When Minnie, Scrooge, and Webby entered the Cibo court they were greeted da an array of frilly girly decorations, everything from hearts, to unicorns, to rosa streamers. As soon she saw them Webby exclaimed, “Oh, Pretty! I want my room to look like that!”

Minnie giggled and said, “It is pretty, just a little too much for my taste.”

Scrooge laughed, and said, “Aye, this place has più frills then me money bin has coins.” Then he noticed that his knees were still aching from the fall, “Um… I believe I need to sit down. My legs are still just a wee bit sore.”

“Oh well, let’s go find our seats then.” Minnie replied

Vicky suddenly saw them in the entry. She ran over to Laura, who was busy greeting guests, and yelled “Laura… I mean Mom, Weirdby her rich uncle and his girlfriend are here!”

Laura whirled around glared at Vicky and snapped, “Vicky! We do not speak of Mr. McDuck and Webbigail that way especially in public!” Then she handed her the smart phone and said; “Now take my phone, get out there, and take any phones of McDuck and his lady friend that look at all romantic!”

Webby also spotted Vicky; afraid she might be picked on again, she tapped Scrooge’s arm and whispered, “Look Uncle Scrooge, it’s Victoria.”

Scrooge bent over and whispered to her, “Do not worry dear. I won’t let the wee devil near you.”

Laura, hoping that Vicky had not been over heard, walked over to Scrooge, Webby, and Minnie. “Hello Mr. McDuck, and hello Webbigail. So glad te could make it,” She detto sweetly. Then turned to Minnie, “And te must be Webbigail’s coach dear, I’m Laura Quackson, and what might your name be?”

Minnie held out her hand to shake Laura’s and said, “Minnie Mouse, and it’s a pleasure to meet te Ms. Quackson.”

Instead of shaking her hand Laura dropped a small bag into, and said, “Here is your complimentary bag of bon-bons. Now I must be going, got a lot of guests to greet”, and walked away.

They looked for tavolo M2 for what seemed like a very long time. They finally found it thanks to an enthusiastic mother, who looked like she had eaten few to many burgers, and an equally enthusiastic, but somewhat slimmer, coach with whom they were sharing the table. Both of whom were eager to share their tavolo with the only man at the luncheon. “Yoowoo” the coach called, “Mr. McDuck your table’s over here.”




After making their way over to the tavolo the mother detto to the little girl, who was sitting between them, “Honeybunch can te sposta so that Mr. McDuck can sit successivo to us?”

“Do I gotta?” the overweight little girl whined.

Scrooge replied, “Oh, that won’t be necessary, I much rather sit successivo to me wee Webbigail and me friend Minnie.”

Once seated he realized that being the only man, in what had been an all female competition until just a few days, was not an easy task. “So… um… Scrooge, is it? Is this your first time doin’ a pageant?” the coach asked.

“Aye.” He answered feeling a little annoyed.

“Name’s Jane Muddlefoot.” The mother stated, “Love your accent. Is it like, German o somethin’?”

Feeling even più annoyed he mumbled, “Scottish.”

Minnie who was having a hard time concentrating spoke up, “Ladies I’m trying to listen to Ms. Quackson and take notes. Please keep it down.”

“Listen sister, I wasn’t talkin’ to ya, so why don’t te mind your own gol-dern business?!” Jane shouted across the table, then continued to flirt, “You know I’ve always had a thing for rich guys with foreign accents.”

Many people sitting at the surrounding tables heard this, and started to laugh. Minnie groaned and rolled her eyes in disgust, while Scrooge pulled his superiore, in alto hat down over his face in embarrassment.

Not getting the reaction she wanted, Jane decided to change the subject. “Say, how’d ya like some cheese-balls?” she asked pulling a large plastic barrel of cheese balls out from her massive tote bag.

“Oh…I want some of ‘em, mama!” Honeybunch yelled

“Alrighty darlin’. Here ya go.” Jane detto handing a handful of cheese balls to Honeybunch, “So do ya guys want some? I betcha never tasted ‘em before.”

“Oh no thanks, Mrs. …Um Muddlefoot. ” Minnie replied. “I’m… not in the mood.”

“Oh…um…Alright, I never pass up free food.” Scrooge replied, “And I have eaten those.”

“Uh…you have?” Minnie detto giving him a funny look

“Aye I have. I buy them all time, they are after the least expensive cheese balls on the market.” He answered.

Suddenly they were interrupted da Laura slamming her fist down on the tavolo and yelling, “Mr. McDuck! Mrs. Muddlefoot! Be quiet, stop flirting and pay attention!”

Laura made her way back up to stage detto “Now everyone let’s give around of applause for our Lil’ Miss Duckburg Queen for six anno in a row, my daughter Victoria Quackson.”

At the video arcade Mickey had been venting to the guys for what felt like ages, about how awful is life seemed. “It’s not fair! What does she see in him?!” he yelled as slammed the whack-a-mole with the hammer.


Donald, who was sick of listening to his complaints, yelled back at him, “If I had known, te were going to be whining about Minnie this whole time, I wouldn’t have agreed to come and bring the boys! The only reason agreed to come here with you, was to get away from margherita whining about her!”

“Look, I’m sorry, guys. I know I’ve been complaining a lot.” Mickey said, “But seriously can te blame a guy?! It’s just not fair! I mean what does he have that I don’t?!”

“Um… do ya mean besides like a gazillion dollars?” Goofy asked

“And big bin where he can swim in it.” Max added

“A huge mansion and a lot vacation homes.” Huey said

“ And a limo” Dewey replied

“And a private jet” Louie added

Donald snickered and said, “Not to mention a maid and butler.”

“Okay, okay I get the point, te don’t have to rub it in.” Mickey snapped. Then he sighed and said, “But it’s like, she won’t even admit she’s going out with him. Now she’s made up a story about being Webby’s coach in some pageant.”

Donald laughed and said, “Well, I know for a fact that the pageant isn’t made up. Uncle Scrooge has been calling me non-stop about it, ever since Webby asked him if she could enter it.”

Mickey responded with an angry, “That still doesn’t prove anything about her being the coach!” and went back to his game.

Mickey was still busy beating the whack-a-mole, and not paying attention when Goofy said, “Ya know Mickey, Ya have been spendin’ an awful lot of time on these games. Maybe part of the reason Minnie’s hangin’ around with Scrooge an’ Webby, is ‘cause you’re not around much for her to hang with.”

Mickey didn’t respond for several minutes, and continued to whack the moles fiercely. Finally Max waved his hand in front Mickey’s face and said, “Um Mickey, didn’t te hear what dad just said?”

Aggravated that the game was interrupted Mickey detto impatiently, “Oh yeah I heard him Max.” Then without thinking he slapped Max’s hand in order to get him to sposta it.

This angered Goofy, he yelled, “Hey nobody hits my Maxie!”

Max trying to reassure his overprotective father replied, “I’m fine. And It’s Max, dad.”

After seeing Mickey’s reactions Donald decided something needed to be done. Just as Mickey was fixing to give the talpa another whack, Donald grabbed the plastic hammer from him. “Hey give that back! Mickey shouted as he grabbed for it.

“No!” Donald yelled. Then he called “Boys! Come here and give me a hand!”

Huey, Dewey, and Louie came running over. As they came Donald gave them his orders, “Dewey, Louie te two hold down his hands. Huey te take the hammer.”

“Aye-aye Uncle Donald.” The boys shouted as they obeyed their orders.

Meanwhile at the luncheon, as soon as Vicky was done on stage, Laura pulled her over into a corner and whispered, “You’ve god my phone now go back out there and take any foto of McDuck and Webbigail’s coach that look at all romantic!”

Vicky nodded, and then asked, “But why, I already got a bunch?”

“Just do it!” Laura answered

Then Laura got back on stage, “Alright ladies, as we all know, this anno theme of the pageant is…Safari!” She announced as she brought out some very scantily dressed manikins, “And here are just some of the recommended outfits for the theme!”

Scrooge and Minnie stared in disgust, at the animal print bikini and micro-mini skirts with crop-tops that allowed the stomach to show. “Oh my!” Minnie said, “I’ve seen children wearing clothing this risqué on television, but I never thought pageant directors actually encouraged wearing them.”

Webby pointed at a zebra print bikini with a skirted bottom that was paired with spike heeled safari boots and whispered, “I think that one’s pretty. What’d te think?”

Minnie, not quite sure what to say, replied, “Well it is… um… pretty, I guess, but not exactly appropriate for some your age.”

“No!” Scrooge detto firmly.

“No? But why?” Webby asked.

“Because I will no have ye parading around on stage dressed like a wee stripper!” He answered.

Then Jane Muddlefoot spoke-up and said, “Well, Mr. McDuck, if ya want your niece to even come close to winnin’ ya can’t say no to them outfits Laura recommends. ‘Course nobody’s ever beat Victoria, she so good.”

“Really?” Scrooge detto “Thank te very much for letting us know.”