The limo pulled up to a giant mansion as the gang stared in awe. Donald was jumping out of his seat.
A butler came and opened the door for them, and Donald flew out faster then you could blink.
Drake Mallard stood at the front steps, along with a little girl. His fellow actor, and adopted daughter Gosalyn Mallard.
“Scrooge! I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you but I suppose it's the other way around today!” Drake said laughing.
Donald just stood there, his mouth wide open. “Drake…” The triplets hopped out of the Limo and ran over.
“You'll have to excuse Donald. We're pretty sure he's your biggest fan.” They said altogether. “Ah you must be the adventurous trio I've heard about!” Drake said.
“This is Gosalyn. Why don’t you show these three around the mansion dear?” He said. “Sure thing dad!” Gos said. “C'mon guys!”
The kids ran off to explore while Scrooge and Donald followed Mallard to the living room. It was remarkable. It was just as big as the one Scrooge had, maybe even bigger.
“Impressive. You must be the richest duck in St. Canard.” Scrooge said. “Actually in the WORLD!” Donald said l, proud that he knew.
“Yes well, I choose not to be eligible for the title of richest duck.” Mallard said humbly. “Too much attention.”
“I've heard alot about YOU Donald.” He said as he sat by the fireplace. “I’d like to make a series based on your family's adventures.”
Donald couldn't believe it. His childhood hero… knew who he was? And wanted to make him famous??
“Now, if you could sign this.” Mallard said taking out a contract. Suddenly the lights went out. “Uncle Scrooge!” Dewey yelled running into the room.
“The others! They just disappeared!” Donald looked around. Mallard was gone too! The lights remained off as a window shattered and Flintheart jumped through.
“There’ll be no contract signin today!” He said with a laugh. “In fact.. prepare to be roast duck!” A man said stepping into the doorway.