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Title: Pulling a Louie

Summary: After Louie gets hurt in an attempt to nab more cash, Scrooge forces him to shadow him at work, and the two begin to realize they're a lot more alike then they might prefer.

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Invader Johnny- I think he already has tbh.

Galquesta- Scrooge figures they might as well make as much they can off him, if they're gonna resort to theft. =)

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"This show is stupid," Scrooge grunted, but made no attempt to grab the remote and change it. "Johnny and Randy have no character whatsoever."

Louie didn't look up from his knitting, enjoying the familiar clack-clack sound and the bright pink of his yarn. "It's not about Johnny and Randy, Scrooge. It's about the stories of the ottomans." He rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows that."

He crossed his arms. "Still stupid."

"Eh, give it a season or two. It grows on you."

Scrooge twisted his head to inspect the young duckling, smiling in spite of himself. "Ye know, lad-"

"Ugh. That's how old people start their super long and boring stories."

"No stories today," he promised, still smiling. "Ye remind me of meself, is all."

Louie stopped knitting to squint at him. "Do you have a fever or something?"

"Hmmm..." He touched the top of head. "Nope."

"Look, I respect that you're trying to practice your lying- or whatever it is you're trying to do here- but you gotta be more believable than that, man."

"S'not a lie," Scrooge insisted with a laugh. "At yer age, I was all about work. And, in a way, so are yew. It's a different kind of work, is all."

"One: work is evil. No exceptions. Two: that is the worst thing I've heard all month." Louie gagged. "I want to be as rich as you, Scrooge. I don't want to be you."

"Oh, trust me," he said wryly. "Yer not me. Not by a long shot."

"Thank duck."

Their quiet time was intruded upon by a loud laugh as Dewey came into the room, Huey and Webby close behind, the middle triplet's eyes wide and incredulous. "Did you actually talk him into watching Ottoman Empire with you?"

"Actually," Louie said mildly, "he's holding the remote hostage."

Webby came around the couch, pointing curiously. "Oh, so you're finally doing that publicly, huh?"

"Somehow, I'm not the least bit surprised you already knew."

"You knit?" Dewey demanded. His tone of voice made Louie tense, awaiting scorn, but he simply poked at the yarn. "Think you can fix that hole in my shirt?"

"Sewing and knitting aren't the same," he sniffed. "Like, at all."

"That's a shame," Webby commented, crawling up beside him. "If you could sew, you could sew wounds together! It's like sewing with fabric, only the fabric is skin... sorta?"

"I'm gonna hurl."

"Same," Huey added, grimacing.

"Hiya, boys!" Donald greeted, reaching over the back of the couch to hug the triplets. "Just came in for dinner. Mrs. B makes a mean casserole."

"Hi, Mr. Duck," Webby said over the boy's joking cries of displeasure.

"Oh, my bad." He pulled Webby in too. "Hiya, boys and new daughter! There. Got everybody now." Donald glanced at the TV. "Still hooked on that ottoman show, eh, Louie?"

Louie raised his hands. "It was Uncle Scrooge's idea, not mine."

Donald glanced pointedly at the old duck, who was snoring quite loudly. "It was Scrooge's idea, huh?"

Huey shrugged sheepishly. "He wasn't sleeping when we came in."

"I think we bored him to sleep," Dewey added. "Which, to be fair, I just woke up from a nap myself. I don't do long marathons of crappy shows well."

Unnoticed by the others, Louie gently slipped the half-knit garishly pink mess onto the old man's chest as a makeshift blanket, smiling just a little. If it unraveled, that was fine by him. He could always add dollar signs next time.

Author's Note: Heeeeey, I had a bunch of fun with this!

For once, there wasn't any major plot revisions, which is odd for a multi-chapter 'fic of mine. I DID originally intend for Lena to ditch Louie to the wolves, so to speak, but that didn't really fit her current character. Not to mention it would put a strain on her friendship with Webby. There also was gonna be a thing where Louie tried to break into the vault (and, when the alarms went off, that'd be when Lena dumped him), but that didn't fit with the overall feel of the 'fic.

Until next time!

-Mandaree1