Drake felt a cold drop of sweat roll down his back when he heard the voice. S-scrooge McDuck?! As in, the richest duck in the world? He involuntarily stood up straighter, even though McDuck couldn't see him. He looked around him warily. At least he didn't THINK the old rich codger could see him, but what with drones and other things like that, he couldn't be sure...

He was about to state his name, but McDuck said it for him, and immediately asked for Launchpad. Drake narrowed his eyes. Why in the hell would he want to talk to that big lug?

"S-sure..." he said simply, and called over his shoulder at Launchpad. LP was awake by now, rubbing his eyes. Drake frowned as he handed him the phone, and stood there expectantly, tapping his foot. He didn't need to give LP any privacy on the phone, since this was HIS house, after all.