"Ahh phooey," Donald cursed as he looked out onto the sea where the pillar of demonic magic was shooting into the sky from McDuck Manor.
"Magica De Spell," Mrs. Beakley stated as everyone on the boat watched her rip open the Money Bin and craft a golden throne so as to sit upon it and loom over Duckburg.
While everyone scrambled around over the return of the shadow sorceress, Donald just heaved a sigh and started to head back inside his boat house.
"Uncle Donald?" Huey questioned seeing his uncle acting so dismissively about this threat to the entire world. He thought that with Mrs. Beakley coming up with a plan of attack they could save Uncle Scrooge so why was Donald not staying to listen.
Turning to the sound of rummaging from inside the house boat, Donald came back out and his change in attire was more confusing than anything.
Instead of his normal sailor uniform he had changed it out for a blue tabard and cap, while also holding a stick that ended in a way that looked like it too was wearing a hat. "Donald?" Mrs. Beakley questioned before realization dawned on her.
"Oh My Gawrsh," Webby squealed as she practically vibrated where she stood. "It all makes sense, why Uncle Scrooge doesn't like magic, why he always left anything to do with curses, hexes and voodoo to someone else."
"What are you talking about?" Dewey asked since he'd only ever seen that stick in the back of his uncle's closet but never asked about it before.
"The Grand Magus," Mrs. Beakley said in awe as Donald started to walk along the pier to the road.
"The what?" Louie shouted as he watched Uncle Donald begin to march towards the source of the magical problem.
Webby squealed but her grandmother placed a hand on her shoulder. "While your Uncle Scrooge, your mother and Uncle Donald went on adventures, they each had their own strengths to take on any and all threats they faced. But they had to have some way to combat the magical foes they faced or a way to neutralize cursed objects so they could even be touched. That was Donald's area of expertise."
"The legend tells that your Uncle Donald went on an adventure of his own but when he returned your Uncle Scrooge was sworn to secrecy," Mrs. Beakley continued her tale.
In the distance everyone watched as a wave of shadow raced towards Donald only to freeze into a glacier and fall into the ocean.
"Before you boys came to the manor I only ever met your uncle thrice, when Scrooge had me take some very dark artifacts to him to cleanse. That's all I was ever able to find out."
"But it's real, Kingdom Hearts is REAL!" Webby screamed in joy as a massive ball of fire erupted from the street and punched through the swirling vortex of shadow in the sky sending all the shadows fleeing into the distance.
"I guess it is," Mrs. Beakley surmised that the legend was true after all, which meant that this entire time Donald Duck was not the lazy freeloader she had assumed he was. "And I guess I owe him an apology."
"Who dares contest the absolute rule of Magica De Spell," the witch bellowed in anger at seeing the Darkness beaten back. She heard clinks of coins below her that drew her attention but her eyes landed on a figure coming out of the smoke and she hissed back. "It cannot be, you're just a myth."
"I wish I was De Spell," Donald sighed as he aimed his staff in her direction.
"No no no, wait we can come to an agreement, I'm sorry, please, you don't have to do this," Magica pleaded as she tried to make a run for it.
"Even legends retire someday," Donald shook his head as the mystic formula formed around him. "And it's always the fool who drags them back in, that regrets it."
"I'm sorry Grand Magus, I don't want to die, have a heart," Magica screamed in fear.
"Flare"
Everything seemed to still before a blinding explosion from the Money Bin had everyone on the houseboat shielding their eyes and a moment later gale force winds struck the pier and huge waves crashed around as if the planet quivered in fear of the magical might just unleashed.
Lowering their arms they could see in the distance a smoke cloud coming from the small island. "Do you think it's over?" Huey asked as they all took a moment before hurrying to see the aftermath.
When they arrived it was to two quiet uncles standing over a sobbing Magica. "Woah, what happened here?" Dewey questioned.
"I couldn't kill her," Donald sighed as he lowered his staff and as the smoke cleared, they could see a massive hole the size of a skyscraper in the back of the money bin. He turned to his Uncle Scrooge who shamefully nodded his head.
"I'll take care of it from here lad," Scrooge promised as he moved over to Magica and tied her hands behind her back. "And I'm sorry that I need you to do one more thing, that Lena lass, she is… she was a part of Magica, I dunno but the lass tried to help me before she was sucked into Magica's shadow."
Donald nodded his head because Lena was just a kid stuck in a weird world she shouldn't have had to be in the first place. Raising his staff once more Magica flinched in fear before a soft, almost ethereal beam of light shot forth and pierced her chest making her yell out.
Everyone watched a small ball of light slowly get pulled out of Magica before it took form and Lena fell onto the coins gasping for air. "How did?" Lena looked around in surprise as her last memory was trying to help Scrooge stop her aunt.
She didn't have time to take in her surroundings before a little girl launched herself into her chest. "Webby?" Lena questioned as her friend cried into her shirt.
"Oh Lena, you're okay?" Webby sobbed in relief that her friend was saved.
"But how, I mean, I was just a shadow, a nobody, so why do I feel real?" Lena said in confusion as to how she was alive right now. She patted herself and even felt a heart beating in her chest.
"Trust me, you are not a Nobody and even if you were, that doesn't make you any less Lena," Donald said as he smiled seeing the little girl happy. Even if he hated every moment since he picked up his staff that he swore was never going to be a part of his life now that he had the boys to raise and protect, it still warmed his heart to know that he could at least save a little girl still.
"Woah," the duck teen said in amazement now that she had a moment to process it all.
"Yeah, turns out Uncle Donald was a wizard, and not just any wizard, but the best wizard in the universe," Webby exclaimed in excitement.
"And this wizard is going back to retirement," Donald grumbled as he stomped away to go return to his houseboat.
"But what about Aunt Magica?" Lena questioned because her aunt was just standing there defeated.
"We came to a deal lass, Magica will keep on only trying to get her revenge on me and she leaves you kids alone," Scrooge started to explain seeing that Magica nodded. "And your Uncle Donald promises to not erase her from existence."
"He can do that?" Louie shouted in astonishment that their Uncle Donald was the most powerful wizard in the world.
"Aye laddie, your Uncle Donald could do a lot more than that iffin he wanted to," Scrooge confirmed, because what the kids saw from a distance was just a simple flare. If needed he knew that his nephew had spells in his repertoire that were so deadly that even the gods could not use them. There weren't many practitioners of the mystical arts that did not know of the Grand Magus and why he was at the pinnacle of all magic in the cosmos.
"So this whole time Uncle Donald was this insanely powerful wizard and he didn't tell anyone?!" Dewey shouted while tugging at his feathers. "Why not?!"
"Because lad, once, once your mother went missing, he made a choice. Keep adventuring or raise you three," Scrooge offered a soft smile.
"But that's so lame," Huey whined because all this time his uncle could have been taking them on amazing life changing journeys instead of just living on a houseboat in the docks.
"No lad, he did the right thing, the responsible thing," quickly correcting the child before they got the wrong impression. "Taking care of you boys after your mother's disappearance is something that only the strongest person would be capable of. He loved you boys so much that he'd rather hang up his staff and make sure that you didn't lose any more family than to keep recklessly putting his life in danger."