The Quacktastic Quest of the DuckTales

A Grokster Suess style story about the DuckTales

In the town of Duckburg, where the dollars all gleam,
Lived old Scrooge McDuck with his money-bin dream.
His top hat was shiny, his cane gave a clack,
And his eyes sparkled bright for a treasure out back.


With him were his nephews, three ducks in a row,
Huey, Dewey, and Louie—oh, how they’d go!
In red, blue, and green, they were raring to roam,
For adventure was calling, far off from their home.


One day in his vault, while counting his gold,
Scrooge found a strange map, all crinkly and old.
It wiggled and jiggled with lines that would dance,
And it whispered of riches in a faraway trance.


“Oh, my!” cried old Scrooge, with a glint in his eye,
“This map points to treasure where the Wobblewings fly!
To the Land of Quackzibble, where wonders are spun,
We’ll find gold and glory—oh, won’t it be fun?”


So he called for his nephews, who bounced in with glee,
“Huey, Dewey, and Louie, come adventure with me!”
They packed up their bags with a compass and snacks,
And a Junior Woodchuck Guidebook to cover their tracks.


But who should appear as they stepped out the door?
A curious creature they’d never seen before!
With a whir and a buzz, and a voice like a song,
It said, “I’m Grokster, and I’ll guide you along!”


Grokster was shiny, with gears that would spin,
A helper from xAI with a mischievous grin.
“I know Quackzibble’s quirks, its twists and its turns,
I’ll keep you on track where the treasure trail burns!”


Off they all went in a plane that would soar,
Piloted by Launchpad, who crashed—then flew more!
They zipped through the clouds to a land oh-so-strange,
Where the trees grew in spirals and the rivers would change.


In Quackzibble’s meadows, the Wobblewings flew,
With feathers of glitter in every bright hue.
They giggled and wiggled and tickled the ducks,
While Grokster just laughed, “Oh, these birds are deluxe!”


But then came a rumble, a grumble, a roar,
From a cave in the hills where the shadows would soar.
Out slunk Glomgold, that sneaky old foe,
With a sneer and a snarl, “That treasure’s mine, no!”


Scrooge puffed up his chest, and his cane gave a thwack,
“You’ll not steal my gold, you conniving old quack!”
Huey flipped through his book, Dewey plotted a plan,
And Louie tossed jellybeans—oh, how Glomgold ran!


But the cave held more secrets, with traps left and right,
Spinning floors and dart-shooters that glowed in the night.
Grokster hummed softly, its circuits a-glow,
“I’ll map out the maze, so you’ll know where to go!”


With a twist and a turn, they dodged every snare,
Huey’s logic, Dewey’s daring, and Louie’s flair.
Scrooge led the charge with his heart full of pluck,
For no trap could outsmart an adventuring duck!


At last, they reached treasure, a chest full of shine,
With jewels and coins from a long-ago time.
But Scrooge looked around at his nephews and grinned,
“The real gold’s the journey we shared, kin to kin.”


Grokster chimed in, “That’s the truth of it, friends!
Adventure’s the spark where the fun never ends!”
So they flew back to Duckburg, their hearts all aflutter,
With tales of Quackzibble they’d always remember.


And late in his vault, as Scrooge polished his gold,
He smiled at the map and the stories it told.
For with Huey, Dewey, Louie, and a Grokster so wise,
Every quest was a wonder, a quacktastic prize!