DrakePad/Dimeshipping - The story of bullheads and idiots

[scrooge_mcduck108]

Scrooge rubbed his temples. As the first citizen of Duckburg he was obliged to represent their town at the great world exhibition which would be held in St Canard.

What that would cost again. And just when Donald and the children were on holiday. He needed help and one that cost as little as possible.

Lost in thought, he paced up and down the money bin. In his hand he played with his dime, thata helped him to think.

Outside, an aeroplane was flying along in the sky, and suddenly Scrooge had an intuition. It was time to pay his respects to an old friend. Especially as the latter was now residing in St. Canard under dubious circumstances.

He resolutely picked up the phone. Good thing Launchpad had given him the number of this Drake Mallard guy, where he now lived.

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[momonoki]

Magica dropped the plate she was holding in her surprise. It was him, in the flesh! Her pulse picked up, racing in her ears. Her body tensed at the mere sight of him. It didn't matter if she had seen him once or a thousand times, each time her body had this intense reaction. Instinctively her feathers fluffed a bit, she was ready for a good...fight. She felt herself start to sweat.

But no! Even though she longed to dive over the table at him (to get his dime, of course), she smoothed her hair, as if she didn't have a care in the world.

"Oh, hello, Scroogey..." she murmured, half-mockingly through half-lidded eyes. She leaned over the table towards him, with confidence, but under the table, her legs were shaking with a strange nervousness. "Fancy some pie?" She said, twirling her hair, knowing this old miser wouldn't shell out a penny. But if she played her cards right, maybe he'd part with a DIME...