"Welcome to today's episode of Dewey Dew-night! Bada-ba-ba-do-dah! Yeah!" He spun around in his chair, then kept going. "Uh, one second."

He stopped the chair, turned back to the desk, and smiled again. Webby gave him a thumbs-up.

"Today, I'm actually home alone this time, with the wonderful Webby on the camera!" His smile faded. "Why do I have to call you that?"

"Want your brothers to know about this?"

Dewey sighed. "Anyways, today we'll be heading outside the manor. Whaaaa? What secrets does Scrooge have in his front lawn? Now we'll find out!"

Webby followed him with the camera as he headed to the front door. He stopped talking when he opened the door, and Webby pointed the camera up at the duck standing in the doorway.

"Uh, who are you?"

The duck looked at Dewey, then clapped his hands together with a surprisingly metal sound. "You must be Scrooge's family! I heard you were staying here, I just didn't think the stories were true!" He pat Dewey's head, messing up his feathers. "Just look how cute you are!"

"Don't patronize me." He pushed the duck's hand off his head. He looked back at the camera. "Interview time!"

"What?"

Dewey pulled the duck back into the room, then shut the door and sat back at his desk.

"So, new duck. Since you're here, you obviously know Scrooge, right? What beef do you have with my uncle?"

"I don't have beef? But I'm an...old friend of his. I came by to talk. It doesn't seem like he's home right now though so I should really leave."

"Not until the interview time is over! Otherwise I'd have to interview Robo-Huey again." He glared at a robotic duck action figure on his desk. "I know what you did."

"What's your name?" Webby asked, curious.

"F...Firequacker. Why?"

Dewey snickered. "Firequacker." He bust out laughing.

He laughed at it for a few minutes, Webby telling herself that she'd have to edit that time later, then finally faced Firequacker again.

"So why are you dressed like a jester? How long have you been a-"

"Jester? I'm supposed to be a clown!" He sighed. "This always happens. People assume I'm a jester because the clothes aren't white or something. What's their deal, huh?"

"I like your hair," Webby said to lighten his mood. "The purple's nice."

He twirled his bangs around his finger. "D'aww, you really think so? Gwarsh, that's so nice of you! I definitely like you, kid with the camera."

"I'm Webby."

"Webby? Hm...That name seems familiar. Eh, whatever. Next question, kiddo."

The Interview Corner went well for a while, and he even told Dewey that he actually used to be part of a circus before it was taken down. Firequacker got strangely silent when Dewey asked if the circus did acrobatics.

"Uh, hello? Earth to Firequacker!" He waved a hand in his face.

"Huh? What? Is something wrong?"

"You kinda spaced out there. You okay?"

"Oh, uh...yeah. I'm fine. What was the question again?"

"You said it had everything, right? Even the acrobatics stuff? Huey would just love that."

"Yeah, yeah. The Acrobatic Cat-tastrophy, as she was called there, was probably the best of them all. She was wonderful..." He had a dreamy tone in his voice. "The way she would almost glide across the tent was a sight to behold." He leaned over the arm of the chair. "But I haven't seen her since the tent closed."

Dewey leaned a bit closer to the camera. "Sounds like somebody's got a crush." He wriggled his eyebrows with a smug smile.

Firequacker sat back up. "But enough about the past. Let's talk Scrooge. When will he be back?"

"Uh, in an hour or so?" Webby shrugged. "My grandma can make you some cookies or something. It's a pretty long walk to the next town so I think it'll be better if you just stayed here for now. Oh, we can play some board games!"

"What exactly is his number one dime?"

"You don't know what his number one dime is?" Dewey asked, shocked. "Like, everybody knows what that is!"

"It was his first ever dime," Webby explained. "He keeps it in good lockdown."

"Aww, darn. I was hoping to see it. It must be covered in dust for how long that's been in lockdown." Firequacker sighed dramatically.

"Actually, no," Dewey said. "I think he cleans it every now and then. He doesn't trust anybody with that thing."

"Yeah, good luck trying to get to it," Webby said, a bit suspicious. "Only he knows where it is."

"Hmm." Firequacker tapped his chin. "So he won't be back in an hour-ish, right?"

Webby turned off the camera. "Yeah. Why?"

"How about a tour?"

"You're trying to get his dime, aren't you?" Dewey accused.

"What? Me?! I didn't even know what it was until now! Why would you say that about me?! You just met me!"

"I know a suspicious face when I see one," Webby said. "Tie him down!"

They both tackled Firequacker, who screamed mostly from confusion. Dewey held him down as Webby did the binding. They both got off of him and he rolled over and sat up.

"Really? You tied me up? How can you even tell if I was after his dumb coin or not?!"

"Nobody asks that many questions related to how long he'll be gone, then about his prized possesion, then ask for a tour unless they were planning something," Dewey said.

"Well, guess what?"

"What?"

"Think you can run?" Webby said. "I tied your legs too."

He fell to the ground and rolled away. He hit his head on the door and stopped there.

"He didn't even leave the room."

They walked over to him, who was bawling pretty hard.

"Are you okay?" Dewey asked. "You're kind of weirding me out."

"Hang on, he might be using a pity attack. Help him, and then he's got the dime," Webby said.

"No...I'm not trying to make you pity me. I just need to do this. Otherwise, the scary shadow will take my arms! I don't want to lose my arms! Not again!" He flopped on the ground like a fish out of water.

"Shadow?"

Firequacker nodded. "A scary shadow lady is after me! If I don't get that dime, I'm done for!"

Webby and Dewey shot each other a look. Dewey shrugged.

"That sounds like you messed with the Shadow Man, but don't take my word for it." Dewey ruffled his feathers.

Webby untied him. "I'm letting you go for now, but if you come back I won't hesitate to make you pay!"

"Webby!"

"I'm not going to kill him or anything! That's crazy talk!"

"Not that. That!"

Firequacker laughed. "Thanks a lot, kid. I can't believe you trusted me! Now I know how long I have until he comes back. I can do it in forty minutes! Ciao!" He hurried out the room.

"Oh. I just did the same thing I told you not to do; dang it!"

"I can't believe those kids wasted twenty minutes of my time," he grumbled. "But this will do just fine. I just need to use my specialty."

He removed his hat and took out a stick of dynamite.

"It's a good thing I always keep one of you on me!"

"Stop him!" Webby yelled behind him.

"Waah!" He jumped down a hallway and kept running. "Those kids are fast!"

He stopped at a vault door, but slipped and crashed into the wall on the smooth floor. He crawled back and smiled.

"There you are! Scrooge's vault! That dumb dime must be in here somewhere. Where else to hide it than in the place it would take hours looking for?"

He tried to open the vault door. It wouldn't budge, no matter how many different angles he pulled at. He scratched his head, then looked at the stick of dynamite.

"Ooh, I should! This'll get rid of that pesky door!" He ran a hand through his bangs. "Who am I kidding? Blow this guy's roof to kingdom-come? I mean, I'm called the Firequacker for a reason...Nope, nope. I'm not doing this."

He could hear the kids catching up to him.

"Argh, there's no time for this! Time to pull the string of this party popper!"

He tried to light it, but it didn't work. He began doing it in a panic, glancing behind him to see Webby and Dewey walking down the hall to him.

"W-work you stupid thing! What are you, a dud?!"

"You're cornered!" Webby cried. "I told you there was no point in looking!"

Firequacker sighed and turned around. "Fine, you got me. Just don't rat me out to Scrooge, alwight? I'm sure he'd find out about this on his own. At least this break in went better than last time. Last time, I went to the wrong mansion and an old Scottish duck started throwing sticks at me. Called himself Glumgold."

Dewey laughed. "That sounds like Glumgold! Haah...he's crazy. He wants to kill Scrooge so he can get the number one spot for 'most wealthy millionaire' or something."

Firequacker snickered, then remembered these children were his enemies now. "Don't play me! I see what you're doing! It's not going to work! I'm not giving up, you hear me?!"

He tapped the stick into his sleeve and pulled out a smoke bomb. He lit it and held it above his head.

"Ciao!"

He tossed it at his feet and it exploded in a cloud of smoke. He leaped out the nearest window as quickly as possible and rushed off into the woods.

Webby and Dewey stopped coughing when the smoke cleared. She looked around. "He's gone!"

"For now," Dewey said, waving away some stray smoke. "It sounded like he was going to come back."

"We have to be extra prepared! We can set up booby traps!"

"Or we could just tell Scrooge."

"Or we can tell Scrooge yeah. That works. And then the booby traps?"

"Sure, we can do booby traps."

"Yes!"