The rain rain rain came down down down...

[talkyourwayout]

It was a good day to be inside, that was for sure.

"Sorry about your trip, Unca Scrooge..."

Although Louie was very glad it at least wasn't a thunderstorm. The rain was coming down hard, but without thunder and lightning, they were okay to stand by the kitchen window and watch - it was kind of cool-looking, in a way, everything blurred by the rainfall. Even inside the manor, though, the cold of the day's weather could be felt, which was less than cool. Louie pulled his hood up over his head - it still kind of smelled like the soap Boober had washed it with, and that got a nostalgic smile out of him. Sure, that day had been stressful, but all's well that ends well, right? He pulled the hood further down his face, until it was nearly covering his eyes, and inhaled deeply.

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[moneymatters]

As they got closer, and especially once they practically leapt through the door leading out to the back terrace and the garden beyond, it was obvious that the screams were cries for help. And once outside, even through the driving rain Scrooge saw exactly what he feared. Movement, and a brilliant shock of fuschia, by the slickened, half-flooded entrance of the Fraggle tunnel.