Magica continued to cackle, enjoying every smash, every thrust, every swing, almost drooling in glee. Maybe she could have Donald destroy all the other pieces of Scrooge's treasure... gods, she might just pass out from such a wonderful image.

Even when Donald had tossed away the mallet, the deed done, her body was overloading. Suddenly, she threw herself at him, grabbing him by arm and forcing a hard, passionate kiss onto him. Her body trembled, close to dripping with desire.