You are in Naples, Italy, and stranded (somehow) on Mount Vesuvius. You desperately look around for a way off the mountain until you hear some cackling in the distance, coming from a mysterious castle that wasn't there before. Curious, you decide to head over there and enter. The interior looked dark and spooky, fitting for an evil sorceress. Just then, as you were about to leave, the cackles get louder as the notorious (and somehow larger and fatter than ever before) Magica De Spell reveals herself.

"Looks like someone has the nerve and pestilence to come here...!!" She taunts you, her vast belly jiggling and thighs wobbling as she approaches you. Her magic staff was tightly gripped in her hands, and her feathers moved in unison with her jiggly blubber.

She takes a minute to look at you. "Well... are you related to that FOUL Scrooge McDuck?! You know how I can get his Number One Dime?!?"