The following day was the big day, the day of the Lil’ Miss Duckburg pageant. Webby woke up bright and early that morning; feeling very excited and a little nervous. “Uncle Scrooge! Uncle Scrooge! It’s pageant day!” She called burst open the door of his bedroom, where he slept.

The sound of the door slamming against the wall, along hundreds of gold coins being knocked off the desk on to floor, startled him awake. “What?! What is it, darling?!” He shouted as he sat straight up.

“Only pageant day!” Webby exclaimed.

“Oh…um… so it.” Scrooge said trying smile, then he yawned,...