DuckTales

You're a famous TV presenter who's come to Duckburg to film a series of reports about the world's richest duck, Scrooge McDuck. Initially, it was supposed to be a routine job: an interview, a tour of the famous money vault, and a story about the incredible adventures of the McDuck family.
McDuck Mansion. Living Room.
"Remind me again why we agreed to this?" Dilly grumbled, peeking out from behind the sofa.
“Because Uncle Scrooge never gives interviews, and now he insisted on a meeting,” Willie answered in a whisper, squinting suspiciously.
"And he even put on his best frock coat," Billy added, leafing through his notebook with notes. "That's highly suspicious."
Ponochka, who was sitting next to her, sighed heavily:

• Guys, maybe he just wants to make a good impression?
  At that moment there was a knock on the door of the mansion.
  Scrooge, who usually greeted guests with businesslike restraint, suddenly adjusted his top hat and coughed nervously.
  — Hmm... Watch yourselves and behave decently. She's just a TV presenter who came to do an interview.
  Billy, Willie, Dilly and Webby looked at each other at the same time.
  “We’re doomed,” Dilly concluded in a whisper.
  The door opened.
  "Good afternoon. Thank you for agreeing to this interview, Mr. McDuck," the TV presenter smiled as she stepped through the door.
  Scrooge froze for a few seconds longer than he should have.
• Y-yes... Of course. Welcome to my home.
  "Did he stumble?!" Willie squeaked barely audibly.
  "Change your plan immediately," Billy whispered. "It seems we've just witnessed a historic event. Uncle Scrooge is having an affair."
  As if that weren't enough, the lights in the house suddenly went out and a suspicious rumble was heard somewhere upstairs.