a little dies every time
by balzo



Chapter 1: Blood Spat and Gaia


Scrooge’s nose was bleeding. A stream of red covered over 
his orange bill like a bow wrapping an orange gift of 
disappointment. Uncle Scrooge has been doing the cocaine 
again, and again, and again. He has all this money in the 
world, but is not happy.

"Mr. Mcduck... you’re bleeding again...," said Ms. Beakly.

"Don’t ye look at me, ye fat duck shit," retorted Scrooge.

"I need to do another semen test"

"Yer not gonna prick my lil’ duck tail again, damn it...
urgh," said Scrooge falling down.

The cocaine made him weary. Scrooge passed out and hit his 
head on the corner of his naked female duck shaped gold 
table. Blood spat out of his head and nose like a train 
spouting steam. This was Ms. Beackly’s chance to get the 
semen she needed for the monthly testing.

Scrooge was old, beyond old. He had himself tested regularly 
to keep him in pristine shape, for he was 184 (in duck 
years). One of the tests was for his vitality involved his 
semen. He wanted an heir to his fortune, and he doesn’t 
want to give his money to his good for nothing biker gang 
nephews.

Scrooge hated Donald Duck and never wanted to take care of 
his snot nosed kids; Hewy Duwey and Louie. Donald went off 
to Guadalajara to get the sex change operation. Scrooge told 
him not to do it and hated the fact that he did do it. But 
secretly, Scrooge was jealous, because he secretly wanted 
the operation for himself.

Scrooge loved women’s clothes and the fact that once a 
month, women go through their special cycle that keeps them 
close to the ebb and flow of the ocean and moons. That 
mysterious ritual that connects the women of the earth 
connected with the woman of the earth, Gaia. Secretly 
Scrooge wanted to share in the sacrificial ceremony of 
giving blood to Gaia through bleeding of the kooch, but 
alas, he couldn’t. But his way of bleeding, was bleeding of 
the nose. That’s why he did the cocaine, so he could bleed 
like the women of this earth and of all earths.



Chapter 2: My Craken and My Magica Dust


Scrooge awoke to see the stroking of his duck penis by Ms. 
Beakly. She didn’t like the job because Scrooge rarely baths 
down there and plus she’s a lesbian.

"Why ye be yakin’ at my craken ol’ banshee hoe bitch?"

"Mr. Scrooge calm down. How else are going to artificially 
spremenate Magica De Spell for your only chance for a son?" 
said Ms. Beakly, strokingly.

It’s true, long term rival enemy, Magica De Spell, was indeed 
Scrooge’s wife. Scrooge loved Magica. He loved her jet black
 hair, her long wispy eyelashes, her sex-up lips, and her 
ability to make the magic dust (cocaine).

Magica was hardly around though; she liked the discothèques 
and shaven young men-ducks. So the routine was always, make 
the magic dust for Scrooge then go off with the lovers. 
Scrooge was fine with this though. Although he loved her, he 
knew she was a wild duck at heart in which could not be tamed. 
But while she was off party-dancing , he was doing the coke 
and trying on her dresses. That kept him alive. What also 
will keep him alive, in spirit, will be his semen in her womb, 
thus making a baby.

Ms. Beakly finished ringing the knob and got what she needed. 
Scrooge was exhausted and in pain, in both heads.

Webbigal can runnin in. "Uncle Scroogey, come quick, Hewey, 
Dewey, and Louie beating up Gyro and I think there might be a 
rape!"



Chapter 3 Webbigal the snitch


Webbigal was always a snitch. Growing up, she was always a 
bitch to everyone. She always resented her mother Ms. Beakly, 
or as Webbi liked to call her "Ms. Lesbian Bitchly." Even now 
at 24, Webbi was still a snitchy bitch. And now she snitched 
on they boys.

Those boys were no good though. They were a bunch of gay thugs 
that liked beating up bums and weak men-ducks and then have sex 
with them. These boys were bad, but looking at their father, 
it’s not that hard to see why they’re dysfunctional. It starts 
with the family unit.



Chapter 4: The Pain, Why?


"What the fuck are ye bastards doing" yelled Scrooge.

"Slag off ol mcfart" snarled Louie.

The boys were ready for a raping alright, all ready to go. 
There’s a reason those ducks don’t wear pants. As they were 
about to plunge into Gyro, he yelped, "Help me Gizmoduck!"

What Gyro didn’t know was that Gizmo wasn’t around anymore, he 
went to jail for molesting a duckling. So Gyro was screaming 
for the help of a molester, pitiful. Scrooge knew this and wept 
on the inside. He thought to himself; "Where has this world 
come to? What pain and suffering, why?"



Chapter 5: the Calmness and The Gyrating


A calmness struck Scrooge as he saw the boys strip Gyro of his 
down feathers. He did nothing but stand there, he couldn’t do 
anything. He was helpless and he knew it. He knew he should 
just stop cheating death and just die. Scrooge started to cry.
 Gyro started to cry, because he saw Scrooge standing there 
while the boys were gyrating all over Gyro.

All of a sudden out of nowhere, Magica appeared riding a horse 
made out of cherries.

"Vou vant a piece of dis, Pussies!" snarled Magica.

From her finger tips came a lightning bolts in soda cans that 
struck each boy on the rumpkis. The boys one by one instantly 
turned into Hershey’s Kisses. Gyro stood up and ate them.

"Give me back my Dignity you crumb bums" snarled Gyro.

Scrooge remained standing there, numb like a statue. MAgica came 
up to him and smiled and pointed to her stomach.

"I vam how Vou say, knocked up" snarled Magica.

She then began to laugh. Scrooge began to laugh. Even Gyro began 
to laugh, then he coughed and threw up blood.

The end....