IB:Yay! My first Darkwing Duck story. Please review

Disclaimer:Darkwing Duck belongs to Disney.

Chapter 1

Reggie smiled tenderly at Rhoda stroking her hair so daintily. This was the happiest day in the young veggies man life. Nothing could ruin this beautiful moment. Or so he thought.

"Do you, Reginald Bushroot take Rhoda Dendron to be your wavily wedded wife? To have and to hold? Through sickness and in health? Till death to you part?" The Priest asked, yawning.

"I do," Reggie cried happily giving his love a hug.

Launchpad was sitting near bye in the seat stands, blowing his nose. "This is so romantic," he sniffed, feeling overcome with mushy gooey feelings.

Darkwing scoffed crossing his arms. "I don't even like this guy. So why I let you talk me into coming here I'll never know."

"You may now kiss the bride and give me five thousand dollars," The Priest extended his hand really wanting his money.

Reggie gave him a bag of fertilizer and pulled Rhoda in for a kiss...but...she started melting! "Huh? RHODA!" his eyes widened in shock and horror.

Rhoda was now a pile of green goop on the floor much to the plant mutants dismay.

"Wow, there's something you don't see everyday," Launchpad stared in surprise now eating popcorn.

"Rhoda! Oh no! This is horrible!" Bushroot frowned feeling his heart break as he scooped up his bride in a jar. The jar started shaking and laughter was heard...Kaboom! Shatter glass was everywhere and the green goop started morphing to form...Dr. Gary.

"Hi Reggie, long time no see," Dr. Gary grinned.

Bushroot eyes widened as he backed away slowly. Now it was the worst day of his life. "G-Go away! You shouldn't be here!" There was panic in his voice. Dead guys weren't suppose to come back to be brides.

"Oh boy time for action come on Launchpad, let's get dangerous," Darkwing grinned.

Launchpad wasn't paying any attention.

"LP! Listen to me!" Darkwing snapped his fingers trying to get his friends attention.

Launchpad turned around and he was now Dr. Larson!

"I'm not going to have Herbs homemade pizza anymore, " Darkwing frowned placing his hands on his stomach, and facing away from Dr. Larson

Dr. Gary grinned at Bushroot. "Hey, Reggie, remember that game we played back in high school?"

Bushroot frowned backing away. "N-no...Go away! You're dead!"

"Up down..up down." Gary grinned.

Bushroot was floating in the air and was slammed on the ground.

"Winners go up and losers go down," Dr.Larson grabbed Bushroots leg throwing him in the air.

"AHHH! Oof..Ow," Bushroot groaned.

"They spin around and puck their guts out, " Dr. Gary laughed.

Bushroot screamed as he spun uncontrollably, struggling to get back on the ground. "HELP!" he cried feeling sick.

Darkwing sighed not looking forward to helping his enemy but a hero had to do what a hero had to do. Waving his cape in the air the masked duck walked over to Gary and Larson, taking out his gun. "Put down melon head and prepare to suck gas."

They laughed and suddenly pizzas were falling from the sky. One even came to life, chewing on his cape. "Hey!" he pulled his cape away from the pizza monster. "I must be dreaming. Curse Herbs homemade pizzas." he ran off.

"Hey! What about me!" Bushroot called as he fell on the ground.

"Don't worry Reggie veggie," Dr. Gary chuckled hugging him tightly.

"Yeah well take good care of you," Dr. Larson grinned clasping his hands together.

IB:What do they have plan? Will Bushroot get away? Are Herbs homemade pizzas really the cause of all this? Why am I asking you all these questions?

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