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Title of the one-shot: Three Guys in Green and one Green Guy.

AKA, Louie, Gladstone, Gyro and Jose team up to solve a wery weird isssue.

Summary: You know how when you have artist block or writer's block you write or draw ridiculous things? Well, when Gyro is having an inventor's block, he creates ridiculous things. And when Beagle Boys steal said ridiculous invention, things could go sour. But Gyro knows that the McDucks and their allies will help. The only issue, the only people available to help are Louie, Gladstone and Jose. Not the most ideal team, but they will have to make do.

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This was inspired by @citrus-wall-paint and her post you can find here. She said these four should be forced to hang out, and by golly, I made them hang out.

Work:

Louie Duck sat in the kitchen, enjoying his third first sip of Pep!. He set the can next to the first two he opened, knowing someone else was bound to drink the rest. With Uncle Scrooge and his frugality, just throwing the near-full can was never an option. Usually, he would just hand the can to Huey or Dewey and they would drink the rest, but they weren’t with him at the moment.

He was home alone and enjoying it. To some, he knew, the scene of the youngest triplet being left by himself would be sad, but he needed that time for himself. Mum took Huey to a Woodchuck meeting, Uncle Scrooge and Mrs Beakley were both at the bin while Dewey and LP were at the cinema. Webby was on a trip with the Sabrewings. With all the loudest manor residents away, Louie was enjoying a bit of peace and quiet.

Ok, he wasn’t truly home alone. After everything that happened with Glomgold and The Comb of Duchess Catsandra the week prior, Uncle Gladstone and Fethry were visiting. While Fethry joined mum and Huey, Gladstone spent the entire night out on the town and was currently sleeping in his guest room. He was hungover, Louie knew that. So, he let him sleep it off.

Besides, Louie had the latest Arcane Rangers comic to read. And maybe he could squeeze in a few of Law made easy videos on YouTube before Gladstone would wake up. And then he could probably convince Gladstone to order some food before Beakley and Scrooge returned to be party breakers. The only thing that put a smudge on Louie's morning was opening Beakbook and finding out that Mark Beaks was bailed out of the prison, where he ended up after he tried to steal intellectual property from both Gyro and Della. Beaks' social media was filled with braggy posts about being bailed out by his rich mother while Emma Glamour's was filled with posts in which she was sympathy-baiting. But, once Louie decided to just relax, read and drink Pep!, the stupidity of the Beaks-Glamour family was forgotten and he could once again enjoy himself.

“HORROR! DISASTER! EVENT OF APOCALYPTIC MAGNITUDE!” a frantic voice suddenly came from the foyer, accompanied by the sound of doors being violently opened. Louie jumped in shock, spilling the newly opened Pep! All over himself and his comic book.

“Shit!” he cursed. (Another benefit of being home alone-nobody to yell Language! at you). The intruder in the foyer kept yelling about a disaster. For a moment Louie thought it was Gladstone but, that was not his voice.

“Mr McDuck! Della! Nephews! Anyone!” the intruder yelled. From the sound of it, he was running from one room to the next. Louie finally recognized the voice.

“Gyro?” he wondered, setting the half-empty can and his soaked comic on the counter and slipping off the chair when the scientist’s head poked into the kitchen.

“Green Nephew!” he said, relief in his voice evident, “At least somebody is in the house! Now, where’s everyone else?”

“Um, who exactly?”“Your family, you little-“ Gyro stopped himself, clutching his hands, clearly trying to stay somewhat calm, “Any other inhabitant of this house?” he said through gritted teeth.Louie shrugged, “Not at home!”“I can see that, but where are they?! I have a situation on my hands, and I need help!”“Well, mum and Huey are at the Woodchuck field trip…”“Oh right, B.O.Y.D. mentioned it…”“LP and Dewey are in St Canard at the cinema with Gos and Drake, and…wait, isn’t Uncle Scrooge at the bin with Mrs Beakley?”“No, they are on an impromptu business trip!” Gyro said, frustrated, “I hoped they popped off here to get whatever they need for the trip but, apparently I was wrong! Wait, where is the girl, the pink one?”“Oh, Webby’s with Lena and her dads, they went-““Are they in town?” Gyro cut him off.“No.”“Ugghhhh,” Gyro groaned, frustratedly pacing up and down. He noticed there was a pot of coffee on the counter. Not caring if it was rude, he took a mug from the cabinet and poured some of the black liquid for himself as Louie observed, almost afraid to disturb the scientist.“HA!” Gyro suddenly exclaimed, turning on his heal, “Duckworth! Or Penumbra! Isn't Goldie O'Gilt in town? Can you get one of them?”“Penny is at work, Goldie has some meeting with a business partner, Duckworth is in the underworld, playing chess with Hades. He does that often, I guess it’s a ghost thing. What is going-”“What? So, you’re home alone? Is there anyone in this house who can help? An adult, preferably!”“Ok, Gyro-““Dr Gearloose for you, Green Nephew!”“Whatever, Dr Gearloose, what the hell is going on? If you need help, why don’t you ask someone from the lab?”“I would, but Fenton is dealing with that supervillain that robbed a jewellery store two hours ago, Manny is on the same business trip as your great uncle and 22 and Gandra is in Spoonerville, getting materials we need for the Ramrod model. Leaving just me and Li’l Bulb. I wasn’t even at the bin, I was at home, I slept in, which usually never happens. I’m trying this work-life balance thing,” Gyro air-quoted the words, “So I’m trying to get home earlier. I took this, erm, project home with me so I can do some more work before bed-““You know, healthy work-life balance usually doesn’t involve literally taking your work home,”“Shut up, Green Nephew I won’t be lectured by the child! So, I took this thing with me, don’t ask what it is, it’s classified…”“You are aware that I’m aware of much larger secrets than whatever this thing turns out to be and that I’m, like, one of the few people we know that can actually keep a secret?”“Would you stop interrupting me!” Gyro snapped.“Ok, ok, go on!”“So, this morning, I woke up, realized I overslept and then-disaster!” Gyro threw his arms out dramatically, “My invention was missing!”“Did it run away!”“Pth-pst-ba-ba-p-NO! It doesn’t have legs! Also, I have a security camera on each of my windows and I recorded Beagle Boys!”“Beagle Boys stole your new invention? And nothing else?”“YES!”“Weird. Why didn’t you call the police?”“Oh, you know how they are with my wildly misunderstood inventions! Well, not even wildly misunderstood this time just unfinished and possibly still a bit unstable in the wrong hands. And Beagle Boy hands are wrong hands! Now, tell me, is there anyone here, anyone at all, a relative, a friend, an ally, a sentient statue, I don’t care, anyone who can help?”“Well, there is-““Whoa, Gearloose-io!” came a tired voice from the door and Gyro turned, facing Gladstone Gander. The other man’s hair was dishevelled, and he sported eye circles that would put the most determined STEM student to shame, “Long time no see, what brings you here?""We've interacted last week..." Gyro grumbled."By the way," Gladstone completely ignored Gyro, "do you happen to have a painkiller on you? Oh coffee, thanks,” he said, reaching for Gyro’s cup but the scientist raised it above his head, scowling.“Aw come on, share a sip with an old friend!” Gladstone said, disappointed. Mumbling to himself, he started looking through the kitchen for anything caffeinatedGyro

turned to Louie, his face a mask of disbelief and betrayal, “You gotta be kidding me!”“Gear-man, come one, just one sip!” Gladstone pleaded, earning an incredulous glare from Gyro.“Even if I wanted to share my coffee with you before, which I didn’t, I wouldn’t give you any for that nickname alone,” Gyro said flatly "It's Dr Gearloose. Or at the very least, Gyro!".“Ok, fine you don’t want to share coffee, I’m making some for myself. Hey Green Pastures, where do you keep the coffee machine! Or the powder. The caffettiera! Turkish coffee pot! Anything!”“The coffee machine is right in front of you, you dumbass!” Gyro snarled.“Wait, that thing?” Gladstone stared at the old appliance in front of him, “Wow, I knew Uncle McMoneybags was cheap but using this old hunk of metal that is from what, 50? 60?”“It’s from the ‘86, the Brewmaster 2001, a pretty great coffee maker if I say so myself,” Gyro said, sipping on his coffee, annoying Gladstone.“Wow, ok, nerd. Can you help a guy out?”“Nope, you said, you’re making coffee yourself,” Gyro replied to him coldly, then leaned over to Louie, “Ok, Green Nephew, it’s just you and me after all. Ouch!” Gyro yelped as he felt a sharp pinch on his shoulder, “Yes, and you Li’l Bulb, sorry! Come on, let’s sneak out while the stupid one is distracted!”“Huh?” Louie stared at Gyro, confused.“I can’t handle the Beagle Boys alone, I need help! And you’re going to help me!” Gyro grabbed Louie’s arm and started pulling the boy towards the kitchen door.“What? Wait, hold on! How about you tell me what this mysterious invention is!”“It’s not really that important!” Gyro huffed.Li’l Bulb started blinking, “.. - .----. ... / .- / ..-. . -. - --- -. .. ..- -- -....- .--. --- .-- . .-. . -.. / . .-.. . -.-. - .-. .. -.-. / --. ..- .. - .- .-./, .... .. --. .-.. -.-- / ..- -. ... - .- -... .-.. .!”“Li’l Bulb! I told you not to tell anyone!” Gyro said, seeming embarrassed, “Luckily, only Hat Nephew knows-““A Fentonium powered…wait, that can’t be right!” Louie said as Gyro buried his face into his hands, it was over, his dignity was ruined, “Wow, I have to brush up on Morse code!”“Since when do you know Morse code?” Gyro muttered into his hands.“Since Beakley made us all learn it! But apparently, I have to brush up before her next test-not that I care, I just don’t want to deal with her because I think Li’l Bulb signalled the word guitar and that can’t be right!”The only answer Gyro gave was a desperate whimper.“Wait! Holy crap I got it right! It is a guitar!”“Ngghh…I’m ruined…” Gyro groaned.“Why would you make a Fentonium powered electric guitar?” Louie asked.“Better question,” Gladstone asked, having given up on figuring the coffee machine out but delighted to have miraculously found a stack of strong black tea. He was looking at his reflection in the microwave while trying to get his fringe to behave, “why are you so flustered about it, from the way you are acting I would guess it’s Fentonium powered…something much less PG! If you get what I mean!”“EW!” Gyro and Louie said and then exchanged a brief glance of ace comradery.“Back to my question,” Louie cleared his throat, “why would you make-““I don’t know! OK?!” Gyro threw out his hands in frustration, “I was having an inventor’s block!”“I still don’t see how a guitar is dangerous, are Beagle Boys singing that badly?” Louie said as Gladstone turned his attention back to the coffee making contraption in front of him.“Fentonium. Powered. Guitar.” Gyro said as if speaking to a small child, “Unstable, probably. I don’t know, I haven’t fully tested it. It shouldn’t cause too much damage, I haven’t had any incidents in a while, but I don’t want to risk it. I have no idea what I was doing, I wanted to scrap the whole thing today, but they had to choose last night, of all nights, to break into my apartment!”“Oh my god, what are they thinking! Putting Beagle Boys in a show!” Gladstone suddenly said, and Gyro blanched.“Wha-wha-what did you just say?” He looked at Gladstone who drinking tea, completely ignoring Louie and Gyro. He snapped his head as if he just

realized the other two people were still there.“Ok, so, there is this music show at the Great Duckburg Plaza. Kind of like amateur hour, where pretty much anyone can apply as long as they can sing or play semi-decently. I follow it each year, I’m waiting for their last-minute audience tickets giveaway because I get them, every year, naturally,” Gladstone said, “and they just announced that Beagle Boys of all people are competing this year!”“Let me see that!” Gyro rushed over to him.“Huh, they have pretty sweet guit-HEY! Gladstone complained as Gyro snatched his phone and looked at the Beakbook post.“Blathering blatherskite! This is bad!”“Yes, I know, it will totally ruin the vibe!” Gladstone said, looking over Gyro’s shoulder, “As far as I know there isn’t like a Bop Beagle! You know, so his songs are a bop!”“There are Blues Beagle, Bebop Beagle and Boogie Beagle, and they are not that bad but from this post, they don’t seem to be the ones that applied for the show,” Louie said, having recognized the familiar faces of Big Time, Bruiser and Burger Beagle, "It's the usual trio. And also, huh, that’s weirs, Bluescreen Beagle? I thought Mrs Beakley just made him up that one time she was training us for fighting F.O.W.L. Why add him?”“The rule is that you need a band of four members or more,” Gladstone said, “I’m pretty sure the organizer is simply a huge fan of barber quartets! Therefore, the four-member rule!”“Oh, no, no no…”“Oh come on, Gear-man! Barber quartets can be fun!”“Dr Gearloose…is your secret invention…that electric guitar?” Louie said, looking at Gladstone’s phone and seeing the guitar, a nicely made, but otherwise unremarkable instrument, that Big Time Beagle was holding.Gladstone did a spit take, “What? You really invented a guitar?”“You really weren’t following the conversation?” Louie asked.“I thought you two were pulling my leg or something!”Gyro groaned. This was a disaster.“Dr-““Yes. Yes, Green Nephew, my invention is that guitar! Happy! I can’t even call it inventing, it’s reinventing at best! I was in a bit of a rut regarding Ramrod progress and then, I had this moment of brilliant inventive inspiration! But then I forgot what I wanted to do with the guitar, told you, inventor’s block! I took it home to work on it. Tried a bunch of things, but I couldn’t find a use for it that makes sense! So, I decided to scrap the project, get rid of it first thing in the morning! I would work through the rut somehow!”“So, what does it do? The guitar?”“Well, it should help with the performance, however instead of it acting like autotune…I think I accidentally made it so it makes people think you sound good!”“What?”“So what I’m hearing is…you made a brainwashing guitar?” Gladstone asked.“It was an accident!”Louie stared at him, “How the fuck, do you make a brainwashing guitar by accident!”“I’m a mad scientist, what do you expect! And it’s not brainwashing, it just…changes your perception! I never intended on using it, ok?”“Ok, so what I’m getting here,” Gladstone said, “Is you made this crazy guitar, and now you should try to snatch it back. Why not just call the police?”“Police and my inventions don’t mix well!”“He is just terrified of his co-worker’s mum appearing!”“Do you want to risk officer Cabrera coming here?” Gyro asked, raising his eyebrow. “Mr. Former President of Louie’s Kids?”“You know what, I think that between the three, wait, four of us, can’t forget Lil Bulb, we can figure this out!” Louie concluded.“Ugh…” Gyro buried his face back into his palms. “How do I get it back?”Louie thought for a moment, “Wait!” He turned to Gladstone, “You mentioned tickets? Like one ticket, two tickets?”“Um, usually two? But I can apply my name twice. I’m sure I’d win both times. But if you want to get to the guitar, you need to have access to the performer’s lounge. And I don’t think I can just get there, with all the luck in the world. Or maybe I could, I probably could!”“I don’t need probably! I need 100% certainty!” Gyro snapped, “Green Nephew! You once schemed your way into a fancy gala, you can certainly find your

way into this place!”“Wow, Gyro-” Louie looked at him, genuinely touched.“Dr Gearloose!”“Whatever, I’m flattered! Thinking of my skills immediately! Unfortunately, I have to disappoint, if this competition is today, we have a problem. Last time things took me days, weeks to figure out and to formulate a perfect scheme to get in! This time, I don’t have weeks!”“Hypothetically,” Gyro said, “if we had those tickets, could we sneak into the lounge?”“Nuh-uh! Gladstone said, rubbing his head. He could still use a painkiller, “look, I may be the most amazing duck in the world, but I’m no spy. And neither are you and Green-Bean. If we had Webby or Mrs B. with us, it could probably work. No scratch that, it would definitely work because the guards would take one glance at Mrs B. and decide that losing their job is better than fighting her. This way, only if we get your little buddy there to sneak in.”“And how is Li’l Bulb supposed to carry the guitar out by himself? We must get to that lounge! I can’t believe I’m discussing this with you two!” Gyro shook his head, “You especially!” he pointed to Gladstone.“Hey, loose-io, I’m trying to help, am I not,” Gladstone said, somewhat offended.As a response Gyro slumped into one of the chairs, groaning “This is a nightmare…”“When is this competition?” Louie asked.“In three hours,” Gladstone said, “Oh look, I got my free tickets!”“Ok, how about, we go in and I zap all the Beagle Boys with a ray gun from the audience!” Gyro suggested, his eyes gleaming maniacally.“Yeah, I think that will definitely end up with police interfering!” Gladstone pointed out.“Ok, we have one option, the audience tickets, but we need to get to the lounge,” Louie thought out loud.Li’l Bulb blinked, “-- .- -.-- -... . / - .... . -.-- / .- .-. . / .-.. --- --- -.- .. -. --. / ..-. --- .-. / ...- --- .-.. ..- -. - . . .-. ... --..-- / - --- / .... . .-.. .--. / --- ..- - --..-- / --- .-. / ..-. --- .-. / .-- --- .-. -.- . .-. ...!”“You brilliant piece of technology!” Gyro said, “That could work!”“What, what could work?” Gladstone asked, “We’re not all fluent in Morse code here!”“Uncle Gladstone, check if they have any applications for volunteers to help out during the competition, or for contactors! That’s what Li’l Bulb suggested!”“Looking, and…nothing! There is just a last-minute application for musicians, performers.”“Where?”“Here, I just stumbled upon it! But I mean, this time it is just an accident, not my luck shining through. I mean, you must print this out and then go and have it verified in their office and…Green Bean? Why are you looking at me like that?”“Let’s just say," Louie said, putting his fingers together like an evil mastermind in a spy film, "it’s a good thing Gyro didn’t call the police!”“Whoa! You are going to forge something, aren’t you? You really are a sneaky one!” Gladstone ruffled Louie’s hair, “I’m still totally not following your plan!”“Well, there is a legal way of entering…” Louie shrugged. “And then there is the create a fake band and get in way of entering!”“Us, forming a fake band?” Gyro sounded sceptical, looking at Li’l Bulb for advice, who shrugged. It couln’t hurt. “Eh, fine, it’s not like I have many options here,” Gyro said.“So fake band and a forged application it is!” Louie said cheerfully.“Just one issue,” Gladstone pointed out, “Remember? You need four members! And I don't think they will count your tiny robot!”“What?” Gyro and Louie said in unison.“What do you mean,” Gyro asked further.“Oh, who is not listening now?” Gladstone asked, “You wondered why there is a fourth Beagle Boy there and I told you-you must have four members to apply. Because the organiser is just a huge barber quartet geek!”“That last part is just your crazy crackpot theory!” Louie said, “Or not," he said as he opened the application in PDF, "The application is requiring me to either apply as a barber quartet or as a band. If we’re a band we must have an instrument!”“Well, I can sing, real nice!” Gladstone said.“He can sing like one song and he sounds kind of decent,” Louie corrected "And it's literally

singing praises to himself.".“Hey, compared to your uncle who is in a band my singing voice is angelic!”“Pfft, that doesn’t say much, compared to Donald my singing voice is angelic,” Gyro snorted, “However, that doesn’t matter because Donald can play a guitar, a contrabass, a cello and a harmonica and probably something else I’m forgetting! So having Donald here right now would be really useful!”“Ok, I can kind of sing too,” Louie said, “I mean, I’m not going to do it on stage for two reasons. Firstly, it’s simply not my thing. And secondly, If Dewey learned I was stealing” Louie air-quoted the word, “one of his things he would kill me in my sleep and I love life.”“Yeah, Green Nephew, we’re going to get in with two subpar vocals, I thought you were the sharper than the sharpies! You just said we need an instrument!”“Hey, I’m just throwing suggestions out there!”“I mean, it is amateur hour,” Gladstone said, “we just have to not suck completely, which I think Lou and I can pull off!”“No, no we can’t, I can’t even play Do-re-mi scale on a recorder!” Louie said.“Ugh, why did I get this stupid Idea! Stupid, stupid Gyro!” The chicken started hitting himself over the forehead.“Ok, don’t beat yourself over it-literally!” Gladstone tried to stop him.Louie sat and thought, “Wait a minute! Uncle Donald’s band!”“Yeah, green Nephew, we know! But, if you haven’t noticed, your uncle is out at the sea and neither of his friends are here!”“That is not entirely correct! One is! Mum mentioned that, when she gets back from the trip tonight, she is going for drinks with José! He has a few days off from work and his last plane is landing in Duckburg! He should have landed by now! We have a musician! A good musician!”“Wait a minute!” Gladstone said suddenly, taking a sip of black tea he made for himself, “I just remembered something else! This tea is really strong, by the way! Gyro!” he turned to the scientist with a wide grin, “Do you remember college days?”“Oh no…”“Oh yes! You played the banjo back then!”Louie’s eyes grew wide, and he turned to Gyro, even Li’l Bulb seemed surprised, “What?” Louie asked. “No, I can’t see it…”Gyro sighed, “Yes, it’s true. I can play the banjo. My father taught me when I was a kid,” he said, giving up a pretence of being embarrassed. It was a fond memory. “I’ll tell you that story later,” he promised to Li’l Bulb who, having overcome his initial surprise, seemed offended to not have known this fact before.The next moment, Gyro snapped out of his nostalgia, “Wait, wait, wait. Are we really going in with as a Banjo-whatever Jose is playing now-duo, with two semi-decent vocals and a forged application? Of all the insane plans I’ve been a part of…”“Do you have a better plan?” Louie asked.“No.”“In that case, we’re going with this plan!” Louie said. “Come on, we don’t have much time. Also, let's grab some fancy clothes on our way, just in case we end up on stage somehow. I would like to avoid actually performing. We’re taking Gladstone’s car and Uncle Gladstone, you’re driving!”“But my head still hurts! Why me? Why am I even part of this plan?”“You have painkillers in the medicine cabinet in the pantry. And you’re coming because I have what is very much barely slapped together and we could use some luck. Also, you have information on this competition which Gyro and I lack!” Louie said.“Ok, that tracks!” Gladstone said, walking to the pantry to get the medicine.“Yeah, but why is he the one driving?”“Because with him behind the wheel, we’re going to get all the green lights!” Louie walked out of the room.Gyro opened his mouth to protest and then frowned, “I can’t believe I’m saying this…but I can’t argue with that logic!”…..“Ola, amigos! Come in, come in!” José invited them into the small rental apartment where he settled for a few days during the break, “Gladstone, Gyro haven’t seen you since the big battle! And Louie, how are you!”“Can we skip the pleasantries,” Gyro moved so he could avoid José’s hug.“Still not a hugger, I see. Gyro, there is no need to rush, let’s sit down-““There is quite a bit of a need to

rush in fact!” Gyro bristled. “Haven’t you heard Green Nephew over the phone?”“Gyro, por favor, acalme se!”“Pleeeaasee….” Gyro said through gritted teeth, “don’t tell me to calm down!”“Yeah, he’s been like this the whole drive!” Gladstone said.“Because you kept stopping the car to pick up 20$ that would land in front of the car!” Gyro bristled. “What’s the point of you driving to catch the green wave, if you’re going to stop every two minutes!”“Hey, you got 20$?” José asked, “I forgot my debit card in the airport and I’m practically broke till I getit back. And I need a cab or a train to get it back so...”“Sure, her you go Umbrella-man!”“Thank you!”“How about…our plan! You are a flight attendant! You should be aware of the importance of tight schedules!”“I am, amigo! This is why I try to keep it relaxed in my free time. But I can see this is important. Why don’t we talk about this plan over coffee? You can’t tell me you don’t have time for a coffee!”“Oh, I could definitely use one!” Gladstone said.Gyro grumbled, annoyed that he had to admit defeat, “Fine, you got me there. But only if you have a good blend!”“Now that is insulting! You think I would have a bad blend? Tsk-tsk-tsk!” José said, walking over to the kitchen cabinet. “Now, what is this plan of yours? Another Louie Duck heist?”“Yup, but much more improvised this time. Dr Gearloose, will you start?”“Ugh, fine! Ok so, I made this guitar, don’t ask why, I don’t know! So, I wanted to work on it, took it home. Realized in the middle of the night nothing will come of it, so I wanted to scrap it in the morning, but Beagle Boys broke into my apartment and, God I wish they stole my TV. But no! they stole the guitar. Anyways this guitar is…um…”“A mind control device, basically!” Louie said.“A-ba-ba-ba-ba! It is not used for mind control; it just makes you think that whatever music is played on it is good!”“You really are trying to insult me today!” José teased, “First you imply I would keep a bad coffee blend, then you tell me you made something that could keep me out of a job? Why would you make an instrument anyone can play and people think they sound good? What about talent, practice, passion for music?”“Oh, come on it’s not a big deal!” Gyro crossed his arms.“Not a big deal? Filho da mãe! How would you feel if I made some, some device that makes me sound scientific even if I’m spouting nonsense? If I say, electrical super-transforming nuclear projector, and people think I’m as smart as you, ey?”Gyro cringed, “Fine, maybe it is a big deal. To you!”“All the more reason to help us!” Gladstone said.“I would help regardless, what are friends for? But what do you need me to do, we still haven’t gotten to this part!” he poured coffee to Gladstone and Gyro, “Patinho?” José gestured with the pot to Louie, “Coffee?”“I’m 13...”“Si, coffee?”“Um, sure,” Louie shrugged and was given a mug that was more milk than coffee. “So, in order to get to Beagle Boys without storming their hide-out, which would not be a wise thing to do because everyone is out of town or working, and I do mean everyone, we need to get to them while they are at the competition. And they will be at the musician’s lounge. And only other musicians can get there, so we kind of haphazarded a band.”“You have a band now?” José asked in awe, “What do you play? What is your name?”“A-ba-ba-ba-ba! It’s just a today thing. Fake band. If we absolutely have to, we will play one song to get into the lounge and that. Is. It!”“And we need a fourth member!” Louie said.“And you were the only one available!” Gyro added.“Dude, cold!”“Oh, I’m not offended. It sounds urgent, I knew that you would grab whoever was available if there was anyone.”“It is helpful that you’re an actual musician, since, apparently, this application requires two instrument players and two vocals, if we’re applying as a band!”“And if we end up having to play in front of someone for any reason, having someone actually good at it, would be helpful,” Louie finished.“Gyro was not that bad on the banjo back in the day,” José said.“I haven’t played in years, I

had to dig the thing out from two separate piles of clothes when we stopped at my place before we got here,” Gyro said.“And what do you to play?”“Um, I’m singing,” Louie said, scratching his neck“Ok, so a banjo and two vocals did not expect to join such an unusual trio!”“You play an umbrella!” Gladstone frowned.“Yes, we’ll be a very unusual band. However,” he turned to Gladstone, “what do you play?”“I sing!” Gladstone said.“You too?”“Oh quit being weirded out, you sing in a band with Donald!”“Ok, ok, I just didn’t know it was a hobby for you!”“It isn’t, I usually only sing in the shower, and that still sounds absolutely amazing,” Gladstone said.“Well, now that I think, if it’s all the same to you and as long as it’s just an act, maybe I can pretend to be a vocal and one of you two can pretend to play…something! I may even be willing to lend my banjo!”“And what if someone asks us to show our work?” Louie asked, “I can’t play a single chord on a guitar, let alone a banjo!”“Same here. Also, no offence to your childhood memories, but I wouldn’t be caught dead with a banjo in my hands!” Gladstone said.“Fine, I’ll play! Because at this point, I’m desperate! I’m working with you two, after all!” Gyro gestured at José and Gladstone.“Wow, he really makes you feel appreciated,” Gladstone said, sipping on his coffee.“Eh, it’s Gyro on a bad day, what are you expecting,” Jose shrugged. “So, when are we getting to this show, what are we playing?”“We’re not playing anything!” Louie said.“Good, because it would take a while to rehearse,” Jose said, “and if anyone asks us to start playing, Gyro and I will improvise.”“I’m not great at improvising! And we won’t improvise because we’ll get in, grab the guitar and then leave!”“Ok, no playing, if anyone asks, I’ll just play a few notes and we’ll say it’s a teaser for the real deal. Now, how convincing are we trying to be? Do we have costumes, suits, something?”“We just took a formal suit each,” Louie shrugged.“Just a heads up, even my formal suit is green!” Gyro said.“Do either of us look to you like someone who would have an issue with that?” José asked.“Oh, oh that should be our name-the green team!” Gladstone said, “Or that but in Portuguese. Time Verde!”“Your accent is a tad off, but not bad!” Jose complimented.“Ok, so, filling out this form,” Louie said, “Should I put it Time Verde?”“Si! Its spelled T-I-M-E V-E-R-D-E. Not a bad theme for the four of us!” Jose said, “I usually wear yellow but I do have one dark green jacket here with me!!”“No, nope, no way! I somehow agreed of being part of team science, I’m not part of any more teams!”“You are the one who pointed out you have a green formal suit,” José said. “Oh, and since Gyro and I already have matching hats, I’ll lend you two my spares so we can all match!”“Yes, I think this is one time in history that is not on St. Patrick's day that four guys who all have green formal suits are hanging out," Louie chuckled, "At least in modern history, I’ve seen aunt Daisy’s book on fashion history and things were quite out there back in the day.”“Much more fun if you ask me,” José said, “And not today, black and white and dark blue…”“And brown, don’t forget brown!” Gladstone said.“What is wrong with brown?” Gyro pulled his vest closer to him.“Nothing, but I don’t see you wearing all brown either, Gyro,” Gladstone shrugged, “You are defying norms in the way you dress.”“Of course I do! Why would I want to blend in with the boring masses?”“Speaking of the way we’re dressing, how about an extra uniform touch?” Gladstone asked, “Red Bow ties!”“That is my thing! José is already stealing my hat thing,” Gyro said“I’m most certainly not, we have both been wearing straw hats since forever!”“Nobody is stealing my red bow tie thing!”“I’ve worn one as a kid!” Gladstone said.“I’ve worn mine since I was a toddler!” Gyro countered.“Dr Gearloose, nobody is trying to steal your thing. Well, except maybe Huey and B.O.Y.D., both are partial to red bow ties.”“Red is Red Nephew’s whole thing, it would be absurd to expect him to wear any other shade of a bow tie other

than red. So he doesn’t count. And B.O.Y.D. is an exception,” Gyro said with a warm smile.“I still wore it first, back when I was a kid!” Gladstone said stubbornly.“Well, I’m older than you, and I wore it when I was a kid. And since I was a kid before you, I wore it before you! Case closed.”“Are you really fighting over who gets to wear red ties?” José asked, coming out of the bedroom dressed in a green suit and offering hats to Louie and Gladstone.“Let’s just get dressed, get there and get this over with! And Green Nephew, you better forge that application like our lives depend on it!”“Gyro, it’s like you don’t even know me!”“It’s Dr Gearloose for you!”………Three men and one teenager dressed in green were at the performers’ entrance.“Sorry we came a bit last minute,” Jose said to the woman behind the desk, “there was a huge jam at Avian Avenue!”“Whatever,” the young pig, speaking with a pronounced midwestern accent and who seemed thoroughly disinterested with her job, said, “Just one question. Why is there a kid in your band?”“Well, see senhorita, the three of us,” he threw his arms around Gyro and Gladstone, much to Gyro’s chagrin, “are the best of friends. We always wanted to play together!”“Great, what a riveting story. I just want to know why there is a kid?” the woman asked, not sparing them a glance.“Well,” José said, but then Gladstone leaned forward, as Gyro pulled himself free from a side-hug.“Look, lady, between you and me, the kid isn’t any good. But he is my nephew, you know, I had to bring him in. See, his mother-““Yeah, I don’t care! I just have to ask about a kid if there is a kid, my boss says so because kids can only apply if they are relatives to the other performers. And he is, so it's fine” the woman said, barely glancing at the application form, “Things seem to be in order, go in! Check in with that guy!” she pointed to one of the guards.Jose repeated his story at the guard, a brown dog, but he was not as easily deterred as the woman.“Now wait for a second, when did you fill out this form?”“Three days ago, as it says!” Gyro snorted, “What, do you think we’re falsifying an application form for a music show?”“Well, now-““Hey, 20$!” Gladstone exclaimed, grabbing the guard’s attention.As Gladstone started to bend over to grab the bill, the guard reached forward as well, grabbing it, “It must’ve fallen out of my pocket!” he said, “wait, where are you going?” he called after them as the slipped into the musician lounge, “Ah, screw it as if someone would ever falsify a form to play here.”“Ok, that was close!” Gyro said, “Green Nephew, what was with the form? Why did he find an issue?”“I had, like five minutes to fill it out and make everything seem legit and like we filled it out and had it verified on time! I had to figure out how to sign the woman from their head office in the most generic way possible because I never saw her signature! But at last,” Louie grinned proudly at his quick work, “We’re in, aren’t we!”“Thanks to Gladstone quick thinking! Good work with those fake 20$!” José patted the duck-goose on the shoulder.“Yes, that was…an acceptable example of quick thinking, you have earned the tiniest possible bit of my respect!” Gyro muttered.“Huh? Oh, yes, yes…quick thinking!”“The 20$ just randomly appeared for you as they always do, didn’t it?” Louie asked flatly.“Yes, yes it did!”“And, you ruined it! Losing even that tiniest bit of respect. Fascinating!” Gyro teased.“Oh, wow, so sad to lose the respect of all-important Gyro Gearloose!” Gladstone rolled his eyes. Gyro opened his beak to retort something angrily.“Hey, hey, guys!” Louie snapped his fingers to get their attention, “focus! We’re in. How and why doesn’t matter, but" he said smugly, "It’s because I managed to forge an application form with an acceptable date on it, you’re welcome.”Gladstone wondered if he was supposed to be the responsible adult, he was the boy’s uncle after all, and tell him that, while he did a great job, forging was usually the bad thing to do. But he decided that was Donald’s and Della’s job.“Ok, we’re in. Now what?”

he asked.“Now we find the Beagle Boys, Bouncer, Burger and Big time. And also Blue Screen.”“Gyro do you see anyone?” José wondered.“Why are you asking me,” Gyro asked.“You are the tallest.”“Ugh, fine. No, that’s not them…and no, that’s just four dads in red shirts and, ah yes! I’m spotting one of them. It’s Bouncer! Big Time is next to him, he is the one with my guitar. They are dressed in blue. Why blue? Their signature colour is red! And there is one with…blue fur?”“Blue Screen. Will check with Webby if she knows why he is blue later,” Louie said, “Is ma Beagle there?”“No Ma Beagle…that’s odd,” Gyro said. “She is always with them on bigger heists, to make sure they don’t screw up!”“Yes, that is the second oddity of this entire case,” Jose said.“And the first is?” Gyro asked“Why would they steal your guitar?”“Apparently, they wanted to be in a band!” Gyro snapped.“José has a point though,” Louie said, “I was so focused on getting us in and getting the guitar back that I didn’t think about why they wouldn’t steal your TV, laptop, cash, those expensive books you have…” he frowned, “Ok, scratch that last part, Beagle Boys wouldn’t recognize an expensive book if they found one bound in gold.”“Are you implying someone ordered them to steal the guitar?” José asked.“But who would know, I’m literally the only person who knew about it, Well, me and Li’l Bulb. Nobody else, not Cabrera, not Dee or Manny, I haven’t even told B.O.Y.D”“Well, we do know that one person likes to record other people using drones and his favourite targets are those he can steal inventions from. And he was just bailed out of prison after being there for what, two weeks? After the Waddlehelper incident,” Louie said.“BEAKS!” Gyro growled, as Li’l bulb turned red and blinked in a pattern that would most certainly be censored in any Morse code speaking circle, “For once I thought I would be rid of that waste of cells for a while, but no! His mummy bailed him from jail!”“Oh, don’t mention his name around me! I was once tending the first-class section while he was on the plane. The worst shift of my career!” José said.“I don’t have any beef with him, but I’m going to scowl with you all to feel included!” Gladstone said, yawning. His hangover was not over.“So, you think Beaks was spying on Gyro, went to Ma Beagle, hired Beagle Boys to steal the guitar from him and he now, what? Wants to show off how good it works?” José asked.“No. Ma Beagle despises Beaks!” Louie frowned, “I think that the only people that despise him more than she are our family, Team Science and Glomgold! The only thing Uncle Scrooge agrees on with both Ma Beagle and Glomgold is that Beaks sucks! Why would she agree for her sons to work for him, even for one job?”“Money?” Gladstone suggested.“Doubt it,” Louie said, “I mean, I’m not saying she would never do it, but she is not here. So, that is leading me to believe Big Time, Bouncer and Burger are working behind her back! And they roped Blue Screen in because they needed a fourth guy. Also, he is one of the few Beagle Boys that is good with tech.”“Oh well, it’s a pity that we haven’t figured that sooner, before we went through this whole charade because now, our solution is simple,” Gyro said. He and Louie exchanged a smirk. “Green Nephew, do you happen to have a contact from Ma Beagle?”“Dr Gearloose, are you asking me if I have a contact of one of my family’s greatest enemies? It’s like you don’t even know me!” Louie put his hand over his chest in feigned offence, then smirked, “Of course I do! As well as a handy alias and fake Eggstagram profile that I can use to send her whatever information needs to be sent without raising suspicion.”“Perfect,” Gyro smiled deviously, handing Li’l Bulb his phone, “Li’l Bulb, you know what to do!”Li’l bulb skipped away. Less than two minutes later Louie got a video sent from Gyro’s number. It showed the four Beagle Boys laughing about having gotten a job themselves, behind Ma’s back.“Lil’ Bulb, you couldn’t have captured a better moment!” Louie said, “Aaand…send!“Who-ho-ho, who do my eyes see!” the four

suddenly heard a very familiar, very annoying voice. Gyro and Louie scowled. Jose looked like he was having a war flashback. Gladstone never had direct contact with Mark Beaks but at one point, he did own a Waddle phone. Gladstone’s phones never broke. Ever.Except for his Waddle phone. The low quality of those things managed to even surpass the effect of his luck. Which was saying a lot. And was also utterly infuriating. Also, he was still hungover, and the presence of the parrot somehow made his symptoms worse, which made him very, very annoyed.“Beaks,” Gyro said, with all the politeness he could muster. In other words, he sounded like he was greeting three-day-old roadkill.“Came to the watch the show? Or are you, oh my, you are making a band! I can’t believe this! The most ridiculous thing I’ve heard! Here let me take a picture of you, you will become a meme so fast!”“Don’t. You. Da-““And click! You are so cute like you’re going to St. Patrick's day! Well, yeah that’s right, you are Irish, right, Green Kid? Just like your great-uncle!”“Hey, we’re Scottish! Huh, I never felt the need to yell that defensively before.”“What are you doing here?” Gyro sneered, “This is a musician only area!”“But you are here, aren’t you!” Beaks laughed, “Oh right, you believe you can make a band! Usually they don’t let anyone who is not a musician here, but there is a surprising amount of things money can buy! Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!”.“You know I really miss that lovely time two moments ago when Gladstone was the most annoying person near me!” Gyro said.“Gearloose, Green Kid, mixed-guy,” beaks said and everyone had a rare opportunity to see a genuinely offended Gladstone, “and, oh my, I remember you! You are my little Spanish plane waiter amigo!” Beaks said to Jose.“It’s flight attendant, and please, do not use the word amigo. The way you say it makes me never want to use my own mother tongue again. Also, I’m Brazilian!” Jose said with a frown.“Same thing,” Beaks said, and Jose looked like he was about to commit murder with his umbrella. “Anyways, how about a picture?” He turned to them, ready to snap a selfie.“How about not,” Gyro groused.“Too late, I’ve already snapped a picture of all five of us!” Beaks turned his attention back to his phone, “Hashtag hanging out! Hashtag amigos! Oh, you half duck half goose! You must’ve been a cute child! Mixed species children are always soo cute! Pity it didn’t hold!”Suddenly Gladstone had much more understanding for Donald’s and Della’s need to hit things. Or in this case, people. Or one person.“So, I’m assuming you saw the totally awesome team my company is sponsoring!” beaks said, ignoring the four angry, burning pairs of eyes, “The Beagle Band, yes I will make them the most viral thing! Hashtag the best band. Hashtag, I’m amazing! Yeah, we have this totally amazing deal where they got me what I needed for my newest project anyone can be a musician, you don’t even have to try, and I let them play my newest invention, The Waddleuitar!”“You mean a group of criminals you hired to rob my apartment to get to my invention?” Gyro said, somehow keeping his cool. The fact that Beaks was, only a minute ago, making fun of Time Verde was ridiculous. Gyro would never describe himself as a musician, let alone a band member. But their band, fake as it was, was certainly ten times better than The Beagle Band, “Which, by the way, that name is the worst thing I ever heard and I will invent a memory-erasing ray just to-““Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean you don’t even have to try to be a musician!” Jose cut in, holding his umbrella like a rapier, threatening to poke Beaks in the chest with it.“Hey, hey hey, I’m not the one who thought of the idea! The Beagle Boys suggested they steal something from Gearloose for me and I just figured what to steal!” Beaks said, “I also found a way to utilize the guitar! Pew, pew, pew, pew!”“So now you fully admit that you can’t come up with your own ideas?” Gyro asked, his arms crossed, still annoyed but deriving a lot of enjoyment from the interaction as well.“Worse, Dr

Gearloose, he is saying that even Beagle Boys have better ideas than him!”“Yes, I’m owning it! Hashtag be true to yourself, hashtag sharing ideas, is just like having your own ideas! Besides, you can’t prove anything! Your little guitar, or rather Waddleuitar-““Stop saying that word, it’s like nails on a chalkboard to my ears!” Gyro and Jose said in unison.“…is not patented. So it’s mine!”“You had it stolen,” Gyro said flatly, “From my apartment.”“No, the Beagle Boys stole it. I should have figured a long time ago that I can always have aid, I just have to surpass the dreaded-“A loud crash of a door being removed from its hinges cut through the room. The security guards scattered at the presence of the person in the doorframe.“MA!?!?!” came a sudden worried exclamation from the four Beagle Boys in the room as every other musician rushed to the back of the lounge or into the bathrooms and changing rooms, avoiding the rage of the short woman.“YOU THREE! HOW DARE YOU, YOU IMBECILES! YOU DISGRACES!”“Ma! We didn’t-““SHUT YOUR YAPS! WORKING WITH THAT, THAT, THAT…” even Ma beagle couldn’t think of an appropriate insult for Mark Beaks, “WITH MARK BEAKS! IF YOU WORKED WITH SCROOGE MCDUCK HIMSELF, AT LEAST IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A PROPER BETRAYAL! AND IT WOULD HURT LESS! THIS IS BENEATH US! AND STEALING JOBS FROM YOUR BROTHERS, BLUES, BOOGIE AND BEBOP BEAGLE! YOU ARE LUCKY I’M A GOOD MOTHER AND I WON’T DISOWN YOU! MOVE IT! AND LEAVE THAT INSTRUMENT THERE, NO PIECE OF TECH THAT HAS MARK BEAK’S NAME ON IT WIL ENTER MY HOUSE!”“Actually, it’s from Gearloose-““I DON’T CARE WHERE IT’S FROM, LEAVE IT!”“Yes, Ma!”“And you!” Ma beagle approached the Time Verde and Beaks, pointing her cane at the grey parrot, ignoring the presence of the other four even as Beaks tried to hide behind Gyro. “How dare you use my boys like that! They are sensitive, stupid, naïve souls, those four!”“Well, it was a good business opportunity-““SHUT UP!” Ma and Gyro both yelled.You!” she pointed to Gyro.“I’ll have you know, I had nothing to do with this! I was robbed by, erm, well, your sons and-““Heh, my sons, robbing a nerd like you,” Ma said, taking in Gyro’s lankiness, “I could be proud of them!”“Well, um…” Gyro fumbled, unsure whether this interaction was going well for him or not.“If they weren’t total wimpy idiots and only stole this? What even is this?” she shook the guitar in her hand,“Hey that is my invention that I,” gyro stopped mid-sentence, “You know what, honestly you’re right. I have no idea what I was thinking! That is the worst thing I made in my life!”“Right! I know what garbage comes from McDuck labs to the junkyard, and your garbage is usually better than this. Him wanting it,” she pointed to Beaks who was by that point cowering behind Gladstone, “I get that. He is an idiot, but I hope that the nerdiest, scrawniest nerd my biggest enemy employs would think of something better, something worthy of stealing!”“Well, heh, hate to disappoint…”“Take your dumb guitar with you,” she threw the instrument at Gyro, who caught it awkwardly“Um, actually, it’s Waddleuitar!” Mark Beaks spoke up.“No, I’m not calling it that, that is stupid!" Ma shook her head, "The invention is stupid but not that stupid! So take that dumb guitar and go!” she turned around, and tried to walk out of the musician lounge only to be stopped by the security.“Well, well, well,” Beaks said, “looks like it’s just us and-““Um, sir, I’m going to need you to come with us!” One of the security guards said.“What, but I’m Mark beaks!”“All the more reasons for you to come. She tells us you hired her sons to do the robbery!”“Yes, but they are the ones who robbed my dear colleague Gyro Gearloose here, us, both tech geniuses”“Please never refer to you and me as us in any context,” Gyro said. “And we’re not colleagues. You are simply an embarrassment to the field!”“Sir, you’re going to have to come with us! You’ve been accused of hiring robbers while on parole. That is a serious offence, and we will use force if we need to!”“Ugh, fiiineee! But I’m Tweeting bad things about you, security guard

Peet!”The security guards led the Beagle Boys, Ma and Beaks away.Louie, Gyro, Gladstone and Jose stood in shock.“Well that was…”“Surprisingly easy,” Louie said.“So, we could have just tipped Ma Beagle off this entire time, and we wouldn’t have had to go through the entire charade,” Gyro said, sounding a bit shell-shocked.“Would you believe that this was not the weirdest thing that happened to me?” Jose asked.“Well, we are all connected to the McDuck family, so it’s only natural-““No, no Gyro, I mean, outside of me hanging out with Donald and the rest of the family. At work, I’ve had weirder thing than this happen!”“So, what now?” Gladstone asked, yawning again. “My head hurts!”“Well, now I go to the lab, and I ask Gizmoduck to destroy this with a rocket launcher,” Gyro pointed to the guitar, “Or maybe I should just delete it from existence using a plasma gun. That way my shame will forever be erased!”“Ok, yeah I get that but what do we do?” Gladstone asked, “We’re still technically performers.”“I’m not getting out on that stage,” Gyro said, lifting his banjo up, “Playing this thing during college next to a bonfire was one thing. But I’m not a performer!”“I am, but I already have a band. You guys are great, but you can’t beat my Caballeros!”“And I don’t want to be murdered in sleep by my own brother for stealing his thing,” Louie said, “so, we’re leaving!”The four approached to exit, only to be met by the stage manager, “You can’t leave!”“We can!” Louie said.“No, no you can’t. By signing the application form-““We all agreed to the terms and conditions,” Louie interrupted him, “Is that what you were going to say?”“Um…yes…”“Well, according to the terms and conditions, a child can be a part of the band as long as they are related to one of the adult members. For which, you need proof. However, you have not asked us for that proof, which means, you messed up!”“If you don’t have proof, you messed up!”“Um, no. See, I have birth certificates of my entire family saved on my phone. For just this reason. I could very well show you that Gladstone and I are related. He is my maternal uncle. However, the application desk lady did not ask us for proof, so you are the one to blame!”“You should have given proof!”“Oopsie, forgetful us!” Louie said, “You know, I could have been a smuggled child this whole time, and you haven’t even checked. Suck an oversight…”“All, right, all right! Fine! You can leave!” The security guard said, “What child reads terms and conditions?” he muttered to himself.“You are leaving them just like that?” the other guard, the same one that gave them hard time before asked.“Hey, look, 20$!” Gladstone exclaimed and the security guard turned around.“Run!” Gladstone ordered and the other three birds clad in green did not have to be told twice, pushing next to the confused security guards, and leaving tha plaza, Louie taking the guitar from Gyro so the scientist didn’t have to run carrying two instruments.“Lou that was…” Jose said with a grin.“Risky! What if the woman asked you for the papers!”“Please! I had three back-up plans! And the backup backup plan that included reminding them of who my great uncle is, but you can’t always count on that, some pure uncorrupted soul could be in one of those uniforms! Therefore, I used loopholes,” Louie shrugged.“And good thing Gladstone saw another 20$!” Jose said.“Oh no, I was totally lying this time! There was nothing there!” Gladstone smirked, “But look! Hey, 20$!” he picked up a bill that landed next to him. “I need this to go to the pharmacy to buy some painkillers!”“So, Gyro, are you up for a jam session in the park?”José offered.“No, I have a day off. However, first, I really should go to the lab to have this disassembled. Wait, where is Li’l bulb? Oh no, we left him in the lounge! I’m going back for him!” He said, but then Li’l bulb suddenly ran up to them holding a blowtorch and pointed it to the guitar, melting parts of it untill in only vaguely resembled the instrument.“Where did you get that!” Gyro asked.Li’l bulb pointed to a nearby cake shop.“Well, give it back!

They need it for caramel! But good job, this is destroyed now!”“Up for a jam session now?”“What? Still no! I’m off to a museum, I promised Li’l Bulb we’ll go. He was under repair on Saturday, when I went there with B.O.Y.D. After I leave my banjo at home.”“Ugh, the museum! Why not something fun!” Gladstone said, “Also, I did not want to say anything before, but you are playing the stupidest instrument! You’re not even from the south, why banjo?”"Fenton is playing bagpipes, and he is Latino, you can learn whatever instrument!” Gyro noted.Gladstone frowned, “Ok, why are you scientists all choosing, like the lamest instruments! You with the banjo and Purple Tie seriously plays the bagpipes? Wow, talk about being lame…”“Hey, you can’t even-“ Gyro spoke up.“HIT THE DECK!” Louie jumped behind a park bench. He glanced around from his hidden position for a few moments, and then crawled back on his feet, dusting his suit off.“What was that about?” Jose asked.“You don’t insult bagpipes unless you want Scrooge to burst in with a two-hour lecture on bagpipe music history,” Louie shuddered, “I learned it the hard way!”“Yeah, Green-Bean, I know! But that is only important when he is around and, if I realized it correctly, he is on a business trip, so he can’t exactly materialize next to us!”“I’m not risking it,” Louie said, looking around the room suspiciously. “Ok, I guess it’s-““Now, where are those lads!” they suddenly heard a familiar Scottish brogue.“Gear-man? Where is that museum you were just talking to us about?”“Yes that…that sounds…fun!” Louie said, dreading the repeated lecture.“I don’t even care you are lying to care about it, you idiots, just follow me!” Gyro said, rushing off in the opposite direction from Scrooge’s voice and the rest followed.….“So, that was actually not horrible!” Louie said as the four sat on the stairs of the Museum of Technological Development “The TV room was fun!”“You are aware that the TV room, or rather, Philo Taylor Fowlsworth’ Room is actually meant to make you learn about differences of TV technology through the decades? Starting even before Fowlsworth himself, as he can’t be solely credited for the invention of the TV.”“Ok, ok, ease up on the lecture!” Louie rolled his eyes. “I’ve learned that I’m glad I live in this decade with awesome HD plasma screens and pristine picture!”“I will say, the communication section was a bit lacklustre!” Gyro shook his head, “Barely any mention of Hedy Lalark, her work during WW2 were crucial to later development of Wi-Fi!”“So, wait, without this woman, I would not be able to use the internet wherever?”“Likely not. I’m sure the discovery would have happened eventually, but maybe not by today’s time,” Gyro nodded.“Damn! The lady deserves credit! Why do I feel like you’re starting with a lecture about equality throughout history? Also, tell mum that thing about Hedy Lalark and they will have her name plastered all over. Or mum and Gandra!”“Hm,” Gyro tapped his chin, “I do like the idea of the two of them raining a storm down on the museum head for improper crediting of marginalized groups!”“The music section was severely lacking,” Jose said, “not a single theremin! Ah, qual e, they are not that unknown!”“You know what’s not lacklustre? These ice-cream cones!” Gladstone said.“No black liquorice ice-cream, though” Gyro muttered, “Disgrace. But this bitter coffee ice cream is not bad! And I do appreciate them naming the ice-cream shop after Nancy Maria Donaldson Jakreabitson!”“I can’t believe that today started with me just trying to relax and ended with listening to Gyro spouting science history trivia! It’s like every other day, like I’m around Huey!”“I can’t believe that I’m sitting on the stairs chatting and eating Ice-cream like some teenager!” Gyro said.“I still just want to sleep a bit more,” Gladstone yawned, “Another coffee?” he walked to the counter to grab three more cups, plus a hot chocolate for Louie, when he heard steps approaching them.“Well,” a familiar voice could be heard by them, “I’m glad you lads had a fun afternoon of learning!”“Oh no!

he’s here!” Louie hide behind Jose, “He heard you,” the boy glared at Gladstone accusatory.“However, now it’s time for you to learn how to properly appreciate the best instrument out there, the bagpipes!”“Uncle Scrooge can I be excused? I already heard about it?” Louie proposed.“Ah, lad, but I’ve since updated my lecture,” Scrooge said, seeming genuinely enthusiastic.“Segnor Scrooge, I would absolutely love to hear your lecture, but let me just finish what I was telling to the guys,” Jose said, “The music section in there, not only is it lacklustre but it also implied that the electronic bagpipes are, and I don’t know how to say this, it will probably be upsetting…”“Just spill it, José!”“Maybe you should sit down,” Jose continued, but then noticed Scrooge’s glare, “Ok, ok I’ll tell! They say that the electronic bagpipes are better than the traditional ones!”“What?” Scrooge growled, “Oh I will talk to the museum management immediately. And the head curator. And the music section curator! That eclectic electronical embarrassment being better than the traditional bagpipes? Tatter me tartans! Oh, they will have a piece of my mind!” his eyes blazed, “Thank you for telling me lad, this injustice has to be corrected!”Scrooge stomped off into the museum.“Wow José, good save!”“You did just condemn the museum curator to a horrible fate,” Gyro said, “However, you saved us from one, so I guess I own you a thanks!”“You’re welcome, now, let’s scram before he returns!”“Yeah, I want to be in my bed, like, right now!”“And I need to go dispose of this properly,” Gyro pointed to the duffel bag in which the remains of his guitar were.“Pena, Time Verde está se dividindo,” Jose said solemnly.“Yeah, every great band has to separate at some point!” Gladstone yawned.“Nah, we don’t have to!” Louie said, “We drop Gyro’s ruined guitar at the lab, and then we go to the manor. Gyro can pick B.O.Y.D. up there and you are going for drinks with my mum anyway!”“And Gladstone can sleep on the couch!” Gladstone said, leaning on Jose.“Ok, we need to get him to your home, he will collapse. But Time Verde stays together! Wooo!”“Yeah, yeah, we’re all happy!” Gyro grumbled, “Now let’s get to the manor before Mr. McDuck comes out of there and lectures us on the historic importance of wood types in Bagpipe making!”

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