The following morning Duckworth knocked on Scrooge's door. "Mr. Duck you need to see this morning's paper, immediately!" Scrooge woke and stretched, searching for his glasses as he told Duckworth to enter.

"What is it Duckworth?" Scrooge yawned. "Mr. McDuck this is qui-Ooof!" Duckworth tripped over something on the floor in his rush to hand Scrooge the paper. "Argh! Watch where you're going you louse!" Magica barked from the floor, sitting up with hair sticking out in all directions. Scrooge snickered. "That's a lovely bed-head you have there Magica." "Shut up." She growled in response. "My apologies… madam." Duckworth collected himself and stood up, handing Scrooge the morning paper. He read the headline: "'Scrooge McDuck finally tying the knot'?! What is this?" He continued reading.

'Quadribillionaire Scrooge McDuck may finally be getting married as he was seen leaving his money bin with a lady who had a ring on her finger; but just who is this woman who seems to have won McDuck over? Why none other than Magica DeSpell!' and right beside the article, in living bold color, was a photo from the day before of the two of them leaving the money bin with the ruby ring on Magica's finger. "'Will Duckburg be hearing wedding bells for the world's richest man in the near future?' This is just great! Now this stupid charade is all over town!" Scrooge tossed the paper across the room and Duckworth decided it would be best to leave now before he got caught in the middle of something unpleasant. "You're kidding me!" Magica grabbed the paper and read it herself, sure enough there was indeed an article questioning their impending marriage and a photo of them with her wearing that stupid ring.

"Oh, my life is over now! Everyone and their brother is going to think I'm marrying you!" Scrooge moaned miserably, flopping backwards on his bed. "YOUR life? What about MY life! You think I want everyone thinking we're getting married?" Magica grabbed Scrooge by the collar and shook him. "These newspaper people are YOUR problem so YOU fix it!" She shouted in his face. Suddenly the phone rang. "Saved by the bell!" Scrooge pulled free of Magica's grip and answered the phone. "Hello, Scrooge McDuck speaking." He listened as the caller spoke. "Wha-I mean of course! W-We would love to do an interview!... 3 o'clock this afternoon will be perfect!" Scrooge hung up and saw Magica's confused face staring at him. "What did you just get us into?" She asked nervously. "An interview with a reporter!" He said with grin. "We can clear this whole thing up this afternoon." "And what about my family?" Scrooge's face fell. "That is a bit of a problem," He rubbed his chin. "We need to get them out of here before they learn the truth." "Yes… I guess I'm gonna have to face the music sooner or later…" Magica gulped. "Well would you rather keep sleeping on my floor?" Scrooge questioned. "Don't make me answer that."

Breakfast was just as noisy and full of commotion as the previous day's lunch had been, with Magica's family raising a ruckus.

Just when Scrooge and Magica thought they were about to lose their minds there was a furious ringing of the front door bell followed by Brigitta practically flying into the dining room. "Tell me it isn't true Lammiekins!" she wailed. "Uh, good morning Brigitta…" Scrooge knew she must have seen the paper and now knew about him and Magica. "You're not really marrying that awful, ugly witch, are you?" Brigitta asked, trying to latch onto Scrooge who was holding her back by the shoulders. "Brigitta if you calm down and give me a minute to explain-" Scrooge tried get her to settle down and shut her beak.

"Ugly? Who're you calling ugly!?" Magica glared at Brigitta. "You! You, terrible witch!" Brigitta retorted. "You've enchanted him with some terrible spell haven't you!" "I'll have you know he is not under a spell, he's agreed to this of his own free will!" Magica spat at the obsessed blonde. "It's simply not true! It can't be! My Lammiekins is going to marry ME!" Brigitta finally grabbed a hold of Scrooge who tried to extricate himself from her vice-like grip. "B-Brigitta please… LET GO!"

"Cretino!" Rosolio shouted. "How dare you two-time my Magi-poo-Oof!" Magica punched Rosolio in the stomach. "Stay out of this you idiot!" She then turned to Scrooge and Brigitta. "Do something about her unless you want me to do it!" "I'm trying!" Scrooge snapped, still trying to free himself. "Remove your nasty spell, get back on your broom and skedaddle you, ugly hussy!" Brigitta demanded. One look was all it took to see that now it was Magica's fuse that was about at its end and before Scrooge could do anything about it, it was too late. "Get off of him and get out of here, you obsessed loony!" Magica raged. "Magica… don't do anything I'll regret!" Scrooge pleaded, finally breaking free of Brigitta's grip. "I told you Scrooge; you get rid of her or I will! No one calls me ugly!" Magica raised her hands in preparation to cast a spell on Brigitta and Scrooge knew there was only one thing he could do.

"Brigitta, I did agree to this of my own volition." Brigitta shook her head in disbelief. "I refuse to believe that!" "Look me in eye Brigitta, can you not tell I'm under no spell?" Scrooge took hold of Magica's hands, mainly to keep her from casting any spells, as he spoke. "I've told you time and again that I'm not gonna marry you Brigitta; please try to understand!" Brigitta looked at the couple in disbelief and complete silence for a moment before her eyes welled up with tears. "I-I see… well then I wish you all the best…" She sniffled and dejectedly turned to leave. "OH, LAMMIEKINS WHYYYYYY!" She wailed in despair as she left.

"Poor Brigitta…" Scrooge sighed, feeling a little guilty for breaking her heart. "Hmph, how dare she call me ugly; and a hussy! I should have turned her into a gargoyle, then we'd see who's REALLY ugly." Magica grumbled. "Magica… Magica… MAGICA!" Scrooge barked; pulling her attention to him. "WHAT?" "Could you let go of my hands now? You're cutting off my circulation!" Magica looked down at their hands and realized that somewhere between Scrooge stopping her from casting a spell and Brigitta leaving, she had gripped onto his hands like a boa constrictor. She immediately let go and turned away. "If I ever see that crazy woman again I will cast a nasty spell on her."

Later that afternoon Scrooge and Magica sat in the lounge and prepared to meet the reporter and straighten everything out. Scrooge arranged for Magica's family to take a sightseeing tour of Duckburg so as to get them out the way. Everything seemed to going perfectly according to plan for once. "As soon as this interview is over I'm outta here." Magica said, ringing her hands nervously. Scrooge nodded. "Yes, and the sooner the better. I want my house witch-free again." They were both relieved to finally be putting an end to the madness but Magica couldn't help being nervous about how she was going to deal with her family afterwards.

Scrooge had never seen Magica so uneasy and after spending two days around her family he could understand somewhat why she was so concerned about their reactions to everything. Still, it hadn't seemed enough for this level of nerves and Scrooge found his better judgment being overruled by his curiosity. "I know your family is a royal pain but why are you so worked up?" He asked. Magica didn't say anything at first, she simply ignored Scrooge until he asked again and when she thought about it the simple fact that he not only had been forced to put up with the obnoxious bunch but had even seemed to defend her a couple of times from them made her feel maybe she should just talk to him about it. Besides, she couldn't help but feel that maybe getting some of it off of her chest might be good.

"You've seen what they are like. Granny is the easiest to deal with but she is also prone to being overbearing and not paying enough attention sometimes." Magica finally spoke. "Go on..." Scrooge encouraged. "As you're no doubt aware by now, Poe and I are the youngest. He is actually my twin." "You have a twin?" Scrooge was surprised at this information. "So why did you turn him into a raven?" "That… was an accident. We were working with a transformation spell because Poe thought a new look would be fun. Unfortunately, it didn't work right." Scrooge nodded. "So then why can't you turn him back?" "Because, it requires a specific reversal spell… which I don't have." Magica explained. "Oh." Scrooged nodded again.

"Anyway; My sisters have always considered themselves better than Poe and myself and have always picked on the two of us. Sometimes their behavior has bordered on cruel." "That's terrible." "Yes… I mean of course a good witch has to be terrible, uh I mean if a witch is to be considered good then she must be bad, oh never mind! You know what I mean!" Scrooge couldn't help chuckling at Magica's verbal fumbling. She wasn't amused but continued her story. "They always throw it in my face whenever I fail at something, they always insult and mock me. They've stolen from me several times as well, Castandra the most and the last time she did was the worst."

Magica couldn't believe she was telling Scrooge all of this, that she was even having this conversation with him. Part of her was embarrassed but the other felt strangely comfortable talking to him. "What did she do?" Scrooge's curiosity was piqued as Magica seemed to cringe slightly at the memory. "She used a magic talisman to freeze me temporarily so she could go through my things and take what she wanted." She explained. "I see." Scrooge nodded, beginning to understand. "Poe is really the only one of my siblings I get along with."

Scrooge couldn't believe it; but he found himself feeling sympathy for the witch that was usually a nuisance to him. He watched her as she kept up a poker face that only showed faint cracks. He was reminded of the times he wasn't as nice to his younger sisters as he should have been and felt a pang of guilt. Before Magica could continue the reporter arrived.

The interview went well; for about two minutes before Magica's family came back and took over the interview. Granny DeSpell gushed about her happiness that Magica was getting married, Hexa criticized Scrooge and therefore her sister's taste in men, Castandra tried to turn it into a personal ad searching for other eligible millionaires and Winnicent just carried on about Minima's accomplishments. Scrooge's nephews and launchpad tried to take the interview back from the DeSpells but ultimately the whole thing just became something of a three-ring circus.

"Oh, for peat sakes! This is just ridiculous." Scrooge sighed, shaking his head while Donald lost his temper and was promptly hit upside the beak by Winnicent while the reporter (Who was unfortunately male and wearing a nice Dolex watch) was trying to get away from Castandra who was simultaneously chasing after him and swatting away Launchpad who was trying and failing to persuade her to leave the reporter alone. Hexa had gotten bored and left while Granny DeSpell had fallen asleep and the triplets were trying to wake her up to stop her magical snoring.

Magica said nothing but shrank back into her chair, wanting desperately to just disappear out of her immense embarrassment from her family's behavior however she just couldn't recall any spell she could use to escape at the moment. Suddenly Scrooge leaned over. "Let's get out of here before we get caught in a crossfire." He suggested. Wanting desperately to be anywhere else Magica accepted the offer and slipped quietly and quickly out of the mansion with Scrooge.

(Just a quick note here; Dolex is (I hope a kind of obvious) spoof on Rolex.)