"Finally!" Yes, enthusiasm sounds different. "Ye're nah better than mah good-for-nothing nephew!" By the good-for-nothing nephew, Scrooge McDuck indeed refers to his nephew, Donald Fauntleroy Duck. By "no better" he means neither a relative nor a stranger. Launchpad McQuack, the best and worst pilot ever. "Late again!"
"By two minutes," grumbles Launchpad, rolling his eyes.
"Time is money," says the supposedly richest duck in the world firmly.
Launchpad says nothing more. He doesn't like to argue. In this respect, he is clearly different from Donald. He is also late, but only half a minute, and is already ready to start polishing coins.

Launchpad sets off for his workplace. To take care of repairing the plane. Despite having crashed so many times, both pilot and plane are still safe and sound. The pelican has a few fans too.
"Hi, Quack."
"Ah, kids."
Huey, Dewey and Louie, of course. Always ready for adventures.
"Is something special going on?" asks Huey, the one with the red cap.
"Not yet," says Launchpad , shrugging his shoulders. My plane has to be ready to take off soon.
"It's a really cool thing," admits Dewey. "You can be proud of yourself."
"Well," Launchpad smiles modestly. "I got here thanks to my parents. It was a tough school, my father was always pretty strict and even now he still doesn't seem to be happy with me."
Louie laughs. "Well, of course your old man has every right to be disappointed if you keep crashing."
Launchpad has to laugh too. "Well, I didn't hear that. I'm still in one piece."
"You seem to be invulnerable somehow," admits Huey. "But now, brothers, we should let him work in peace."

Later, Launchpoad has a break that isn't actually allowed, but if you forget to have your morning break... maybe you have to go now. "Oops! Excuse me!"
"Typical men, well." The voice comes from a lady. An older one.
"Oh, hello, Ms. Beakley."
Bentina smiles. "Ah, Launchpad McQuack. You know, even at sixty, I'm still as busy as you."
Launchpad laughs. "I know that from my parents. They're only in their late 50s, but well, even if math gives me a headache, even I know that it's not far off."
"As my grandma always said, nobody gets any younger," Bentina giggles. "No, the reason I'm so busy is because everything here has to be in order. As you can see, your boss has an eye for money, but not for order."
"I can understand that."
"Not me! The villa can't look as if a tornado occured!"
Launchpad grins. "Stop it! You sound like my mother!"
"Your mother is absolutely right," Bentina insists, but she also laughs. "I'm not like that. How's your work going at the moment?"
"Everything's as usual," Launchpad shrugs his shoulders. "A lot of work, but at least it's worth it."
"Yes, I know, your airplane," Bentina replies. "Oh yes, Webby has a thing for that too."
"A six-year-old girl?" says Launchpad, surprised. "That's impossible, she only plays with her dolls. I know her."
"Thank God yes," Bentina sighs, "but the boys played baseball with her last weekend. She's getting bigger and bigger, she's already in first grade. She writes and reads very well." "I don't see it as that dramatic," grins Launchpad, "but doing math would kill me. Chickenpox isn't a nice thing, but when I had it for a week and missed two math tests, I been so thankful to the Lord thaz you wouldn't believe it!"
"You're long past school," laughs Bentina.
"Not as long as you, I hope," replies Launchpad.

Then he spots a picture when he squints into Bentina's room.
The picture shows a young woman with blonde hair. She's smiling.
"Do you know her?" asks Launchpad.
Bentina is not laughing anymore, but starts look sad.
"Yes, that was Wilma. She was my daughter. The daughter I had with William Vanderquack. Unfortunately, we didn't get married, therefore she took his last name while I kept mine. Unlike my younger sister Priscilla, who went on to become a Duck and went on to have five children, with Daisy being the youngest."
Launchpad looks at the picture. Hmm, something looks familiar. Think, think about something... no, too much for the brain!
Now he looks at Bentina again. "You said she WAS your daughter..."
Bentina's eyes get wet. "Yes, but it was six years ago, almost seven..."
Launchpad puts his hand on her shoulder. "Do you have any other children?"
Bentina shakes her head silently.
"You have Webby as your granddaughter," nods the pilot. "I have to say how well the little one is with animals, no fear... I'm not that scared either, as long as I don't have to think too much, but still, at that age, as a girl... respect. But who..."

He is interrupted.
"Launchpad McQuack, where are you!? I'll shorten yer wages for yer damn laziness!"
Uh oh!
While Launchpad is rushing back, he asks Bentina one last question:
"How's Webby in maths?"