Firequacker paced around his room. "Okay, so the direct approach didn't work. What now?"

"You should break in! They won't be expecting that!"

"No, too cliché. They'll see that coming from a mile away."

"Get rid of the childrenssss...Usssse them assss a randssssom..."

"What do you think I am, crazy?" Firequacker shook his head.

"They know too much! Kill them off!"

"Nevermind, that's worse." He sighed.

"You claim I am the crazy one, and Kyrell here wantsssss to kill sssssome childrensssss..."

Firequacker rubbed his forehead. "I want you both to shut up so I can think. What's the best way to go about this? Kyrell, any ideas that don't involve murder?"

Kyrell stayed silent.

"Really? I can't believe you're my friend. What about you, Ivar?"

"You sssshouldn't give up, but you sssshouldn't be dumb about thissss either. I sssstill ssssay that the childrenssss need to be removed first before you can ssssafely get insssside the mansssion..."

"Hm...Yeah. Breaking inside is a no-go because it's a mansion. They're going to have heavy security."

"Break a window!" Kyrell cheered.

"No, that'ssss ssssure to fail. You sssshould sssstart over with thisssss Ssssscrooge persssson...Get on hissss good sssside."

"Blow his door down! Show them no mercy!"

Firequacker covered his ears as they kept bickering back and forth. "Shut up! Both of you! I can't hear myself think!" He clasped his hands over the puppet's mouths. He sighed. "What am I doing, arguing with a bunch of dolls?"

Kyrell was a turtle rod-styled puppet, and Ivar a snake sock puppet. He'd made them shortly after he struck the deal with that shadow, and used them for comfort. They only started talking to him recently, and Ivar was the only one who made any sense. Kyrell was pretty unstable mentally, and worried both Ivar and Firequacker with his ideas.

"You know what? I'm going to trust Ivar on this one. If I can get Scrooge's trust then getting inside his mansion would be easy!"

"I would take caution doing that...If you do get him to trusssst you, ssstealing hisss prized dime would turn hisss entire family againssst you."

"Hmm...This is a pretty hard decision." He tapped his chin. "I'm going to try everything!"

"Oh boy...Thisss isss going to go very wrong..."

Every plan failed, the one of digging under the house especially. When he tried sneaking through the vents, he got stuck, and then fell out and got whacked upside the head by Webby with a pan. His head was throbbing too badly and he had to give up.

When he tried again the next day, Scrooge told him "Just give up, you're not getting in here."

He trudged his way home and flopped on his bed. Kyrell nearly fell off his bedside table. He took off his hat and sighed.

"This failed, that didn't work...What am I going to do?" He messed up his feathers. "I'm a horrible person...Why did I even agree to do this in the first place? I should have just died."

"You sssstill have the option of befriending Sssscrooge."

"No, he knows what I'm trying to do and actually told me to give up."

Ivar frowned. "That'ssss awful. Giving up issss never an option..."

Kyrell smiled. "Then try breaking in! Break everything! Show them no mercy!"

"No, I'm not doing that. I'm not going to break everything, I'm only there for the dime."

"You sssshould jusssst tell the Sssshadow that you don't want to ssssteal the dime."

"But m-my arms...! I can't lose everything again."

"You ssstill have usss, Einar."

"You still have me! Ivar isn't going to help you! With rich jerks like him, you need to show his no mercy! You need to show him how bad you can possibly be! You need to show him that if he doesn't comply, then you won't hesitate to take everything away from him!"

"Alwight...I can see that. Maybe I have been coming off too soft."

"Einar, I know what Kyrell'sss planning and you are sssstarting to go down hisss rotten path! Don't fall into hisss temptation, Ein-"

He closed his hand on Ivar's cotton mouth. "Now now, Ivar. We should always let other share their humble opinion. Now that I've let you blabber for months, I feel like it's finally Kyrell's turn to talk."

Kyrell laughed maniacally. "Now we're talking! Let's get this fire show started!"