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happilyeverbeginning2020-11-09 06:26 pm
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DrakePad/Dimeshipping - The story of bullheads and idiots
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.
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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She sighed happily in relief. Maybe now she could focus on her mission: get Scroogey alone...so she could get his dime, of course. She was a witch on a mission, after all.
But then she was lost in his eyes as he smiled at her, telling her to save him a piece of pie, and she was startled when he said he'd even PAY for it. This was something truly amazing! Her heart was thudding. Could he be serious? M-maybe she could leave the dime snatching for another day, maybe? If we could just stay like this, for a little longer...
As soon as this wistful thought entered her mind, he was heading off after the other two. Why is there always this coming and going? She felt a flash of indignation. You know what? I'm going to follow them too! No reason why this witch shouldn't tag along.
With a snap of her fingers, her shop folded in on itself, and with a shimmering flash of sparkles, fit neatly inside her purse. A slice of pie remained. "FREE PIE!" She exclaimed, paying attention to only a certain rich Scottish duck's tail feathers disappearing into the crowd, and without looking, quickly thrust it into a passerby's chest, getting them splattered with apple and cinnamon. Darting here and there, hiding behind strangers, banners and other obstacles, she tracked him (and the dime) like a hound.