Back for more? I'm so glad to here that!
I've been asked to write something longer, so I'm gonna give
it a whirl. I have a bunch of ideas in my head, and this one I've been working
on. This one is somewhat serious, but I tried to keep it funny, like my shorter
ones. Here goes something!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Ducks, I'm just a fan who is
working on her writing skills. DON'T SUE!!! I don't have any money, anyway…
Only Second Best
Chapter 1
Five Ducks were standing outside of
the door to Nosedive's room.
"Are you
sure?" asked Duke.
"Positive,"
Tanya said. Duke looked at her funny. "I swear!"
Duke
crossed his arms. "I don't believe you!"
"Tanya, you
sure you weren't hallucinating?" asked Wildwing. Mallory nodded.
"I KNOW
WHAT I SAW!!!!!" shouted Tanya.
"I must
admit, my friend, the idea you claim to have seen is a little unlikely," said
Grin.
"I'LL PROVE
IT TO YOU!" Tanya yelled. She walked over and knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
called Nosedive from inside the room. The doors fooshed open, and the other
Ducks' jaws dropped.
"I don't
believe it!" they said at once.
"See? Told
ya!" said Tanya.
"Is it
possible?" asked Wing. "Is it actually possible?"
Nosedive
was cleaning his room! Wildwing
walked up to his brother and felt his forehead, the other hand on his own.
"No…doesn't feel sick…" he said thoughtfully.
"Har har,"
Dive said. He picked up a laundry basket and started to go around and pick up
clothes off the floor. "Whoo! Smelly!" he said, picking up a sock.
The other
Ducks huddled. "Well, maybe we should take him to the infirmary and make sure
he's ok…" Mallory said.
"Yea, he's
behaving very strangly…" said Wing.
"Ooh!
Taco!" they heard Dive cheer.
"Nosedive!
Don't eat that!" yelled Tanya.
"Too late…"
said Grin.
"EWW!" said
Mallory. "How long has that been there?"
"How should
I know?" Dive answered. The other Ducks turned a shade of green. "Man, there's
taco sauce on this shirt!" he complained, picking up the shirt the taco was
under.
"You're
disgusting!" shouted Mallory.
"So?" Dive
asked. He plopped down on his stomach and crawled under his bed. "Holy
Lint-balls, Batman! We've struck laundry! Sniff? HOOFAH! Whoa that smells!" came his voice.
"Ugh! How
can you even sleep?" asked Wildwing. Nosedive ignored him.
"Hey! It's
issue number seventeen of The Justice of Courage! I wondered were this
went!" he cheered.
"The
Justice of Courage? That makes no sense at all…" said Tanya.
"Neither
does Dive," said Duke. Tanya shrugged.
"AHHH!!!!
RAT!!!!!!!" yelled the Duck under the bed. Mallory screamed and hid behind
Grin. "Oh, my mistake, it was a sock." Mallory grabbed her heart and was
breathing heavily. She didn't really like rats.
"Well,
maybe we should leave you to your work, Dive," said Wing. "Have fun."
Dive
crawled out from under his bed. The whole front side of him was covered in
dust. Mallory shook her head. "Well, you'll be happy to know I finally found my
wrist-com!" he said happily, holding the dusty thing up.
"YOU
LOST YOUR WRIST-COM?" the Ducks yelled.
"Yea, but I
found it!" he said cheerfully. Wildwing rubbed his head.
"What am I
going to do with you?" he asked his brother.
"How 'bout
a hug?" Dive asked innocently. He held out his dust-covered arms and approached
Wing.
"Um… catch
ya later!" Wing yelled and ran.
"Well pooey
on you! Any other takers?" he asked. The others ran out of the room. Dive
shrugged. He pulled a snorkel over his head and walked into his closet.
It was six
o'clock and the Ducks were in the kitchen trying to figure out what to have for
dinner. Duke wanted Hot-Pockets, Tanya wanted fish sticks (brain food, y'know),
Mallory wanted Chef Salads, and Wing wanted Macaroni. Grin really didn't care,
and Nosedive was still cleaning his room.
The doors
swooshed open, and Nosedive walked in carrying an armload of dirty dishes. His
hair was tied back in a bandana, he had the snorkel on his head, and he was
covered in dust. There were still pieces of lint in his hair, and he had a
weapon-belt on with Windex in one holster and Pine-sol in the other. Headphones
were around his neck and a Walkman was hooked onto his belt.
"Hey guys!
I'm done! What's for dinner?" he asked, putting the dishes in the sink.
"So that's
where all the dishes went!" said Tanya. "I was wondering!"
"Nosedive!
You're tracking dust everywhere!" shouted Mallory. "How dirty was your room,
anyway?"
"You don't
wanna know…"
Suddenly
Phil burst through the door. "Boobies!" he called.
"Uh oh, he
has that look…" whispered Duke.
"Yea, that
'I've booked a thing for you and you're going no matter what' look," said Wing.
"How do we
get rid of him?" asked Tanya.
"Leave it
to me," Dive said. He walked up to Phil. "Phillie! How 'bout a hug?"
Phil's eyes
widened. "What have you been rolling in?" he asked. He tried to run, but
Nosedive was too quick. He grabbed Phil and put him into a big bear hug. "NO!
LET GO! YOU'RE FILTHY!" he yelled, trying to push Nosedive away. Nosedive
backed off.
"ACK! MY
SUIT!" Phil shouted, looking down at his now-dust covered clothes. "Now I have
to go and change! Nah, I'll just go home. EWW!! What have you been
doing?" Phil yelled as he left the kitchen.
"Way to go
Dive!" said Wing, giving his brother a high-five. "You got rid of Phil!"
"Yea, now
GO CHANGE! You're tracking dust everywhere!" yelled Mallory. Dive activated his
jet blades and rolled out of the room.
"OK!
Hot-Pockets it is!" Duke cheered as he ran to the freezer.
"NO WAY!"
the other three yelled.
The next
day Nosedive was mopping the floor in the Ready Room. "Geez, it was just some
footprints! No need to get all bent out of shape about it!" he grumbled to
himself.
Suddenly
the alarm went off on Drake 1. Nosedive dropped the mop and ran to the consul.
"Whoa man! These are some crazy readings!" he said to himself.
"What's
going o-OOON?!?" Wildwing said as he ran through the door and slipped on the
wet floor and went sailing with the other Ducks.
"By the
way, guys," Dive said without turning around, "I just mopped the floor."
"We
noticed…" said Duke. Nosedive turned to see his teammates sprawled all over the
floor. "Heh heh, whoops," he said.
"Never mind
that," said Wildwing getting to his feet. "What's going on?"
Tanya ran
to the computer. "There are some readings coming from a place twenty miles from
Anaheim!" she said.
"What kind
of readings?" asked Duke.
Tanya
studied the monitor for a moment. "No way! It's from Dragonus's dimensional
LIMBO!" she yelled. "It must be open!"
"We've
gotta check it out!" said Wildwing, turning around. He lead the other Ducks out
the door. Dive stayed behind.
"Hey guys!
Watch out for the…"
"WHOOOAAAAA!!!!"
CRASH "OOF!"
"…wet
floor..."
The
Aerowing flew over the skies of Southern California. "Y'know bro, we could be
walking into another trap-olla…" Nosedive said.
Wildwing
glanced over to his co-pilot. He sighed. "I know…everyone, watch your backs and
keep your eyes open for anything funny. Remember, Dragonus could be up to one
of his tricks again."
The other
Ducks nodded.
"Here's the
place!" called Wildwing.
"But
where's Lizard-butt?" asked Nosedive.
"Dive! Scan
for the Raptor!" Wing ordered. Dive pushed a few buttons.
"It's gone
back to Anaheim…" said Mallory.
Duke was
puzzled. "Huh? I don't get it! Why'd he come out here and then leave?"
"You don't
suppose it's a trick to get us out of town, do you?" asked Tanya.
A little
alarm went off. "We're picking up some readings, there's someone out there!"
Wing said.
"Ladies and
Gentle-Ducks, who will it be? Could it be Siege? Maybe Wraith? Or is it The
Chameleon? Contestants, write your answers down now!" Dive said in a game show
host-type voice. Then he started humming the Jeopardy theme.
"Only one
way to find out…" said Wildwing, landing the Aerowing. "And this time, let's
lock the doors…"
The Ducks
exited the Aerowing and made sure it was secure. Then they pursued after the
unknown person.
"Whoever
they are, they're over this next hill…" Tanya said.
"Everyone
get your weapons ready and be careful…" Wildwing said. He signaled to the
others, who followed him up. They peeked over it.
"I don't
believe it!" Wing said.
"Shh!" said
Mallory.
"Scan him
with the Mask, bro. It could be The Chameleon!" Dive whispered.
Wing put
his fingers up to the Mask. After a few moments, he jumped. "IT IS HIM!" he
shouted happily. He ran down the hill. "HEY CANARD!"
TO BE CONTINUED…
