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moneymattersIt was another day at McDuck Manor. Although it seemed Scroove spent nearly as much time in the parallel world helping his twin continue on after what'd happened, he had his life here that needed him just as much, if not moreso. The twins he was on his way returning to were the strongest argument for that. Today was his day to take care of them, and right now he was heading back down the hallway from the kitchen, carrying a couple prepared bottles for them in a satchel (which still let him use his walking crutch; his knee was better, but by no means perfect yet).
Strange noises had him hurrying a bit quicker, however. It sounded like crying, any parent's worst fear. But the closer he got, the less it sounded like one of the kids, and his panic changed to confusion-
Then he got to the door and stared, wide-eyed, at just what he saw in that bedroom.
Strange noises had him hurrying a bit quicker, however. It sounded like crying, any parent's worst fear. But the closer he got, the less it sounded like one of the kids, and his panic changed to confusion-
Then he got to the door and stared, wide-eyed, at just what he saw in that bedroom.
