Scrooge and Fenton

<sub>Scrooge turned around and swung his cane through the air, and with a yelp Fenton dodged it. “Count how many times this cane will swing before it hits its mark, Crackshell!” he challenged as his face turned red with rage. “And if ya get it right, ya’ll get a fancy pink slip!”

“P-p-p-p-p-pleasse don’t f-f-f-fire me, M-M-Mister McDuck!” Fenton cried as he fell to his knees and placed his hands together in prayer. When Scrooge turned and made to storm off, the accountant leaped forward and placed his arms around the duck’s left ankle, nearly causing him to trip. “I’ll do anything, anything, please!!”

“You’re dirtyin’ me spat,” Scrooge growled, attempting to shake the man off.

“Please give me another chance, Sir!”

Scrooge reached down and loosened Fenton’s grasp around his foot before replying. “Go back out there,” he said while slipping his foot out, “And don’t come back until you find that boy. Is that clear?”</sub>

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Scene from a short and very quickly written story I may post. My day's been a little.... eh, and this scene seemed fitting to draw.

Fenton is so much love

Scrooge (c) Carl Barks
Fenton (c) Disney
art, story (c) KicsterAsh
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