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Glomgold was pacing his side of the room while explaining his slideshow to Scrooge who was dozing off in his chair. He had an intricate plan for how to kill Mark Beaks, their new competitor for the richest bird in Duckburg, but Scrooge wasn't listening.
After he finished explaining his plan, he realized Scrooge was asleep the whole time. He threw the remote at the duck in anger and started yelling at him.
“Yes, yes. Very good, Flinty,” Scrooge dismissed him. If anything, Glomgold was just background noise to him at that point. His yelling sounded no different than that of Scrooge's nephew, Donald.
“I cannae believe I wasted all that when you were there sleeping!” Glomgold complained.
Scrooge got up and stretched his arms over his head, popping his back. At that moment loud music started blaring in the room. The ducks covered their ears and yelled back and forth, unable to hear each other.
“Turn that blasted thing off!” Glomgold shouted.
Scrooge tried walking over to the speaker, but as cartoons do, was physically pushed away by the noise. A tall owl walked into the room wearing headphones, drowning out the god-awful noise he had playing in the room with some other, equally grating, music.
“Hey guys!” Mark yelled over the music.
“What?” Glomgold and Scrooge yelled back.
Mark took off one headphone. “What?” he shouted.
“What did ye say? I cannae hear you over the music,” Scrooge yelled.
“What? I can't hear over the music!” Mark shouted back.
“What are you two talking about? I can't hear over the noise,” Glomgold shouted.
Mark took off his headphones and put them around his neck. “What? I'm going to turn the music off so I can hear you,” he yelled.
“Turn the music off! I can't hear anything!” Scrooge shouted.
Mark walked over to the speaker and clicked the off button. The ducks uncovered their ears, able to hear again. Mark noticed the projector and looked at the image on the screen.
“Ooh, are you plotting against me? That will look great for my fans,” he said, typing on his phone before taking a selfie in front of the slide. “‘Guys, I'm totes about to die to this old dudes’ smiley-face, skull emoji. And, post.”
“Yet not supposed to be enjoyin’ this, Beaks!” Glomgold yelled at him, throwing his hat on the ground and stomping on it in anger.
Scrooge shook his head. “Calm yourself, Flinty.”
“Nicknames? The Internet is going to go wild at this new update to their favorite old man yaoi,” Mark said before typing on his phone again.
“Old man yaoi?” Scrooge asked, “What's that?”
“You know, gay old guys,” he answered, not looking up from his phone.
“That's not- we're- WHAT?”
“Are you two not dating? Everyone online thinks you are, so it's basically fact now. Here, get in for a picture,” Mark turned on his camera again and put his hand up in a peace sign with Glomgold and Scrooge in the background.
“Flinty, did you know about this?” Scrooge asked him.
Glomgold put his hands behind his back and swayed from side to side like a shy anime girl. “Why did ye think I was always tryin to kill ya?”
“Because you hated me?”
Mark laughed, “Because he loved you, duh!”
“I cannae believe it,” Scrooge said, sitting down. Glomgold looked down, embarrassed. “And here I thought I was the only one.” Glomgold immediately looked at him.
“Scrooge,” he whispered. “You mean…?”
“Come here, Flinty,” Scrooge called him over.
Glomgold looked at the black line dividing the room. “You want me on your side of the room?”
“I don't believe that matters anymore, now does it?”
Glomgold waddled over to Scrooge's chair and stood next to him. Scrooge leaned in for a kiss while Mark was in the background slowly raising his camera. Glomgold kisses him back while Mark posts the photos online for the world to see. Almost immediately, Scrooge gets several calls from his nephews and Webbigail.