I should have told you from the beginning. Good or bad, we're all in this together. [grabs the note] Well, I guess we're all starting from scratch.
Wait. Did you rub a pencil over this?
Have I taught you nothing? Junior Woodchuck Rule 217, rub all documents with a pencil.
[rubs the note with a pencil to reveal a strange design]
[gasp] The Spear of Selene! Now we know what it looks like!
LouieIs that a date circled?
April 15th, 20- guys, this is the week we were born!
[as Dewey goes outside the plane to get the piece of paper]
[through the radio] Dewey, this is crazy! The mystery's not worth it!
Louie
[through the radio] I get it, but you can't give up the rest of us to find the one person we lost!
[through the radio] Dewey! The Darkwing Duck video is still running! Do you want me to pause it until you get back?
[through the radio] Give me that. Dewey, our family is amazing! We're enough! Let it go!
[after Scrooge tells them how their mother vanished]
[angry] Cool... so you're the reason our mom is gone!
[shocked] What? No! I..I--
[the plane begins to lean forward] Um, guys?
You built her a crazy dangerous super rocket!
Then you encouraged her to keep flying through a cosmic storm? You could have called her down, there were too many variables!
Now boys, you don't know....
Louie
And you're the richest duck in the world! Why didn't you send up more ships to look for her?
[growing frustrated] I spared no expense!
[coldly] Yeah, right. Cheap old Scrooge probably bailed as soon as it put a dent in his money bin.
[the plane leans further] Um, guys?
Take it easy Dewey, he may have a point. Even if gifting an experimental rocket to a mother of three was clearly a terrible idea!
This is a family matter! You are not family!
See here, McDuck. You will not speak to my granddaughter that way.
You will not speak to me that way! None of you! After everything I do for you, you're all nothing but trouble!
[as Scrooge remembers his efforts to find Della after her accident, as well as everyone's accusations after he told them]
Louie
...you're the richest duck in the world! Why didn't you send up more ships to look for her?
Then you encouraged her to keep flying through a cosmic storm? ... You'd could have called her down, there were too many variables!
...so you're the reason our mom is gone! ... Cheap old Scrooge probably bailed as soon as it put a dent in his money bin
Well, you've successfully pushed your family and everyone who cared about you away... again. I hope you're happy.
[presenting the boys with pie] Apple shortbread pie, with a scoop of sea salt ice cream. A common farewell dessert in certain parts.
[takes the pie away] Oh, I'm so sorry. This was Scrooge's favorite dessert. I don't want to remind you of that horrid man who lost your mother all those years ago, even if it was an accident that tore him up for ten years, propelling him into a desperate search attempt that left him broken, and nearly bankrupt.
Louie
Wait, bankrupt? Really?
But I understand. You're upset because you lost one family member, which was terrible and painful, so you decided you should go ahead and lose another. Brilliant. Makes perfect rational sense.
[angry] Yeah. Nailed it, Mrs. B.
Yes. Distance yourself even further from his life and forsake family altogether. That will definitely fix it.
No! It'll do the opposite of that!
Perhaps it's worth considering that the reason Scrooge closed himself off was because the loss of Della was the hardest thing he'd ever faced. Harder than any adventure. It's not that he didn't care, it's that he cared about family more than anything in the world. And perhaps he still does. But I'm just the housekeeper. What do I know?
A LOT! THIS LADY KNOWS A LOT!
Everybody listen up! [unintelligible jabbering]
Did anyone get any of that?
It's mostly just context clues.
Louie
We get like every third word.
Nope. Completely unintelligible.
I'LL SHOW YOU UNINTELLIGIBLE!!!
[after Magica destroys a mirror in the Bin]
Louie
Oh, no! You broke the Mirror of Tyche!
Louie
Ancient artifact? Terrible curse if you break it?
I've never heard of it, and I am versed in all magics. Gaelic, Demogorgan, Sumerian!
Louie
Sumerian? You were in that dime a long time. Well, good luck with the curse.
Louie
Grave misfortune, increased gullibility, a swift kick in the ribs.
A what? [Webby kicks her] My ribs!
Louie
I thought life with a treasure hunter would be way more treasure, and way less hunting.
Isn't it great?! Charting the unknown, following in the family tradition of adventure! [holding a family portrait of Donald, Scrooge, and Della]
Louie
You remember Mom got lost in space, right?
Well, yeah. But she went solo without any help. We're a fine-tuned action machine! I'm the brains, Webby's the fist, Dewey's the devil-may-care guts, you... are there too! Plus, it's earned me the rank of Senior Junior Woodchuck. Two stripes! Look, I'm sure you'll get time off after we find this treasure. Unless this treasure is cursed, and dispelling the curse leads to a whole other adventure, and so on, forever, let's go!
Louie
Fine. Hey, maybe when we get back, you can earn that sewing badge.
[laughs] Please, I earned my sewing badge ages ago. Come on, I mean-
Louie
Then how did this guy come loose?
[looks at the second stripe loose on the left sleeve; horrified] That's impossible.
Louie
Oh, you must be more tired than you realized. You're slipping.
I never would've used a slip stitch. That is amateur hour! All this constant adventuring must have torn it apart!
Louie
[gets an idea] Uncle Scrooge! All this constant adventuring is tearing us apart!
There's no better bonding experience than a high-stakes, death-defying adventure.
Louie
What about a quiet movie night in? Oh, or make-your-own-pizza night? Ooh, how about game night?
[obvious Hidden excitement in his expression] ..... Game night?
Do you know how I made my fortune?
Louie
Yes. By being tougher than the toughies, and smarter than the smarties.
And sharper than the sharpies. People don't know about that one. The ability to read a situation and see all the shortcuts and the possibilities. Your mother could do it. So can you.
Louie
I can?
I should have seen it, the way you were picking apart those adventures earlier. The "whoa," the "wait, what," the "aah." If you apply that gift, you might be a bigger billionaire than I am one day. [gives Louie the idol] Here. It's not a Number One Dime, but it's a start.
[translating the Drosera occidendum's inscription in English] "Long ago, an invading force let a bloody massacre that left the town empty. From the wreckage, a single flower grew, proving that no matter how terrible a tragedy, life will always find a way to bloom anew. Now, the town celebrates this triumph every year." Or something like that. My Portuguese is a little enferrujado.
Webby, get out of the way, you're ruining my shot with your story!
My story provides context for your photo!
Of course. This is a moment of a cultural significance. Louie, get a full-body shot. Hit it.
Louie
Okay, now look thoughtful. No, not confused. Oh, okay, don't move. That's the stuff!
Louie
Nope, gross. Old people romance, bleh.
We weren't old back then.
Louie
It's impossible to picture you young.
Goldie was and remains a pain in my pen feathers. No romance there.
Louie
So there's no getting mushy, no kissing, no hand holding?
Well… [cut back to the past, where Scrooge and Goldie are wrestling each other holding hands] You coffee-boiling bunkle artist!
You hard-cased old croaker!
MMarshal
Oh, good! You two know each other! I want to remind y'all once more that the town hall meeting is tomorrow. Um, farewell?
You're encroaching on my pay dirt!
How do you know I didn't find the claim first and you're stealing from me?!
No. I followed you here to steal your gold. But the fact that you didn't think the opposite is hurtful, Scroogie.
Gah! Take a right, Goldie! I've had enough of your babbling bazo.
[Back to the present]
Louie
Whoa. Can we cut back on the old prospector slang a bit?
[Back to the past]
Get lost, dude! You're killing my vibe, man!
Louie
[voice-over] Nope, uh-uh. That's worse. Just go on.
I'm not going anywhere, ya tightwad!
Then you'll have to race me to the motherlode, 'cause I'm working day and night until I find that gold! [Goldie throws a pickax, which hits his foot] Gah, OW!
You'll need that, hon, 'cause I just bought out all the town's dynamite.
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