"SHOE SHINE! GET YER SHOE SHINE HERE FOLKS! Best cleaning service this side o' the Mississippi! McDuck cleaning services will see that your boots, your clogs, your slip ons, whatever fancies your feet, will be cleaned to the brightest shine in no time flat!"
The elderly looking duck barks out the advertisement with a loud cry, the sort of volume that could easily grab the attention of those still lying in crystal stasis. Behind the short-stack of wit and hard work is a rather odd looking contraption, molded together with rope and other knick-knacks so obviously plundered from the local heap. Belts and fashioned cords weave together to sit before a row of three chairs, allowing many different individuals to sit while, to the keen eye, the self-employed duck would pedal while positioned atop the crudely made cycle. Off to the side sits a single chair, left there for any single patron in place of the expected crowd that would gather.
"1 Gil a shine! The most affordable service you could ask for!"
He'd started from the bottom, lived in the barrel and climbed his way out to fortune. While he missed the comforts of Duckburg, longed to know the smell of printed mint and molded coin, the years of hard work and sweat had instilled in Scrooge the strongest of ethics when it came to making his place in the world. It was a new frontier, a new road for him to embark upon, and there was no one who would stop him from getting back the rightful title of "richest duck", even if he was an entire world away from home.
"Experienced hands that'll leave you the envy of every man, woman and child! A seasoned shoe-shiner who'll take care of any mud, grim, dirt, and grit that sullies your favorite footwear!"
Scrooge McDuck | Scrooge McDuck/The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck
"SHOE SHINE! GET YER SHOE SHINE HERE FOLKS! Best cleaning service this side o' the Mississippi! McDuck cleaning services will see that your boots, your clogs, your slip ons, whatever fancies your feet, will be cleaned to the brightest shine in no time flat!"
The elderly looking duck barks out the advertisement with a loud cry, the sort of volume that could easily grab the attention of those still lying in crystal stasis. Behind the short-stack of wit and hard work is a rather odd looking contraption, molded together with rope and other knick-knacks so obviously plundered from the local heap. Belts and fashioned cords weave together to sit before a row of three chairs, allowing many different individuals to sit while, to the keen eye, the self-employed duck would pedal while positioned atop the crudely made cycle. Off to the side sits a single chair, left there for any single patron in place of the expected crowd that would gather.
"1 Gil a shine! The most affordable service you could ask for!"
He'd started from the bottom, lived in the barrel and climbed his way out to fortune. While he missed the comforts of Duckburg, longed to know the smell of printed mint and molded coin, the years of hard work and sweat had instilled in Scrooge the strongest of ethics when it came to making his place in the world. It was a new frontier, a new road for him to embark upon, and there was no one who would stop him from getting back the rightful title of "richest duck", even if he was an entire world away from home.
"Experienced hands that'll leave you the envy of every man, woman and child! A seasoned shoe-shiner who'll take care of any mud, grim, dirt, and grit that sullies your favorite footwear!"