Neb: I do not own Ducktales. This is a continuation of the Story with some Oc characters added in. My goal is to antagonize the Duck family with new adventures and a new villain. We will start with Louie and Scrooge.

It was a sunny day at Mcduck Manor where the birds sang and the greenery flourished. Huey was outside getting ready for his next Junior woodchuck outing and Dewey and Webby were out playing tag. But where was the third one you might ask.

"Louie!", Scrooge Mcduck yelled at the top of his lungs. This caught the attention of Della and Launchpad who were out back scrubbing the new plane Scrooge had bought. Of course Della was the only one aloud to ride it due to Launchpad still not understanding that crashing is the opposite of what you are supposed to do with a plane.

"What'd I do now?", Louie wondered. He actually had been behaving this week as far as schemes go. He hadn't been in contact with Gouldie recently either so it couldn't have been that.

"Where is the Medusa's Guantlet?", Scrooge wondered.

"Oh that old thing," Louie remembered. Of course Scrooge wasn't mad about something that happened this week, he sold that item two months ago. "Some art enthusiast bought it. I warned him about the turning to stone bit, so don't worry."

"Th-that's not the point lad," Scrooge face palmed. "You cannae just sell my stuff away! You live under my roof and are free to use whatever items Beakly says is ok to use. That mean's tv, computers, books, etc. You cannae use magic items or sell away any of my property. You hear me lad?"

"I do, but it was really just collecting dust and the guy really wanted it."

"What sort of man wants a cursed item," Scrooge grumbled. "We are going to get back that guantlet and you are going to return that man's guantlet."

"Boy's," Louie corrected.

"B-boy's? You sold the Medusa's Guantlet to a child!"

"He was very persuasive," Louie smiled. "Gave me four hundred dollars for it, and a signed contract that whatever he does with the guantlet will not hold me or Louie Inc. liable for the damages."

"That's a red flag," Della pointed out as she and Launchpad headed inside. "Honey, I thought we taught you better then this. I thought you learned not to sell what doesn't belong to you."

"Uncle Scrooge literally just left it in his garage to collect dust," Louie defended himself.

"My other bin was full," Scrooge explained. "I would have locked that cursed guantlet away had I know I cannae trust my own nephews to keep their hands to themselves!"

"Well then it sounds like this one is on you," Louie smirked before turning around.

"We are returning it," Scrooge repeated himself.

Louie sighed when his mother got in his way and gave him the disappointed stare. It wasn't too long ago the whole family was jumping for joy because Fowl was defeated, now they were back to their old formula. "Fine."

"So do we take the Lemo?", Launchpad wondered. "Or is the kid close by?"

"He lives on the Outskirts of town," Louie explained. "His name is Albert Argyris."

"Good lad, now take us to him so we can put this whole misunderstanding behind us," Scrooge smiled.

Louie dropped his head down and begun muttering angrily under his breath as he went with the three adults to the Lemo.

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On the outskirts of town a Duck with red feathers wearing a blue sweatshirt with yellow stripes sat back on the front porch of rundown building. He noticed Scrooges Lemo heading his direction and decided he didn't want to be standing next to his poverty home when they got there. So he went to his next door neighbor's house that looked somewhat in better shape. They were off on vacation so he didn't need to worry about them showing up anyway. Not that they knew he existed, afteral Albert liked to keep to himself. "Louie," Albert spoke up as the green sweatshirt wearing duck exited the lemo.

"Al," Louie grinned nervously. "My guardians weren't quite happy with me selling you the Medusa's guantlet, so... I'd like to take it back."

Albert looked at him crossed. He wasn't quiet happy with someone going back on a deal, but what could he do. Adults had gotten themselves involved, and Albert wasn't ready to deal with them yet. "Fine," he sighed. "I have it in that run down Shack over there."

"Where are your parents lad," Scrooge wondered as he and Della approached the boy.

Albert backed up immediately and then smiled. "Out and about, watching the stars."

"It's the middle of the day," Scrooge responded confused.

"They like to prepare in advanced," Albert lied. "Gives me the whole day to myself anyways."

"How old are you?", Della wondered.

"Twelve," Albert shrugged. He lead them to the gauntlet and carefully passed it to them. Aware that the item turns people to stone. When Louie gave him his money back, Albert grabbed Louie's shirt and pulled him closer to that only he could hear what Albert was about to say. "You shouldn't have crossed me Green. I can make life difficult for you and your family."

"I know," Louie responded also whispering. "Just give me a chance to make it right."

"I'll see you in town tomorrow. Meet me outside the comic store at twelve thirty."

"Fine."

"Don't cross me again Llewellyn."

Louie was almost as frightened of this kid as he was Doofus Drake. Though he new this kid was at least more mentally stable and had less resources. Still, he sized Albert up the moment the kid asked for the Medusa's guantlet and noted that the kid was wearing items that were probably magical already. The two silver dragon rings on his right hand middle finger sitting side by side, and the broken cross pendant with the blue gem in it that he wore around his neck. Louie suspected this kid wasn't someone to mess with a while ago, yet still felt the urge to make money off of him.

"Well, say goodbye to your friend Louie," Della smiled. "Let's go get ice cream."

"Oh boy," Louie grinned, pretending to forget the problem he caused. "Let's go."

"I suppose the matters resolved. Lad if you ever want to come by Mcduck manor to hang out with the other kids, that's find. But no more buying from them, understand me?"

"I'll be more careful with where I make my business transactions," Albert decided. "Sure."

"Good lad," Scrooge nodded. He headed off with his family back to the Lemo and they headed back in town.

"You have it all Llewellyn," Albert growled. "A rich uncle, friends, siblings, and a mother who came back from the stars to see you. This won't be our last encounter Louie duck. I will make you and your brother's lives miserable and tear you apart from all you hold dear. This world should be more balanced. One kid can't have everything while another has nothing."