So that's why I was woken up in the middle of the night, dragged into an adventure with a ghost and screaming, "What the hell is going on!?" at Donald.

"The kids decided to go exploring in Scrooge's treasure room." He yelled back. "WITHOUT PERMISSION! And while they were THERE-!"

Cue the blood-curdling scream from the ghost and Scrooge bellowing at us. "Leave the explanations for later! We need to split up! Now!"

So myself and Donald headed into the east wing, Scrooge, Beakley and Webby ended up carrying straight on and the boys took a sharp right down the stairs, nearly breaking their ankles in the process.

The screaming ghost followed us [of course] and wailed at Donald. "Grimbold my love, Grimbold come back!"

"WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS GRIMBOLD!?" Donald yelled at me as we sprinted through the corridors.

"I think she thinks it's you!" I yelled back.

"What!?" Donald squawked. "That's crazy!"

"Yeah, well you might not had noticed, Donny, but we live freakin' mental lives! The moon not ringing a bell!?"

"Oh Shaddup!" Don snapped at me as we legged it into one of the many, many spare rooms. "Quick, grab furniture!"

"Right!" I grabbed a randem small table and put it against the wall. Donald grabbed a small pouf and shoved it against the wall.

"Help me with this table!" Don called as he grabbed one side of the table.

"Got it." I grabbed the other side and we started to move it to the door. Then, we had one of those 'twin-moments' and looked at each other. "What are we doing?" I asked him.

He looked back at me, with the exact same expression on his face and added. "...She's a ghost-"

As if to prove our point the ghost glided through the [shut] door and the furniture and looking straight at Donald said, in delight. "Grimbold, my love!"

"I AM NOT GRIMBOLD!" Donald yelled at her while I yanked furniture out the way.

"Don't be silly, Grimbold." The ghost said, advancing slowly. "Now we can be together forever."

"GET LOST YOU CREEP!" Donald screamed, grabbing a nearby lamp [which was no doubt very expensive] and hurtling it at her.

"Watch it!" I snapped as the vase came within a inch of my skull.

"Sorry!"

"Do you wanna help me with this, Don?" I asked, grabbing one end of the table.

"Bit busy, Dumbella!" Don snapped, before taking a breath and saying to the axe-crazy ghost. "Look, I don't know who you are, but MY name is Donald Duck, okey? Donald Fauntleroy Duck. I am not your 'LOVE' I have NO idea who you are and to be perfectly blunt I don't want to, okey? Leave. Me. Alone!"

There was a beat and then the ghost said. "I can't understand what your saying, Grimbold."

Donald and myself face-palmed at excatly the same moment. Then I flung open the door and called. "C'mon, Don!"

"Adios!" Don called, literally running through the ghost and out the door.

We were just skidding past my door when I heard my phone ringing, I took a detour to answer it and snatched it up with a: "What!?"

"Are you upstairs, lass?" Scrooge asked, as if this was a totally normal situation.

Hearing screaming, swearing and the sound of crashing from outside, I stuck one finger in my ear and said. "Look, Scrooge, unless you're ringing to tell me you know who Grimbold is then can you just leave it to us, ple-"

"Ah do."

I paused. "Sorry, what?"

"DELLA!" Donald yelled from the hall.

I waved a hand in his direction [not that he could see me] and hissed into the phone. "Who is he, then?"

"No time. Just get Donald to the west wing NOW."

"Rodger." I hung up just as Donald yelled - at the top of his lungs - "DELLA, ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING!? I NEED YOU!"

"Sorry." I rushed into the hall. "Follow me!" And legged it back down the hall.

To give Donald credit he only swore a FEW times as he ran after me, demanding to know what was going on. Which obviously I couldn't answer cos I didn't know myself.

I got to the West Wing and the first thing I saw was Scrooge standing there, looking VERY calm given the circumstances. I was just about to ask him what the hell was going on when someone grabbed me and placed a hand across my mouth.

Startled I looked up to see Beakley, who gave me a small nod. I wasn't sure I was exactly RELAXED by that, but it was better than being kidnapped by anyone else, so, eh.

I could hear Donald coming before I saw him. Just a mixture of swearing, yelling at the ghost to go away, and screaming my name - like I could help him even if I wasn't currently being held prisoner by my own honourary aunt.

He ran into the room and this time Scrooge waved his cane at him and called. "Donald, lad! Over here!"

Donald didn't even break stride and ran towards Scrooge like his life depended on it. (Which to be fair, it kinda did) Scrooge waited till Donnie was about four feet in front of him _ Scrooge who's, like, 150 years old or something ridicuous like that - and FLUNG himself at Donald knocking him to the floor.

Scrooge lay on top of him - basically pinning him down - and the ghost let out a screech as she realised that she was going to collide head-first with a picture. It's a bit hard to describe, but I'm going to try. She basically glided into the picture and there was a blinding flash and then...stillness.

Beakley let me go. "Sorry, Della." She said, apoligetically. "We couldn't have you messing up the plan."

I spat the blood out my mouth [Beakley is FREAKIN' STRONG] and said. "No problem. What the hell happened?"

We went over to where Scrooge was helping Donald up and - after checking if my twin was alright - I asked. "So...would someone mind explaing to me - WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"

"Millie found a necklace." Scrooge explained. "Tha' necklace was given ta me when I went on an adventure in Australia in 19- - well. The year isn't important. I was TOLD it co'tained the ghost of a young girl called Myra Webbed who commited suicide after being abandoned at the alter by her husband-to-be, Grimbold Mallard."

"How awful." Beakley said, in a rare show of genuine upset. But marriage and children have always been a bit of a tricky subject with Aunty Beakley, so maybe it wasn't totally unexpected.

"I was told if the ghost ever got free - which she would only do if someone put the necklace on - she would look for her husband Grimbold and wouldn't rest until she found him. So the guy threw in this portrait as well." Scrooge nodded towards the big portrait on the wall. "Painted some time before the wedding. Look."

We looked. The guy, Grimbold, DID look a lot like Donald, it had to be said. "Wow." I nudged Donald. "It's the brother you never had."

He rolled his eyes. "Shut up. You're enough trouble."

"ME! Name ONE time I gave you trouble!"

He laughed. "I could name 100! But as it is - the MOON ring any bells!?"

"Children!" Beakley said sharply.

We glared at each other and Scrooge took a deep breath. "SO I organised tha' lil charade so she would go back into the picture. I admit." He looked at the portrait. "I wasnae sure it would work. But it looks like it has."

"She looks happy." Beakley said, softly. And she did Myra [who I last saw as a mental screaming ghost] now had a contented smile on his face and had her arm round the Donald-Double Grimbold. It was a sweet sight. "Excuse me." Beakley said, sounded a bit choked. "I have dusting to do." And she left the room.

We watched her go, then Scrooge put his arms round us. "Well, Beakley may have 'dusting' but I suggest we have a cup of hot chocolate to calm down before going to bed. I believe the children are in the kitchen. C'mon."

And we went.

Hi! Roxy Goth here. I know I usually do this at the beginning of the chapter, but I didn't want to break the flow. First of all thanks to Average Everyday Sane Psycho, KaliAnn and tonofthebalence for reviewing the last chapter.

Thank you to EVERYONE who has followed and favourited this story.

I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and I hope that - despite the circumstances - that your christmas manages to be at least vaguelly good. Remember - we're NEARLY at the end of the year!

I probably won't be back now until next year, where a new arc will begin.

See you soon, and try to keep smiling - love Roxy