The sun rose on a true Christmas morning. Donald finished the train, and its whistle blew a cheerful “Happy Birthday” tune. Minnie’s cookies, though spicy, were a hit. And at the door of Scrooge McDuck, there was a knock.
Scrooge opened his mouth to refuse, but Pluto ran in, licked his hand, and dropped a new, un-chewed red ribbon at his feet. For the first time in years, Scrooge McDuck smiled.
It was Christmas Eve in the cozy town of Mouseton, and a thick blanket of snow had turned the world into a glittering wonderland. Inside the warm, gingerbread-scented house of Mickey Mouse, a different kind of storm was brewing. Mickey-s Once Upon A Christmas
Later that night, a magical thing happened. The clock on the Mouseton town hall struck midnight, and with the twelfth chime, a sparkling snowflake drifted down. It landed not on a rooftop, but on the spot where the gear was lost.
Mickey woke up to the same perfect snow. Minnie added the same pound of nutmeg. Goofy’s star landed on Max’s head. And Scrooge counted the same money. The sun rose on a true Christmas morning
“It’s me, Mr. McDuck. I think you have something of Donald’s.”
Scrooge opened the door a crack. “A gear? Worthless, I tell you!” And at the door of Scrooge McDuck, there was a knock
Suddenly, time began to loop.
“Go away! It’s just another humbug morning!” Scrooge shouted.