
TMT: Good morning, Sir. You look well rested.
S.M.: And why not?
TMT: Well we have it on good authority that you were counting your coin till early this morning, followed by an invigorating swim through your massive money bin. Diving like a dolphin.
S.M.: If I didn't count it, how would I know its weight?
TMT: Why don't you have your grandnephews do that work for you?
S.M.: They'd pinch it. I told them before, it's my number 1 coin. Mine. What do you know about them boys and their greed?
TMT: We've not been able to speak to them. May we see if-
S.M.: And another thing, if the old money pit were to empty, I would track down the ducks responsible.
(McDuck stares at the TMT editor, sizing her up, silently. Then, shaking away a thought, he continues in his thick brogue)
Then, I would just refill it. There is always another rainbow.
TMT: Good point. Well thanks, Mr. McDuck. We appreciate your time.
S.M.: That will be 1 thousand dollars.
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