[For some reason... Scrooge appears to be tied up inside a broom closet. His shouting isn't addressed at you; rather...]

Nephews! What are you doing?! NEPHEWS!

Come on! I have so much junk, I can spare some! Donald's right, what difference do a couple thousand dollars make when you've got several fantastibillions of them?!

This is another virus, isn't it?

I-I can't waste my time following a piece of red string! No matter how much I want to!

SOMEBODY HELP.

I think I'm getting married tomorrow!

I haven't felt this way in... years.

Years...

Maybe I should call the boys over. I'd even pay for some ice cream... in one of my stands!

I wonder if Goldie feels like this sometimes...