Darkwing Duck: The Ultimate Experience chpater 2

Author: I had this next chapter so clear in my mind, I had to write it down instantly. Forgive me if the description is not as clear as it should be. Next chapter coming soon, so please be patient.

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Drake Mallard slowly opened his eyes. He wasn't on any roof top, but in his room. At least, he thought it was his room. The appearance was more graphical and modern.

Then, he felt his forehead in pain. "How did I get here? And more importantly, what happened?"

Drake rose from his bed and slowly began walking across the strange new room. Before he reached the door, it flew open. In stepped a tall, red haired, teenage duck, who looked oddly familiar, carrying a tray of pancakes and orange juice.

"Dad," exclaimed the teenager in surprise, "you're awake!"

Drake was shocked as he realized who this teenager was, "G…Gosalyn?"

"Yep, I made you some breakfast."

The mild mannered duck was completely confused. "But…you're a teenager."

"Duh…of course I'm a teenager," said Gosalyn, "you only adopted me last year, remember?"

Drake looked over this newly transformed Gosalyn, instead of her signature purple sports t-shirt, she wore a pink tank-top, black jacket, shorts, and tennis shoes. And instead of having her hair in pig-tails, her hair was now loose and reached down past her shoulders.

"But, what happened to you," said Drake, completely confused, "I mean, when did you get so tall. And when did you start wearing pants?"

Gosalyn just looked at her adopted father confused by what he'd just said. "Um…are you feeling ok dad?"

"Ok? My little girl has been turned into a graphic teen, and act's like noting is wrong?"

"Maybe you should lie down for a few hours," said Gosalyn as she ushered Drake back to his bed, "sounds like you've caught amnesia from that hit."

"I don't have amnesia Gosalyn," shouted Drake, as she pushed him into bed, "I just want to know what the heck is going on."

"Nothing dad, now please try and rest for a few hours so your memory will get clear," said Gosalyn, as she put down the tray and began walking to the door, "I'm late with meeting my friends."

Hearing this, Drake suddenly lowered his brow. "And what about school young lady?"

"It's the first day of summer," Gosalyn explained, "sheesh, he really has lost his nerve."

With this, Gosalyn raced out the door. Drake opened the blinds to his window, and looked out as Gosalyn raced over to a red convertible with four other teens.

He raced out of his room to the front door and looked out. He was shocked by what he saw. The entire neighborhood was now more well designed.

"Morning neighbor, beautiful day huh," came a gruff voice from the house next door.

It was Herb Muddlefoot, only now he was muscular and wearing a sleeveless shirt, sweat pants and a bikers cap. He was mowing the lawn, when his wife Binkie suddenly came out, only now she was dressed in a pink shirt and skirt.

"Hey honey," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek, "so what would you like for breakfast?"

"Oh, maybe just a muffin, muffin," chuckled Herb as he gave her a wild kiss.

"Well," muttered Drake, "at least not everything has changed."

Drake rushed back inside, and jumped into his recliner chair.

"I gotta find out what's going on, before I go nuts."

He pressed the button for his chair, but nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing.

"Hey, why isn't this working?"

Suddenly, one of the arms of the chair flipped open to reveal a hand print scanner. "That's new said Drake," said Drake, as he placed his hand on the scanner.

Then, almost instantly, the chair seat jerked up and Drake was thrust down a metal hole.

Drake swerved and turned as he streaked down the metal slide. Finally he landed into an ominous looking lair. He looked down and saw he was now in his Darkwing Duck costume.

"Howdy DW," came a voice Darkwing easily recognized.

"Launchpad?"

Darkwing looked and saw that his partner/pilot had not fully changed, except, just like Herb, he was now muscular and had sideburns. He also spoke in a southern accent.

"Launchpad, please tell me you know something is wrong," begged Darkwing as he jumped up to Launchpad's chest.

"Uh, you mean besides the fact you're not wearing pants," spoke Launchpad as he just looked at his hero in confusion.

Darkwing looked down at his lower chest, strangely, he had never noticed this before.

Suddenly an alarm went off and a large computer blinked to life.

"Sound's like trouble DW," said Launchpad as he and Darkwing rushed over to the computer.

The dark guardian looked over the map of St. Canard that flashed on the screen. "Hmm, according to the computer, the crime is taking place down by the city's main water plant. This is a job for, Darkwing Duck!"

Hearing his cue Launchpad pressed a button. Up from the floor, on a platform, came the Ratcatcher motorcycle, only now it was different. For starters, the beak was gone, then it had the appearance of an upgraded tomahawk with a side car.

Darkwing jumped into the drivers seat, but his mouth instantly dropped to the floor at the number of buttons, dials, and switches across the vehicles dashboard. Launchpad jumped into the side car and waited prepared for his hero to drive.

When nothing happened, he looked to see Darkwing frozen. "What's wrong DW, lets get going." But the hero's mind was a million miles away, not knowing how to drive this thing.

"Would you…like me drive," asked Launchpad, he could tell Darkwing was having trouble.

The caped hero and his partner switched places and, ready for action, sped off to face the evil that dared threatened the city.