Story synopsis; They meet again. The Masked Mallard and The Trio of Super Teens, are brought together once again, after one of Darkwing's gang, accidentally ends up, in the Impossible's universe.
It's unintentional, Inter-dimensional travel, when Honker puts together a small working prototype autopilot, like the one in the Impossibles super car The Impossi-Mobile and attaches it to a small model plane. What happens when Gosalyn accidentally activates it and is sent to the Impossibles universe, read on and find out.
This is what happened later, the sequel to my first Fan Fiction story
Title: "Darkwing Duck meets the Impossibles, Again!"
Disclaimer; I don't own Darkwing or any of the Heroes or villains connected to him, Disney does, I don't own The Impossibles, or any of their good guys or bad guys, Hanna Barbera does, The Impossibles canine crime fighting companion, Skittles/Impossi-Pup, is the brilliant creation of fellow author and friend, Erin T. Aardvark, as are the true identities of the Impossibles. And several original characters in Megatropolis. And the city's name it'self, she has also given me some terrific input for the enhancement of this story. I thank her, for her all her help and graciously loaning me, all of her creations for my story.
I have made up some locations, incidents or incidental characters, in this story.
My friend, Mentor and fellow Author Irual, has again come to my aid, in crafting this story and helping to bringing it, to ff, for your enjoyment and entertainment. Sit back, relax and read and review please, (I look forward to all your comments.) Enjoy!
Prolog; Just Plane Gone.
It was afternoon, about 4:30 pm, in the teaming metropolis of St. Canard. Commuters were making their way, across the large suspension bridge on the outskirts of the city that extended, across the bay.
The unsuspecting motorists, would be very surprised to know that the famous award winning landmark, was the keeper of more than a few secrets.
The tower closest to the St. Canard side, of the Audubon Bay Bridge was of Particular interest as far as secrets went.
If any of the passing motorists, could only get a look inside the tower, they would discover it was home to far more then just maintenance access-ways and dust.
In the upper most part of this tower, was the hidden location of a secret lair, belonging to the city's resident caped and masked crusader against crime the Daring Darkwing Duck.
Darkwing or DW as he was sometimes known, along with his sidekick, best friend and pilot Launchpad McQuack and the Jr. members of the crime fighting team, Darkwing's daughter Gosalyn and her best friend Honker Muddlefoot, are the city's shadowy protectors and often find themselves fighting a collection of super powered criminals that are part of the city's population, in order to help keep the law abiding citizens of St. Canard safe.
Even though he is only ten yrs old, Honker is a burgeoning child prodigy and all around genius, who was hard at work at that very moment, on a very unique project.
The small yellow feathered gosling, was peering through his thick glasses with his usual studious air, concentrating intently on various parts of his experimental idea.
As he made more progress he became so engrossed in his work, that he paid no attention to anything else, not even the racket coming from the other part of the lair, made by the other two occupants in the tower, who were working on a project of their own, was enough to tear his attention, away from what he was attempting .
It had been several months, since he and his friends had met and helped the Impossibles.
They were a trio of human crime fighters, that had been sent to this dimension, by a villain from their world and Honker had been working on a way to communicate with them for quite a while now.
Of course, like all other hobbies, this one had to be sandwiched in as he found the time, so he was just now making real tangible progress, with his prototypes.
He had wanted to try, to bridge the trans-dimensional gap, between universes ever since The Impossibles had successfully returned home….at least he hoped they had returned to their dimension safely.
The Impossibles and their dog Skittles had been on Honker's mind, ever since he had clandestinely, made schematic plans, of parts of their changeable super car, the Impossi-mobile and had captured a fairly large amount of particulates, unique to their home dimension.
The challenge and the chance to accomplish something so daring and scientifically significant, was too much for him to resist.
He had also managed to get some human D.N.A. from the musical instruments, which doubled as communicators for the Impossibles.
He knew it was a risky business, to be messing with dimensional travel, especially without telling the adults….but, something about this project, was just too attractive to his scientific mentalities and this irresistible attraction, overruled his usual timidity and caution, a fact that all of them would soon have cause to regret.
Honker had even toyed with the idea of possibly altering the ThunderQuack, to enable it to do more that just fly as a ordinary jet, but he knew how personal this plane was to it's owner/designer.
Spending over a yr. to build it, LaunchPad McQuack was very protective of the unique aircraft.
Almost as much as he was over the team who flew in it, often referring to the unusual looking plane as his "Baby!"
The jet was already capable of a lot of things most planes weren't, like hovering in place like a helicopter, or deploying Darkwing's equally unique motorcycle from mid-flight, so Honker had been reluctant to mention what he had been working on, much less suggest anything to either of the adults.
His best friend Gosalyn would, to be sure, be even more excited about what he was doing then he was and was likely to be so enthused she would be in danger of causing herself damage just from the adrenaline high when she found out about it.
He hadn't confided in her yet even though she was good at the practical details it took to keep the adults off balance and unaware of these sorts of projects, but Gos was far more interested in the end results of science, rather then what it took to achieve the results.
That being the case, Honker hadn't even let her in on the project that way, there would be less to clean up and certainly no chance to make any mistakes, other than his own, as well as having no pressure from his always over eager friend.
He grinned at the thought of her discovering what he was up to, although they were B.F.F.s and he thought of her just like she was his sister.
Certainly, he admired her spirit and obvious courage, methodical scientific research and Gos went together like gas and a lit match and always with the same explosive results.
Honker, had just finished putting together a miniature version of the Impossi-mobile's autopilot, in tandem with working on the full size model.
The miniature autopilot he had made, could do everything the full size machine would do, after it was hooked up.
He wanted to test his theory and see if he was successful in reaching into the Impossibles dimension with the unmanned miniature, before attempting the same experiment on the full size version, which he knew would of course require the approval and permission of Launchpad and Darkwing.
He attached the miniature autopilot to the remote controlled mini-jet, containing a small amount of the portal particulates.
Honker had built his FlashQuack, a smaller copy of the ThunderQuack, but about three times the size of the normal ones, which were just messengers.
He figured this larger model would be easier to handle.
He had also put together a copy of the unique wrist watch communicator, Fluid Man had worn.
Honker planned to make one for Gosalyn and Launchpad too, thinking it would be easier have for communication, than the old fashioned walkie talkies.
This way all the sidekicks/Jr. members of the team could communicate with each other.
Darkwing had a remote communicator he often used to summon the Ratchatcher, his motorcycle and he and Launchpad DID have radio headsets, but with these little devices, it would be easy for all of them to keep in touch.
Once he got them working, it would be simple to add Darkwing's pencil communicator to the network since Honker planned on using the same frequency that Darkwing already used.
Having just arrived at the lair, via the spinning chairs, out hopped ten yr. old Gosalyn Mallard, the red headed spunky daughter, of crime fighting hero Darkwing Duck aka Drake Mallard, she had come rushing straight over to see what Honker was doing, so she wouldn't miss out on any adventures.
Gosalyn had returned from an afternoon of soccer practice and discovered Honker was already at her house, after talking to his parents, Herb and Binkie, (they were wonderful parents and friends, a bit overenthusiastic at times, but they meant well, they didn't know about the whole crime fighting thing though, so they thought Honker was at the Mallard's home next door to theirs and not in Darkwing's secret lair)
Her approach caught him off guard, as he programmed a message into the Flashquack's tracker, so once it arrived in their universe, it would seek out and find the Impossibles.
Seeing her best friend so engrossed in something that looked suspiciously like a huge toy plane, meant just one thing to Gos, he had gotten out of study hall early and was obviously making her a present!
"Hey Honker, what cha doin?" She sang out at his elbow.
He was concentrating so much, on the project, he didn't see her until it was too late and jumped nervously and the sound of her voice.
Before he could move to hide the wrist communicator watch, he had wanted to save as a surprise, she spotted it. She exclaimed excitedly,
"Keen Gear! It looks just like the communicator, that human crime fighter, Fluid Man had!"
She snatched the little communicator off the table, strapping it on her wrist and asked, "Does it work?" "Your going to make one for yourself aren't you?" (she exclaimed excitedly, assuming he'd made it for her.)
Honker just sighed, having finished the pre-programming on the plane, he stopped working on the Flashquack, which was sitting on the floor in front of him.
Tolerantly Honker explained, "It will when I get the other ones put together and programmed to send to and receive from each other."
Then he started to put together another wrist watch communicator from some spare parts, knowing that Gos would be anxious for a demonstration.
He wasn't paying any attention to what Gosalyn was doing, so he didn't see that her attention had been drawn to the model plane until it was too late to prevent what happened next.
The little red headed duckling was curiously looking over the Flashquack, noticing right away, it wasn't the normal size model they usually got from S.H.U.S.H. with messages attached, then she noticed the addition….
Gosalyn asked, "Hey Honker, what's this for?"
She was standing with her feet planted on either side of the beak-like front part of the model jet, looking at the underside of one of the wings, as she fiddled with the small button connected to the autopilot.
Honker looked up and seeing what she was doing, he yelled,
"NO… GOS….DON'T PRESS THAT!"
But of course it was already too late, she had just pressed the button and as he watched with a horrified expression on his face, the Flashquack activated and rose straight up, lifting the surprised duckling quickly several feet off the ground.
Startled by the speed of the lift, especially since she was a very sturdy athletic duckling, that weighed thirty pounds without any sports equipment on, Gosalyn yelped, "Whoa…..Honker!…… Heeeeeeeeeelp!"
Luckily, she was able to grab onto the hatch part of the jet to keep from falling off, then both Gosalyn and the jet propelled model glowed as the dimensional Portal activated and disappeared into thin air.
Darkwing Duck and his sidekick Launchpad McQuack, who were working on the full size Thunderquack, in the hanger area of the tower, installing the latest up dated tracking equipment, had heard all the shouting and came running.
Much to their mutual dismay, they were just in time to see the glowing miniature plane and duckling disappear in a flash of bright light, then nothing….
As he was running toward her, a frantic Darkwing yelled, "GOS…A…LYN!"
She opened her beak to yell back to him, but winked out of existence before she could utter a sound…
Reaching the spot where his daughter had been a moment before, the purple clad crime buster and his tall avian pilot and best friend, just stared at the empty spot where they had seen Gosalyn disappear, not knowing where she had gone or how to get her back.
Honker did know where she had gone, but was afraid to tell her father that this fiasco was his fault.
Honker was sweating heavily now, but that was nothing compared to the fit of nerves and hysteria that Darkwing was having.
Convinced that this was some sort of kidnapping plot by his various enemies to hold her for ransom. Ignoring his teammates to mutter to himself, Darkwing readied various equipment to go to rescue his baby girl.
Launchpad DID try to reason with the frazzled crime fighter, but as usual, now that DW was worked up, he wasn't listening.
In fact, until Launchpad brought it up, Darkwing had planned on rushing to the rescue, even though they didn't know where she was!
Darkwing blushed and then rushed over to his computer….
Honker cringed as he heard Darkwing, he was ranting, as he opened communications to S.H.U.S.H Headquarters, panicking that his daughter had been sucked into a portal, taking her who knows where.
Honker knew that Darkwing, was in no mood right now, to listen calmly to explanations, but he knew that sooner or later, his part in this was bound to come out.
Usually Darkwing was a good detective and ordinarily he would have at least listened to Honker, especially since Honker's intellect had saved them all many times, but…when it came to the safety of his "little girl," Darkwing was quite capable of coming unglued, which he was, at least initially.
After the masked crime fighter had talked to J. Gander and given Dr. Bellum what little information he could, he closed out the transmission with headquarters.
About ten minutes later although still agitated Darkwing was starting to sound a little bit more coherent, so Honker tried again to get his attention, but the masked Mallard had rushed past him, to where Launchpad was standing by another machine,
"Has any information come in yet LP? (he said starring at the blank readout) Why are they taking so long? It shouldn't take so long to check all their scanners…."
Although he tried, nether he or Launchpad could get a word in. As Honker watched, the worried father paced back and forth nervously.
'Well boy genius, you've really messed things up now!' Honker thought to himself, watching Darkwing and Launchpad impatiently waiting, for any results that S.H.U.S.H. might be sending them…….
Authors notes; Stay tuned as the adventure begins…..