The moment Donald set to work, Magica let out the loudest, wickedest cackle she had ever made in her entire life. This - this was pure, unfathomable pleasure! The desire to hurt Scrooge still stayed in her black heart, and now it was mixed in with her obsession with Donald, creating an unholy mixture.

"How beautiful!" She squealed, watching as the pieces fell. "Scrooge's own hard-earned glory, destroyed by his own flesh and blood! I almost wish he was here to see this... his past, ruined by his future! All for my happiness! Because Donald chose me over you!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!"