The twins mutually grumbled - couldn't these cronies at least pretend their were intimated? The Spells were supposed to be superior! At least a little whispering or shaking would do!

Poe let out a heavy sigh, hoping their ancestors wouldn't be angry at all these invaders, while Magica headed towards Scrooge with the first stack of papers. "Here's an itemized list of what we'll need going forward. It's numbered by most important to least." And it was reasonable, for the most part. On the 'least important' side is where things got a bit silly, at least as far as the twins agreed on.

Sure, they'd like new wardrobes and shoes and such, but they weren't dying without them.