Brigitta sat in the park looking sadly at a picture of Scrooge and wiped a tear from her eye before venting her frustration. "You cad! You cheat! You fink!" She shouted at the photograph.
"Aye; he's all that and more if ya ask me!" a male voice laced with a Scottish accent spoke. Brigitta looked up and saw Flintheart Glomgold; an old duck wearing a kilt and sporting a full, grey, beard standing before her; looking down with distaste at Scrooge's picture. "Glomgold? What do you want?" Brigitta asked suspiciously. "Well actually I wanted to talk to you Ms. MacBridge. I read the paper and I know you can't be taking take it well." "No, I'm not at all! I don't know whose tail-feathers I want pull out more! That cad's or that hussy's!" Brigitta began to ring the photo in her hands as she spoke.
Glomgold laughed. "Well I recently made a new friend who agrees with some of your sentiments." "Really?" Brigitta's expression was overtaken by curiosity. "Yes, turns out the ah, hussy, actually had a fiancé of her own before McDuck swooped in." "So, then either he's a bigger cad than I thought or that terrible witch is more of a hussy than I thought." Brigitta said, getting angry again. "Yes, I'm afraid so; but if you would be interested in helping me than I think between the three of us we could teach them a lesson." "Either Scroogie will learn not mess around with a woman's heart or that nasty witch will learn not to mess with my Scroogie; Or Both! Either way I could get my Lammiekins back! I'm in Glomgold!"