Fethry sighed. He hoped that Donald wouldn't have to face serious consequences for what he did today. He knew that Uncle Scrooge definitely wouldn't take things like that lightly. His money mattered more to hom than anything else. Fethry was glad that Donald wasn't like this. "Why do people care so much about money anyways?", Fethry whispered. "Not saying it's not important, but I believe we should spend more time with our family than with making money. I mean, can we buy everything with money? I think not. Peace as an example cannot be bought. Same with family. Money could never replace them." Then he yawned and fell asleep.

However, half of an hour later he was woken up not a very soft way. Something hit him on the head! "OW!" A few seconds later he looked at what it was. It was a soccer ball.

"Huh? How did that ball get here?"

Then Fethry took a look at the window and saw it was broken. Broken glass was lying all over the floor.

"Oh great! Why can't those kids watch out?"

Then he took a closer look at the ball.

"Hey, that's Dugan's!"

Fethry really rarely gets angry. Yet, it can happen. And over the last ten months he found a good reason to get angry.

"DUGAN!"

Dugan had been playing outside with some other kids, including his friends Cintia and Leo. Of course they have been playing soccer. But now they brought the ball in the wrong direction.

"Uh-oh", Dugan said.

Fethry stepped out. "Young man, I'm sorry to say that, but you're grounded for two days. Go to your room now!"

Fethry himself inside felt a little too proud while saying that. What do I mean by saying that? Well, over the last months he felt like he won a lot of responsibility. Of course, he's definitely not very mature for a 33-year-old, haha. Usually he is put below anyone else. His uncle Scrooge, his cousin Donald... everyone. So it definitely was good for him to have authority over someone else. Over the last ten months he had been feeling very well in his new role. He definitely had grown more than in the previous 20 years.

Leo tried to defend Dugan. "Hey, it was my fault!"

Fethry didn't react. "That does't change anything. You wouldn't have had to play here, would you? You could have gone to the playground."

"But I don't want Dugan to be grounded!", Leo protested.

"Neither do I", Cintia supported him.

"Didn't you get grounded lately, Leo?", Fethry asked.

"To be honest, yes", Leo admitted. I got grounded for a week for playing with my soccerball in front of a grocery store and accidentally smashing the window."

"Well, you both hadn't been very careful", Fethry said, even though he felt a bit of hypocrisy while saying that, because... was he that much better? Donald would have to say no. "I'm glad you try to stand up for your best friend. But don't forget I'm his uncle, not you."

"OK then", Leo said. "Bye Mr. Duck and sorry Dugan. Come Cintia, let's go."

Both walked around the streets on the hot asphalt.

"Phew, it's pretty hot today", Cintia sighed. "And it's still pretty hot now at evening time."

"Yup, I agree", Leo said. "But now it's definitely time for me to go home."

"Same for me", Cintia replied. "My parents won't be happy if I'm late."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Cintia just headed to her parents' house. Then she didn't watch out for a moment and nearly ran into a person. It was a big, thin man in his mid 40's with blond hair wearing a blue shirt.

"Hey, little girl, be careful", the man said. He had a strong accent in his voice. It was Mr. Tim Stanford.

He decided to introduce himself to Cintia and Cintia decided to do the same.

"By the way", Tim said. "I have some news that may interest you and your friends."

"Really?"

"Well, my grandnephew Neil - my older brother Colin's daughter's son - is coming over from Australia. My niece Jennifer - Neil's mother - told me that her husband Nigel Vaanbruck from South Africa - Neil's father - strongly believes he has a financial talent."

"Then why did he have to come here to Duckburg?"

"Well, as I told you, I myself am a businessman and my nephew-in law decided that I could school him." He sighed. "Man, I really did have to work a lot on that hot day. I feel very pooped."

"Then why don't you go use the bathroom?", Cintia asked.

"Why should I go use the dunny?"

"Use the what?"

"The toilet", Tim corrected her. "We in Australia and New Zealand call it dunny. That's a slang word. But why do you think I gotta go?"

"You said you feel pretty pooped!", Cintia explained.

"Well, that's another slang word", Tim said. "When I say that, I mean that I feel exhausted."

Cintia giggled. "You people from Australia are funny!"

"I'm actually from New Zealand", Tim corrected her, "but my wife is Australian."

"OK, I gotta go", Cintia said. "My parents are already waiting."

"Bye then", Tim said. "I'll inform you as soon as Neil's here."