Scrouge McDuck was my uncle and he had a scheme to kidnap a little girl and steal her bike and then collect ransom money for her. I'm not sure why Scrouge needed more money. He made me help him. After we captured her, we had to come up with a plan to sneak her back into her house, without her family seeing us or the little girl seeing us (we had somehow kept her from seeing us after we kidnapped her.) We rolled her into a roll of carpetting. I reasured her as we did it that she would be ok. We go tto her house and had to prentend to be interested in the furniture that her mom was selling at her yard sale. Once we got the girl back into her house, I ran down roads. Scrouge and I were never caught. Several years later the child came to a family party we were having at my grandparets house in Erie. She had turned into a boy and he was telling me about how back home he didn't have any friends and was a nerd. He didn't know that I had helped kidnap him years ago and I felt terrible. I wanted to hug him for hours.