Let's get a little day drunk

[moneymatters]

Scrooge crossed the grass with a rather decided march, though careful of the cargo he carried. Rather longer than he would've liked- even though it was only a few minutes of a walk at the most -he descended down the steps and to the cottage-looking door that'd been set in a hill, open to the sky. This was the ground-access passage to the Fraggle home beneath Duckburg, and it was on this door he pounded his spare fist twice. While he waited, what he held in his other hand giggled twice, and Scrooge rolled his eyes.

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[scaredsilly]

"Pour the water down his throat if you have to!" A bit of a temper snap, but this isn't quite what he wanted to come home to. Pausing outside the kitchen he looks back. "Time is what's going to sober him up, but we can help it if we put something else in his system."