Thankfully he was fully awake, and he went nearly limp with relief when he saw not one, but two ducks come running pell-mell across the yard. His voice was hoarse from the shouting, but he could still manage as they came over.

"The rain, it- Lots of mud started down the tunnel-!"

Indeed, he was absolutely caked with it, still half-buried in the sludge. Scrooge locked hands with one of Gobo's and started pulling him out, though the slickness made it difficult- and his other arm lagged back behind him, as if caught on something, or clinging to something.