Opening:
The early morning light streamed through the large windows of McDuck Manor, casting a warm glow on the walls. Birds chirped cheerfully outside, filling the quiet of dawn with their song. Scrooge McDuck sat comfortably in his chair. As he flipped through the newspaper, the familiar aroma of nutmeg tea drifted through the air, and moments later, Mrs. Beakley appeared beside him, her steps quiet and efficient.
Beakley (placing a steaming cup next to him): "Your nutmeg tea, Mr. McDuck, brewed with the same teabag as always."
Scrooge (grinning): "Ah, Beakley, you know me well. There's nothing like the taste of saving money."
He took a sip, savoring the blend, the faintest smile tugging at his beak.
Scrooge (muttering to himself): "Glorious morning… what a perfect day for an adventure."
Beakley stood nearby, arms crossed, a knowing expression on her face.
Beakley: "And here I thought you'd take the day to rest after your last escapade, sir."
Scrooge (with a glint in his eye): "Rest? A day without adventure is a day wasted, Beakley. The world won't discover its treasures on its own!"
Beakley (shaking her head fondly): "Well, if you're looking for company, the boys are already in the living room, likely engaged in another of their games. Webby is still in her room, but I'm sure she'll be ready the moment she hears the word 'adventure.'"
Scrooge chuckled, folding up the newspaper and placing it aside.
Scrooge: "Aye, Webbigail's never one to pass up an adventure. I suppose it's time to see what the day has in store for us."
Beakley (teasing): "Just remember, Mr. McDuck, if things get too wild, someone's going to have to clean up the mess."
Scrooge (with a wink): "I promise not to blow up the manor. Can't speak for the rest of Duckburg, though."
With that, Scrooge stood, his eyes bright with the anticipation of the unknown, and made his way toward the living room, eager to gather the family for whatever mysteries lay ahead. Scrooge paused in the doorway of the living room. His nephews, Huey, Dewey, and Louie, were sprawled across the couch, their eyes glued to the giant screen as their fingers furiously tapped on controllers. The flashing lights from their video game illuminated the otherwise peaceful room.
Scrooge (cheerfully): "Morning, lads! Who's ready for another grand adventure?"
The boys didn't look up, engrossed in their game. Louie barely glanced in his direction.
Louie (groaning): "Oh, come on, Uncle Scrooge. It's Sunday, everyone relaxes on Sunday."
Scrooge's smile faltered, a look of irritation crossing his face.
Scrooge (annoyed): "You're always relaxing, every day!"
Dewey, focused on his game, casually shrugged without looking away from the screen.
Dewey: "Besides, Mom's still fixing the plane after I crashed it yesterday. But in my defense, I was flying with Launchpad."
Huey nodded, not taking his eyes off the screen either, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Huey: "Sorry, Uncle Scrooge, but we're going to finish The Legends of Legend Quest 2 today."
Scrooge folded his arms, shaking his head in disapproval.
Scrooge: "Oh come off it, lad, a video graphical game cannae give you a real adventure."
The boys' lack of enthusiasm was clear. Scrooge's eyes scanned the room for a moment, landing on an old artifact hanging on the wall—a relic from one of his many adventures. It sparked a memory, and suddenly, an idea popped into his head. He straightened up, his energy returning.
Scrooge (to himself, thoughtful): "Maybe Webby'll be up for a bit of adventure."
Without a second thought, Scrooge turned and hurried down the hallway toward Webby's room, his pace quickening. Reaching her door, he swung it open with excitement gleaming in his eyes.
Scrooge (enthusiastically): "Morning, Webby darling! Where are ye, lass?"
Webby, who was sitting at her desk flipping through a book, looked up with a warm smile. She was used to her father's unpredictable bursts of energy.
Webby: "Morning, Dad. You look excited. What's going on?"
Scrooge beamed, almost bouncing on his feet.
Scrooge (eagerly): "We're off on an adventure of a lifetime! Just the two of us. What do ye say?"
Webby blinked in surprise, but her eyes quickly lit up at the thought.
Webby (curious): "Sure, where are we going?"
Scrooge's grin widened, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Scrooge: "Somewhere ye've never been."
Webby smiled back, the contagious excitement starting to bubble up inside her. She knew when Scrooge got that look in his eyes, it always meant a day filled with mystery and thrills.
Part 1: "The Hidden Corner of Duckburg"
Scrooge and Webby set out on their day trip, the lively hum of Duckburg surrounding them. The sun was shining brightly, casting long shadows across the city's towering buildings. As they passed through bustling sidewalks filled with busy shoppers, Webby's eyes darted around, wide with wonder at the sights and sounds that filled the air—the distant honking of cars, the chatter of tourists, the clinking of street vendors' wares.
Webby (curious, excited): "I still have no idea where we're going."
Scrooge (grinning): "Now where's the fun in telling ye? Gotta keep the element of surprise!"
Webby giggled, her steps quickening to keep up with Scrooge's energetic pace. They soon arrived at a sprawling marketplace, a vibrant corner of Duckburg filled with a rainbow of colorful stalls. Tourists wandered between them, admiring everything from trinkets to vintage artifacts, while merchants called out, advertising their rare finds.
The market was alive, bustling with the clamor of haggling voices, the smells of fresh food being cooked, and the occasional glint of something shiny from an antique table.
Scrooge (beaming): "Ah, look at that, Webbigail. So many treasures, so much history! Let's take a closer look, shall we?"
The market stretched out before them like an endless maze of relics and memories, each stall offering a piece of history. Webby took it all in, her mouth slightly open in awe. The sheer size and energy of the place, with its towering stacks of old maps, mysterious artifacts, and travelers from all over the world, left her momentarily overwhelmed.
Webby (awed): "This is incredible! I didn't even know Duckburg had a place like this."
Scrooge (with nostalgia): "Back in the day, when Donald, Della, and I returned from our adventures, this was where we'd come. We'd meet fellow explorers, exchange treasures, share stories of our journeys. Aye, those were the good old days."
His eyes softened, lost in the memories of his past adventures. Webby noticed this, her heart swelling with admiration as she realized just how much history Scrooge had experienced.
Webby (amazed): "Wow, you have so much history here. It's like this market holds all your old stories."
Scrooge (softly, with a hint of sadness): "Aye... it's good to be back after twelve long years."
Webby's brows furrowed in confusion at the subtle change in his tone, sensing the weight in his words.
Webby (hesitant): "Wait, why did you stop coming?"
Scrooge paused mid-step, his eyes distant as memories resurfaced. For a moment, the lively market seemed to fade around them. A shadow crossed his face, the cheer of the moment briefly dimming.
Scrooge (quietly): "After the Spear of Selene incident… well, let's just say I didn't have much reason to return. Until today."
Webby bit her lip, unsure of what to say. She knew how much the loss of Della had haunted Scrooge, but she also felt a surge of pride knowing she was the reason he was returning here today. She gave him a small, encouraging smile.
Webby (gently): "I'm glad you brought me here. This place feels… important."
Scrooge (smiling again, brighter): "It is, lass. And ye'll be a part of its history now, too."
After wandering through the marketplace, passing vendors who tried to tempt them with rare relics and treasures, Scrooge and Webby came to a stop in front of a small, tucked-away shop. Its wooden sign, slightly worn from age, read "Ogilvy's Olde Curiosities". The display window was crammed with dusty relics, old maps, and curious trinkets that glimmered in the sunlight.
Scrooge (grinning): "Here we are. Let's see what treasures old Ogilvy has hidden away this time."
Webby's eyes lit up as she peered into the window, already excited by the idea of discovering something amazing inside. The market buzzed around them, but in this small corner of Duckburg, it felt like time slowed down—just the two of them, ready to uncover another mystery.
[Meanwhile...]
Somewhere in the ocean, Donald's houseboat is sailing smoothly, heading back to Duckburg after months of traveling with Daisy, May, and June.
Donald (relieved): "Finally, back to Duckburg. After all these months, there's nothing like home sweet home!"
May (excited): "I can't wait to tell Webby all about our adventures! She's gonna love it."
June (teasing): "Or maybe she'll be jealous when she sees this super comfy shirt I got."
Daisy (smiling): "Don't worry, girls, I bought enough shirts for everyone. Webby won't be left out."
Donald (confidently): "And we'll be there in no time. Just smooth sailing from here."
The family relaxes as the boat moves steadily, but up ahead, dark clouds begin to gather. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and the wind starts to pick up.
Donald (nervously, muttering): "Uh-oh… not now…"
A flash of lightning cuts through the sky, followed by the sound of thunder rolling across the water.
Donald (exasperated): "Aww, phooey…"
[In the hangar...]
Della and Launchpad are working on fixing the Cloudslayer after yesterday's mishap with Dewey at the controls. Della's hands move quickly, tightening bolts and checking wires, while Launchpad watches, holding a tool in each hand.
Della (frustrated): "What exactly were you doing with Dewey? He's never crashed the plane before."
Launchpad: "Well, Dewey was trying some cool maneuvers…"
Della: "And?"
Launchpad: "He told me to watch the window and make sure we were still in the air, so I did what he said."
Della (incredulous): "You didn't think to stop him?"
Launchpad (earnestly): "I was busy looking out the window!"
Della pauses, clearly holding back her frustration. She takes a deep breath, rubbing her temples as she shakes her head in disbelief.
Della (muttering to herself): "I can't believe I trusted you two with my plane."
In the living room, the boys remain completely absorbed in their video game, unaware of the conversation in the hangar or the state of the plane.
[At the market...]
Scrooge and Webby enter the antique shop. The shelves are packed with dusty relics and curious oddities. A burly, bearded shopkeeper stands behind the counter, polishing a brass telescope.
Shopkeeper (booming voice): "Ah, welcome to Ogilvy's Olde Curiosities! Finest collection of forgotten treasures in Duckburg! Care to take home a piece of history today?"
The shopkeeper's eyes light up as he recognizes Scrooge.
Shopkeeper (excitedly): "Well, if it isn't Scrooge McDuck himself, the greatest adventurer of all time! It's been years, what have you brought me today, Mr. McDuck?"
Scrooge: "Ah, not bringin' any treasures today, lad. Instead, I'm on a treasure hunt with the lass here."
Webby's eyes sparkle as she gazes at the vast array of items lining the shelves, clearly awestruck.
Webby (excitedly): "This place is incredible! So many artifacts! I didn't even know Duckburg had a shop like this!"
Shopkeeper (proudly): "Of course it's incredible! Some of the greatest explorers in the world bring their discoveries here—like Mr. McDuck himself!"
Webby (turning to Scrooge): "You sold your treasure here?"
Scrooge (leaning in with a conspiratorial whisper): "Please don't tell Louie. He'll have half the artifacts from the garage out here before I know it."
As Webby wandered through the antique shop, her eyes sparkled with wonder, captivated by the countless artifacts scattered around. Suddenly, something caught her attention. She paused, fixating on an old, weathered journal encased in a dusty frame.
Webby (excited): "What kind of journal is this? And how much for it?"
The shopkeeper, noticing Webby's interest, walked over with a knowing smile.
Shopkeeper: "Ah, that old thing? A few years back, some fella dropped it off here. Said it was cursed, would you believe? I offered him a good price, but he bolted out the door like he'd seen a ghost."
Webby (curious): "Do you know who he was?"
Shopkeeper (shaking his head): "Not a clue. But he sure looked terrified. Can't say I've seen anyone react quite like that."
Scrooge, intrigued by the conversation, strolled over, glancing at the journal.
Scrooge: "Cursed, eh? Did anything strange happen while you had it? Things flying off the shelves? Glass shattering on its own?"
Shopkeeper (chuckling): "Hah! Nothing like that. Just an old piece of junk collecting dust. You're welcome to take it, no charge."
Webby (eyes wide with excitement): "Really? This is amazing! We're going to solve a mystery today!"
Without hesitation, Webby carefully opened the journal, flipping through its pages, her excitement growing with each turn.
Scrooge (smiling): "Thanks. I haven't seen the lass this excited in a while."
Shopkeeper (grinning): "Don't mention it! Always a pleasure seeing someone leave here with a smile."
Scrooge: "Well, looks like we've found our next adventure, thanks to you. See you later."
The shopkeeper gave a friendly wave as Scrooge and Webby headed for the door.
Shopkeeper: "Enjoy your journey, and if you ever come across anything interesting, you know where to bring it. I'll give you a fair price."
Scrooge nodded with a smirk as he and Webby stepped outside, the journal in hand, ready for whatever mystery awaited them.
Outside the antique shop, Scrooge and Webby walked along the bustling street, their eyes locked on the old journal as they inspected it further.
Webby (skeptical): "Are you sure this isn't some kind of prank or something fake? It just seems too convenient…"
Scrooge stroked his chin, recalling the shopkeeper's words.
Scrooge (confidently): "The lad who brought this journal to Ogilvy looked downright terrified, lass, and I know Ogilvy is not a fan of making a fake story. This is likely someone else's journal he stumbled upon—probably didn't even realize what he was holding."
Scrooge smiled at her, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of mysteries. He gestured to the journal, still clutched in Webby's hands.
Scrooge: "Besides, that thing's no ordinary notebook. Look at the wear and age—there's a history here, waiting to be uncovered. We'd be fools to ignore it."
Webby looked down at the journal again, her excitement beginning to return as she realized Scrooge's faith in it. She gave him a nod, her eyes glinting with determination.
Scrooge (curious): "Who wrote this? Is there a name on it anywhere?"
Webby (shaking her head): "No name, but there are so many mysteries inside! It's just like Isabella Finch's missing mysteries we found before—except this one's filled with magical stuff."
Scrooge (muttering under his breath): "Magical stuff…"
Webby's excitement grew as she flipped through the journal, pointing out various mysteries.
Webby (showing Scrooge the pages): "Look! The Island of Miracles, The Phantom Forest, The 'So Light' Crystal, The Ghost Ship of Birdmuda. This is going to be epic!"
Scrooge (impressed): "That's quite a collection of mysteries, lass. Sounds like we've got some work ahead of us. Why wait? Let's dive in right now."
Webby eagerly scanned the first entry, her finger tracing the words on the page.
Webby (reading aloud): "The first mystery is The Island of Miracles, located just fifty miles from Duckburg."
Scrooge (thoughtful): "Hmph. Plenty of boats have passed through those waters for years, and I've never heard of any mystical islands."
Webby (excited): "It says here the island only appears if you read a certain set of words aloud! And look, they're written right here—these must be the words that summon the island!"
Scrooge (grinning, his eyes lighting up): "Well, then, what are we waiting for? The boys can put their video games aside for this one. Nothing sparks the spirit of adventure like a good ol' mystery."
Webby (pausing): "But isn't Della still fixing the plane? We can't fly there."
Scrooge (thinking for a moment): "Ah, you're right about that. I almost forgot. Well, looks like it's just you and me on this one, lass. We'll rent a boat down at the harbor and sail our way to that island."
With that, the pair turned and made their way toward the harbor, the journal clutched tightly in Webby's hands. The air buzzed with anticipation as they prepared to embark on another grand adventure, the promise of a hidden island and magical mysteries looming just beyond the horizon.
Part 2: "Mystery Awaits"
Scrooge and Webby sat aboard the small boat, drifting gently across the calm waters. They had finally arrived at the coordinates marked in the journal, but to their eyes, there was nothing but endless ocean around them.
Webby (scanning the horizon): "According to the journal, the island should be right around here."
Scrooge (curious): "So, lass, those mystical words in the journal... Do you have any idea what they mean?"
Webby, flipping back through the journal, nodded enthusiastically.
Webby (excited): "Yeah! There's a rough translation right here. It says: 'Reveal the hidden, by the power of the ancients, let the unseen be seen."
Scrooge (grinning): "Well then, let's make the island be seen. Give it a try, Webbigail."
Webby nodded, flipping to the page in the journal that contained the ancient text. The words were faded and strange, written in a language neither of them had seen before. Taking a deep breath, she began to read aloud.
Webby (reciting the words): "Anora'tu velas… mimara nos centauris... na'dra'eah norahn..."
As the last syllable left her lips, the air around them began to shimmer. The calm sea stirred beneath their boat, and from the mist that suddenly swirled before them, an island materialized, slowly rising from the depths. Jagged cliffs framed the island, and beyond them, a lush, untamed jungle seemed to pulse with life. The trees were twisted in odd shapes, their bark glowing faintly as though enchanted. Strange, colorful plants grew in abundance, some with leaves larger than the boat, and others emitting an otherworldly light. Exotic birds with shimmering feathers flitted through the canopy, their calls unlike anything Scrooge or Webby had ever heard.
Scrooge (wide-eyed, impressed): "Bless me bagpipes... There it is, the hidden island."
Webby (awe-struck): "It's incredible... Look at those plants! I've never seen anything like them! And the animals... they're like creatures out of a fairy tale!"
[In the hangar]
Della stood back, wiping her hands on a rag as she admired their handiwork. The Cloudslayer gleamed in the afternoon light, newly repaired and ready for action.
Della (satisfied): "Finally! After hours of work, the Cloudslayer is good as new and ready to fly!"
Launchpad (relieved): "Phew! Now Dewey can show me those cool maneuvers again."
Della (sternly): "No, no, no! There will be no more Dewey crashing this plane. We just fixed it!"
Launchpad: "How about a test flight?"
Della (nodding, thoughtful): "Sounds good, but I'll be the one piloting this time. You wait here while I grab the boys."
Della strode into the living room, where Huey, Dewey, and Louie were glued to the big screen, still immersed in their video game. Huey's fingers were working furiously on the controller, while Dewey and Louie cheered him on.
Huey (without looking up): "Mom, you're blocking the screen."
Without warning, Della switched off the TV.
Louie (groaning): "Aww, come on, Mom! What's the big idea?"
Della (enthusiastic): "We're going on a real adventure, that's the big idea!"
Dewey (raising an eyebrow): "But this game is perfect! It's got everything!"
Della (playfully): "Oh, please, no game can beat the real deal. Just a quick test flight around Duckburg in the newly repaired Cloudslayer!"
The boys exchanged reluctant glances but eventually shrugged in agreement.
Della: "That's the spirit! To the Cloudslayer!"
[In the ocean]
Donald's houseboat was now fully engulfed by the storm. The once calm sea had transformed into a roiling mass of waves, and the sky was a chaotic swirl of dark clouds and lightning. Rain pounded down in relentless sheets, the wind howling around them.
Donald (struggling to keep control): "Hold on, everyone! This storm came out of nowhere!"
May (clinging to the railing, eyes wide with fear): "This is crazy! Is this normal?"
June (trying to stay calm, though her voice shook): "I don't think so! We're getting tossed around like a toy!"
The boat rocked violently as towering waves crashed against its sides. Water sprayed over the deck as the houseboat groaned under the relentless pressure. The engine sputtered and coughed, struggling against the swelling seas.
Donald (yelling over the roar of the storm, gripping the wheel): "Come on, engine! Stay with me!"
A particularly massive wave hit the boat, nearly throwing May and June off their feet. Donald saw the panic in their eyes and knew he needed to act fast. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the terror on Daisy's face as she clung to a nearby support.
Daisy (frantically): "Donald, we need to do something! The boat won't hold much longer!"
Donald's face hardened with determination. He released the wheel for a brief second, dashing across the deck toward May and June.
Donald (urgently): "Girls! Get your life vests on, now!"
He quickly grabbed two bright orange life vests from a nearby compartment, shoving them into May and June's hands before fastening their buckles with swift precision.
Donald (gruff but protective): "Stay close, and don't let go of the railing!"
May (voice trembling): "O-Okay, Dad!"
June (nodding, though her hands shook as she gripped the railing): "We've got them on!"
Donald hurried back to the helm, gripping the wheel with renewed vigor, but the engine made a final sputter before dying completely. The boat was at the mercy of the violent sea now, drifting aimlessly as wave after wave slammed into them.
Donald (grim determination in his voice): "Stay calm, everyone! We'll get through this, I promise!"
But the storm showed no mercy. A monstrous wave, taller than anything they had seen yet, rose out of the ocean like a wall of water. It loomed over them, blotting out what little light was left from the stormy sky.
Daisy (shouting, terrified): "Donald! Look out!"
Donald's heart raced as the wave crested above them. There was no time to react. The massive wave crashed down, hitting the houseboat. The world around them dissolved into a chaotic swirl of roaring waves and blinding rain.
[In the island]
Scrooge and Webby brought the boat to shore, pulling it up onto the sandy beach. The sand was soft, almost unnaturally white, and the air carried a faint, sweet fragrance from the island's flora.
Scrooge (stepping onto the beach): "Aye, this place is somethin' special, alright. But remember, Webbigail, just because it's mystical doesn't mean it's safe."
Webby (nodding): "Right. We'll need to be careful. The journal did warn about the dangers."
With that, they ventured into the heart of the island, leaving the safety of their boat behind. The deeper they went, the more vibrant and strange the vegetation became. Glowing fungi lined their path, and bizarre creatures peeked out from behind trees—some with too many eyes, others with wings that seemed to shimmer in and out of sight. It was like stepping into another world, one where the rules of nature didn't apply.
As they ventured deeper into the island, Webby's eyes scanned the journal in her hands, her voice soft but focused.
Webby: "According to the journal, there are some dangerous plants and animals here. We need to stay on guard."
Scrooge nodded, his senses heightened by the growing unease of the island.
Scrooge (cautiously): "Stay sharp, lass. One of these plants could be one of them."
They walked for a few more moments before stopping in front of a massive, gnarled vine. It stretched across the forest floor like the limb of a giant, its dull brown color indicating it was barely alive, with patches of dried leaves hanging from it.
Webby's heart softened at the sight of the plant's withering state. Without hesitation, she grabbed a flask from her backpack, filled it with water from a nearby pond, and poured it over the vine.
Webby (gently): "Oh, you poor plant… Here's some water. Let's help you out."
Scrooge's eyes widened in alarm as he took a step forward, his voice urgent.
Scrooge (warning): "Webbigail, beware! This could be one of the—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the vine sprang to life. It lashed out in an instant, wrapping around Webby's leg with a vice-like grip. The vine pulsed with a strange green glow as it coiled tighter, draining her energy.
Webby (panicked): "Dad! Help!"
Scrooge (shouting): "Hang on, lass!"
Without wasting a second, Scrooge rushed forward, pulling out his cane. He swung at the vine with all his might, trying to loosen its grip, but the vine only tightened, feeding off Webby's life force and growing stronger with each pulse. Scrooge could see Webby's face pale as the energy drained from her.
Scrooge (gritting his teeth): "Ye won't take her from me, ya overgrown weed!"
He delivered a powerful blow to the base of the vine, causing it to momentarily loosen its grip. But the vine was relentless, lashing out with another tendril to trap Scrooge as well.
Scrooge (struggling): "Blast it! This thing's stronger than it looks!"
Webby, her strength fading, managed to reach for the journal, flipping desperately through the pages.
Webby (weakly): "There… must be a way… to stop it…"
In a last-ditch effort, Scrooge grabbed a nearby rock and threw it at the base of the vine with all his strength. The vine shuddered, releasing its hold just enough for Scrooge to pull Webby free.
Scrooge (panting): "I've got ya, lass. Let's get away from this cursed plant!"
He scooped her up and carried her away from the writhing vine, both of them collapsing onto the forest floor a safe distance away. The vine slowly shrank back into itself, returning to its dormant state.
Webby (breathless): "Th-thanks, Dad… I didn't realize…"
Scrooge (nodding, still catching his breath): "Ye've got a good heart, Webbigail… but sometimes, even the most harmless lookin' things are dangerous. We'll need to be more careful from now on."
Webby, still shaken but grateful, nodded in agreement. The island was more treacherous than they had thought.
[Inside the Cloudslayer]
Della, Launchpad, and the boys soared above Duckburg in the Cloudslayer, the hum of the engines filling the cockpit.
Dewey (grinning): "Come on, Mom, I can handle the plane this time!"
Della shot him a knowing look, her hands steady on the controls.
Della: "And let you pull some crazy stunt that'll end with us nose-diving into the sea? Not a chance."
Launchpad (proudly, puffing out his chest): "Don't worry, Dewey! When it comes to crashing planes, you're learning from the best!"
Della's expression soured, clearly unimpressed by Launchpad's misplaced pride.
Louie (groaning in the back): "This is so boring. Why'd I let you drag me along? We could still be playing the game."
Huey: "Come on, Louie. It's Mom we're talking about. Plus, we already reset the game twice. We were bound to get bored eventually."
Louie (grumbling): "Still not as boring as our first ten years with Uncle Donald."
Dewey: "Oh, come on, that's not fair! He was just trying to protect us."
At the mention of Donald, Della's eyes lit up, her expression softening as her thoughts turned to her brother.
Della (suddenly, a realization dawning): "Donald! That's it!"
Huey: "What?"
Della (excited): "Your Uncle Donald! He's supposed to return today from his trip with Daisy, May, and June. How could I forget? I haven't seen him in years! Finally, we're all back together."
Huey (chuckling): "Mom, it's only been four months."
Della (fondly): "It feels like years to me. He's my brother, after all."
Dewey: "So, where are we headed then?"
Della (grinning): "We're heading out to sea. They should be sailing toward Duckburg right now. I bet they're enjoying the breeze and the calm waves, completely unaware we're about to surprise them."
[In the ocean]
Donald's houseboat limped out of the storm, the sky finally clearing after the chaos. Water sloshed across the deck, soaking everything in sight. As Donald woke from his faint, he immediately scrambled to check on his family.
Donald (worried): "Daisy? Girls? Are you guys alright?"
Daisy, May, and June slowly regained consciousness, sitting up groaning, their hair and clothes soaked through.
Daisy (sighing in relief): "We're fine… but that was one wild storm."
May (rubbing her head): "Thank goodness we're alive. I thought we were goners."
June (wiping water from her face): "That was way too close! We've got to be the unluckiest family on the ocean!"
Donald, ever the responsible captain, stumbled toward the engine, his feathers still dripping. He frowned deeply when he saw the extent of the damage: wires were fried, and parts were hanging loose, knocked around by the violent storm.
Donald (muttering to himself in frustration as he inspects the engine): "Great… just great. Why does it always have to be the engine? The same engine! Phooey! Everything's busted beyond repair!"
June: "So, we are stranded?"
He sighed deeply, the weight of the situation finally settling on him.
Donald (sighing, disappointed): "I'm sorry, guys... I should've handled it better."
Daisy stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Daisy (calmly): "It's not your fault, Donald. Just calm down. We'll figure something out. I'm sure a ship will pass through here soon — we're not that far from Duckburg."
For a moment, the group stood in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, May's ears perked up at a distant sound, and her eyes widened with excitement.
May (pointing to the sky): "Wait, is that…?"
June immediately looking at the sky, jumping up, shouting, and waving her arms
June : "Heeelp! We're down here!"
Daisy and Donald squinted into the sky, spotting the unmistakable silhouette of the Cloudslayer in the distance. Relief flooded through them as they realized rescue was close.
Donald (beaming with renewed energy): "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!"
High above in the Cloudslayer, the boys peered out of the windows, scanning the ocean below. Suddenly, Louie's eyes widened as he spotted something familiar.
Louie (pointing): "Hold on… that boat looks like it's in bad shape."
Della (alert): "Where?"
Dewey (leaning forward): "Right side, by the waves—there!"
Launchpad squinted down at the figures on the deck.
Launchpad : "Hey, look! Those two girls are waving. Hello!"
Huey (facepalming): "They're not waving hello, Launchpad! They need help!"
Della's eyes narrowed as she took control of the situation, her voice filled with determination.
Della: "That has to be Donald. No time to waste, people! Brace yourselves, we're landing!"
With precision, Della guided the Cloudslayer lower, the plane gliding smoothly toward the sea. As it descended, the water sprayed up around the skids, and within moments, the plane touched down gently beside the battered houseboat.
The crew from the Cloudslayer quickly sprang into action, helping Donald, Daisy, May, and June aboard the plane. The houseboat securely tied to the Cloudslayer using the plane's hook, bobbing gently on the sea as everything was fastened down.
Once everyone was safe, Della approached Donald, who was still catching his breath.
Della (grinning): "Looks like those waves weren't as calm as you'd hoped, huh?"
Donald (grateful, shaking his head): "Thanks, Della. You really showed up just in time. I thought we were done for."
Della, with a smile, pulled Donald into a tight hug.
Della (laughing): "I've missed you, you big palooka!"
Donald, softened by the reunion, chuckled as he returned the hug.
Donald (softly): "I missed you too."
Curious, Huey asked a question to Donald.
Huey: "What happened, Uncle Donald?"
Daisy (with a smirk): "Oh, we were just enjoying a few little waves."
Louie (raising an eyebrow): "You guys got caught in that storm, didn't you?"
May (dramatic): "You can't even imagine how terrifying it was!"
June (nodding vigorously): "Yeah, it was pure chaos!"
With everyone safely aboard, Della turned toward the controls.
Della: "Alright, everybody. We'll tow the boat back to the harbor, then head straight to the mansion."
As the Cloudslayer started to move, Huey's sharp eyes caught sight of something unusual in the distance.
Huey (pointing, puzzled): "Hey... has anyone ever seen that island before? I'm sure that wasn't there before."
All eyes turned toward the mysterious island on the horizon, the next adventure already calling.
Part 3: "Adventurers Assemble!"
In the island, Scrooge and Webby continue walked cautiously through the dense jungle, the underbrush crunching under their feet. Webby was still catching her breath after they just escaped from the deadly vine.
Webby (reading aloud): "That vine was called the Soulbind Vine. It wraps its victim like a python and absorbs their life force. Yikes."
Scrooge smirked slightly, the thrill of the unknown sparking in his eyes.
Scrooge: "Now this is a real adventure! But remember, Webbigail, always keep an eye out."
Webby nodded, still flipping through the journal.
Webby: "The journal mentions something called the 'Land of No Escape' up ahead... but doesn't explain what that means."
Both walking few more steps further before Scrooge abruptly stopped, extending a hand to halt Webby.
Scrooge (gravely): "Hold on, lass. Ye might want to take a look at what's in front of ye."
Webby, eyes still glued to the journal, finally looked up. They had emerged into a clearing, but instead of feeling a sense of relief, an eerie dread crept over them. The clearing was littered with the skeletal remains of countless animals, stretching as far as they could see. Their eyes wide in shock, stood frozen, unable to believe the sight before them. The eerie silence of the clearing was only broken by their shallow breaths.
Scrooge (murmuring under his breath): "Great sack of delirium… What the blazes happened here?"
Webby (eyes wide): "Maybe the land's toxic… or radioactive?"
Scrooge (sternly): "Whatever it is, don't ye dare take another step."
Suddenly, the beautiful bird they had seen earlier when the island first appeared glided down gracefully, landing in the middle of the bone-strewn clearing.
Webby (concerned): "No, come back! You'll be killed by whatever's done this!"
But to their amazement, the bird remained unharmed, strutting across the skeletons without a care.
Scrooge (relieved, but cautious): "Well, look at that beauty! Seems it's safe to cross after all."
Webby (frowning, still suspicious): "Hold on, let me check the journal. There's gotta be something about this..."
As Webby flipped through the pages, more birds began landing silently in the clearing, one by one. Soon, a flock had formed, all staring intently at them with a menacing air.
The first bird, standing at the front, fixed them with a serious, almost predatory look.
Scrooge (uneasy, backing away): "On second thought, Webby... I've changed my mind. Let's not test our luck."
Webby, frantically flipping through the journal, tried to find any information on the birds, while Scrooge stood rigid, watching the flock with growing unease.
Scrooge (whispering, a shiver of unease in his voice): "These birds... they have a threatening aura. I dinnae like this."
Webby (also whispering, eyes wide): "I found it... They're Luranta Harriers. Despite their beautiful appearance, they're carnivores, and they hunt in groups. The skeletons here... they're their victims. They only attack if we—"
Before Webby could finish, panic overtook Scrooge. He grabbed Webby and bolted for the tree line.
Scrooge (panicked): "Ruuuunn!"
Webby (alarmed): "No, wait! If we run, they'll—"
But it was too late. The birds, sensing movement, let out sharp, screeching cries and darted toward them like arrows.
Webby (yelling, trying to reason): "Dad, stop! If we make sudden movements, they'll—"
Scrooge (gritting his teeth as he ran): "I'm not standin' still while we get picked apart by those beaked devils!"
They sprinted through the thick underbrush, branches slapping against their faces as they pushed through the jungle. The sounds of snapping twigs and crunching leaves mixed with the harsh screeches of the birds, who dived and swooped closer with every second. The dense trees offered some cover, but not for long.
Scrooge leapt over a fallen log, pulling Webby along as they raced downhill. The ground beneath them shifted, loose rocks tumbling down with each step, making it hard to keep their footing.
Webby (breathing heavily): "Careful—this slope is unstable!"
Just as she said that, Scrooge slipped, skidding down the hill and barely catching himself on a jutting root. Webby quickly followed, both of them struggling to keep their balance as they plunged further into the jungle.
The harriers let out deafening shrieks as they circled above, diving between branches and narrowly missing the duo.
Scrooge (looking up, panicked): "We need to get out of the open!"
They stumbled upon a shallow stream, splashing through the water as they tried to find cover. The birds momentarily hesitated, circling above the stream, but the moment of respite didn't last long. The screeching cries returned, and this time, the birds came at them from both sides.
Webby (frantic): "Left! There's a narrow path through those rocks!"
They darted toward a narrow passage between two jagged cliffs, ducking and weaving as the birds tried to block their path. The confined space slowed the birds down, but it also made it harder for Scrooge and Webby to move quickly.
The path opened into a dark, dense wood. The trees loomed tall and ominous, their branches twisted and gnarled. The birds were temporarily confused by the thick canopy, giving Scrooge and Webby a brief moment to catch their breath.
Scrooge (panting): "Keep goin'! If we can just get through these woods—"
But just as they ran deeper into the forest, the landscape shifted. The thick woods gave way to a narrow clearing with sheer rocky walls on three sides—a dead end.
Scrooge (frustrated): "Bah! It's a dead end!"
Webby (looking back, scared): "What do we do now?"
Scrooge (determined, stepping in front of her protectively): "Stay behind me, lass. I'll not let anything happen to ye. Not while I'm breathin'."
Webby stumbled slightly as he moved her back, her heart racing. She looked up at Scrooge, seeing the fierce determination in his eyes-the same look she'd seen during their most dangerous adventures, but this time it felt different. This time, he wasn't just protecting her as a partner in adventure-he was protecting her as family.
Webby (whispering, touched): "Dad..."
Her voice was soft, almost inaudible over the sounds of the birds circling above, but Scrooge heard it. He glanced down at her for the briefest moment, his expression softening as he saw the admiration and trust in her eyes.
The birds were almost upon them, their vibrant plumage shimmering ominously as they descended with razor-sharp beaks and talons poised to strike. Scrooge stood tall, his cane at the ready, determined to fend them off. Just as the first harrier dove in for the kill, a powerful kick sent the bird spiraling into a tree with a loud thud.
Scrooge (in shock): "Della Duck!"
Della (grinning, cracking her knuckles): "Uncle Scrooge! Hope you didn't start the fun without me!"
In the blink of an eye, Della leaped into the fray, kicking away more harriers with incredible speed. Her prosthetic leg flashed as she fought with unmatched skill and precision, knocking one bird after another out of the sky.
Before Scrooge could even catch his breath, the rest of the family burst out from the trees like a well-timed cavalry.
Donald, wielding a large stick, was already in a frenzy, his voice rising in that familiar incomprehensible squawk as he swung wildly at the oncoming harriers.
Donald (yelling, flailing his stick): "You picked the wrong family to mess with!"
Daisy also picked up a branch and joined him, determined to defend her family.
Della (fighting off more birds, smirking): "Back off, you colorful, feathery nightmares! I don't care how pretty you are, you're not messing with my family!"
The harriers screeched in retaliation, but the ducks fought back harder. May and June, swift as shadows, dodged the birds with graceful ease, using their agility to confuse and outmaneuver them. They moved in sync, teaming up with Webby, who had regained her strength and was ready to fight.
May (grinning as she evades an attack): "Let's show these birds who's boss!"
June (dodging a harrier): "Bet you can't catch us!"
Meanwhile, Launchpad charged in, swinging a large tree branch with wild enthusiasm. Though his aim was questionable at best, his chaotic movements kept the birds distracted.
Launchpad (gleeful): "I've crashed a lot of planes, but this? This is a whole new kind of adventure!"
Dewey zipped through the battlefield, weaving between birds, too fast for them to catch.
Dewey (shouting): "I'm a blur, baby! You can't even see me!"
Louie, ever resourceful and trying to avoid direct confrontation, took cover behind a fallen log, chucking rocks at the birds from a safe distance.
Louie (smirking): "I'll let you guys handle the dangerous part. I'm good right here."
Huey, standing at the center of the group, took charge with the calm, strategic thinking of a true Junior Woodchuck.
Huey (shouting over the chaos): "Focus your attacks! Don't let them swarm us! One at a time!"
Scrooge, now back on his feet, swung his cane with renewed vigor, taking down two birds with a single strike. The family's coordinated efforts were finally turning the tide. The screeches of the harriers echoed through the jungle as they circled in confusion, unsure how to break through the ducks' unified defense.
Webby (yelling with excitement): "We're doing it! They're retreating!"
One by one, the Luranta Harriers began to falter, their relentless advance slowing as they realized they were outmatched. With final screeches of defeat, the birds veered off, retreating back into the dense jungle. Their colorful forms disappeared into the treetops, leaving the clearing eerily quiet once more.
Della (proudly looking at everyone): "Now that's what I call a family reunion!"
Donald (panting, hands on his knees): "I'm too old for this."
The family stood victorious, catching their breath as they looked around at one another, their exhaustion quickly replaced by a sense of pride and triumph.
Della : "Alright, family... let's get out of here before those birds decide to regroup."
Webby (smiling, catching her breath): "Thanks for saving us. Again."
Just as they were about to head back, the ground beneath them began to tremble violently.
Scrooge (wide-eyed): "Curse me kilt, what now?!"
The earth shook harder, cracks forming in the ground underfoot. Rocks tumbled from the cliffs, and the air was filled with the unsettling groans of shifting earth.
Della (scanning the horizon, voice sharp with urgency): "Everyone, to the Cloudslayer! Move, move!"
Webby struggled to keep her footing as the violent tremors knocked her off balance.
Webby (trying to pull out the journal): "According to the journal, the island might be—"
Scrooge (grabbing her arm, cutting her off): "Not now, lass! If the island's collapsin', we'll figure it out later! Just run and watch yer step!"
The family raced through the crumbling jungle, dodging falling trees and leaping over cracks in the ground. Donald waved them forward, panic in his eyes as the island seemed to fall apart around them. Trees tilted dangerously, sinking into the earth like quicksand.
Huey: "I have tons of question right now."
Dewey (running ahead): "I'm not going down with this island!"
Louie (panting, trying to keep up): "I've had enough adventure for today!"
Scrooge ushered Webby ahead, both of them staggering as the ground buckled beneath their feet.
Scrooge (yelling): "Faster! We're almost there!"
As they neared the Cloudslayer, Launchpad was already at the controls, frantically trying to power up the engines.
The island was disintegrating behind them, the shore crumbling into the sea. With one final leap, the last of the family clambered aboard the Cloudslayer, just as Launchpad cranked the engine to life.
The Cloudslayer, lurched forward, gliding across the water. Behind them, the island continued to collapse into the sea, the jungle swallowed by waves as though it had never existed.
Webby (catching her breath, eyes wide): "That… was too close."
Ending:
Inside the Cloudslayer, the family sat exhausted but safe, the soft hum of the engine and the gentle sway of the plane contrasting with the chaos they'd just escaped. Donald's houseboat, towed by the Cloudslayer, moving gently behind them. The sky was turning a brilliant shade of orange as the sun dipped toward the horizon.
Webby (catching her breath, still flipping through the journal): "According to the journal, the island disappears a few hours after being summoned... and, well, it's gone now."
Huey, ever the curious one, immediately perked up, his mind whirring with questions.
Huey: "Wait, summoned? You summoned the island? How did this happen? And where did you even get the journal?"
Scrooge leaned back, still catching his breath, but waved a hand to calm Huey's storm of inquiries.
Scrooge: "Easy, lad. A friend gave me the journal, and Webby found a spell inside—said it could summon the island."
Webby (excitedly): "It's like Isabella Finch's journal... only with more magic!"
Huey blinked, his brain trying to process the new information.
Huey: "Magic islands? I'm gonna need a minute to wrap my head around this."
Dewey, always one to cut to the chase, approached Scrooge with a frown.
Dewey: "So let me get this straight—you guys spent the whole day on an amazing, terrifying magical island... without us?"
Scrooge (grinning): "Aye, but I did invite you three this morning! Ye were too wrapped up in that video graphical contraption to notice."
Dewey (looking sheepish): "Oh… uh... whoops."
Louie, intrigued, chimed in with his own question.
Louie: "How'd you two even get there in the first place?"
Scrooge: "We rented a boat at the harbor."
Louie (raising an eyebrow): "Then… why aren't you still on the boat?"
At that moment, both Scrooge and Webby turned toward the window and saw the last remnants of the island collapsing into the sea. And right there, slowly being pulled beneath the waves... was the boat they had rented.
Scrooge and Webby exchanged glances, both realizing what had just happened.
Webby (sighing): "Well… I guess we're not getting our deposit back."
Scrooge (groaning): "Great sack of potatoes."
Donald approached Scrooge with a smirk.
Donald: "Looks like you had quite the adventure."
Scrooge (grinning): "Aye, we did."
Donald (teasing): "Well, I'm sure it wasn't as exciting as a trip around the world."
Scrooge (playfully): "Oh, come now, Donald. Spendin' a day on a mystical island beats floatin' around on a boat for months any day."
Donald (huffing, annoyed): "Hey, I almost died in a storm!"
Scrooge (raising his voice): "And I nearly got eaten by a pack of birds!"
The two glared at each other for a moment, the tension rising—until both broke into laughter.
Donald: "Ah, it's good to be back."
Scrooge (smiling, pulling him into a hug): "Welcome home, lad."
As the sun set behind them, the family shared a moment of quiet reflection. The island may have vanished, but the adventure—and the memories—were theirs to keep.