[ louie hadn't been terribly troubled to suddenly find himself stepping out of the door onto a life-size board game. this sort of thing was practically a given, now that they were living with uncle scrooge.

that guy was such a troublemaker, really.

on the other hand, he's a bit annoyed that no one's gone and told him what the prize is for winning, and while his name is clearly displayed above next to the number of spaces that he's meant to move, louie is sat down with his arms crossed over his chest, firmly refusing to move. ]

I'm not taking a single step until we agree on the terms of the game. I'm talking something nice, shiny, and really expensive. You know, the bare minimum for me to even show up for an adventure.

listen, whoever thought it was a good idea to drag me here in the first place, I think you grabbed the wrong triplet. you want Dewey, alright? he's the adventurous one, he'd love this stuff.

and if you were hoping uncle scrooge was gonna pay some sorta ransom for me
1) have you ever met the guy.
2) no seriously, have you even heard of the man he SWIMS IN MONEY.
3) he sword fights with ghost, he'll probably sword fight you too.
4) if you don't want me turning this into a reenactment of the Ransom of Red Chief you better cut me in on some of that profit if he does.

[ go wild, message me on itsmel if you want to work something out! ]