Poe's eyes were so wide and open they almost fell right out of his sockets.

Scrooge was saying these big, gigantic numbers as casually as if he was describing the weather.

And that fool of a mayor - who, if not the murderer of the Spell parents, was likely related to the ones who did the deed - cost the entire land all those big, gigantic numbers.

Poe tugged at his collar, suddenly feeling quite warm. Here he thought he had to protect Magica from Scrooge, but maybe he needed the protection... woof.

"... You sound like you could be the richest man on earth."