[He was in his business room about to sign another contract that would make him Millions - no, Billions! No - trillions more than his feathery hands can count! He's been to weirder places- being an adventurous explorer and all, but never was he taken to an amusement park. Not even in his youth did he ever go to one. Just another waste of time.
There's a mysterious ticket in his fist and a strange contraption around his wrist. Try as he might, he can't pull the damned thing off. A series of tugging and pulling at the band happens before walking towards anyone nearby the annoyed duck, pointing his cane at them to get their attention.]
D'you know how to take this blasted this off me? It's strapped in tight and I'd rather leave than dillydally along in this god-awful place!
C
[Being away from the very thing he holds dear to his heart is the worst torture anyone can ever bring to him. He misses him so much; his warmth, his touch, his finish.
His number one dime. Oh how he misses him so. Stuck in this neverending land of laughter and funtime. Well, at least he’s back to earning his dimes from scratch. In the small amount of time being here, Scrooge found a job as head cashier in one of the many pizza joins littered in the amusement park. It may not be the same as financing and running a big business, but the feeling of being in charge and handling money is the same. He’s not happy, but he’ll make his time here worth it. He'll work his way up the ranks and run this place out of business. Or, perhaps, make use out of it? He has to think this one over.
In the meantime, you can find the old duck running one of the cash registers when he's supposed to be on break. He’s got an unfortunate case of resting bitch face but his tired eyes shine when a customer answers cash to his monotonous “cash or credit” inquire.
And I don't suppose you'd like to switch up a poor old man's day by ordering something other than pizza, would you?
[he doesn’t even try to make himself sound welcoming anymore.]
Scrooge McDuck | Ducktales (2017)
[He was in his business room about to sign another contract that would make him Millions - no, Billions! No - trillions more than his feathery hands can count! He's been to weirder places- being an adventurous explorer and all, but never was he taken to an amusement park. Not even in his youth did he ever go to one. Just another waste of time.
There's a mysterious ticket in his fist and a strange contraption around his wrist. Try as he might, he can't pull the damned thing off. A series of tugging and pulling at the band happens before walking towards anyone nearby the annoyed duck, pointing his cane at them to get their attention.]
D'you know how to take this blasted this off me? It's strapped in tight and I'd rather leave than dillydally along in this god-awful place!
C
[Being away from the very thing he holds dear to his heart is the worst torture anyone can ever bring to him. He misses him so much; his warmth, his touch, his finish.
His number one dime. Oh how he misses him so. Stuck in this neverending land of laughter and funtime. Well, at least he’s back to earning his dimes from scratch. In the small amount of time being here, Scrooge found a job as head cashier in one of the many pizza joins littered in the amusement park. It may not be the same as financing and running a big business, but the feeling of being in charge and handling money is the same. He’s not happy, but he’ll make his time here worth it. He'll work his way up the ranks and run this place out of business. Or, perhaps, make use out of it? He has to think this one over.
In the meantime, you can find the old duck running one of the cash registers when he's supposed to be on break. He’s got an unfortunate case of resting bitch face but his tired eyes shine when a customer answers cash to his monotonous “cash or credit” inquire.
And I don't suppose you'd like to switch up a poor old man's day by ordering something other than pizza, would you?
[he doesn’t even try to make himself sound welcoming anymore.]