Webby practically dragged Pip into the grand halls of McDuck Manor, her enthusiasm never wavering. Pip, meanwhile, was still struggling to comprehend the fact that he had possibly been raised from the dead by an unknown dark sorceress.

"Scrooge! Scrooge! You're not gonna believe this!" Webby announced as she stormed into the study. Pip barely had time to register the room before he found himself standing before an elderly duck with sharp eyes, a red coat, and a cane. This could only be Scrooge McDuck.

The old billionaire raised an eyebrow. "This better be important, Webbigail. I was in the middle of counting my—" He froze when he saw Pip. His expression shifted, studying Pip's old-fashioned attire, his pale complexion, and the way he looked both lost and haunted. "… Och, I see what ye mean."

Pip offered an awkward bow. "Good day, sir. My name is Pip Pirrup. I appear to have been… brought back to life by this Magica De Spell woman."

At the mention of the name, Scrooge immediately frowned. "Magica? That no-good sorceress? Lad, if she brought you back, then there's gotta be a catch!"

"A catch?" Pip echoed, alarmed.

"Aye! Every scheme she hatches is meant to steal my Number One Dime!" Scrooge slammed his cane against the floor for emphasis. "I'd wager she's got some plan that involves using ye!"

Pip's face paled further. "I-I wouldn't dream of thievery, sir! I was raised to be a gentleman!"

Webby nodded. "Yeah! Pip's cool! But… what if Magica put some weird magic in him that makes him steal the dime without realizing it?"

Scrooge's eyes narrowed. "Only one way to be sure. We keep a close eye on him."

At that moment, Pip felt suffocated. He needed air. "I-I should like to step outside for a moment," he stammered, bowing politely before dashing out the front door.

As he stepped outside, he expected the chilling winds of South Park. Instead, he was met with bustling streets, duck people, anthropomorphic animals, and a very, very different cityscape.

"… Where am I?" Pip whispered.

Unknowingly, he wandered straight into a yellow-colored town with an oddly familiar-looking school…

Meanwhile, in the town of Quahog, the evening news played on living room televisions across the city. Tom Tucker, the ever-dedicated news anchor, sat at the desk, his thick mustache gleaming under the studio lights.

"Breaking news! In what can only be described as the most bizarre event of the century, former Quahog mayor Adam West, who was believed to be deceased, has been spotted very much alive. Could this be a hoax? A zombie invasion? Or simply Florida magic? We'll keep you updated."

Watching the broadcast, Violet Sabrewing, one of Webby's close friends, frowned. "That's weird," she muttered, rewinding the footage on her phone. The old man on the screen did seem familiar… but why?

Her friend, Lena, looked up from her book. "Weird. Didn't that guy die years ago?"

"Yes, and yet, here he is. Resurrected, it would seem." Violet furrowed her brow. "Perhaps by unnatural means."

As she left for school, her thoughts lingered on the broadcast. Who was this resurrected man? And why did something about him feel… oddly familiar?

Upon arriving at Springfield Elementary, Violet noticed a new student standing awkwardly in the hallway.

It was Pip Pirrup.

The moment their eyes met, Violet felt something strange—like she knew him, yet she didn't. She approached cautiously. "You're not from around here, are you?"

Pip blinked. "Indeed not, madam. I seem to have… lost my way."

Violet studied him. "You feel… out of place. Like you belong to a different time."

Pip gave a dry chuckle. "That does seem to be a recurring theme as of late."

Before Violet could press further, the school bell rang, signaling the start of class. But she had a sinking feeling that Pip's sudden arrival, her strange connection to the resurrected Mayor West, and the dark magic behind it all… were somehow intertwined.

And she was determined to uncover the truth.