After leaving the hiding spot Mickey, Goofy, Daisy and the children started to make their way to the cabin. As the group fled quickly down the overgrown trail all they could do was hope to avoid any more trouble.
Webby, being the youngest and smallest member of the group, was having a hard time keeping up with the rest. But she continued to press on and run as fast as she could in spite of that, because she knew it’s what Uncle Scrooge would want her to do. All the while as she ran, struggling to keep up, she feared that the Beagle Boys would come back and get them. She also worried that even if she did manage to escape the Beagle Boys, she would never see her Uncle Scrooge or Miss Minnie again.
Meanwhile Donald, Duckworth, Judy and the rest of the children fled down the hike and bike trail, still armed with branches and bathroom accessories. Soon they came near the end of the trail, to the place where it branched into the hike and bike path and the over grown path. As came near to the end they began to hear a rustling noise, the noises sounded like they were getting closer. They quickly stopped, frozen in fear. But, the noise seemed to continue to get closer.
Fearing that it was the Beagle Boys, the children all started to whimper and cry. Not wanting to be spotted, Judy tried to quiet the frighten children.
Also worrying that could be the Beagle Boys, Donald whispered, “Don’t worry kids. I’m ready for them.” He sneaked over to a bush, and carefully peaked through. But all he could see were some figures running toward them. Assuming he knew who the figures were, and wanting to have the upper hand, he raised his plunger like a harpoon. As soon as one of the figures was in range he threw the plunger as hard as he could.
Suddenly there was a loud crash in the brush then numerous shrieks. Then, without warning several small figures came tearing out of brush toward them, all of them screaming. The small screaming figures quickly bumped into Donald. “Duckworth give me your toilet brush!” he shouted. “Looks like they’ve sent in the Beagle Brats, hopefully I can scare them away!”
“Yes, sir,” Duckworth replied, as he handed Donald the toilet brush.
But just as Donald raised the brush he heard a familiar, “Uncle Donald?” coming from one of the figures.
Surprised he looked down, and saw his nephews and Webby standing there, “Boys? Webby?” he said stunned as he hugged the children, “What are you kids doing here? And where’s everybody else?” he asked.
“Um…they’re back there?” replied Huey.
Donald quickly glanced around the shrub. What he saw was Daisy with her three nieces clinging to her as she called for the other children. Along with Mickey and Max trying to pull the plunger off Goofy’s face. Donald couldn’t help bursting into laughter when he saw this.
As soon as Daisy heard him she came running over and hugged him. “Daisy! Thank gosh you’re all right! I’m so happy to see you,” he said as he hugged her.
Daisy, who was frightened, angry, and looking for someone to take her anger out on shouted, “Oh yeah, I could tell you real happy to see me, when you started laughing at me! And who the heck threw that plunger? Was it you or did you dare one of the kids to do it?”
Angered by this greeting, Donald began to shout words that could not be understood. Forgetting everything for the moment he and Daisy stood there in the middle of the forest yelling insults at each other. As soon as Mickey heard the shouts he dropped what he was doing and came running over to break up the fight, hoping to quiet them before they were heard. Thus leaving Max to remove the plunger from his father’s face by himself.
With the help of Duckworth and Judy, the two of them were quickly calmed. Once Donald and Daisy were under control, Mickey whispered, “Now come on. We’ve got to get to Scrooge’s cabin, so we can get to town and call the cops!” he paused then looked at Donald and Daisy as he added, “And we’ve got to be as quiet as possible, we can’t attract any attention.” So the two groups started on their way together.
Fortunately they were not too far from the cabin now, so they made it back in a fairly short amount of time. As soon as they reached the cabin Mickey and Donald began directing everyone, “Duckworth get the keys to the bus,” Donald called.
“Everybody else, go get into the bus!” Mickey added.
Duckworth ran over to the hook on the wall where the keys had been hung. Judy followed him, “Oh Duckworth sweetie…” she started to say.
He interrupted, and replied less than enthusiastically “Now is not the time Ms. Quackmore.”
Knowing that he was right she, she quickly replied, “Um… I was just going to wish you good luck.”
When they reached the hook on the wall they saw, much to their horror, that the keys were now missing. “Oh dear, I’m sorry to tell you this, but the keys appear to be absent!” Duckworth called.
Hearing that, Mickey growled, “Ugh…spread out and look for them!” he shouted, “They’ve gotta be here somewhere! They’re keys! They couldn’t just sprout legs and run away!”
Everyone in the group quickly begin to search for the missing keys in different areas. Webby remained out in the entryway. She busily checked behind various artifacts to make sure the keys had not been pushed behind them. All the while hoping that she or somebody else would find them soon. Suddenly, while she was down on the floor looking under the entryway table, she heard some loud footsteps coming into the room, then the sound of a door slamming behind them.
When Webby heard this she frozen in fear, and began to slowly look up. When she looked up she saw Glomgold standing there. He was accompanied by two Beagle Boys, each holding a large baseball bat in threatening position. “Looking for this lassie?” Glomgold said, as he held up the keys to the bus.
Webby still felt terrified, but she knew that she had to a big girl here. She quickly thought of how to best handle this scary situation. She couldn’t imagine that anybody was completely heartless, to the point of wanting to kill people for no reason. So she thought that maybe if she asked nicely he would give them to her. She took a big gulp and stammered nervously, “Y-y-yes. May I please have them, Mr. Glomgold?”
Hearing Webby’s question, the two Beagle Boys burst into laughter. “Really?! Like the boss is just gonna give ya them keys?!”
But Glomgold, being much smarter and more cunning, hushed them, “Well now since ye asked me so nicely, I suppose I can let ye have these keys,” he replied to her, “Here ye go, dear,” he said holding out his hand with the keys.
Webby, feeling a little surprised that asking had worked, nervously started to come toward him. But as soon as she was in his reach he grabbed at her. Fortunately she saw it coming and jumped back fast enough that he missed. Then she let out a loud scream of fear. This momentarily stunned Glomgold and the Beagle Boys, and brought everyone else in the cabin running into the entryway.
As soon as the adults reached the entryway they saw the three men standing there, two of them large and armed with bats. Most of the adults, having faced Flintheart before, stood there wondering what to do, whether fight back or not, because they knew Glomgold would stop at nothing to win, even to the point of harming children.
Finally Donald let out a groan, “Glomgold! Why am I not surprised to see that you’re in charge of this?” he said as he made his way toward them making threatening gestures with his fist.
One of the Beagle Boys raised his bat, “One step closer and you’re gonna have a major headache!” Hearing that Donald quickly back away.
Then Judy, who was feeling very puzzled spoke up, “Um… I’m a little confused would someone mind telling me who…uh…Glomgold is?”
Then Daisy, eager to be the center of attention, spoke up, “Well gee! He’s only the second richest guy in world!” she exclaimed. Then forgetting the situation, she grabbed her gossip magazine off the entryway table and began to flip through it. “I know there’s an article about him in here somewhere! Just give me a minute and to find it…”
Glomgold began to laugh, at this, “Well it’s nice to know that I’m recognize. But I’m afraid the young lassie is mistaken about something. For now I’m actually the richest duck in the world!”
“What are talking about?!” Donald snapped, “You’ve never been able to beat Uncle Scrooge at anything!”
“Oh, but now that my men have done anyway with him, and that spirited young lass that helped him, I won’t have to beat him at anything,” Glomgold replied.
Webby, Millie and Melody burst into tears when they heard this, fearing that their loved ones were gone for good. Huey, Dewey and Louie felt like crying, but they some how managed to put on a brave face.
When Mickey heard that he gasped, “Minnie! Oh I knew she shouldn’t have come with us,” then he came toward Flintheart, with his hand in fist, and shouted, “What have you done with her?!”
“You’d be wise to back down laddie,” Glomgold replied coolly.
While Mickey was threatening Glomgold, one the Beagle Boys had stopped Max from trying to sneak out behind them. “Hey where do ya think you’re goin’?!” he shouted as he grabbed Max, and held him firmly.
Glomgold quickly pulled a sword out of his cane. “I told ye, ye would be wise to back down,” he said to Mickey, “Now, one more move out of any of ye and the lad gets it,” he shouted holding the blade up to Max’s throat.
“Maxie!” Goofy shouted, in fear of seeing his son threatened.
“Fine!” Mickey snapped, as he reluctantly backed down from the fight.
Just at that moment, they were interrupted by the door opening and Launchpad walking in, “Hey I’m back! It took me a while but I finally managed to loose the those Beagle Boys…” he said as came on the door. He stopped mid sentence suddenly noticing Glomgold and the two Beagle Boys with his friends. “Um…what…are…? How did?” he started to say.
Mickey interrupted, “Launchpad! I told you to take Minnie to a safe place, and now I hear she’s…she’s gone for good?!” he shouted.
But before Launchpad could reply, Glomgold said, “Well seeing that ye are all here now… go ahead and tie them up.”
Meanwhile in the gold mine, Scrooge and Minnie were cornered by the three Beagle Boys, all armed with baseball bats. Despite the fact he was still very unstable and in a lot of pain from his injured ankle, Scrooge stood firmly in front of Minnie with his cane raised. He desperately hoped that he would somehow be able to protect her. But he knew that the odds, unfortunately, were against him.
Minnie stood behind him paralyzed with fear. She wished she could help, but she knew that she was likely not very good in a physical match, and would probably do more harm than good.
Suddenly Minnie glanced over and noticed some very old mining equipment in a corner. This gave her an idea. Quickly she ran out from behind Scrooge. “Minnie no!” he shouted, as he watched her run between to of the Beagle Boys.
When Minnie reached the equipment, she grabbed an old pickaxe, “Uncle Scrooge! Catch!” she shouted, then with all her strengthen slid the heavy pickaxe across the ground.
When the Beagle Boys saw the axe coming they all grabbed for it. Unfortunately for them, in doing that two of them ran in to each other and knocked each other over. “Ow! Watch it!” one of them shouted as he punched his brother.
When Scrooge realized what Minnie was doing he raced over to the pickaxe, beating the Beagle Boys to it. Once he got a hold of the axe Scrooge held firmly, “Now do any of ye want a whack on the head?!” he said.
“Oh yeah, bring it McDuck!” yelled one of the Beagle Boys.
“Come any closer and I’ll be more than happy to give ye one!” Scrooge shouted back, as he threatened him with the pickaxe.
Having dealt with Scrooge before, and knowing that he was not a man to be messed with, another Beagle Boy said, “Alright maybe we’s can’t get McDuck right now, but least we can get his lil’ friend!” then grabbed Minnie.
Minnie screamed in fear. Scrooge was suddenly filled with rage, and for a moment he forgot about his injured ankle. He didn’t notice the throbbing pain, all he cared about was saving Minnie, “Let her go, ye monsters!” he shouted, as he charged over to where Minnie was being held against her will, still wielding the pickaxe.
When the Beagle Boys saw him, they all momentarily forgot that the odds were in their favor. So they dropped their bats, and all ran away in terror, like the cowards they were. “Um…Sorry McDuck!” called one as he left.
“Yeah…sorry we’s messed with your friend!” called another.
“Yeah sorry! It ain’t gonna happen again… Promise!” yelled the third.