Pip Pirrup didn't remember how he got here. One moment, he was in the streets of South Park, and the next, he was standing before an enormous, grandiose mansion. His last memory was... well, that was rather foggy. He had vague recollections of a tragic accident, a flash of darkness, and then waking up again, feeling oddly refreshed yet unnerved. He shivered as the cold breeze rustled his tattered Victorian-era clothes.

"Oh dear," he murmured, gazing up at the iron gates of the massive estate. "This place certainly doesn't look like South Park."

Unbeknownst to Pip, he had been resurrected by the dark sorcery of Magica De Spell, a witch with her own motives. But she had brought him back and left him to wander without even knowing why or how. He was alone, and in his confusion, he had stumbled upon the towering residence before him.

The mansion's golden nameplate was engraved with the words McDuck Manor, though Pip took no notice. He was too focused on the peculiar architecture, which looked both ancient and modern at the same time. With no other options in sight, he pushed open the creaky front gate and approached the grand doors. Before he could even knock, a voice rang out.

"Who goes there?!"

Pip turned, startled, and saw a young girl standing atop a tree branch near the entrance. She had wild blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, and—most alarmingly—she was part bird. Feathery arms, a beak, and a pair of webbed feet peeking from beneath her boots.

Pip blinked. "Oh dear," he said again. "You're... avian."

The girl flipped off the tree and landed before him in a battle-ready stance. "That's Webby Vanderquack to you, suspicious Victorian ghost boy!" she declared, pointing dramatically. "Who are you, and what are you doing at McDuck Manor? Are you a spy? A Beagle Boy in disguise?"

"A spy? Good heavens, no! I am simply a lost young gentleman in need of assistance," Pip explained, adjusting his tattered collar. "My name is Pip Pirrup, and I seem to have misplaced... well, everything."

Webby narrowed her eyes. "Wait a minute. You look old-timey, like something out of an ancient cursed painting." She gasped. "Are you a zombie?!"

"A zombie? Preposterous!" Pip scoffed. "Why, I—" He paused. Actually... now that he thought about it, he didn't quite remember how he got here. Or how long it had been since his last proper meal. Or why the world around him looked just a tad too modern. He reached up and patted his own face, pale and slightly cold to the touch.

"Oh dear," he muttered for a third time.

Webby, meanwhile, was vibrating with excitement. "Oh my gosh, I have never met a real zombie before! This is so cool! Can you, like, pop your limbs off? Do you crave brains? Are you cursed with eternal unrest?!"

"I... I'm afraid I don't know?" Pip said, growing increasingly distressed. "I simply woke up, and then I was here. But, er, if I am indeed some kind of reanimated cadaver, I should like very much to understand why."

Webby tapped her chin. "Hmmm. Mysterious, undead British kid shows up out of nowhere... Sounds like the work of dark magic! I bet this is some Magica De Spell business!"

Pip frowned. "Magica De who?"

"Super evil sorceress, loves cursing people, has a thing for gold," Webby explained. "Ooooh, this is such a good mystery! Come on, Pip, we're gonna figure this out!"

Before Pip could protest, Webby grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the manor.

"Wait, where are we going?!" he exclaimed.

"To see Scrooge McDuck, of course!" Webby beamed. "If anyone knows how to deal with magical weirdness, it's him!"

And so, Pip Pirrup, confused, possibly undead, and utterly out of place, found himself swept up in a brand new adventure in a world unlike any he had ever known.