"I -- I -- I -- " He blinked, shaking his head slightly. "Well, I don't know!" Now that he took a moment to reminisce, he had no easy answer. It made absolutely no sense why he bothered with her after that night at Scrooge's party. It had been like she'd cast a spell on him each time he visited with her and that made him want to visit her again. And again, and again. Certainly he enjoyed talking with her, and looking at her was even more pleasant. But between their age difference and the difference in social standing, he should never have bothered with her. "To be nice?" Fenton guessed at his own motives. "I wanted a friend, and she wanted a friend."

"I dinn'a think she wanted a friend," Scrooge said, giving Fenton a pointed look above the top edge of the spectacles perched on his bill. "D'ye suppose her parents chaperoned ye because they dinn'a trust ye? Or because they dinn'a trust her?"

Fenton's eyes widened in realization as he stared at the bold headline on the Duckburg Times on Scrooge's desk. "Oh . . . Oh!" His face flushed as an irrepressible grin overwhelmed his bill.

"Now will ye go 'n' get th' angel back for us?" Scrooge implored.

Leaping from his seat, Fenton hollered, "Just try and stop me!"



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