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Set after season 3 and after "Welcome to Los Patos". AKA "Recherche sur les gros rouleaux"
McDuck Manor. Scrooge McDuck passing through the foyer looking stressed.
"Ach... I always leave it... KIDS! Have ye found mah... what'reye doing Huey, we don't need to be bringing something like that, it'll only slow us down! And Della we definitely do not need to be bringing that. Put it back in the hangar. AND WHILE YOU'RE IN THERE CHECK AROUND FOR ME BLASTED CAR KEYS!"
From the living room, his daughter looks on concerned before continuing her own search, frowning at the figure slumped back on the couch. "You know, you could get up and help, Louie."
"Whaat, I'm totally helping, watch" the boy makes a show of looking left and right for a second each "Nerp, no keys there or there."
Webby scoffs semi-amused as he sips a Pep. "But the sooner we find the keys the sooner we can go to Venezuela! We've never been before, how are you not more excited?"
"Oh, gee, you're right, one whole night in a big city before spending five days riding down a gross jungle river looking for some kinda lagoon where there's maybe some kinda magic anchor, an old-timey music box, and one treasure chest, all buried in sludge. Yeah, I overheard Huey saying what Laguna de Lodos means. Then five more days riding back up the river, all with like zero cell service. I'm sorry I totally forgot what an awesome trip this is gonna be."
The girl ignores the venting and simply swings a happy fist in response. "That's the spirit! Now get off your kiester, we have a key to find," She turns away but snaps back when she hears a small gasp of surprise. "Wh-what is it, you see anything?"
Louie refocuses his attention, but in the the corner of his eye is an older woman hiding behind a plant dangling something silver and holding a finger to her beak. "N-nothing," he scratched his neck "Just, err, just realised mom might let Dewey fly the plane for a while later, he's totally gonna try some stunts isn't he, can you make sure we've got extra barf bags please?"
"Yeah, good thinking. I'll go ask granny." as his... friend? sister? cousin? aunt-ish? (still confusing) runs off obliviously, he muffles a laugh at the intruder, who winks as she comes out from her spot.
"Good cover Sharpie," she hushes while ruffling his hair.
The boy in green smirks as he whispers back "Could say the same for you, enjoying our plants? What're you doing here anyway?"
"Shh, you'll see. But you know I love making an entrance first," A noise snaps her head up "Ooh, those sound like spats."
The noise starts filling the foyer: "AAAAGH, dag-nabit where on ehrth are these blummin-"
The woman strolls in from the living room twirling a keyring on her finger. "Try checking the same place all your other valuables end up Moneybags..."
Another incomplete story idea but I liked the first chapter convo part. That's not all of it there's 2 more parts + a notes page, and maybe a couple later chapters to rework as one-shots/scripts. But yeah don't expect a whole thing here.