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yandere-toons · 2 years

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MARK BEAKS

Platonic & Romantic Headcanons – Yandere

WARNING: cyberstalking, psychological manipulation.

A.N. - Brushing the dust off my DuckTales skills.

PLATONIC:

It is tough to sleep when the phone is vibrating and ringing every minute of every hour of every day. Unhooking it from the cradle or putting it in silent mode is the best route to take, for Mark Beaks is running on artisanal cold-pressed coffee and spring rolls as he types from his makeshift bed in his Waddle office.

The messages he sends tend to insult Glomgold Industries and McDuck Enterprises, complain about his parents, and give summaries of what he happens to be avoiding doing at work. Answering any of his calls leads to Mark talking for as long as the call is not dropped or hung up.

Every time his number gets blocked, he just tosses the phone onto a pile behind his desk and pulls out a new one. Mark cannot take no for an answer, and it never occurs to him that he may need to stop and rethink his actions when he keeps getting rejected.

He pushes Waddle merchandise as a way to sneak trackers into everyday life. If his plot is ever discovered, Mark has a dozen or so throwaway excuses about it enabling him to send his messages faster and provide better service. These lies are then repeated by him with the casual and dismissive attitude of someone commenting on taking out the trash.

It would take screaming at him in layman's terms for Mark to understand that the interest is not mutual. Even then, there is a fifty-fifty chance of Mark assuming that some kind of secret respect or affection for him is held and appearances are merely being kept up when he is told to quit pinging the phone.

Mark tends to thrust his opinions into the open with little provocation, and the topics he switches between range from vaguely connected to completely unrelated. He expects it all to be parroted regardless of whether he is destroying someone's social life or hyping BeaksCoin.

Getting tagged in a photo without being a part of it is a common occurrence, which Mark claims is a way to ensure that the post gets seen and liked. Not hitting the like button on one of his posts is viewed as a grave injustice and is rewarded with pushy phone calls, incessant messages, and copious notifications of the post being reposted to force it to start trending and be at the top of the feeds.

ROMANTIC:

According to himself, Mark Beaks is the most remarkable person in the world, and if anything or anyone takes attention away from him, it needs to be removed from the picture.

It is impossible to survive a social outing without Mark acting passive-aggressive towards the chosen company. He engages in everything from pretending not to hear when someone addresses him to interrupting people with off-topic comments if the conversation no longer focuses on him.

It does not help that Mark often has dubstep blasting out of his headphones or cell phone as a way to encourage other people to leave, after which he quiets the music and acts like he did not just clear the room on purpose.

Going home reveals that Mark has lambasted everyone else in the group on social media and posted multiple selfies of himself looking sad and rolling his eyes while others have fun in the background. These images are packed with accusatory hashtags and melodramatic captions, which draw gales of outspoken sympathy and support from his online followers.

Gyro Gearloose is always looking for the next reason to decry Mark, so if a phone needs to be wiped of Waddle spyware, Gyro will gladly assist and erase all layers of a digital footprint. Gandra Dee will launch a DDoS attack against the Waddle network if Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera informs her of the effort, while Fenton offers a burner phone in the meantime.

Pettiness is Mark's watchword. He believes that the free rides in his private helicopters and complimentary snow cones are enough to warrant devotion, and not responding to his messages or returning his calls within a few minutes is met with vengeful spamming.

Even though Mark is not one for physical combat and will cower if threatened with it, all it takes is a brief hug or a friendly compliment for his jealousy to spike. His version of asserting himself is to defame the source of his insecurity by way of a sea of incriminating gossip and fake news online.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

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writebackatya · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on Fenro? (Fenton x Gyro)

Oh boy.

Short answer: Not in my top DuckTales ships, but it's one I've learned to appreciate during my time in the fandom and on my second watch through of the show

Long rambling:

So first off let me just say that even before I started watching DuckTales, I was aware of Fenro. I followed an artist on Twitter who drew occasionally drew DuckTales related stuff and would retweet some things and I think that's where I came across Fenro stuff. I don't think I had any expectations for the ship but when I first watched Beware the B.U.D.D.Y. System! I remember thinking after watching the episode, "Yeah, I don't get it."

And it's not because I dislike either of the characters. In fact there really aren't any characters from DuckTales that make my blood boil or anything, they all have qualities that make them funny, unique, interesting, as well as represent some type of adventure genre that even if they're not one that's not my favorite I can understand why they're someone else's favorite

And yeah, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera is one of my favorite characters from the show; he's one I found myself relating to a lot. (Seriously, that "I am not your amigo" scene is one that hits close to home and still one of my favorite Fenton moments)

Gyro Gearloose while not my favorite character is still a character I love a lot. He's always a blast to watch and the show surprised with the development they gave him. But I remember first thinking he was too much of a dick to Fenton for that ship to work for me. (I mean seriously, Fenton's office is the bathroom! What the fuck!? At least it's better working conditions than at Amazon, I guess.)

And honestly that thought stuck with me until the episode Astro B.O.Y.D.! where my reaction after that episode was "Okay, now this can happen between the two."

Anyway, I was pretty careful to not be spoiled by anything during my first DuckTales watch through, so I avoided looking up any DuckTales related art and/or fanfiction till after I was done watching the show

So if you read any of my stuff or just follow my page you'll notice that I enjoy the Fendra ship and that Gandra Dee is one of my favorite characters (to be honest, she didn't start off as a character I liked at first she grew on me over time). And like all the other blorbos I loved from DuckTales, after I was done watching the entire show I immediately started looking up any art or stories related to Gandra Dee. To which I discovered she was indeed a character that a number of people in the fandom are not a fan of; and a good portion of those people just so happened to be Fenro shippers

Not to say I am upset that they dislike Gandra nor that I don't understand why. People are entitled to their own opinions and I don't really join fandoms to pick fights. However, anyone who has had a comfort character that was not popular in the fandom knows the pain of searching said character in tags on sites such as tumblr or AO3 and getting a good chunk of hatred towards that blorbo and how it can really dampen your day when you just wanted to look for some nice fluff or something. Unrelated note; another favorite character of mine is Della Duck

Needless to say, seeing anti-Gandra related content from Fenro shippers kinda made me have a strong dislike for the ship for awhile but it's not something I ever held onto because it's not something I want to hold onto because I like all three of those characters. And if you want my honest opinion, even though Fendra is canon I can still see Fenro happening post-canon. Mainly because I headcanon that even though Fenton and Gandra are together, I always see them both having an open relationship. Gandra has never been one to follow societal norms or rules made by the patriarchy and Fenton has a big heart. And I can just see her saying to Fenton "Look if you wanna fuck the offspring of Rusty Venture and the dean from Community that's fine with me."

But hey, if you're not down with the poly-thing that's cool. I am subscribed to the AO3 story Can't You Tell That You've Got Me Wrong by Wacky_Nameless_Inventor_24 which I am enjoying. (But yeah, I only checked out the story because I saw Della and Ganrda were in it and were being the chaotic birds that they are so yeah, I was not disappointed.)

But I do like that story because even though Fenton and Gandra are no longer together, the friendship and chemistry is still there. I just hate coming across Fenro stories that toss Gandra aside, make her no longer friends with Fenton, etc. I just love their relationship, that's all. It's cute how they see the genius in one another, can be critical but not overbearing. And whether they end up together or not in the end, I have no doubt in my mind they'd still have a good friendship with one another. Also, Gandra would be the one who would make sure the duck gets a proper office

Speaking of Gandra, can we talk about the ships she's in that don't involve her and Fenton? Cause frankly, not a big fan of some of those. Her and Steelbeak?! Really? They just worked together, he's too much of a dumbass and she's too much of smartass, I don't think they'd get along. I've seen art of Gandra and Fethry before, which I'm not against, I think it's plausible but I would love to know more about that ship from whoever keeps commissioning art from that one artist. You know who I'm talking about. I mean I think it makes more sense than her being with Steelbeak or heck even that crack ship of Fethry and Steelbeak. No I don't hate Steelbeak, just not a fan of those ships

Anyway instead let me offer some alternatives. First off, why has no one shipped Gandra with Gabby McStabberson!? They're both anti-heroes who occasionally work for evil people because damnit it's hard out there in the real world when you don't have connections with a duck that swims in gold! Plus they're both badasses

Here's a shocker: I think Della and Gandra would make a good pair. They'd love each other's chaotic side. It'd be like Fenro but way more fun.

Anyway, bottom line: I love Fenton, love Gyro, and I enjoy Fenro stuff. And if you're a Gyro/Fenro stan who clicked this post because of the Gyro Gearloose or Fenro tags and read through this post only to see me talk about how it's not my favorite ship as well as throwing a few playful jabs at your favorite blorbo, while also going on a tangent on my favorite blorbo...

But seriously, if Fenro makes you happy. That's good, keep on shipping

#writebackatya #ask response #fenro #fenton crackshell cabrera #gyro gearloose #gandra dee #fendra #ducktales 2017 #ducktales

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babywonderlandwerewolf · 1 year

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Good Vibes (DuckTales style)

Music:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSTpiRYiHok&ab_channel=ApplejackLyrics

(Taking place between seasons 2 and 3)

(Singing in bold and italic)

We open to Donald who is staring wistfully at a wishing well in the center of Duckburg downtown, still thinking about the events of the Moonvasion and getting his sister back. He proceeds to throw a coin in the wishing well.

He then sees Penumbra struggling to carry boxes of the supplies she bought for rebuilding her ship. She accidentally drops a picture frame containing a picture of her and Della.

Huey: The truth that we have come to know. Starts out small, but watch it grow.

Donald proceeds to pick up Penumbra’s picture before it drops and breaks. Penumbra proceeds to smile gratefully for this kind act.

Dewey: Taking time to help each other. Brings us close to one another

As she is walking in town, she finds Lena trying to give missing posters to find her missing amulet.

Louie and Scrooge: Beginning now starts something new. Good deeds done out of the blue.

Penumbra shows up near Lena and takes her missing amulet out of one of her boxes which had fallen in their at some point.

Donald and Della: Put your kindness to the test. You'll be amazed what happens next.

Lena holds her magic amulet near her just as Gizmoduck walks by while on his way back from stopping a crime and accidentally trips causing one of his laser arms to accidentally blast and ruin a nearby Launchpad’s Darkwing Duck poster.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: One small word can brighten the world around you.

Launchpad proceeds to cry over his ruined Darkwing Duck poster. Noticing his sadness, Lena uses her magic to fix his poster and make it even cooler looking with Darkwing Duck now carrying an grappling hook with his crashed car in the background.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: One big smile can change someone's day.

Launchpad proceeds to admire his new and improved Darkwing Duck poster just as he sees Gyro walking by with a cart full of new electronics he purchased. Suddenly, the cart’s wheel pops off which upsets Gyro.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: A helping hand goes farther than you can dream. Good vibes, so many different ways.

Noticing his struggle, Launchpad proceeds to walk up to Gyro and carry his boxes of electronics for him much to his happiness.

Scrooge: Moments that you don't expect. Spirits down, you're in the depths. The world feels like it's lost the light. But little things can make it right

As Gyro closes the trunk of his car with the electronics Launchpad carried, Dewey walks up to him distressed with a broken DJ machine. Remembering Launchpad’s kindness, Gyro smiles and decides to fix Dewey’s machine much to his happiness.

Huey and Webby: Think of all the lives you've touched. They come 'round and twice as much.

Louie is currently trying and failing to sell action figures made of the gold from the previous Spear of Selene rockets with Manny also being there as his assistant to help him.

Dewey and Louie: Friendship makes the world get lighter. Blur the lines and make it brighter.

Noticing his brother’s struggle, Dewey decides to set up his DJ music near Louie’s action figures stand and turns the music on. This attracts customers, much to Louie’s happiness.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: One small word can brighten the world around you.

Later, Louie is walking drinking a Pep can he bought with the money he gained from the golden action figures stand with Manny carrying him on his shoulders when he sees Huey on a ladder trying to build a tree display made of wooden branches for another Junior Woodchucks badge.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: One big smile can change someone's day.

As Huey finishes up his tree display, the Beagle Boys run by with Officer Cabrera chasing them. This causes the tree display to begin faltering and nearly fall.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: A helping hand goes farther than you can dream. Good vibes, so many different ways.

Noticing his oldest brother’s display about to fall, Louie immediately signals Manny to run and he uses his large stature for the display to lean on and stop it from falling. Huey opens his eyes and flashes a relieved smile at Louie.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: It only takes a moment to make someone's day. Good vibes, good vibes.

Della walks out of a burger restaurant with some food she ordered to go. Just then, she accidentally gets her scarf snagged on a branch and trips, causing the scarf to rip.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: It keeps us growing stronger, so let's hear you say.

Noticing his mother looking at her ripped scarf in sadness, Huey runs up to her and shows off his emergency stitch kit. Realizing he intends to mend her scarf, Della smiles and gives her scarf to Huey to stitch.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: Good vibes, good vibes.

Huey then shows off Della’s mended scarf to her which she smiles at.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: One small word can brighten the world around you. One big smile can change someone's day.

Just as Della continues walking, she notices a depressed Donald sitting at the wishing well. Realizing how much has happened the past week with the Moonvasion and their reunion, Della walks up to Donald and affectionately messes with the feathers on his head.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: A helping hand goes farther than you can dream.

Donald looks up and sees Della offering some of her burger place food. He smiles in happiness for spending time with his sister and accepts.

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Scrooge, Donald, and Della: Good vibes, so many different ways.

The two then sit down at the bench together, chatting like good times and eating the burgers together. Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, and Scrooge walk up and join them happily, united as a family once more.

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales #my little pony friendship is magic #equestria girls #donald duck #della duck #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #scrooge mcduck #webby vanderquck

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dellyduck · 1 year

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Traffic Court

Thanks to @kaderp, I have been down into a Pixar Cars rabbit hole for the past week.

She came up with the idea for this Cars X Ducktales AU (where the characters are still ducks, they just drive cars, thank you very much), and well, I simply had to rewrite at least one scene from the first movie into this AU.

I have lots of fun writing it, just like I’m having fun developing this AU with Kader in general, so if any of you are interested in reading, I hope you guys enjoy this “little” scene ^-^

“Radiator Springs’ traffic court, come to order!”

Dewey was used to crowded places; being the center of attention, having people screaming and yelling at him – it all came with the fame, and he normally adored all that.

However, when the courtroom’s doors shot wide open and the eight or nine people who lived in that town started getting on his face for the mess he had caused, Dewey never wished a “crowd” would ignore him so bad.

‘I don’t know what’s worse,’ he thought grumpily, as Launchpad continued pushing him through the people and to the front of the room. ‘This, or that tent of old hicks yesterday.’

Nah, this was worse. At least yesterday, Drake was there to drive him far away from those bumpkins as soon as his contractual presentation was over. With these bumpkins right now, he was stuck.

Launchpad forced him to sit on the accused’s chair. All the other seats on the front were empty, included the judge’s, and the only other person in that part of the room with him was the short yet with a fierce gaze woman that had arrested him in the first place.

Said fierce gaze didn’t intimidate Dewey in the slightest – they couldn’t really touch him there, not with him being who he was and them being a bunch of nobodies.

“Officer, talk to me babe, how long is this gonna take? I gotta get to California pronto.”

“Where’s your lawyer?” The sheriff ignored him.

Dewey rolled his eyes, “Uh, I don’t know- Aruba, maybe. He has a timeshare there.”

“If the offender has no lawyer, the courtroom will assign one for them,” quoted the sheriff, lowkey looking as tired of Dewey as he was of this place. She looked to the audience of nine people, “Anyone want to be his lawyer?”

Immediately and collectively, the town pulled their chairs one step behind. Everyone, that is, except Launchpad.

“Gee, I’ll do it, Sheriff Cabrera!” The man shrugged, looking by no means bothered by that outcome. He joined Dewey on the accused’s table and the sheriff spoke again.

“All rise. The honorable Doctor Scrooge has arrived.” Her eyes fell on Dewey again, and she added only to him, “May Doc. have mercy of your soul.”

The Duck boy gulped, that so sure feeling that nothing bad could happen suddenly nowhere to be found.

The court’s doors shot open once more, “Alright! I wanna know who’s the responsible for wrecking my town.” The voice with a tick Scottish accent was as strong as the heavy steps that followed into the room. “Sheriff, I want his head on a platter. I’m gonna put him in jail until he rots. No, scratch that- I’m gonna put him in jail until the jail rots!” The angry man got to the podium and to the judge’s chair. “Then on top of that jail I’ll put another one until that jail rots. I’m-”

His voice died as soon as his eyes fell on Dewey; or more precisely, on the dirty racing clothes that the twenty-some years old boy was still wearing. On a shift, the expression of the old man in red hardened in a way that Dewey couldn’t help but shrink a bit.

After a long instant of quietness, the judge spoke again, “Throw him out of here, Sheriff. I want him out of my courtroom, I want him out of my town!” And to prove that his decision was final, “Case dismissed!”

“Yes!” Dewey was practically beaming. He expected this whole quadrille to be quick, but one single second? That’s what he called doing things in the Turbo Duck style.

He could hear the town’s citizens complaining behind him, but for the young racer they were as much white noise as Launchpad’s more pleased reaction, “By the Darkwing, looks like I’m really good at this lawyer stuff!”

Nothing in that place mattered anymore – he was free. And promptly after he stepped outside this building, he was going to hit the road and get to California, where he was supposed to be.

No one was going to stand on his way any longer.

“Sorry I’m late.” For a third time, the courtroom’s doors were opened, this time followed by a feminine, calmer voice.

Dewey turned his body to glare at whoever was delaying his moment of freedom- but all his annoyance flew down the drain as soon as his eyes took on the figure that had just arrived.

“Holy ebony…” Dewey found himself saying under his breath.

In fact, the soft ebony hair, descending in a long cascade, was the most prominent thing about that young woman. Which just made her more attractive when combined to her delicate face and that simple yet elegant spring dress she was wearing. A dress that, while not revealing by any means, still flattered her form very much, if he could say so.

Now the question was: what was a high-class, sane-looking babe like her doing in this carcass of a town?

“She gotta be from my attorney’s office,” It was the conclusion Dewey got to. Of course, somehow his agent had got a hold he was here, having “problems with the law”, and since his attorney really was away, they sent someone else. That made perfect sense. Just as the woman approached the front of the room, he activated his charm and called, “Hey, thanks for coming but we’re all set. He’s letting me go.”

“He’s letting you go?” She arched an eyebrow at the racer. It passed unnoticed by him how she stopped herself from sitting beside the other citizens when doing so.

“Yeah, you got lucky, your job’s pretty easy today,” Dewey laid back on the chair, his eyes taking their sweet time to admire her up and down. “All you need to do now is stand right there and let me look at ya.”

The woman’s expression was slowly morphing from confusion to a mix of incredulity and annoyance, but the young racer didn’t seem to notice because he kept talking.

“Listen, I’m gonna cut to the chase: you. Me. Dinner.” And now to the killer move - Dewey flashed her a half smile, with a click of the tongue and a wink, wrapped altogether by the finger guns.

She still said nothing, her face deadpanned. What was there to say, really, to such an arrogant asshole?

However, that was not how Dewey understood her silence, “Out of speech? I get it, I get that reaction a lot. But don’t worry, there’s no reason to be intimidated…” He gave her a side look. “Unless you want to be~”

“Oooo-kay,” The woman finally spoke - even if just to make him stop – with a forced smile. “I’m gonna go talk to the judge now.”

“Do what you gotta do, princess,” he sent another wink her way. Before letting her go, though, Dewey bended forward a bit, his voice losing smoothness as he warned only her, “Oh, but be careful. Folks around here don’t have their pins screwed all the way, if you know what I mean.”

As if to prove his point, he pointed with his head to Launchpad, who was right now trying to mimic Dewey’s finger guns move to his own reflection on the window.

The woman’s smile grew forced. So not only was the guy who wrecked their town an arrogant asshole, he also felt no remorse insulting the people who lived there? Oh, he had something else coming.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said back to the racer. Turning then to the redhaired man, her smile became more real. “Hey there, LP.”

‘Wait, what?’ Dewey blinked away in surprise. He didn’t know what shocked him more, the fact that his supposed attorney knew that guy, or the way Launchpad casually answered her back, with a cheerful, “G’morning, Emily!”

And as if that wasn’t confounding enough, the woman – Emily – quickly turned to the rest of the people in the room, “Hi folks.”

Just like launchpad, everyone returned the greeting amicably and casually, some also saying her name. As if she was a close friend who they saw every day.

Laying closer to Launchpad, Dewey questioned, “You know her?”

“Of course. She’s the town hotel’s manager… and my fiancée.”

“WHAT?!” Okay, lots of weird things were happening since last night, but that-?

Luckily, the universe hadn’t gone crazy, and Launchpad started crackling at his face, “Gotcha! Nah, she’s like a little sister to me. But I gave ya a pretty good scare, huh?”

While Dewey shot his “lawyer” an ugly stare, Emily reached the podium, looking up to the old, grumpy duck that was their town’s judge slash doctor. And he looked especially grumpy right now; shoot, she should’ve brought some baking goods with her. Well, her sweet smile would have to do.

“Good morning, Doc. How are you doing today?”

“Civils stay behind the fence unless they’re going to testify, Emily,” was Scrooge’s pragmatic answer, probably already sensing she wanted to ask for something. She really should’ve brought some sweets.

“I know that, I’m just passing by to say hi.” She feigned innocence.

The old man arched her a brow, “Very well, then: hi. Now go behind the fence with the others,” and before Emily could retort, “Actually, you may as well go home, since we’re done here.”

“Oh, come on, Doc,” Emily dropped her smile, a more serious and upset expression now, which caused Scrooge to haut before he stood up from his chair. “Are you really going to let him get away with it that easy? At least make him fix what he broke.”

“No way, I know his type. Car racer,” Scrooge pronounced the words like they were an insult. “Believe me, the sooner he gets out of here, the better.”

“But the town needs the road. And since he’s the reason it needs fixing, why not?”

“Emily, this case’s closed.” If he had his cane in hand, he’d knock it on the ground to make his point. “End of story.”

But by the way the girl simply looked at him, not seeming defeated at all, Scrooge feared it wouldn’t be the end of the story.

“Okay,” Emily started. “I didn’t want to do this, Doc., but you leave me no choice. Fellow citizens and friends!” Spinning on her wheels, she addresses the rest of the room loud and clearly, “You are all aware of our town’s proud history.”

“There she goes again,” Scrooge sighs to himself.

“Radiator Springs: a little piece of heaven built up with hard work and hospitality, by all of you, by our community,” Emily continued her speech passionately as she approached the audience. “It is our job and our pleasure to take care of the travelers who pass by our home while crossing the glorious Route 66.”

“Travelers? What travelers?!” raged Donald.

“Ignore him,” Fethry cut his cousin short, allowing the dark-haired girl to continue.

“But how, I ask, are we to care for those travelers if there is no road for them to drive on? Panchito, José,” Emily addresses the two men and partners sitting on the front roll. “What do you sell in your store?”

“Fashionable haircuts!” exclaimed Panchito, showing off a scissor from his pocket.

“You sure do,” Emily smiled at the answer, even if it wasn’t the one she was looking for. “But what’s your main business, what do you have the most at your store?”

“Tires,” this time it was José who answered with pride.

“And if no one can get to you guys?”

“We won’t sell any… tire…” the parrot’s smug smile fell at that realization, and it didn’t really help when Panchito hugged him in desperation, adding, “We’re gonna lose everything!”

“Mary!” Emily now turned to a woman in her early 60s, whose gray hair had only traits of the light blonde it one day possessed. “What do you sell at your store?”

“I sell breakfast, lunch, dinner, and gas. But especially gas.”

From another part of the room, Launchpad burst into laughs alongside Mary’s own husband, and the two women give them an annoyed look. All of that because the word “gas” had been said? Seriously?

“Okay boys, stay with me, please,” Emily asks them, before talking to Mary again. “And what happens if no one can come to your station for any of those things?”

“I’ll go out of business and… we’ll have to leave town,” the older woman admitted with sadness, looking at her husband in distress. The man was definitely not laughing anymore.

“And what will happen to all of us if Mary has to leave town and closes her business?”

That seemed the right thing to ask, because immediately hurried exclamations started being shared among the town folks.

“We’re all gonna starve!” screamed Launchpad.

“I mean,” Donald started. “Others here know how to cook, but we'd be stuck here forever without being able to fill our cars’ tanks.”

“And no more Mary's pancakes!” The redhead was pulling his own hair at the idea.

“So,” Emily’s voice was strong enough to gather everyone’s attention back on her. “Don’t you think the person responsible should fix our road?”

“The only person strong enough to fix that road is Big Al!” commented the oldest person in that place, a senior woman who couldn’t be less than 80.

“Elvira, Big Al died fifteen years ago,” Mary’s husband, Jamie, explained to her, causing Elvira to look at him like he was the one going senile. “Then why are you bringin’ him up?”

“Oh, he can do it.” For the first time since her speech started, Emily’s eyes fell on Dewey. There was no warmth in those green eyes for him, just a fire to defend her home and her friends. “You all saw his car. That thing has horsepower more than enough to get the job done.”

Dewey instantly felt his blood freezing. What had his car, his precious baby, to do with anything?!

“So, what do we want him to do?!”

“FIX OUR ROAD!” All the citizens echoed together.

“Yes! Because we are a town worth fixing!”

While the others cheered in excited agreement, Emily turned back to Scrooge at his podium, a victorious smile in her face as she simply shrugged. Scrooge released a heavy sight before screaming for order in the courtroom. Once everyone was quiet again, he paused his eyes on Dewey once more before passing them across each one of his friends.

“It seems…” the old man started, hating himself in his resignation. “That my mind has been changed for me.”

The town folks cheered once again.

“No!” Meanwhile, Dewey was groaning. If looks could kill, the glare he shot at Emily would’ve blown the woman up, especially when she looked back with that coy smile. “I am so not taking you to dinner anymore.”

“Oh, that’s okay, Goggles,” the nickname made his cheeks grow red, Dewey didn’t know if with anger or humiliation for her making fun of his racing goggles. “You can take Bessie instead.”

“Oh boy, you’re gonna work with Bessie!” Launchpad suddenly exclaimed, nudging the racer with his elbow. “I’d give away half a leg to be in your place.”

And against his best judgement, because Dewey knew he wasn’t going to like the answer, he asked anyways, “Who is Bessie?”

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