Quackerjack giggled evilly as he stuffed the last stick of TNT under the store's display.
This would be the end of it!
This would be the last of these cursed toys!
He was so tired of the constant questions! The endless phone calls!
Do you carry any?
When are your shipments?
Are you sure you don't carry them? Did you check the back room?
The very thought made him feel sick. These people made it like these were the only toys in the whole world.
Now to end it!
Strike the match!
Light the fuse!
And…
BOOM!!!!
The mad toy maker fumbled inside a pants pocket for the book of matches.
"I told you I'd give you fireworks, Mister Banana Brain."
He chuckled to the stuffed doll seated on his shoulder.
"Ah! Here they are."
Striking a match, he held it the fuse.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night!", rang a clear voice from the darkness.
Quackerjack yelped, dropping his match. Mister Banana Brain tumbled from the toy maker's shoulder.
"I am the coal in your Christmas stocking! I am Darkwing Duck!"
The purple smoke dissipated, reveling Darkwing, standing in one of his usual dramatic poses on the check out counter.
Flying into a rage, Quackerjack shook his fists. The bells on his jester outfit jangled wildly.
"You're not going to stop me! Not this time!"
Letting out a long, tired sigh, Darkwing merely shook his head.
"Stop you? I'm not going to stop you. I'm here to help you."
If Quackerjack's jaw had dropped any lower he would have tripped over it. As it was, he could only gawk at Darkwing.
Hoping off the counter, Darkwing picked up one the stuffed animals from the display, He shook his head sadly.
"You don't know what kind of a headache these Beanie Babies have been for me."
With an angry look that could have rivaled Negaduck, Darkwing, through the beanie back onto the over flowing shelves.
"All I hear is, Darkwing, someone has stolen my beanies! Can you get them back for me? They running me ragged! And do you know how many fights I've had to break up! I can't even count them on both my hands and feet! The last one was between two grandmothers! They were about to start beating each other with their walkers over the last Princess Diana Bear! I can't take it anymore!"
Darkwing closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he continued.
"I just want to get back to normal criminals. Like criminals who want to take over the world, turn people into plants, or even the punks who rip the tags off mattresses."
"Y…Y…You mean…you want to blow them up?" Quackerjack finally said, finding his voice.
Darkwing nodded, "Yes, but, let's take them else where. There's no need to blow up the entire store.
The insane toy maker stood there for a few seconds, completely dumbfounded. Then, finally, he smiled, extending his hand.
"Okay, it's a truce, then."
After checking to make sure there wasn't a buzzer, Darkwing gladly shook hands with Quackerjack.
Without another word, and after Quackerjack had retrieved Mister Banana Brain, they placed the beanies in boxes. Very carefully gathering the TNT, they glanced at each other and smiled with relief. Slipping out of Pilgrim Hallmark, they disappeared into the night.