Scrooge McDuck is the richest Duck in the world with Scottish heritage, he is the uncle to Donald duck and read grandfather to Huey,Dewy, and Louie He is a adventure and a opportunist and earned his money though being smarter than the smarties and tougher than the toughies. Scrooge lives with in Duck-burg in his mansion with his money bin. Being alone for some time he is known to be a money cheapskate who is also cold and also non forgiving and protective of his money. But with the visits from his nephews he begins to grow a heart He may be greedy and hot tempered by the also has a good heart that follows the rules of honesty and fair play. Being very old he has become a wise old geezer
Meanwhile in the Castle entrance, Scrooge and Quackie were looking around. " OH jings Mr. Sc-Sc-Scrooge, this gaff is pretty big!" said Quackie as he looked around in amazement, touching of all it.
"Then ye shuid see mah money bin, now stoap gocking at th' arcitecture 'n' toys, we have a mirror tae fin'." He hoped up to grab Quackie's beak and drag him further into the castle. That was when they heard the loud crash from outside.
"Awright whit wis that?" Scrooge was not happy now, for all he knew that could be Launchpad dropping in somehow into another adventure of his. Still it was quite obvious somebody was following them.
"What was that, Mr. Scrooge?"
"Wheesht laddie.... Ah think somebody is 'ere fur th' mirror tae."
"WHATTT? " screeched Quackie.
"Shuuush! Follow me laddie! Let's mak' sure we git it foremaist afore oor mysterious crasher finds it!"
Scrooge pulled Quackie by the beak again and dragged the english duck further into the trap-ridden castle.
In the upper level, Negaduck wandered through what appeared to be a dining hall. A dining tall that hadn't been touched in a millennia.
"Cripes, I've seen coal mines less filthy than this."
Dragging a feathered finger through the grime coating a chair back.
"Not that I'm complaining. I like filth."
Blowing the furniture to send a cloud of dust straight into one of those priceless - and inanely boring - portraits, just because he could.
Now where would a mirror be? Bed chambers, perhaps?
Jacob moved in through the front, practically on the tails of Scrooge and Quackie without realizing it. However, he took a different direction and found himself walking down a long hallway lined with suits of armor. Like he hadn't seen this in a million scary movies.
He looked down at his feet, watching for pressure pads since he assumed a castle this old with magical relics would be booby-trapped, but completely missed the giant spider's web in front of his face.
"Gah!" he cried, swatting at it desperately and flailing around. All of that movement caught the side of a suit of armor, knocking it sideways - followed by another - and another - and another...down they all went like dominos.
Jacob cringed. So much for the element of surprise.