who's-Louie! It must be fifteen degrees warmer in here than the rest of the Manor! Put that fire out now!"
"Awww, but Scrooge-"
"No buts! It's not even winter yet, and the heating system is working perfectly fine. There's no reason to have the grand fireplace going!"
"Ok, you say that, but as someone who lived on a houseboat his entire life, there is always a reason to have the grand fireplace going."
"Oh? And what reason is that?"
"To bask in the luxury of being warmed by a grand fireplace!"
Scrooge looked at his grand nephew in disbelief. "How do you plan on paying for that?"
"What?"
"All that wood you're using. Not to mention cleaning the chimney when you're all done. How are you going to pay for it?"
"But-it's your fireplace, and you're rich!"
"So? I'm not the one using my fireplace!"
"Uh-"
"I know you don't have the money to pay for it, so if that fire isn't out in the next five minutes, you'll be working it off!"
"Ok! I'm sorry! I'll put it out! I just-uh-"
Scrooge watched as Louie scrambled to put out the fire. Someday, that boy would understand the value of a dollar earned from a hard day's work. Someday.