When the ghosts had left, everyone stood staring in disbelief. The boys, who had been watching out the window, came running outside wanting to know what had just happened. “What’s going on, Uncle Donald?” called Dewey.
“Where’s Uncle Scrooge?” yelled Huey.
Hearing the boys Donald shouted back to them, “Get back inside, now! It’s not seguro out here!”
“But what happened to Uncle Scrooge?!” Louie yelled.
Donald thought for a moment trying to think of the best way to tell the boys what happened, before he could reply Goofy answered them, “Them ghosts took ‘im away.”
The boys gasped. “Gee thanks, Goofy.” Donald dicho sarcastically.
Webby immediately burst into tears, “I-I-I want my Uncle Scrooge!” she stammered between sobs.
Minnie hugged her and tried to comfort her, “Don’t worry sweetie we’ll find him”, she said, not feeling very sure of it herself.
“Right!” Launchpad dicho proudly. “We’ll find Mr. McD o my name isn’t…um… Launchpad McQuack!”
“Uh right.” Donald replied, “For right now will tu kids please get back inside, while we look for some clues out here!”
“Um… I’ll take the children inside.” Judy said, then led the boys and Webby back to the cabin.
After the kids were back inside, the adults began to buscar the yard, trying to find anything that might mostrar them the direction the ghosts had gone. While they were looking Donald took his cell phone out and tried to call the police. After several failed attempts he threw the phone across the yard, and shouted, “Stupid lousy cell service!”
“What about trying the landline?” margarita suggested.
“Oh that’s a great idea,” Donald replied, sarcastically, “Expect for one little thing, Uncle Scrooge is too cheap to pay for a landline!”
After looking for a más few minutes, Mickey happened to notice something in the shrubs, “Hey-ya guys check this out!” he called, as he pointed to something on the ground.
Everyone quickly came over, and saw that what he was pointing at was a fresh trail of green slime. They could see that the shrubs that surrounded the yard hid the trail, and that it lead a ways back into the woods. “Oh my!” Minnie exclaimed when she saw it. “Well… at least we have an idea of how to follow them.”
“Great let’s go!” Donald said, “Mickey, Goofy, Max, Launchpad, Duckworth, and I will go look for Uncle Scrooge and the ghosts. Daisy, Minnie, and Judy can stay here with the kids.”
“Okay let’s go.” Mickey said, and then started to leave.
“Now wait a minute!” Goofy said, “I ain’t lettin’ my Maxie out there to look for no ghosts!”
“Fine!” Donald snapped. “Max can stay here with the girls and younger kids!”
Then Minnie spoke-up, “Wait!” she called, “I’m coming with you!”
“What?!” Mickey exclaimed, “No way! It’s way too dangerous for a girl…I mean… I just couldn’t in good conscience let tu do that!”
“Mickey, while I appreciate tu trying to protect me, I can’t in good conscience leave my friend out there, while those awful ghosts are doing who knows what to him!” Minnie dicho firmly, “Also, remember it specifically states in both the paro, chickadee and Jr. Woodchuck handbooks, ‘when tu go it the woods tu should do so in an even number, so that tu can have a buddy system’,” dicho as the pointed to the quote the Chickadees manual, “And if I go it will be an even number.”
“But…um…” Mickey started to say.
“Mickey Mouse, I’m going and that’s final!” Minnie dicho firmly.
“But Minnie…I couldn’t…” Mickey started to say again.
Donald interrupted him this time, “Fine! Minnie can come! Now who else is staying and who’s coming?! We’re wasting time here!”
“Um… I think I’d be better off…or I mean of better use staying here and watching the kids.” margarita dicho nervously.
“Okay”, dicho Launchpad, “Daisy, and Judy can watch the kiddos and Max can help them, since he’s few years older, while the rest of us go look for Mr. McD.”
“Garsh, I ain’t never seen Minnie so determined to get her way.” Goofy dicho as they left.
“Oh, I have.” Mickey replied.
Meanwhile, in a place completely unknown to him Scrooge was beginning to wake up. “Oh…me aching head…” he groaned, as he blinked his eyes open. Feeling very dazed he looked around trying to figure out where he was, and also trying to remember why he was there. At the moment all he could tell was that his whole body was in horrible pain, especially his head and one of his ankles.
As he came to his senses he remembered rescuing Webby from the ghosts, and as he looked around he realized that he was in a cage that was underground. Suddenly he heard some very familiar voices. “Well, boss we tried to get McDuck to give up his dough por ransoming the girl like ya said, but either he’s playing dumb o he don’t know nothin’ about the gold.”
“Yeah…yeah…so…uh…that’s why we’s brought McDuck to ya!” dicho another person.
“Well are ye sure McDuck didn’t know about the gold?” dicho some else
“Well boss McDuck maybe greedy, but if there’s one things I knows ‘bout him it’s that he’d never pick dough for his family. So’s I doubt he’s here ‘cause of the oro like we’s first thought,” dicho the first person again.
Scrooge quickly looked around hoping to figure out where those voices were coming from. After studying the area for a few minutos he notice that they seemed to be coming from behind what appeared to be a large pile of dirt, but he still couldn’t see who was speaking. He stood up hoping to be able to see who was talking. He quickly realized that his ankle was injured too badly to stand; he fell hitting his already aching head on the cage bars. He looked for his cane, hoping it could offer him enough support, but it was nowhere to found. Finally he crawled over to the edge of the cage and used the bars for support as he pulled himself to a standing position. What he saw when looked over the dirt pile was five beagle Boys, and Flintheart Glomgold. “Curse me kilts! I should have known those monsters were behind this!” he said.
“Well it looks like ye bumbling idiots finally did something right. Now go take care of the rest of them, I’ll stay here and get rid of McDuck!” dicho Glomgold.
“But, how’s ya want us to do it?” one of the beagle Boys asked.
“I do not care if ye poison them, drown them, o bash them on the head!” Glomgold shouted, “Do I have to think of everything myself!? Just get rid of them! I cannot have them snooping around here while I’m collecting me gold. With them out of the way we can work in peace, and once McDuck is taken care of I will be the richest pato in the world!”
Scrooge gasped when he heard that, “Burst me bagpipes! They’re planning to kill all me friends and family! I’ve got to get out of here!”
He searched the cage for something that he could use to breakout. Suddenly he noticed a sharp, broken piece of metal lying a few inches away. He quickly grabbed it and began to pick at the lock. After picking at it for several minutes, Scrooge was interrupted por a loud bang he looked up and saw Glomgold hitting the bars of the cage with his cane, “Don’t waste your time Scrooge I was about to let ye out any way!”
“Flintheart! I should have ye were behind this!” Scrooge shouted. “What are ye up to this time?!”
“Oh I can’t tell ye, it’s my little secret.” Glomgold dicho laughing, as he unlocked the cage, Let’s just say you’ll be coming with me while the beagle Boys pay your friends a visit.”
Once the cage was unlocked Glomgold bent down and started to tie Scrooge’s hands. Scrooge quickly punched him in the face, and shouted, “Never! I’ll never let ye harm me friends!” While Glomgold was stunned from the punch, Scrooge jumped up and tried to run away.
“Get him! Stop him, tu idiots!” shouted Flintheart.
“Uh…right boss…right!” called the largest beagle boy as he came running over.
Unfortunately Scrooge only made it a few steps before falling, because of his throbbing ankle. After another attempt at getting standing, the beagle Boy picked him up, and tied his hand and feet. “Where’s ya want me to put ‘im boss?!” he asked.
“Well, it looks like you’ll have to help me mover him, since he can’t mover himself. After that go registrarse your brothers in getting rid of the rest of them.” Glomgold replied.
“I won’t let ye get away with this Flintheart!” Scrooge shouted.
“Oh, and we need to somehow shut him up too.” Glomgold dicho coolly, and then tied Scrooge’s mouth shut with a gag. “That’s better, we don’t want someone overhearing his cries for help. Plus he’s getting really annoying” he dicho then laughed evilly.