You never heard the stories of the servants quarters in McDuck Mansion, until now...

INT. MCDUCK MANSION, DAY. We follow DUCKWORTH the butler as he inspects the manor.

DUCKWORTH
Come, come now. The master's giant green reading chair mustn't be scuffed.

DUCKMAID
Apologies, Mr. Duckworth.

DUCKWORTH
Hrmph.

DUCKWORTH enters the master bedroom.

DUCKWORTH
What--what on Earth are you doing, Mr. Drake.

DOOFUS DRAKE, the valet, looks up from his work.

DOOFUS DRAKE
Why, I was but shining his Lordship's spats, sir.

DUCKWORTH
Well, get on with it. There's much work to be done.

DOOFUS DRAKE
But sir, his spats must be pristine-like, seeing as how his Lordship wears no pants.

DUCKWORTH
Hmph, very well. But do get on.

DUCKWORTH retires to his office, and, sighing, sets his fat body down in a chair. MRS BENTINA BEAKLEY knocks quietly on the door and enters.

DUCKWORTH
Oh, hello Mrs. Beakley.

MRS. BEAKLEY
Good morning, Mr. Duckworth.

DUCKWORTH
The preparations for the nephew's quarters?

MRS. BEAKLEY
Going very well. But Mr. Duckworth, I wanted to talk to you. It's about Master Dewey?

DUCKWORTH
Master Dewey?

MRS. BEAKLEY
Yes…I don't know know how to put this exactly, but it seems that Mr. Dewey…well…I know you have a special affection for him, and...

DUCKWORTH
What is it?

MRS. BEAKLEY
He slept with that visiting emissary from Turkey, Mrs. Paduck, who died in the throes of their love.

DUCKWORTH
Oh…oh dear.

MRS. BEAKLEY
Yes, and while I'm broaching difficult subjects, may I ask you why your name is Mr. Duckworth despite the fact that you are clearly a dog?

DUCKWORTH
I'm not sure, Mrs. Beakley. I'm not sure if I'll ever be sure.

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