»Squeech! Yowch! Whee-ee-ee-ee! That tickles! I'll pay. I'll pay!« Donald squealed. Huey, Louie and Dewey giggled as Donald crawled from under the rug holding the money in his hand.
»You're fiends!« he shouted. »You are supposed to act like businessmen. I'm firing the whole bunch of you. I'll collect the bills myself.«
Huey, Louie and Dewey did not mind losing the job. They hadn't wanted it in the first place. They tiptoed away as their Uncle Donald dug into the brief case.
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