DUCKTALES: LEGEND OF THE LUNAR FEATHER - Script/Screenplay
DUCKTALES: LEGEND OF THE LUNAR FEATHER
A Live-Action Family Adventure
Screenplay by
[Kalifornia Jani - Jani Apukka]
Inspired by characters created by Carl Barks and Romano Scarpa
Story inspired by the classic NES game DuckTales (1989)
FADE IN:
EXT. DUCKBURG – SUNRISE
The harbor city wakes. Ferries cut through gold water. Neon diner signs flicker out. Over it all, a fortress of industry on a hill: THE MONEY BIN.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Duckburg. Where fortunes are found, friends are family, and adventure is just one good map away.
EXT. MONEY BIN – COURTYARD – MORNING
A press scrum. Cameramen. Kids with autograph books. A new plaque is unveiled: THE McDUCK MUSEUM WING.
SCROOGE McDUCK (70s), sharp eyes, red coat, top hat, takes the mic with theatrical modesty.
SCROOGE
Nothin’ grand about it. Just a wee collection o’ trinkets I didn’t sell.
Laughter. Flashbulbs. HUEY, DEWEY, and LOUIE (early teens, distinct colors/styles) peek from behind the ribbon with sparkling eyes.
DEWEY
(whispering)
Bet there’s a cursed idol. Minimum one.
HUEY
Page 1: “Assume artifact safety. Confirm curses later.”
LOUIE
Page 1: “Gift shop first.”
MRS. BEAKLEY stands sentry, amused but firm.
BEAKLEY
No curses, no gift shop—tour first.
INT. MONEY BIN – NEW MUSEUM WING – LATER
Glass cases; maps and curiosities. GYRO GEARLOOSE (eccentric inventor) sets a humming, polished sphere on a pedestal.
GYRO
Behold: the Aether Compass. She “listens” for harmonic signatures. Useful for finding lost artifacts… or my glasses.
He pats his pockets. Finds his glasses. Puts them on over another pair.
SCROOGE
How much did that cost me?
GYRO
Technically priceless. Practically… we’ll talk.
A tour guide points at Scrooge’s first display case: a battered COPPER FEATHER etched with strange grooves.
GUIDE
The Copper Feather of Ithaquack. Recovered from a Himalayan monastery. Legend says it’s part of a larger instrument.
HUEY
(to his Guidebook)
“Copper Feather, harmonic grooves… possibly musical? Or astronomical.”
DEWEY
Or both. Astronusi—mu—music in space.
LOUIE
You mean song of the spheres. I knew that.
Gyro’s Aether Compass pulses. Soft tone. Lights dance… and point at—
—an oil painting of SIR QUACKINGHAM McDUCK in a moonlit jungle temple, holding a silver feather.
SCROOGE
Quackingham… you old show-off.
The Copper Feather in the case faintly resonates in answer.
GYRO
Harmonic coupling. Something in this room is “singing back.”
HUEY
The painting?
SCROOGE
What if it’s not the paint… but what’s behind it.
He lifts the frame—revealing a hidden wall safe, long forgotten. A janitor faints theatrically. Scrooge cracks his knuckles, twirls the dial with the familiarity of a maestro.
SCROOGE (cont’d)
Stand back, lads. This tune’s in my key.
The safe sighs open. Inside: a LEATHER TUBE, a SILVER FEATHER etched to match the copper’s grooves… and a MOTH-EATEN JOURNAL.
DEWEY
Calling it: cursed.
HUEY
Calling it: history.
LOUIE
Calling it: eBay—kidding! Kidding.
Scrooge unrolls what’s in the tube: ANCIENT STAR CHARTS—overlays bearing five symbols: AMAZON, TRANSYLVANIA, AFRICAN MINES, HIMALAYAS, and a final emblem: THE MOON.
SCROOGE
Quackingham mapped a trail… an instrument scattered to the corners o’ the Earth.
GYRO
Not just an instrument—an array. The feathers are tuned pieces of a single device.
HUEY
A planetary harmonic? If assembled, it could—
DEWEY
Play the best space jam ever?
GYRO
—unlock a signal. A beacon. The journal, please.
Scrooge opens the brittle pages. A sketch of a GLOWING LUNAR FEATHER crowns the last entry.
SCROOGE (reading)
“Five earthly feathers to wake the sixth above. The way made clear when earth and moon do rhyme.” Hah. Poetry.
LOUIE
Translation?
GYRO
Collect five terrestrial feathers, align them, and the array “points” to a lunar location. The sixth feather—on the Moon.
The Aether Compass hum-glows brighter, then flickers—like it’s being jammed.
BEAKLEY
We have company.
EXT. MONEY BIN – CONTINUOUS
Over the hill: a convoy—FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD (competitive tycoon) arrives with lawyers and a news crew.
GLOMGOLD
Afternoon, Duckburg! I’m here to file a prior claim on anything shiny McDuck “finds.”
INT. MUSEUM WING – CONTINUOUS
A security klaxon. Gyro checks a monitor.
GYRO
Not Glomgold. Worse.
Cut to feed: Three masked, burly ducks in striped beanies — THE BEAGLE BOYS — pry an exterior panel.
BIGTIME BEAGLE (ON FEED)
Nice and quiet, boys. Heh.
BURGER bites a “DO NOT CHEW” desiccant. Grimaces.
BOUNCER
Boss, why we robbin’ a museum?
BIGTIME
Because the bin’s too obvious!
They saw through a grate.
SCROOGE
Right then. Family plan. Gyro—gizmo. Huey—evac map. Dewey—lights. Louie—er… don’t sell anything.
LOUIE
I can change.
SCROOGE (grinning)
Don’t.
INT. MONEY BIN – SERVICE CORRIDOR – MOMENTS LATER
The Beagle Boys creep through ducts. Suddenly—CLICK. Lights blaze. A foam-sprinkler explodes—confetti and eco-foam rain down.
DEWEY (O.S.)
Welcome to the museum!
BIGTIME
We’re bein’ robbed by a parade.
Gyro’s Aether Compass pings. The Silver Feather in Scrooge’s hand harmonizes, guiding him like a divining rod.
SCROOGE
They’re not here for cash. They’re here for the feather.
HUEY
Which suggests the legend is… not a legend.
GYRO
Then we get ahead of them. Whoever welded this array wants to wake something on the Moon.
BEAKLEY (deadpan)
Lovely. Tea before space?
SCROOGE
After the Amazon.
LOUIE
We’re going to space via rainforest? I love this job.
EXT. MONEY BIN – LOADING BAY – MINUTES LATER
The gang piles into Scrooge’s rugged DUCK-JEEP as the Aether Compass points south. Beakley tosses a picnic basket into the back.
BEAKLEY
Hydration. Protein. Bandages. Anti-mummy spray.
DEWEY
There are mummies in the Amazon?
BEAKLEY
There are mummies everywhere if you try hard enough.
They roar out. Glomgold tries to block them.
GLOMGOLD
You’ll hear from my attorneys!
SCROOGE
Tell ‘em to pack a lunch!
EXT. DUCKBURG AIRFIELD – DAY
Gyro unveils a plane that looks stitched from history and dreams: the GEARLOOSE GULL—gleaming propellers, solar fins.
GYRO
Eco-hybrid, amphibious, snack-drawer adjacent.
DEWEY
Shotgun! I call clouds!
HUEY
Preflight checklist?
GYRO
Yes, absolutely—
(beat; whispers)
—after we take off.
They clamber aboard. Engines whir to life.
On a ridge, MAGICA DE SPELL watches through opera glasses, raven on her shoulder. A violet spark licks her fingertips.
MAGICA
Let the old duck fetch the keys. I’ll take the door.
MONTAGE – FLIGHT MAP & AERIALS
— The GEARLOOSE GULL arcs from Duckburg over glittering seas.
— The AETHER COMPASS glows, aligning the Silver Feather to a humming constellation drawn over a map.
— The BEAGLE BOYS scramble into a battered cargo plane. It belches smoke.
— GLOMGOLD boards a corporate jet labeled “NOT MC DUCK.”
— MAGICA glides on a thunderhead like it’s a taxi.
EXT. AMAZON JUNGLE – DAY
Emerald canopy. Mist. Birdsong. Our heroes slog along a vine-wrapped path. Huey consults his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook.
HUEY
“Rule one: Respect local ecosystems and their very pointy inhabitants.”
A vine moves. It’s a snake. Beakley lifts it gently aside.
BEAKLEY
Pardon us. Lovely pattern.
LOUIE
She’s terrifying. I mean that with love.
They emerge to find—
EXT. AMAZON – RUINED STEP TEMPLE – DAY
An ancient step pyramid swallowed by jungle. At its heart: a STONE RING etched with feather grooves.
DEWEY
It’s a docking station for the feathers.
GYRO
The array’s first cradle.
SCROOGE
Quackingham, ye magnificent quack.
Huey photographs inscriptions.
HUEY
These glyphs repeat five feather symbols, then a moon crest. It’s a sequence, not a scavenger hunt.
DEWEY
So each place isn’t just a level—it’s a line in the song.
LOUIE
Which means if somebody else plays the wrong note—
MAGICA (O.S.)
—things go off-key.
Magica steps from shade, elegant and dangerous. The raven croaks. Lightning rumbles though the sky is blue.
MAGICA (cont’d)
I only need the last verse, old duck. Hand over the feathers and I’ll let you keep your… charming museum.
SCROOGE
Hard pass.
The BEAGLE BOYS pop up behind Magica, panting.
BIGTIME
We caught up! …Why is a witch here?
MAGICA
Because destiny favors professionals.
She flicks two fingers. The Beagles float, flailing, and plop into a shallow reflecting pool.
BURGER
It tastes ancient.
BOUNCER
Spit out the ancient!
GYRO
Everyone step away from the ring! The harmonic field’s unstable without the right order.
HUEY
Order is Amazon → Transylvania → African Mines → Himalayas → Moon, based on the star charts.
DEWEY
If we slot Amazon’s feather correctly, the cradle “remembers” and points us to the next one.
MAGICA
If I slot it, it points to me.
Scrooge meets the kids’ eyes. A plan, wordless and sure.
SCROOGE
Boys—McDuck Maneuver number six.
DEWEY
We have six?
LOUIE
We do now.
They scatter.
ACTION SEQUENCE – THE FIRST NOTE
— Magica surges forward; Beakley counters with an umbrella parry that hums with gyroscopic stabilization (Gyro winks).
— Gyro slaps the AETHER COMPASS into the cradle ring; it projects a faint, humming note—a musical tone graph.
— Huey calls timings; Dewey mirrors glyphs on his tablet; Louie “borrows” Magica’s raven with a shiny coin distraction and a kind hand (it likes him).
— Scrooge raises the SILVER FEATHER.
SCROOGE
Music o’ the spheres…
He slots the Silver Feather into the first groove.
The jungle HARMONIZES—a pure tone. Vines ripple. Mist spins into spirals. On the ring, a STAR-LINE ignites, pointing northwest… toward a crest etched with BATS.
HUEY
Transylvania.
DEWEY
Knew it was bats! I called it in my heart.
MAGICA
Enough of your quaint heroism.
She gestures. A violet tether steals the COPPER FEATHER from Scrooge’s satchel—SNAP—and it flies to her palm.
SCROOGE
Oi!
MAGICA
Consider it a duet. You play your notes, I’ll play mine—louder.
She vanishes in a swirl of crows and sparkles. The Beagles clap politely.
BIGTIME
Love the exit. Stealin’ that.
SCROOGE
Let ‘em go. We’ve got the lead.
GYRO
Two feathers known, three to find, one on the Moon… and a witch speeding to Transylvania with a head start.
DEWEY
So we… head to Transylvania?
HUEY
We should. But the glyphs suggest the order matters for safety. If Magica inserts Copper first at Transylvania, it may cause an overload.
LOUIE
Translation: kaboom.
SCROOGE
Then we outrun a witch, out-think a tycoon, and out-trip a trio of Beagles. Family, to the Gull!
They hustle back down the steps.
BEAGLEY offers sandwiches to the Beagles as a good-sports gesture. Burger sobs happily.
BURGER
No one’s ever fed us mid-crime before.
BOUNCER
Do we… retire?
(beat)
Nah.
EXT. AMAZON RIVER – SUNSET
The GEARLOOSE GULL skims the water; pink sky reflected. Huey overlays the star chart with photos of the ring.
HUEY
Next alignment window in Transylvania is tomorrow midnight. We’ll need to reach the castle by dusk to set our note first.
DEWEY
I’ll start the playlist: “Stake Out Jams.”
LOUIE
Wrong bats.
SCROOGE
Not wrong spirit. Let’s bring the right tune to a spooky castle.
The plane lifts into shade, the sky filling with stars.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Five notes to wake a feather on the Moon. One family to play them in time.
SMASH TO BLACK.
END OF ACT I
ACT II
EXT. TRANSYLVANIA – DUSK
A gothic valley under bruised clouds. A crooked CASTLE perches on a crag like a vulture.
EXT. CASTLE COURTYARD – NIGHT
The GEARLOOSE GULL is hidden under burlap. SCROOGE, HUEY, DEWEY, LOUIE, and GYRO crouch at a rusted portcullis.
HUEY
Alignment window opens at midnight. We go in, set Silver in the Transylvania cradle, hum the right note, and leave before anything howls.
DEWEY
Define “anything.”
A distant WOOO answers.
LOUIE
Cool cool cool.
Gyro hands out ECHO-GOGGLES.
GYRO
They visualize resonance. Also night vision. Also they look very flattering.
Scrooge levers a side gate with his cane. They slip inside.
INT. CASTLE – HALL OF PORTRAITS – CONTINUOUS
Moonlight through cracked glass. Portraits of grim nobles. One has a hidden hinge. Scrooge taps it—CLICK—a passage opens.
DEWEY
Old castles: historically terrible at privacy.
They descend.
INT. SUBTERRANEAN CHAPEL – NIGHT
A circular stone chamber, organ pipes fused to cavern walls. In the floor: a FEATHER CRADLE RING etched with bat crests.
HUEY
Transylvania cradle. The second measure in the song.
GYRO (checking meter)
The field’s primed but unstable. If the wrong feather goes first—
MAGICA (O.S.)
—chaos. Which can be very useful.
MAGICA DE SPELL steps from shadow, COPPER FEATHER glinting at her fingers.
MAGICA
Put your Silver in second, Scrooge. We’ll sing a duet.
SCROOGE
We’ll sing ye a lullaby.
The BEAGLE BOYS tumble out of an alcove and immediately trigger a trap. The floor drops under them; they dangle over a harmless two-foot pit.
BIGTIME
I’m menaced! Emotionally!
BOUNCER
My ankles are thinking about falling!
BURGER
…Is there a snack?
HUEY
We have granola.
BURGER
I will be brave.
Magica flicks her wrist; the pit seals. Beagles roll aside, bewildered but safe.
MAGICA (to Scrooge)
Copper first. Then Silver. Do it.
SCROOGE
We do it our way.
He nods—team move. Huey sights the glyphs; Dewey tunes a pitch pipe; Louie kills the overhead torches with a rope yank—WHOOM—plunging them into moonlit hush.
GYRO drops a tuning fork into the ring. It hums A.
HUEY
Bat crest—minor third down. Copper must be second, not first. Magica’s wrong on purpose.
DEWEY
She’s trying to overload it.
SCROOGE
Then we get there first.
Scrooge slides Silver into the primary groove.
The CHAPEL SINGS—a low, sweeping chord. Organ pipes breathe with no organist. Moonbeams thicken like silk. On the ring, a star-line swings and locks on a crest of PICKS AND SHOVELS.
HUEY
African Mines.
MAGICA (tight smile)
You’re faster than you look.
She hurls the Copper Feather—not into the ring but to short the tuning fork—sparks crackle, the harmony wobbles.
GYRO
She’s destabilizing sympathetic resonance!
Beakley appears with an umbrella parry, snapping the Copper Feather back to Scrooge’s feet.
BEAKLEY
House of worship. Mind the acoustics.
SCROOGE
Thank ye, Beakley.
Magica’s raven caws. She dissolves in crows.
The Beagles blink, impressed.
BIGTIME
We should try leaving like that.
BOUNCER
I can dissolve into snacks.
SCROOGE pockets the Copper Feather, eyes fierce.
SCROOGE
Next measure. Mines.
EXT. AFRICAN SAVANNA → MINING TOWN – DAY
Sun cuts through dust. A retro boomtown built around yawning MINE WORKS. GLOMGOLD banners everywhere: “GLOMGOLD MINES—HONEST ENOUGH.”
GLOMGOLD (to camera crew)
Today, I give back to the community what I extracted earlier! Which was legally mine! Mostly!
SCROOGE
He’s makin’ philanthropy sound like pickpocketing.
HUEY checks the charts.
HUEY
Cradle entrance is in Shaft C. We’ll need clearance.
LOUIE
Or charisma. Or snacks.
Louie wanders to a FOREMAN with iced lemonade. The foreman warms, gestures toward Shaft C.
DEWEY
Did he just bribe with citrus?
BEAKLEY
Civility is underrated.
INT. AFRICAN MINES – SHAFT C – DAY
Elevator rattles down. Echoes of pickaxes. The tunnel opens to a vaulted cavern—veins of glittering ore like starfields. In the center: a FEATHER CRADLE carved into a geode dome.
GYRO
We’re directly below a natural harmonic chamber. Think—stone singing bowls… the size of a cathedral.
HUEY
Order so far: Silver first, Copper second. If consistent, Mines will nest them in alternating sequence: Silver, Copper… then the third feather completes a triad.
DEWEY
What’s the third feather?
SCROOGE
We don’t know yet. But we can make room.
Scrooge slots Silver and Copper in their notches. The cavern THRUMS—a bright, hopeful chord. Crystals flare.
A VOICE booms.
VOICE (O.S.)
UNION INSPECTION!
GLOMGOLD, in a hard hat, stomps in with a legal team.
GLOMGOLD
Cease and desist your symphonies! I own this mine, sound included.
SCROOGE
Ye can’t patent a song of the Earth.
GLOMGOLD
Watch me.
His lawyers unfurl paperwork… which a stray MAGNETIC SURGE sucks into the geode. A beat. The papers puff back out as confetti.
DEWEY
I call that a counterclaim.
MAGICA materializes at the edge, eyes lit.
MAGICA
I’ll skip to the finale.
She raises a hand; ORE SEAMS shift like waves. The geode overloads, crystals pinging off like bells.
GYRO
If she pushes resonance past threshold, we’ll trigger a collapse!
HUEY
We have to vent the tone upward. Use the shafts as organ pipes.
SCROOGE
Boys—open every chimney.
DEWEY
On it!
Dewey and Louie sprint, yanking levers; foremen pull chains; vents clatter open.
GYRO slams a palm on his AETHER COMPASS; it projects a pressure graph.
GYRO
We need a third feather tuned to cool the overload—something ice-pure to temper the heat of ore—
HUEY
Himalayas.
SCROOGE
We finish this chord up a mountain. Back to the Gull!
Glomgold points at the glowing cradle, sweaty and determined.
GLOMGOLD
If there’s treasure at the end, I’ll meet you there! And arrive first by modest cheating!
EXT. HIMALAYAS – DAY
Blazing blue sky, jagged white peaks. Yaks gossip. Prayer flags snap.
EXT. MONASTERY TERRACE – DAY
A serene MONASTERY carved into the cliff. Bells toll. Monks greet them with warm nods. ABOT DUCKNOR RINPOCHE (calm, twinkly) welcomes Scrooge.
ABOT
We kept one piece safe as long as we could, McDuck.
He produces a CRYSTAL FEATHER, delicate, humming cold.
SCROOGE
Bless ye.
ABOT
Bless the intent, not the fortune. Your first coin taught you that.
Scrooge pockets a smile.
HUEY
Glyphs say the Himalayan cradle is up, open to the sky. The note needs clean air.
DEWEY
And a big finish.
LOUIE
And cocoa. For morale.
EXT. HIGH RIDGE – DUSK
A stone dais open to the world, circled by ice spires. A FEATHER CRADLE etched with snowflake crests.
Wind howls. Clouds boil.
GYRO
Pressure’s perfect. Insert in triad order. Silver, Copper, then Crystal—
MAGICA lands lightly like a snowflake turned knife.
MAGICA
Hello again. Trade you all three for your precious dime, Scrooge.
SCROOGE
Not for all the stars ye plan to steal.
MAGICA
So noble. So predictable.
GLOMGOLD arrives in a snowcat with a film crew, champagne, and a sweater that screams “congratulate me.”
GLOMGOLD
Smile! This is history!
BEAGLE BOYS pop out of the snow behind him, shivering.
BIGTIME
We’ve been here the whole time. It’s very cold.
BOUNCER
I can’t feel my crime hands.
BURGER
Snow tastes like cold.
The wind ramps to a HARMONIC WAIL. The dais wants its chord.
HUEY
Now!
Scrooge, Huey, and Gyro slot Silver, Copper, and CRYSTAL in sequence.
The MOUNTAIN SINGS—a brilliant, piercing triad that clears the sky in a ring. Aurora flickers midday. The AETHER COMPASS projects the sky like a planetarium. Lines converge into a LUNAR MAP crowned by a final icon: the LUNAR FEATHER, somewhere on the dark side.
DEWEY
The array’s pointing. We’ve got coordinates!
LOUIE
How do we get there without, you know, exploding in space?
GYRO
With manners, seatbelts, and an upgrade.
MAGICA steps into the chord, trying to steal the projection. The triad rejects her; she’s flung back, frosted, furious.
MAGICA
Enjoy your head start. I prefer the finish.
She vanishes in a curl of violet snow.
Glomgold gapes, then grins at his camera.
GLOMGOLD
My expedition continues—to the Moon! Title that: “Glomgold Goes Galactic!”
SCROOGE
He’ll get there when we’re coming back.
GYRO
Back to Duckburg. We need the Gull in lunar configuration.
BEAGLEY offers the Beagles hot cocoa. The Beagles melt emotionally.
BURGER (teary)
We might sit this one out.
EXT. DUCKBURG – NIGHT
The GEARLOOSE GULL rolls from a hangar—now a chunky, beautiful hybrid with a lunar stage, heat tiles, and bubble cockpit.
GYRO
I present: The Gearloose Gull—Luna Lark Edition. Snacks remain accessible.
BEAKLEY adjusts a spacesuit collar for Dewey.
BEAKLEY
You may save the world. You will not forget to hydrate.
SCROOGE looks to the kids—pride, a wobble of worry.
SCROOGE
Strap in, lads. We play the last note above the staff.
They board.
The AETHER COMPASS chimes clear, as if the whole Earth is humming them on.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Five notes found. One left to sing.
LAUNCH. The Gull streaks up, a bright thread sewing Earth to night.
ACT III
EXT. SPACE – CONTINUOUS
The Earth curves below; stars crowd. The MOON swells ahead.
DEWEY (awed)
We’re literally doing the NES level.
HUEY
Minus bottomless pits.
GYRO
Please don’t say “minus.”
SCROOGE
Eyes forward. Feather on the dark side.
EXT. THE MOON – TERMINATOR LINE – LATER
Harsh light meets night. The Gull arcs down to a sea of dust. Ahead, a ruin—LUNAR HENGE, a crown of stone arcs half-buried, whispering with static.
HUEY
Glyphs match Quackingham’s sketches exactly.
DEWEY
He really did it. He mapped the song to the sky.
They step out, moon-booting lightly. Soundless, gorgeous.
GYRO plants a resonance mast. It thrums.
GYRO
Atmosphere’s zero. But the harmonic field carries through rock. The final cradle should accept all three feathers and… ask for the fourth.
LOUIE
Fourth?
HUEY
There were five earthly feathers. We found three. The other two…?
A shadow falls. A sleek violet CORVIDE SHIP knifes overhead. It lands like a smirk.
MAGICA descends in a midnight-sheen exosuit. Her raven perches on the mast like it owns it.
MAGICA
Looking for these?
She opens her hand—TWO FEATHERS (bronze and obsidian) orbit her palm. She stole them en route.
SCROOGE
You raided the steps we didn’t know yet.
MAGICA
Delegation is a lost art.
GLOMGOLD skids in on a sputtering lander. It tips. He poses anyway.
GLOMGOLD
First! Almost.
He winks at the kids, sheepish. They wave, polite.
MAGICA (to Scrooge)
Place them all. I insist.
SCROOGE
Ye really want me to turn the key?
MAGICA
I want your name on the fault. Now sing.
Scrooge looks at the ring cut into moonrock. The five feather grooves wait like open hands. And beyond them, a sixth socket, small and humble, like a coin slot.
SCROOGE (soft)
First coin I ever earned. First I ever gave away.
HUEY (quiet)
Uncle Scrooge—
SCROOGE
Trust me, lad.
They seat the five feathers in sequence: Silver, Copper, Crystal, Bronze, Obsidian.
The MOON SINGS—a pure, bells-on-snow chord that makes the horizon tremble. Light climbs from the ring like a column.
At its peak, the SIXTH SOCKET glows—a call for something small, worn, and priceless.
MAGICA (exultant)
Your dime, McDuck.
Scrooge meets her gaze—no fear, only choice.
He removes his hat. The NUMBER ONE DIME gleams in vacuum.
He looks past Magica—at Earth, blue and whole.
SCROOGE
Wealth is a tool. Family is the treasure. And this—
He places the dime—not to give fortune to himself, but to aim it home.
—CLICK.
The COLUMN BLOOMS—not into hoarded gold, but into LINES OF LIGHT that arc toward Earth like an aurora turned compass. The chord modulates—distribution, not extraction.
MAGICA (realizing)
No—no! You’ve inverted the vector again!
She lunges. WEBBY (who stowed away in a toolkit because of course she did) pops from a crate, grapples Magica’s wrist with a microline.
WEBBY
Hi! Don’t vaporize my family!
GYRO
Attagirl!
HUEY
The song isn’t a key to gain—it’s a pledge. It asks what the seeker will give.
DEWEY
So the Moon Feather only wakes for generosity.
LOUIE
Capital-G generosity.
The column unfurls into a LUNAR FEATHER made of light—then condenses into a real feather of pearl and starlight, hovering above the ring.
It chooses—glides to Scrooge—then divides, sending threads of its light to Duckburg, Transylvania, the Mines, Himalayas—healing, mending, setting right the little fractures left behind their chase.
Magica yanks free, eyes wet with furious longing.
MAGICA (low)
You gave your first coin. You keep giving. Doesn’t it ever run out?
SCROOGE
That’s the secret, lass. It grows.
GLOMGOLD
This is terrible branding.
The Lunar Feather settles into Scrooge’s palm. It sings a note like gratitude.
GYRO checks his instruments, astonished.
GYRO
Residual harmonic mapping shows a gentle redistribution—debts leveled, safety nets buffered, lost items quietly returned home… Someone’s dog just found its way back from two counties over.
DEWEY
Hero mode unlocked.
HUEY
Family mode unlocked.
Magica lowers her hand, aching.
MAGICA
Keep your charity. Next time, I’ll take the song itself.
Her raven caws. Her corvide ship lifts—and she’s gone.
GLOMGOLD watches her go, then looks at Scrooge.
GLOMGOLD
Races are more fun when you lose to someone you respect.
(beat)
I do not respect you.
SCROOGE
Likewise, Flintheart.
They share a thin smile anyway.
GYRO
Let’s go home.
Scrooge looks once more at Earth.
SCROOGE
Home.
EXT. DUCKBURG – DAY
Parade energy without the parade. Life brighter by small degrees. A bus driver gets a second chance; a diner’s OUT OF ORDER sign quietly flips to WORKING; the museum’s donation box fills without fanfare.
INT. MONEY BIN – MUSEUM WING – DAY
The LUNAR FEATHER rests in a crystal case beside the five earthly feathers. Plaque reads: “THE HARMONY OF GIVING.”
BEAKLEY sets out cocoa and scones. The kids relive moments at high speed.
DEWEY
Then Webby was like shoom and the raven was like caw and—
WEBBY
It was a very tactical shoom.
LOUIE
Can we acknowledge Louie’s critical cocoa logistics in the Himalayas?
HUEY
Logged and lauded.
GYRO slips Scrooge a small tin—the Number One Dime, back under the hat brim, safe.
GYRO
It answered the question and came back. Like a boomerang made of work ethic.
SCROOGE
Aye.
He looks at the feathers, then at the kids.
SCROOGE (soft)
Fortune favors the prepared. It loves the generous.
O’HARA pokes in, bashful with paperwork.
O’HARA
I don’t know how to file “moon harmony,” so I brought you a parking ticket from last week instead.
SCROOGE
I’ll pay it gladly.
LOUIE
Character growth!
A shadow at the door—MAGICA? No. Just GLOMGOLD, hat in hand.
GLOMGOLD (gruff)
Congrats, McDuck. Next race, I cheat smarter.
SCROOGE
Next race, we run faster.
They grin. Rivals, forever.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
The world turns. Some chase fortune. Some share it. And some make sure the music plays on.
SCROOGE clinks his cane.
SCROOGE
Who’s up for a modest celebratory dive?
ALL
The pool!
SCROOGE
The money is for business!
Laughter as they head out together.
FADE OUT.
THE END (…AND ADVENTURE CONTINUES)
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