Quackerjack's blog: "Fools Gold Rush In"

RP: Fools Gold Rush In
Published by: QuackerJack on 5th Mar 2015 | View all blogs by QuackerJack
(OOC: Kinda thinking about a role-play with QuackerJack going some DuckTales episode-like adventure with a villain thrown in the mix. ^^ Open to DWD/DT characters. Note me first when/if you want to join~!)

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It took QuackerJack weeks to finally get rid of the nasty smell Darkwing had placed on him back at the Whiffle Boy movie premiere, and when he did, he was up and at 'em for another crime. With several of the remaining robots back with him and doing some handy disassembling to work out a few kinks in their tricks of the trade, QJ realized it was time to think big... bigger than big! He couldn't possibly want to try another St. Canard caper again, not while Darkwing Duck was still on the scene-- there had to be someone else he could loot and plunder with ease, someone more... susceptible to this kind of crime.

No ideas sprang up into mind, as most of the places were well-armed in case of security issues. QJ scratched his noggin. But then, he realized Duckburg had its fair share of goons too - the kind of boys who looked for some action and escaped jail frequently. If he could just recruit a few and make Duckburg his next new haunt, wouldn't it be great?

"Scrooge's got all that gold stored up, doesn't he Mr. Banana Brain?" the toymaker mused, leaning over and seeing his little companion positioned contently against his working desk. "Ooooh, the wheels in my head are turning-- I want to try, I want to try and be one of the first fools to try and break in! Why not, I can dream big, can't I?"

The thought of him getting away with stealing Scrooge's lucky dime flooded him all night, and day too, and now he was obsessed with the idea of getting it. But first-- someone needed to be interested in joining in on the chaos! He sent out a call to any folks he knew, indiscreetly.

March 14

As the Beagle Boys, Magica De Spell, and the Black Knight could attest, Scrooge McDuck was not an easy person to rob. The reinforced coal bin on Killmotor Hill had more booby traps than a video game. McDuck Manor, although it had plenty of antique and artwork to plunder, was only lightly guarded in comparison, but it still had its share of security flood lamps, laser sensors, tripwires, and a high end alarm system. The Manor was also situated on an open hill in a populated neighborhood with very little cover for potential burglars to hide behind. It would take a bit of effort to rob it during the night, however the alarms were turned off during the day when the family was home. Anyone could walk up to the door during the day. The main trick was getting past Scrooge's staff and family.

Normally Scrooge's butler, Duckworth, would dissuade any riffraff from entering the gate at the foot of the hill, or coming into the manor itself but today Duckworth was distracted. It was Webbigail Vanderquack's birthday, and both Webby's grandmother and Duckworth were busy decorating the dining room with streamers, ribbons, balloons, and making a cake for her.

The triplets were visiting with their Uncle Donald for the weekend but they were planning on coming over later with their friends Doofus Drake, Launchpad McQuack, and a few other people. Scrooge himself was still at his money bin but he would be on his way home soon. He was planning on stopping to pick up whatever he could find that was cheap and looked like something Webby might like.

Scrooge himself was on his way home from his money bin. He had walked to walk today and he was planning on going through the park to a toy store and a candy store to see if he could find something cheap that might appeal to Webby.

by QuackerJack 3 mins ago
QJ entered Duckburg in a van carrying a modified imageis silly face plastered on the sides. It bore an appearance of a clown service that offered 24/7 giggles to all around- in fact, such was the name of his so-called 'business' - 'IGGLE' - offering anyone looking to feel lucky with family entertainment for all ages! The van zipped around turn after turn in the street, blaring a horn that could be best described as a cacophony of madness.

It was by chance that the toymaker disguised as a clown ran into Scrooge, although maybe not on the classiest of introductions: the van sped past him, only to turn around and almost park at the local park just close enough to be near the rich duck. QJ honked his horn and spilled outside of the back of the van, unloading everythinhg from balloons, party decor, fuzzy bears, confetti, to name a few.

If he could capture the attention of Scrooge and work his way inside, QJ was only scratching the surface of the biggest heist job he could ever try and pull off...!

"Hello, hello, HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!" he laughed in song, waving to all the children nearby. "Iiiiiiit's PARTY TIME! Come on down and give up rest, you're playing with the best! POOFY the Clown, at your serviiiiiice~! Heheheheheheeeeleeee~!"


Scrooge:


"Wak!" Scrooge jumped back and covered his ears. "Curse me kilts. A sick cow would sound more melodious than that horn!" His scowl faded a little when he saw what the "clown" was unloading from the truck. Those fuzzy bears and that flower shaped balloon looked cute and, more importantly, cheap.
"Alright. Enough with the sing-song sales pitch. How much is that balloon?" He pointed to it with his cane. That's right. He'd start with the cheapest item on the truck and haggle for a bargain.

by QuackerJack 2 mins ago
The children were starting to come faster to QJ than a crowded shopping mall on Black Friday to see Santa. "Poofy the Clown" didn't answer Scrooge just yet as he was already handing all the good boys and girls some of his hoopla confetti blasters, but when he did, he answered heartily.

"Whyyy, this one?" he said, looking at the red balloon, "Oooh, just less than a few quarters-- but you don't want THIIIIIIS one, d'ya? Wouldn't you rather have two balloons? Three? A-four? A-fiiiiive?"

"Poofy" hurried pulled out more, until there was enough to lift him slightly off the ground.

"Why not sixteen?"

Scrooge:
Scrooge backed away to avoid getting trampled and elbowed by the overly excited kids. "Och! A ‘few quarters’? I'm not paying half a dollar for one paper thin piece of plastic that will deflate in a week."

 


by QuackerJack 6 hours ago
"Awww, don't be such a-- .... erm..." Poofy paused, "...well, scrooge! Surely you can spare a few quarters! Fine, fine, have them for free then! Is there anything else you'd like?"

The crazy clown handed all sixteen balloons in a huff, and then danced a little jig. He had to be careful otherwise he was probably going to blow his cover. Pretending as if he didn't not know who he was talking to, he feigned surprise.

"Oh-wha-- wait, you ARE Scrooge! THEEE Scrooge! Well slap my knees and call me Penny-Wise, you're HIM!"

Scrooge:

"Free?" Scrooge's eyes sparkled. He automatically held the balloons when they were handed to him. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), Scrooge's money belt was enough added weight to keep him grounded. It was also rather unfortunate that Scrooge did not know who Quackerjack was referring to, otherwise he might have wondered why Poofy mentioned a spooky clown's name.
"Aye. I've never heard of you, though. What is this getup for? The circus isn't due in town for another month."Scrooge was fishing to find out if Poofy was an upstart toy salesman, a party entertainer, or if he was working for the fairground or a traveling circus. His guard was down, thanks to the magic word, but he was on the hunt for a steal, not just a bargain. If only he knew who he was talking to...

by QuackerJack 41 mins ago
"Another month?" Poofy wondered out loud. That was one bit of information he had completely overlooked, but no matter, he was quick to bounce back on his mistake. "Well, what better way to hype up their arrival with some intrigue and mystery, am I right? Hehehe!"

"Consider me one of their well-employed circus performers, sir!" he added, bowing humbly, all the while patting a good duck child beside him on the head pleasantly. "And when I'm not in the main troupe, I even do house calls! In fact when I'm done with this, I was going around to tackle someone who called me earlier in the week!"

He extended his hand to Scrooge, handing out a car-- same logo as the van was printed on it, coupled by the name - 'Poofywise the Clown! Part of the Duckling and Haley Brothers Circus Troupe! Your children entertained or your money back! Est. 1982'.
Scrooge:
"Hmm..." Scrooge studied the card. "A money back guarantee?"
The problem right there was that sweet Webby would be entertained by even the worst clown in history. She'd even try to help the clown put on a nice party. But it would be nice to surprise her with real party entertainment instead of just giving her the simple pressed flower and handmade card he had made for her. He still have some misgivings but Poofy was hitting all the right buttons.
"Do you charge by the hour or by the amount of resources you use?"


Comically, QJ rolled up a list in his pocket (actually his receipt, but he didn't show Scrooge that! Heh!) that stretched onto the floor, rolling down to Scrooge's feet.

"Wellll, there's the balloons, the party blasters, the cake, the song, the boombox, lunch break, gas money, van maintenance repair, health insurance, whizzers, bangers, the tiger costume, the puppet show, the sing-along CDs, guessing games, board games, show and telllll - maintenance fees, tickets, things like that yaddayadda blah blah blah, this that those these etcetera etcetera etceteraaaa."

He then crumpled up the long list, and with a silly grin, admitted, "Resources!"

Scrooge/
Scrooge stepped aside and eyed the list critically. Was that a receipt? He could see faint ink on the back of the paper. Poofy's list made the elderly drake's eyes spin for a moment as he listened.
"Ye cats. From the sounds of that list, you'd need a pool nearby to put out the fire. What in blazes do you need a tiger costume for? And what are whizzers and bangers? Fireworks? Pop guns? Och. That would never do for a wee lass."
He took out his antique silver pocket watch and flipped up the lid to check the time before putting it away."I've dawdled long enough. I've got a birthday party to brace for." Brace for? That doesn't sound like much fun.

"Good day, Poofy." Leaving the balloons, Scrooge spun his cane on his arm and prepared to resume his walk.


Realizing he'd just lost a potential customer, QJ was frantic-- this would never do. He'd have to come off a little less strong if he wanted to win back Scrooge's money, or even his trust! Poofy finished handing the remaining children the confetti and noisemakers before rushing off to stop Scrooge.

"Waitwaitwaitwait-- if you'd like, since you're well, y'know, Scrooge himself," he added, coming off as sincere and putting his comical side away in emotion, "Why don't I do it for free? Birthday party you say? Who's the lucky child, hehe, maybe I can set something aside to do something special for the richest-- most amazing-- most influential business duck around, hmm?"

Scrooge:
Flattery would not get very far but the magic word once again rang cash registers in Scrooge's eyes. Scrooge smiled and played it cool."Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Having the McDuck name as one of your clients and references would help boost your business..."
That's right. Let's manipulate the manipulator into thinking you're doing him a favor.
"My Darlin' Webbigail's birthday is today, so me nephews and I are putting together something nice to make her feel special."

QJ:
"D'awww," QJ said, looking sincere and probably meant it too, "Consider it done then, Mr. Scrooge! We'll give this young duck the best and most memorable birthday she'll ever remember! Heck, me just being here is memorable in itself-- good thing I bought a camera along to, g'awww-- cherish, the moment! HaHAAA!"
Poofy, that is QuackerJack, had one on hand - though he was still debating the idea of using it to photograph Scrooge's security or just for the victory photos he'd take later if he succeeded.

He slapped his knees as he chortled, wrapping one arm around ol' Scrooge in a buddy-to-buddy hug. "What're we waitin' for then? Let's get planning right away! I bet the girl's out shopping or something or in school maybe? We can plan it all now and then she'll be REALLY surprised! To know that a good ol' hearted fella like you would go through so much to melt this girl's heart! Oh, it's so fabulous!"

"My van's over there if ya need a lift, just let me know when we can get started!"

Scrooge:
Scrooge irritably brushed Poofy's arm off of him and smoothed out his forty year old broadcloth sleeve. No touchy, if you please. Only children and long time acquaintances are permitted hugging privileges unless there's an incredible bargain or treasure in hand. T
"Party planning?"
What kind of shindig do you think this is? It's just cake, a homemade banner, a few gifts, a few balloons, and maybe a noise maker and homemade party hats at most. That's if Duckworth, Mrs. Beakley, and the kids took care of most of the arrangements themselves. Scrooge didn't even consider birthdays celebration-worthy until the kids pulled on his heartstrings (and guilted him) into allowing them to have parties. But Scrooge wasn't about to tell Poofy all of that.
"My staff should have the tables set out on the lawn already. The kids had a Junior Woodchuck meeting today so they'll be home in about an hour."
Scrooge eyed the van. With all of the stuff set out, and a few children lingering in the hopes of getting more goodies, it looked like Poofy would not be able to leave for a few more minutes. Scrooge didn't have patience for standing idly around.
"Eh, I'll walk for now. I'll leave the gate open for you. It's the manor on the hill with the brick wall around the property and the golden gate."

Not real gold, of course, since that costs too much money.
"Ahaaa! Excellent call then, your highness!" Poofy/QJ serenaded his customer, bowing in front of him as if he was royalty, and made his way towards his van to finish his business with children. "This'll be a day you and your friends will never forget-- I'll put the F-N in Fun, just for U! What could possibly go wrong? HahahaHAAA!"

That being said, the clown finished his business no less than fifteen minutes later - the crowds were getting heavier and demanding Poofy did more things, an unexpected but harmless setback in QJ's plan. But on the bright side, it kept his cover nice and clean posing as the real deal. Heck, some of the parents of these little fellas even paid good money even though he only started this morning! Wow, he'd have to give this clown job another try in the future.

Whilst sitting his van once the children were finished with, QJ took a moment to contemplate his plan a bit more. Spend time with Webbigail, earn her trust as well as everyone else's, see if there was a way to get inside. Assuming no other of Scrooge's pals, or even his own worst enemies had the same thoughts, he could find something valuable to steal. The numbr one dime seemed like the best option, though certainly in all his adventures as far as he'd heard about, there could be other treasures...!

As promised, QJ/Poofy parked his van out by the lawn to see the decorations already prepared; he rolld out a cannon, stuffed himself inside, and lit the fuse... ready to surprise everyone!


Scrooge:
Scrooge didn't really appreciate being treated like royalty but he humored Poofy's gestures and enthusiasm with a smile. "I'm sure we won't forget."

How true that would be.
And so the multiplujillionaire headed on home, surprisingly reaching the gate before Poofy. He left it open as promised and headed up the long sloped driveway.
Mrs. Beakley was finishing up with the long picnic table. Duckworth carrying a tray with pitchers of lemonade and milk to the tables.
It wouldn't be long before a group of ducklings in distinctive fur hats would march up the driveway in single file with a tall, very familiar avian in the lead. Launchpad McQuack, aka Junior Woodchuck Scout leader, friend of Scrooge's family, former pilot, and current sidekick to Darkwing Duck. Luckily Launchpad was too busy being a good leader to notice the odd van parked on the lawn.
QJ:
Webbigail hadn't appeared yet, which gave QJ/Poofy time to mingle with the crowd to try to win their affection. Carrying a box of cake in one hand, balloons in the other, the toymaker looked for the best place to set up the cake. Before he could do that though, Launchpad happened to be in his way - along with the nefarious infamous nephews of Scrooge alongside him.

"Hey hey hey!" cheered 'Poofywise', "Don't I know you from somewhere? Did it take you long to fly here because if you haaaaave, I bet your arms must be reaaally tired!"
QuackerJack did his best to try and make his voice less distinct than what LP might be familiar with, especially since he'd met him before as the caped crusader's partner. This couldn't be good - if his disguise was shot, this could be the end of his little burglary attempt as he knew it! He could only hope the pilot's naivety extended also into pure buffoonery.

"Oh, now I remember!" he said, giggling at Launchpad, "You made the news as Best Stunt Double Pilot of the Year! Or something reasonably close, right?"

QJ paid little attention to the nephews as there wasn't much to say, but he'd keep an eye on them too.

Scrooge:
"Huh?" Launchpad stared blankly for a moment before Poofy's joke and his statement sank in. "Hehe. Oh yeah. I, ahem, have the record for the most stunts survived. I blew in on the breeze to be with my little buddies here. Can't let these little spring peepers here have a birthday cake without me! Hehehe."The pilot dismissed the curious kids and craned to admire the cake Poofy had placed on the table.
"Speaking of cake, that doesn't look like one of Mrs. B's or Duckworth's. Did Mr. McDee order one?" He looked and sounded surprised.
"Launchpad!" Scrooge marched up to the duo after greeting the kids and sending them inside to change out of their Woodchuck Guide attire. "I expected you here five minutes ago. What took ye so long?"
"Well we woulda been here sooner, but we had to help a cat out of a tree." Launchpad explained sheepishly.
'Poofy' gleamed at Launchpad, nodding excitedly. "Ooh, you betcha he did! He spared no expense to give you guys one heck of a fun time for everybody-- you, you, and you two. You three. Er, four, whatever." Each time he said 'you' he nodded to each of the nephews, giving a silly clown wave and frolicking jump. They had to give him credit, QuackerJack was enjoying it perhaps a little too much - or his zany personality fit in to the role rather easily. Nonetheless, no one could tell it was him! At least, so he hoped.

Heading over to the table he sat down the cake; it was at least two sizes tall, not quite large, but delicious. Pink with white bows all around, eatable ribbons and a nice 'W' on the front later. Delightful!

He'd make periodic trips from the van and back to set up a few gags along the way: a female teddy bear, a smoke gun (disguised as a confetti blaster), some itching powder, chatter-teeth toys, and a doll duck made with the loveliest red dress one could imagine. The doll, with a wind up string on back, had a secret mechanism that would allow it to talk to it's owner as if it were a real friend. She'd love it!

QJ kept the powder and smoke gun in his pocket for now, but brought out the bear and doll wrapped up and set beside the table floor. If he could get those nephews out of the picture first, it'd be a lot easier to focus in on the girl, then Scrooge and LP too. The clown decided not to join in on the conversation the pilot and the rich duck were having, and instead kept a leery eye on his surroundings.


Scrooge:
"Really?" Launchpad was still surprised by the massive cake. He glanced over at his former boss, wondering if Scrooge was sick or off his rocker. Maybe there was something else in the arrangement that benefited both Poofy and Scrooge that Launchpad hadn't figured out yet. He shrugged and watched Poofy set everything out.

"Boy, Webby's sure gonna love this. You know your stuff, uh...?" He fished for a name.
He was getting a weird sense of déjà vu but he couldn't place "Poofy" for the life of him.

Duckworth stopped in his tracks and stared at the cake and items Poofy was setting out. "I beg your pardon, Mr. McDuck, but are we expecting more guests than usual?"
"More guests?" Scrooge raised an eyebrow. "Just where did you... Oh." He noticed what was being set out. "That. I bumped into Poofywise at the park. He's looking for business references to add to his credentials, and I was looking for something to surprise Webbigail. Where is the wee darling anyway?"
"She is upstairs. Shall I fetch her, Sir?"
"Aye. As soon as Poofy finishes setting up."


Webby:
~* Webbigail *~

Webbigail sat in her room, looking through the mirror trying on a new dress. Another year older, still all the wiser. She was excited for this moment; on birthdays there was nothing finer than being with family getting together. Scrooge, Launchpad, Huey, Lewie, Duey, Mrs. Beakley, Duckworth - and so many others to count. She couldn't contain her excitement!

Already walking outside, she said to herself outloud, "We're going to have the best tea party this family ever had!" To make sure this was true, she brought along one of her favorite dolls and a teacup to go along with it. The doll in itself, was also dressed up much like herself. After all, couldn't go into an elegant gathering wearing your pajamas...

"Oh! I should invite some more of my dollies too, huh?" she said with a stop, and went back into her room to invite more 'friends' for the big date.

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All the meanwhile, QuackrJack giggled and laughed. "Say, why don't I bust out some music, huh? Birthday music! As a surprise, y'know? Heheheh!"

LP:

"Music? Great idea! Let's shake a leg and bust a move." Launchpad was suitably distracted by Poofy's suggestion.
Scrooge rolled his eyes and headed over to take a seat at the table.
~*~
Duckworth went inside to find Webby. Spotting her on the steps, he called out."Miss Vanderquack, your guests are waiting."

Qj:
"Oh, golly! Already? Okay, I'm coming!" Webby said, and hurried out the door before Duckworth could hold her hand. By the time she was down the stairs and running outside to join everyone else, 'Poofy' the clown had already brought a stereo playing a tune for the ocassion.

Webby gasped from surprise, mostly due to the fact this was all very wonderfully put together... but the clown. He was certainly out of this world.

"Happy happy happy happy happy biiiiiirthDAAYYEEEE!" QJ/Poofy celebrated with disco playing on the boombox. "It's your birthday, one year later, but it's okay, let's have some fun! Happy happy happy happy birthday time is here, you're never too old to be young! Under the sun! Happy happy happeeee...!"

Webby might've appreciated the theatrics if QuackerJack wasn't so 'in your face', as when he broke into song she immediately gasped in shock and ran behind Launchpad and Scrooge as a result.

"Who's -he-?" she asked her friends.

Scrooge:
Duckworth dutifully nodded and followed Webby outside but he paused when the music reached his ears. Not wanting to partake in the cacophony, he hung back near the house. Just in case he needed to dart back inside to fetch anything, of course.

Scrooge slouched in his chair and covered his ears.
Launchpad patted Webby's head. "I dunno, but I think he's put the surprise in surprise party."

Scrooge grinned sheepishly. "It's alright, Webby Darlin'. Poofy is an entertainer from the Duckling and Haley Brothers circus. He's here to, eh...practice his party...uh, techniques."
"Practice?" Launchpad raised an eyebrow. "You mean as in making us guinea pigs? Great. Now I'm gonna have clown nightmares again."


QJ:

The toymaker finished his song and dance, and finally settled in.

"Helloooo~! Well now, you didn't tell me you had a princess in this fair kingdom, Mr. Scrooge!" said the clown, leaning over so he wouldn't scare the birthday girl away. "Well now, are you ready for your birthday cake and presents? C'mon, let's not get time a-wasting!"

It took Webby a good minute to follow Poofy's enthusiasm, but she relented nonetheless. "O-Oh, okay, hello, uhm... Mr. Poofy the clown, sir-- are you here to help celebrate with me?"

"Yes I am! Now, what would you like to do first, eh? Cake ooooooor the big presents, huh? We can blow out the candles too if you wanna!" the clown added, unveiling the large cake-- lighting up each of the candles with a match as well. "It's allll up to you!"

Webby looked at her friends. "I guess we can do the presents first, if it's alright with you, uncle Scrooge!"

Scrooge:

 

Scrooge smiled. "Why don't you blow out the candles and make a wish, first?"
"Right!" Launchpad perked up. "Hehe, you wouldn't want wax to drip all over the cake for the candles. I can help blow if you need a little extra wind power."
"Ech. That's not all he'd blow..." Scrooge muttered under his breath. He could quite clearly envision the top part of the cake tipping over since Launchpad most likely would not blow gently.
The triplets came back out with their regular baseball caps on and gathered around the table eagerly. One of them exclaimed "Quackeroonie" at the size, while another mumbled that he hoped he didn't get any of the big pink bow on his plate.


Webby:
Webby thought long and hard once the cake was settled in, the candles burning bright with anticipation. She took a deep breath and blew out the candles; surprisingly, she was able to get most of them except for one in the back of the cake, and turned to Launchpad with a smile, nodding. "I saved this one just for you, Launchpad! Can you help me?"

QuackerJack/Poofy paid no mind to Webby, and then looked around at the presents. So far the group was so huddled together he couldn't quite find a way to separate them all at once, so he waited further.

"Hah!" QJ/Poofy laughed. "As long as I don't get cake in my face!"

LP:

"Sure thing!" Launchpad gladly blew out the last candle. Since he knew he didn't need to use a lot of lung power, he blew gently, allowing the cake to stay nice and intact.


Scrooge smiled, pleased that Webby had figured out a way to be diplomatic to Launchpad without him crashing the cake. He was also glad that Launchpad did not start singing the birthday song, and that none of the candles were trick candles.


"I'll do the honors. Once I get something to do the honors with." Launchpad looked for something to cut the cake with.


Mrs. Beakley recalled that she had left the serving knife inside with the cake she had baked. She had planned on bringing it out when everyone was settled but Poofy had changed those plans by providing his own cake.


"Hehe. While we're waiting, we can look at cards! Here's mine." Launchpad took a greeting card out of his jacket and handed it to Webby. "It might have gotten a little mooshed while we were marching here from our Junior Woodchuck meeting, but it's still legible."

The card had a ribbon with a tiara charm on it that could be used as a bracelet charm or a dolly necklace. There was a princess on the cover, and a friendly greeting inside with eight tickets to an air show (enough for the family and a guest), and a gift card to the ice cream parlor the kids liked.


Qj:

QJ saw this as a great opportunity to distract the children. Cards were fun and all, but the best kinds of gifts were always the explosive kind! He pulled out of his 'confetti blasters' and shot it into the air, aimed right for the triplets. While the effect would take a small bit to take notice, it was bonafide itching powder!

"Aww, this is so wonderful! Thank you so much, Launchpad!" Webby said, thanking Launchpad for the gift. She put it on and showcased to all the other friends in her family, including the triplets. When discovering the tickets, she let out a surprised gasp. "Aww, Launchpad, you shouldn't have! You mean, me and my dolly's will get to see all the pilots including you in the show? This will be great!" Even if the others didn't want to come, she could bring so many other of her other dolls to fill in the gaps.

The clown tapped Louie in the should as this was going on: "Say uh, green, whatever your name is-- whatever, can you show me where the restroom is? Big mansion such as yours, I bet you must have like, what, ten of them? Heheheh!"


LP:

"Aw, you're welcome, Little Buddy." Launchpad replied happily.

"An air show?" Huey perked up. "Does that mean the Flying McQuacks are performing?"

"Even better than that! The best pilots in the country are performing aerial stunts for Independence Day," Launchpad grinned. "Those are tickets to see the rehearsal the day before."

The triplets' hats kept the itching powder off their heads but as Louie turned to reply to Poofy, some of the powder tipped onto his bill and tail.

"Okay." Louie looked for Duckworth but Duckworth had gone inside. Shrugging to himself, Louie led the way. "Follow me. I'm ‘Louie,’ by the way. I haven't caught your name."

Scrooge, Launchpad, and Louie's brothers were paying more attention to Webby than Poofy at the moment.

Louie started rubbing at his bill on the way up to the manor. By the time he opened the door, his eyes were watering and he was getting squirmy. Why were his feet and tail so itchy all of a sudden? And his hands? He showed Poofy the downstairs guest bathroom.

"Here's the main bathroom. Urgh. I'll see you back outside."

He waited until Poofy closed the door before zooming upstairs to wash up and change out of his clothes. Agh. With itches like this, even a bath would be welcome!

***

Meanwhile, back out on the lawn, Huey and Dewey were feeling the effects of the itching powder. They tried to be polite and scratch discreetly but that only made the itching worse! Pretty soon, both boys were rolling in the grass, trying to scratch themselves all over.

"Boys! What's gotten into ye?" Scrooge asked.

"We don't know, Unca Scrooge!"
"But we'd sure like to get it off!"


QJ:

"D'aww, heeey, just call me Poofy!" the clown mused as Louie showed him the way. Once his was gone though, QJ made it to the bathroom-- only to quietly exit it once the coast was clear. For good measure, he took a quick glance from the hallways and rooms to make sure. Ah, he must be changing then! Give it a few more minutes. Eventually, he 'flushed', and made a quick dash out of the restroom and immediately began exploring.

Wow, this place was huge, QJ thought to himself! There was so much to go through and look around - there wouldn't be time to fully explore the place without raising so much a question as to where he was. Chances were all he could do was visit one room, hope not to get lost, go back to the party, and try again. And, chances were, with this time limit him getting the One Dime would be almost impossible -- maybe he could settle for less, if there was even such a thing considering the old man's extensive history in town.

Up ahead he noticed a museum of artifacts, and decided to make his way there.

"Hmmmmmm... what can I find in here?"

--

Webby wasn't the only one to notice the trio had been acting strange lately, and that Poofy was gone as well.

"Aww, I hope mosquitos didn't ruin our party, did they?" she said with a small pout, "...and where'd Poofy go? I thought clowns were supposed to stick around until the end!"


Scrooge:

"There shouldn't be any mosquitoes out this time of day..." Scrooge scowled, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He scanned the area and noticed the confetti blaster on the ground. "What's this now?"

"Huh. The last time I saw something like this was at one of Gizmoduck's autograph signings," Launchpad stared at the blaster. "But I don't see any confetti laying around..."


Duckworth came over with the gardening hose to spray Huey and Dewey. The boys did not appreciate the impromptu cold shower but it helped ease their itching. They grumpily headed inside to change while Duckworth handed them towels to dry off with.

"Duckworth, did you see where Poofy the clown went?" Scrooge asked uneasily.

"Master Louie led him to the washroom, Sir." Duckworth said.

"It's a good thing there's more than one," Launchpad replied.


Mrs. Beasley came out a few seconds later with the knife for the cake.

Scrooge scowled suspiciously. "If you two are out here, then who is supervising Poofy?" Without waiting for an answer, the old duck marched toward the house. He was going to make sure that clown didn't pull any shenanigans inside.


QJ:

QuackerJack took a good look around. There was a great amount of treasure here, all likely secured and locked up with good supervision. Ancient treasures from beyond his time, possibly out of this Earth, and from faraway lands. This wasn't just a multi-gazillionaire he was dealing with; he was with the most successful feathered treasure hunter flapper of all duck-kind! The toymaker had to soak it all in for a moment, the rosey pines of a museum that had to have been at least checked in ten minutes a day lest someone foolish enough to mess with it ever dared.

At the same time, his confidence grew thinner: this was maaaybe just a bit out of his league here, maybe Negaduck hd a better chance. Liquidator, tops! At least he was water, he could just go through the sink and make his way out with ease before anyone noticed... alas, no, QJ had the power of compulsive laughter and a gift of modern craftwork. For, well, dolls and bears that is.

He started around a corner. A golden helmet, a golden fleece, some golden shoes - was there a golden plunger, too? - he couldn't pick just one! Well, maybe not the plunger, but something! Finally, he settled on what he could find that looked completely neglected from the rest of the group: a golden...

Brush.

It was likely one of Scrooge's least favorites but it looked untouched. For all he knew the miracle of this thing was probably the ability to make one's hair look simply Fabulous! Welp! If anyone asked, he could always say this was just his first foray into burglarizing someone super famous.

Grabbing it with both hands, QJ waited for the inaugural alarm to chime...


Scrooge:

No alarms sounded as the golden brush was not worth its weight in gold. It had been an ordinary brush that fell victim to one of Magica De Spell's misdirected hexes. When used, the brush gave hair the texture of straw and cotton candy-colored pink and blue fluff.

The triplets were too preoccupied to notice the wandering clown but if and when Poofy returned to the foyer, he'd find Scrooge waiting for him.


QJ:
"Wow, that wasn't so tough!" he said, "Hey, maybe I got lucky!"

He made one last squirmish to look around before he made on his merry way. A brush couldn't be just all of what he wanted to nab-- there was just so much to pick! The toymaker bit his finger with nervous anticipation that time was running short. Deciding he should just make a dash for it, the brush would have to do for now. He can always come back later with folks who knew more about Scrooge than he did!

The clown made his way out of the house with the brush and pretended like he had simply stumbled into it while on the way to the bathroom.

"Well now!" said the clown, "Fancy meeting you here, eh Scrooge? How's the baby doin'?"


Scrooge:

"Don't you ‘fancy’ me," Scrooge snapped. "You're supposed to be entertaining Webby, not snoop–"

He paused as he noticed the brush in Poofy's hand. For a moment, indignation and anger brewed but soon he recognized the brush and remembered its backstory. A smirk briefly flickered across one corner of his beak before his glare turned back to steel.

"Never mind. Launchpad's cutting the cake." He turned back toward the table as if nothing was the matter, but he couldn't help needling the clown a little.

"By the way, boys came down with an odd case of simultaneous itching. You wouldn't know anything about that, would ye?"


QJ:

A few sweatdrops trinkled down the toymaker as he expected Scrooge to jump on him with a cane on the head, but it didn't come completely as close. Relieved, 'Poofy' strutted out the door to eventually join back with the crew. QJ passed off the notion that he had anything to do with the strange itching the poor boys had come down with, and shrugged his shoulders with a grin that'd make any clown college graduate approve.

"Ehhh, maybe it's the mosquitos!" he giggled, "Springtime, y'know? Bee's, pollen, all that razza-matazza!"

Webby saw Poofy return, and while concerned, was so oblivious to his disappearance and welcomed him to eat. She was so innocent and pure, but all the hugs in the world probably wouldn't have effected the clown as much. He simply waved, and waited for his little trip to pass over with the rest of the crowd.

"Did you have trouble finding the bathroom Poofy?"

QJ gave a small sneer, but changed face quick: "I really, reaaaaallly, really, really, really had to gooooooo! ...but hey, I found ths brush! Along with everything else-- HAH! You're lucky kid, I can't even find a golden chicken nugget these days at the burger joint."

"D'awww, there there, Poofy," the duckling said in kind. "I'm sure you'll find plenty of golden chicken nuggest on your next circus adventure!"

QJ sighed...


Scrooge:

"My nephews don't have allergies..." Scrooge mumbled warningly. He caught the sneer but he remained calm and civil. For now.


Launchpad offered Poofy a slice of cake and caught the brief sneer on his face. Something about it triggered a memory and the pilot froze in place.


"Speaking of which," Scrooge raised an eye ridge when Quackerjack mentioned the brush. "What do you have in mind for that brush? Fluffing teddy bears and combing doll hair?"

"Teddy bears?" Launchpad frowned and clumsily plopped the plate of cake on the table in front of Poofy. "I don't know why, but suddenly I'm flashing back to this one I met back in St. Canard that had razor blade teeth and a bad attitude... And an exploding panda!"


QJ:

Uh-oh. That was one of QJ's plans. Might be too late now to unleash it out; was it worth the risk bringing it out? Most didn't know who he was, save for Launchpad. D'oh, this was gonna be tougher than QuackerJack imagined! The toymaker took the cake and nibbled on it with a fork ever slowly, rolling his eyes at the pilot.

"Teddy bears, huh?" the clown retorted, "Didja remember to flip their 'Evil' Switch to 'Good'? HaHAAoooh boy! Say, speaking of which-- I wanted to give Webby some of my toys! As for the brush, yes, well-- it's gold, it's big, and I could use the new looks! Fashion trends don't last forevverrrrrr~! Just ask the eighties..."

Webby was surprised to find out that Poofy had given her another doll, one so closely resembling one of the children that it could stand in for her double. The only thing separating it from uncanny valley were the nuts and bolts around the teeth. Accompanying it was a teddy bear as well, with it's white fur and pink cheeks amidst some of the brown fur remaining on it's paws.

"I hope this one doesn't scare ya, big guy, heheheheheh," Poofy snickered.


LP:
Scrooge McDuck
by Scrooge McDuck 2 months ago
As the Beagle Boys, Magica De Spell, and the Black Knight could attest, Scrooge McDuck was not an easy person to rob. The reinforced coal bin on Killmotor Hill had more booby traps than a video game. McDuck Manor, although it had plenty of antique and artwork to plunder, was only lightly guarded in comparison, but it still had its share of security flood lamps, laser sensors, tripwires, and a high end alarm system. The Manor was also situated on an open hill in a populated neighborhood with very little cover for potential burglars to hide behind. It would take a bit of effort to rob it during the night, however the alarms were turned off during the day when the family was home. Anyone could walk up to the door during the day. The main trick was getting past Scrooge's staff and family.

Normally Scrooge's butler, Duckworth, would dissuade any riffraff from entering the gate at the foot of the hill, or coming into the manor itself but today Duckworth was distracted. It was Webbigail Vanderquack's birthday, and both Webby's grandmother and Duckworth were busy decorating the dining room with streamers, ribbons, balloons, and making a cake for her.

The triplets were visiting with their Uncle Donald for the weekend but they were planning on coming over later with their friends Doofus Drake, Launchpad McQuack, and a few other people. Scrooge himself was on his way home from his money bin. He had walked to walk today and he was planning on going through the park to a toy store and a candy store to see if he could find something cheap that might appeal to Webby.
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 2 months ago
QJ entered Duckburg in a van carrying a modified imageis silly face plastered on the sides. It bore an appearance of a clown service that offered 24/7 giggles to all around- in fact, such was the name of his so-called 'business' - 'IGGLE' - offering anyone looking to feel lucky with family entertainment for all ages! The van zipped around turn after turn in the street, blaring a horn that could be best described as a cacophony of madness.

It was by chance that the toymaker disguised as a clown ran into Scrooge, although maybe not on the classiest of introductions: the van sped past him, only to turn around and almost park at the local park just close enough to be near the rich duck. QJ honked his horn and spilled outside of the back of the van, unloading everythinhg from balloons, party decor, fuzzy bears, confetti, to name a few.

If he could capture the attention of Scrooge and work his way inside, QJ was only scratching the surface of the biggest heist job he could ever try and pull off...!

"Hello, hello, HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!" he laughed in song, waving to all the children nearby. "Iiiiiiit's PARTY TIME! Come on down and give up rest, you're playing with the best! POOFY the Clown, at your serviiiiiice~! Heheheheheheeeeleeee~!"
Scrooge McDuck
by Scrooge McDuck 2 months ago
"Wak!" Scrooge jumped back and covered his ears. "Curse me kilts. A sick cow would sound more melodious than that horn!" His scowl faded a little when he saw what the "clown" was unloading from the truck. Those fuzzy bears and that flower shaped balloon looked cute and, more importantly, cheap.
"Alright. Enough with the sing-song sales pitch. How much is that balloon?" He pointed to it with his cane. That's right. He'd start with the cheapest item on the truck and haggle for a bargain.
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 2 months ago
The children were starting to come faster to QJ than a crowded shopping mall on Black Friday to see Santa. "Poofy the Clown" didn't answer Scrooge just yet as he was already handing all the good boys and girls some of his hoopla confetti blasters, but when he did, he answered heartily.

"Whyyy, this one?" he said, looking at the red balloon, "Oooh, just less than a few quarters-- but you don't want THIIIIIIS one, d'ya? Wouldn't you rather have two balloons? Three? A-four? A-fiiiiive?"

"Poofy" hurried pulled out more, until there was enough to lift him slightly off the ground.

"Why not sixteen?"
Scrooge McDuck
by Scrooge McDuck 2 months ago
Scrooge backed away to avoid getting trampled and elbowed by the overly excited kids. "Och! A ‘few quarters’? I'm not paying half a dollar for one paper thin piece of plastic that will deflate in a week."
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 2 months ago
"Awww, don't be such a-- .... erm..." Poofy paused, "...well, scrooge! Surely you can spare a few quarters! Fine, fine, have them for free then! Is there anything else you'd like?"

The crazy clown handed all sixteen balloons in a huff, and then danced a little jig. He had to be careful otherwise he was probably going to blow his cover. Pretnding as if he didn't know who he was talking to, he feigned surprise.

"Oh-wha-- wait, you ARE Scrooge! THEEE Scrooge! Well slap my knees and call me Penny-Wise, you're HIM!"
Scrooge McDuck
by Scrooge McDuck 2 months ago
"Free?" Scrooge's eyes sparkled. He automatically held the balloons when they were handed to him. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), Scrooge's money belt was enough added weight to keep him grounded. It was also rather unfortunate that Scrooge did not know who Quackerjack was referring to, otherwise he might have wondered why Poofy mentioned a spooky clown's name.
"Aye. I've never heard of you, though. What is this getup for? The circus isn't due in town for another month."Scrooge was fishing to find out if Poofy was an upstart toy salesman, a party entertainer, or if he was working for the fairground or a traveling circus. His guard was down, thanks to the magic word, but he was on the hunt for a steal, not just a bargain. If only he knew who he was talking to...
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 2 months ago
"Another month?" Poofy wondered allowed. That was one bit of information he had completely overlooked, but no matter, he was quick to bounce back on his mistake. "Well, what better way to hype up their arrival with some intrigue and mystery, am I right? Hehehe!"

"Consider me one of their well-employed circus performers, sir!" he added, bowing humbly, all the while patting a good duck child beside him on the head pleasantly. "And when I'm not in the main troupe, I even do house calls! In fact when I was done with this, I was going around to tackle someone who called me earlier in the week!"

He extended his hand to Scrooge, handing out a car-- same logo as the van was printed on it, coupled by the name - 'Poofywise the Clown! Part of the Duckling and Haley Brothers Circus Troupe! Your children entertained or your money back! Est. 1982'.
Scrooge McDuck
by Scrooge McDuck 2 months ago
Scrooge raised a suspicious eyebrow when his question caught Poofy by surprise. That was not a very believable answer. The card was probably fake, too. However, there was one thing on it that caught his greedy eye.

"Hmm..." Scrooge studied the card. "A money back guarantee?"

There'd be no way to get reimbursed on that. Webby would be entertained by even the worst clown in history. She'd even try to help the clown put on a nice party. But it would be nice to surprise her with real party entertainment instead of just giving her the simple pressed flower and card he had made for her. He still have some misgivings since he highly doubted Poofy was as highly regarded as he let on, but Scrooge wasn't looking for the best entertainment or toys around. He just wanted something that would be nice for the kids and cheap for him. Poofy was hitting all the right buttons in that regard.

"Do you charge by the hour or by the amount of resources you use?"
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 2 months ago
Comically, QJ rolled up a list in his pocket (actually his receipt, but he didn't show Scrooge that! Heh!) that stretched onto the floor, rolling down to Scrooge's feet.

"Wellll, there's the balloons, the party blasters, the cake, the song, the boombox, lunch break, gas money, van maintenance repair, health insurance, whizzers, bangers, the tiger costume, the puppet show, the sing-along CDs, guessing games, board games, show and telllll - maintenance fees, tickets, things like that yaddayadda blah blah blah, this that those these etcetera etcetera etceteraaaa."

He then crumpled up the long list, and with a silly grin, admitted, "Resources!"
Scrooge McDuck
by Scrooge McDuck 2 months ago
Scrooge stepped aside and eyed the list critically. Was that a receipt? He could see faint ink on the back of the paper. Poofy's list made the elderly drake's eyes spin for a moment as he listened.

"Ye cats. From the sounds of that list, you'd need a pool nearby to put out the fire. What in blazes do you need a tiger costume for? And what are whizzers and bangers? Fireworks? Pop guns? Och. That would never do for a wee lass."

He took out his antique silver pocket watch and flipped up the lid to check the time before putting it away."I've dawdled long enough. I've got a birthday party to brace for."

Brace for? That doesn't sound like much fun.

"Good day, Poofy." Leaving the balloons, Scrooge spun his cane on his arm and prepared to resume his walk.
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 2 months ago
Realizing he'd just lost a potential customer, QJ was frantic-- this would never do. He'd have to come off a little less strong if he wanted to win back Scrooge's money, or even his trust! Poofy finished handing the remaining children the confetti and noisemakers before rushing off to stop Scrooge.

"Waitwaitwaitwait-- if you'd like, since you're well, y'know, Scrooge himself," he added, coming off as sincere and putting his comical side away in emotion, "Why don't I do it for free? Birthday part you say? Who's the lucky child, hehe, maybe I can set something aside to do something special for the richest-- most amazing-- most influential business duck around, hmm?"
Scrooge McDuck
by Scrooge McDuck 2 months ago
Flattery would not get very far but the magic word once again rang cash registers in Scrooge's eyes. Scrooge smiled and played it cool."Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Having the McDuck name as one of your clients and references would help boost your business..."

That's right. Let's manipulate the manipulator into thinking you're doing him a favor.

"My Darlin' Webbigail's birthday is today, so me nephews and I are putting together something nice to make her feel special."
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 2 months ago
"D'awww," QJ said, looking sincere and probably meaning it too, "Consider it done then, Mr. Scrooge! We'll give this young duck the best and most memorable birthday she'll ever remember! Heck, me just being here is memorable in itself-- good thing I bought a camera along to, g'awww-- cherish, the moment! HaHAAA!" Poofy, that is QuackerJack, had one on hand - though he was still debating the idea of using it to photograph Scrooge's security or just for the victory photo's he'd take later if he succeeded.

He slapped his knees as he chortled, wrapping one arm around ol' Scrooge in a buddy-to-buddy hug. "What're we waitin' for then? Let's get planning right away! I bet the girl's out shopping or something or in school maybe? We can plan it all now and then she'll be REALLY surprised! To know that a good ol' hearted fella like you would go through so much to melt this girl's heart! Oh, it's so fabulous!"

"My van's over there if ya need a lift, just let me know when we can get started!"
Scrooge McDuck
by Scrooge McDuck 2 months ago
Scrooge irritably brushed Poofy's arm off of him and smoothed out his forty year old broadcloth sleeve. No touchy, if you please. Only children and long time acquaintances are permitted hugging privileges unless there's an incredible bargain or treasure in hand.

"Party planning?"

What kind of shindig do you think this is? It's just cake, a homemade banner, a few gifts, a few balloons, and maybe a noise maker and homemade party hats at most. That's if Duckworth, Mrs. Beakley, and the kids took care of most of the arrangements themselves. Scrooge didn't even consider birthdays celebration-worthy until the kids pulled on his heartstrings (and guilted him) into allowing them to have parties. But Scrooge wasn't about to tell Poofy all of that.

"My staff should have the tables set out on the lawn already. The kids had a Junior Woodchuck meeting today so they'll be home in about an hour."

Scrooge eyed the van. With all of the stuff set out, and a few children lingering in the hopes of getting more goodies, it looked like Poofy would not be able to leave for a few more minutes. Scrooge didn't have patience for standing idly around.

"Eh, I'll walk for now. I'll leave the gate open for you. It's the manor on the hill with the brick wall around the property and the golden gate."

Not real gold, of course, since that would be ridiculously expensive.
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 2 months ago
"Ahaaa! Excellent call then, your highness!" Poofy/QJ serenaded his customer, bowing in front of him as if he was royalty, and made his way towards his van to finish his business with children. "This'll be a day you and your friends will never forget-- I'll put the F-N in Fun, just for U! What could possibly go wrong? HahahaHAAA!"

That being said, the clown finished his business no less than fifteen minutes later - the crowds were getting heavier and demanding Poofy did more things, an unexpected but harmless setback in QJ's plan. But on the bright side, it kept his cover nice and clean posing as the real deal. Heck, some of the parents of these little fellas even paid good money even though he only started this morning! Wow, he'd have to give this clown job another try in the future.

Whilst sitting his van once the children were finished with, QJ took a moment to contemplate his plan a bit more. Spend time with Webbigail, earn her trust as well as everyone else's, see if there was a way to get inside. Assuming no other of Scrooge's pals, or even his own worst enemies had the same thoughts, he could find something valuable to steal. The numbr one dime seemed like the best option, though certainly in all his adventures as far as he'd heard about, there could be other treasures...!

As promised, QJ/Poofy parked his van out by the lawn to see the decorations already prepared; he rolld out a cannon, stuffed himself inside, and lit the fuse... ready to surprise everyone!
Scrooge McDuck
by Scrooge McDuck 1 month ago
Scrooge didn't really appreciate being treated like royalty but he humored Poofy's gestures and enthusiasm with a smile. "I'm sure we won't forget."

How true that would be.
And so the multiplujillionaire headed on home, surprisingly reaching the gate before Poofy. He left it open as promised and headed up the long sloped driveway.

Mrs. Beakley was finishing up with the long picnic table. Duckworth was carrying a tray with pitchers of lemonade and milk to the tables.

It wouldn't be long before a group of ducklings in distinctive fur hats would march up the driveway in single file with a tall, very familiar avian in the lead. Launchpad McQuack, aka Junior Woodchuck Scout leader, friend of Scrooge's family, former pilot, and current sidekick to Darkwing Duck. Luckily Launchpad was too busy being a leader to notice the odd van parked on the lawn.
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 1 month ago
Webbigail hadn't appeared yet, which gave QJ/Poofy time to mingle with the crowd to try to win their affection. Carrying a box of cake in one hand, balloons in the other, the toymaker looked for the best place to set up the cake. Before he could do that though, Launchpad happened to be in his way - along with the nefarious infamous nephews of Scrooge alongside him.

"Hey hey hey!" cheered 'Poofywise', "Don't I know you from somewhere? Did it take you long to fly here because if you haaaaave, I bet your arms must be reaaally tired!" QuackerJack did his best to try and make his voice less distinct than one that LP might be familiar with, especially since he'd met him before as the caped crusader's partner. This couldn't be good - if his disguise was shot, this could be the end of his little burglary attempt as he knew it! He could only hope the pilot's naivety extended also into pure buffoonery.

"Oh, now I remember!" he said, giggling at Launchpad, "You made the news as Best Stunt Double Pilot of the Year! Or something reasonably close, right?"

QJ paid little attention to the nephews as there wasn't much to say, but he'd keep an eye on them too.
Launchpad
by Launchpad 1 month ago
"Huh?" Launchpad stared blankly for a moment before Poofy's joke and his statement sank in.

"Hehe. Oh yeah. I, ahem, have the record for the most stunts survived. I blew in on the breeze to be with my little buddies here. Can't let these little spring peepers here have a birthday cake without me! Hehehe."

The pilot dismissed the curious kids and craned to admire the cake Poofy had placed on the table.

"Speaking of cake, that doesn't look like one of Mrs. B's or Duckworth's. Did Mr. McDee order one?" He looked and sounded surprised.


"Launchpad!" Scrooge marched up to the duo after greeting the kids and sending them inside to change out of their Woodchuck Guide attire. "I expected you here five minutes ago. What took ye so long?"

"Well we woulda been here sooner, but we had to help a cat out of a tree." Launchpad explained sheepishly.
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 1 month ago
'Poofy' gleamed at Launchpad, nodding excitedly. "Ooh, you betcha he did! He spared no expense to give you guys one heck of a fun time for everybody-- you, you, and you two. You three. Er, four, whatever." Each time he said 'you' he nodded to each of the nephews, giving a silly clown wave and frolicking jump. They had to give him credit, QuackerJack was enjoying it perhaps a little too much - or his zany personality fit in to the role rather easily. Nonetheless, no one could tell it was him! At least, so he hoped.

Heading over to the table he sat down the cake; it was at least two sizes tall, not quite large, but delicious. Pink with white bows all around, eatable ribbons and a nice 'W' on the front later. Delightful!

He'd make periodic trips from the van and back to set up a few gags along the way: a female teddy bear, a smoke gun (disguised as a confetti blaster), some itching powder, chatter-teeth toys, and a doll duck made with the loveliest red dress one could imagine. The doll, with a wind up string on back, had a secret mechanism that would allow it to talk to it's owner as if it were a real friend. She'd love it!

QJ kept the powder and smoke gun in his pocket for now, but brought out the bear and doll wrapped up and set beside the table floor. If he could get those nephews out of the picture first, it'd be a lot easier to focus in on the girl, then Scrooge and LP too. The clown decided not to join in on the conversation the pilot and the rich duck were having, and instead kept a leery eye on his surroundings.
Scrooge McDuck
by Scrooge McDuck 1 month ago
"Really?"
Launchpad was still surprised by the massive cake. He glanced over at his former boss, wondering if Scrooge was sick or off his rocker. Maybe there was something else in the arrangement that benefited both Poofy and Scrooge that Launchpad hadn't figured out yet. He shrugged and watched Poofy set everything out.

"Boy, Webby's sure gonna love this. You know your stuff, uh...?" He fished for a name. He was getting a weird sense of déjà vu but he couldn't place "Poofy" for the life of him.

~*~

Duckworth stopped in his tracks and stared at the cake and items Poofy was setting out. "I beg your pardon, Mr. McDuck, but are we expecting more guests than usual?"

"More guests?" Scrooge raised an eyebrow. "Just where did you... Oh." He noticed what was being set out. "That. I bumped into Poofywise at the park. He's looking for business references to add to his credentials, and I was looking for something to surprise Webbigail. Where is the wee darling anyway?"

"She is upstairs. Shall I fetch her, Sir?"

"Aye. As soon as Poofy finishes setting up."
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 1 month ago
~* Webbigail *~

Webbigail sat in her room, looking through the mirror trying on a new dress. Another year older, still all the wiser. She was excited for this moment; on birthdays there was nothing finer than being with family getting together. Scrooge, Launchpad, Huey, Lewie, Duey, Mrs. Beakley, Duckworth - and so many others to count. She couldn't contain her excitement!

Already walking outside, she said to herself outloud, "We're going to have the best tea party this family ever had!" To make sure this was true, she brought along one of her favorite dolls and a teacup to go along with it. The doll in itself, was also dressed up much like herself. After all, couldn't go into an elegant gathering wearing your pajamas...

"Oh! I should invite some more of my dollies too, huh?" she said with a stop, and went back into her room to invite more 'friends' for the big date.

===

All the meanwhile, QuackrJack giggled and laughed. "Say, why don't I bust out some music, huh? Birthday music! As a surprise, y'know? Heheheh!"
Launchpad
by Launchpad 1 month ago
"Music? Great idea! Let's shake a leg and bust a move." Launchpad was suitably distracted by Poofy's suggestion.

Scrooge rolled his eyes and headed over to take a seat at the table.

~*~

Duckworth went inside to find Webby. Spotting her on the steps, he called out."Miss Vanderquack, your guests are waiting."
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 1 month ago
"Oh, golly! Already? Okay, I'm coming!" Webby said, and hurried out the door before Duckworth could hold her hand. By the time she was down the stairs and running outside to join everyone else, 'Poofy' the clown had already brought a stereo playing a tune for the ocassion.

Webby gasped from surprise, mostly due to the fact this was all very wonderfully put together... but the clown. He was certainly out of this world.

"Happy happy happy happy happy biiiiiirthDAAYYEEEE!" QJ/Poofy celebrated with disco playing on the boombox. "It's your birthday, one year later, but it's okay, let's have some fun! Happy happy happy happy birthday time is here, you're never too old to be young! Under the sun! Happy happy happeeee...!"

Webby might've appreciated the theatrics if QuackerJack wasn't so 'in your face', as when he broke into song she immediately gasped in shock and ran behind Launchpad and Scrooge as a result.

"Who's -he-?" she asked her friends.
Launchpad
by Launchpad 1 month ago
Duckworth dutifully nodded and followed Webby outside but he paused when the music reached his ears. Not wanting to partake in the cacophony, he hung back near the house. Just in case he needed to dart back inside to fetch anything, of course.

Scrooge slouched in his chair and covered his ears.

Launchpad patted Webby's head. "I dunno, but I think he's put the surprise in surprise party."

Scrooge grinned sheepishly when he saw Webby take fright. "It's alright, Webby Darlin'. Poofy is an entertainer from the Duckling and Haley Brothers circus. He's here to, eh...practice his party...uh, techniques."

"‘Practice’?" Launchpad raised an eyebrow. "You mean as in making us guinea pigs? Great. Now I'm gonna have clown nightmares again."
QuackerJack
by QuackerJack 1 month ago
The toymaker finished his song and dance, and finally settled in.

"Helloooo~! Well now, you didn't tell me you had a princess in this fair kingdom, Mr. Scrooge!" said the clown, leaning over so he wouldn't scare the birthday girl away. "Well now, are you ready for your birthday cake and presents? C'mon, let's not get time a-wasting!"

It took Webby a good minute to follow Poofy's enthusiasm, but she relented nonetheless. "O-Oh, okay, hello, uhm... Mr. Poofy the clown, sir-- are you here to help celebrate with me?"

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