Early morning Honker awakened to a world in a complete and utter blur, robbing his eyes and yawning as he stretched his arms, the next thing he did was to reach for his glasses on the table, but had to fell a bit around for them before he finally brushed the familiar spectacles and slammed them back on his beak, only to discover that his vision was still empaired as there were stains on his glasses, yawning deeply Honker took them off ones more and robbed them in his night shirt in a try to get rid of that stain.. something felt different about this morning.. something was not as it used to be.. But what?

Honker had to sit and think for a while, then it hit him! The new neighbours.. or.. the maybe new neighbor.. Honker leaped to his feeds and sprung for the window, viewing acroos the two lains and into the window opposite his, his heart was in his throat.. And.. There she was, sleeping on her Madras, Gosalyn Waddlemeyer. So they were moving in after all! One question remained though, where could they have gone to so late in the evening the day prior? Only to come back to sleep there again, Honker shook his head, mentally slapping himself for being so suspeciouse just because he didn't know the two strangers moving in next door.. Three strangers, he had almost forgotten that Launchpad person.

Shaking the remaining sleep of Honker ventured down to the living room, the nice thing about Sunday mornings being the one time of the week where he had the house to himself as the rest of the family would sleep until noon, finding the unhealthy sugar cereal and pouring himself a ball Honker sat down in front of the television and started switching channels in the search for cartoons, it seemed like he had been a bit to early up afterall, there was only cartoons on for extremely small kids, and as the little explore told in a smile how trees were the oldest living organism in the world Honker felt like shouting `Fongus! There are fungus organisms far older than the worlds oldest tree!´ but instead of saying that he switched channels in search for discovery channel or something like it, that was until something suddenly caught his attention and he changed back to the news channel.

"Saint Canard can now gladly rejoice." The news reporter announced while the camera was showing blurry night pictures of the streets of saint canard. "Before assumed dead saint of Saint Canard, has now been proven to be alive! It's been almost six weeks since the entire world witnessed how the notorious Darkwing Duck saved the city from the crime lord Taurus Bulba, and was assumed dead in the explosion causing Bulba's demise. He is back folks! New footage clearly shows our hero back in action!"

Honker blinked as he saw the shadowy figure of a duck, leaping from building to building, and a voice. "You won't escape me this time Megavolt!"

Then the camera shifted to a very sour looking rat in a yellow jumpsuit and with a battery in his back. "Dammit!" the rat shouted. "I thought you were dead!"

"Megsy, you surprise me." the shadowy duck told in a nonchalant tone. "Don't you have more faith in your old pall Darkwing Duck?" he asked. "You should have known, it's not that easy to get rid of me!"

And suddenly the rat stopped up, Honkers eyes were glued to the television screen and the second rate camera work. "Oh yeah!" the rat sneered. "Take that!" and suddenly a large electrical charge erupted from the rats hand and zoomed towards Darkwing.

"WOWOWOW!" the hero yelled as he jumped aside.

"Miss the first time, try again!" the rat laughed and send multiple zaps towards the hero which could steal not be seen, though it was clearly that he was tap dancing to avoid the zaps, which gave small moments of light, revealing a purple colour, and at last the duck jumped backwards.

"Sparky honestly." The duck whispered. "If you hit the first time you don't have to drain you're self like that!" there was a small pause as the shadowy figure pulled out what could may be a gun, though the poor quality of light and footage made it difficult to see. "Eat gas sucker!" and what looked like a capsule zoomed out and hit the rat right in the head, before it spat out a massive cloud of purple smoke.

Honker could see absolutely nothing else but smoke on the television screen, his heart was up his throat as he wide-eyed watching, not daring to breath, and then through all the smoke came the caped crusader, with a large purple fedora hat, a purple mask and a cape, looking satisfied with a smile swinging his gas gun in his hand as he almost laughed. "It's over Megsy." He triumphed in a self contained smirk, before his eyes turned and suddenly looked at the camera. "Oh hey look we are on camera!" he gladly exclaimed. "Make sure to get my good side!" and he posed proudly with a straight back and the cape blaffing in the wind. "And kid." Darkwing spoke to who-ever held the camera. "Go deliver that to a news station in the morning, you can tell them, that Darkwing Duck is back, stronger than ever, and they can tell the world, every single super villain, they should be afraid! I am here to stay!" he triumphed in his pose. "I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the reason why evil always loose, I am... DARKWING DUCK!" and he theatrically swung his cape around and mysteriously vanished into the smoke to be completely gone as the smoke vanished, and so was the rat. "Wooow." A kids voice, probably the camera holder sounded, and Honker could only repeat it.

"Wooow." Honker breathed dropping his spoon down in the cereal. "Darkwing Duck.." and he leaped up form the cough and ran upstairs into his parents bed room. "MOM, DAD!" Honker shouted waking the both of them.

"Huh?" Herb muttered drowsily.

"It's, It's, It's.. Da-Darkwing hero, Darkwing Smoke, erh Darkwing Duck!" Honker flustered in a incredible faste paste. "Taurus Bulba, and dead, but he's not! And he was there, and Darkwing duck! And Hero! And real life, and and and and!"

"That's nice." Herb turned around in bed. "Why don't you go down and watch some more of that stuff, sounds fun."

"But dad!" Honker exclaimed. "He was there! Darkwing Duck! A real life hero! He's alive!"

"Honker dear." Binkie yawned as she spoke to her son. "It sure sounds very nice, why don't you go down and eat some breakfast."

"But mom!" Honker complained.

"Now you listen." Binkie scolded lightly. "It is Sunday and we would like to sleep, now go down and watch some television, we can listen later."

Honker sighed deeply. "Okay.." he murmured defeated.

But Honker should have known better, especially regarding his own family, of cause they didn't listen, they were much to busy talking about the new neighbours.

"We should go give them a house warming gift!" Binkie beamed. "If I just bake them some cookies and perhaps a pie." She thoughtful stated. "How about an entire lunch? I wouldn't want to undermine the housewife, I must say I can't wait to meet her, oh what fun! Did you see that lovely daughter? Wasn't she just peachy Herb dear."

"Sure." Herb complied. "A real little angel she is."

Honker lifted an eyebrow starting to doubt if it was Gosalyn his parents had seen.

"Bwah!" Tank muttered disgusted. "A little girly toosho, just what we needed." He sarcastically uttered.

And Honker wisely chose to remain silent on that one.

It was really no wonder that he an his entire family ended up on the Mallard door step at noon, packed with all kinds of food, Honker was simply toppling under the weight of the massive cake he was holding, his mother having spend all day in the kitchen. Tank looked very displeased that he had been dragged away from the video games to come here. Gladly Binkie pressed on the door bell, and made sure her hair was still sitting okay as they waited for the door to open. As it finally did, by Mr. Mallard who was splashed in white painting.

"WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD!" Binkie and Honker exclaimed gladly making Mallard stumble back from the sheer shock.

"DAD, careful!" Gosalyn shouted and just managed to get out of the way, she was almost covered in the white paint. Drake fell back and made an impressive backwards summersault to land back on his feet's, only needing a moment to regain footing.

"urh.." Mallard looked taken a back at the family on his doorstep. "Thanks.." he hesitated. "I think."

"May I say that it's such a delight to have a real family moving in!" Binkie chatted in a enthusiastic voice, clearing throwing Mr. Mallard even more of his feeds than before, he even started to look a little horrified as Binkie just kept on talking. "Why I am sure we are going to be the best of friends! I just can't wait to meet the Mrs. Of the home."

"What? Erh." Mallard flustered. "No, erh, sorry, No Mrs.. Just me and the little spirited one here." He pulled Gosalyn close to his person, almost as if he was subconsciously trying to get a little strength from her in this weird and unfamiliar situation, Honker didn't know whether he should be amused or suspicious.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Binkie exclaimed. "How rude of me! I hope you can forgive me."

"No, it's okay." Mallard responded in his stunned voice.

"No, really, I do apologies! It was very rude of me and I am ashamed!" Binkie insisted.

Mallard blinked dumbfounded. "I did say it was okay." He pointed out.

"But it was still so rude of me."

"It's, okay!" Mallard hissed in a very annoyed voice. "Forget it! Please!"

"Oh, okay then." Binkie beamed.

And Mallard was left to gape dumbfounded at her.

"We are the Muddlefoots." Binkie started presenting. "I'm Binkie, and that is my husband Herb."

"Hallo sport!" Herb greeted happily.

"And these two angels are our sons, Tank and Honker." Binker told proudly pushing the two boys ford. Honker waving while trying to send an apologetic smile and Tank just snorting annoyed as he rolled his eyes.

"Urh, pleased to meet you.." Mallard tried to say carefully, as if he was carefully considering each words. "Well urh, we are the Mallards, I'm Drake and this little trouble maker is Gosalyn." Just a hint of pride snook its way into his voice as he padded Gosalyn on the head. "And that back there is Launchpad McQuack." He pointed over his shoulder where the tall duck from yesterday had witnessed almost the entire conversation. "He pays to stay in the extra room."

"Oh how nice." Binkie smiled clapping her hands together.

"Well urh, you want to come in?" Mallard asked carefully. "I'm afraid it's very messy right now as we haven't really moved in yet."

"We are painting before putting everything in place!" Gosalyn told the obvious as she waved a big paint brush. "My room is going to be purple!"

"Oh, I think we can manage." Binkie smiled warmly. "You must be hungry after having been painting all day, good thing I thought of bringing a good home cooked meal! You like that don't you? I'll just go set it all up!" and she stepped inside going straight for the kitchen.

"Gee, Drakeroonie!" Herb greeted by pulling the unfortunate Mr. Mallard into a crushing hug. "I can just tell, we are going to be the best of friends! Most differently"

"Geee Herb!" Mallard was clearly putting up a fighting trying to get away from the large Herb. "That just makes me oh so happy." There was clearly a thick layer of sarcasm in each word, and Herb gave a last squash, squashing what-ever air that had been left in Mr. Mallard out, before letting go and waddle after Binkie into the kitchen.. and thus, the invasion of the Mallard home began as the muddlefoots were only a bit to busy making themselves at home.

Honker honestly felt sorry for Mr. Mallard who had unwillingly been turned into a house host and now had to spring around to Herbs demands while Binkie was still trying to forcefeed them.

"Wow." Gosalyn commented. "Nice parents."

"Even I can be a little stressed by them ones in a while." Honker responded apologetic.

"I especially like your brother." Gosalyn whispered hinting at Tank who was absolutely covered in cake still shovelling more into his mouth before he let out a grant burb.

"He.. erh.. He got his redeeming qualities." Honker hesitated.

"Like what?" Gosalyn asked amused.

Honker was silent for a moment. "I don't know yet." He finally admitted.

Gosalyn fell back in a chuckly before she bounced back. "Don't worry friend." She clasped Honker on the shoulder. "From now on, if he ever bothers you, you'll come to me and I beat the snot out of him!"

Honker starred wide-eyed at her, lost for words.

"It'll be easy as pie." Gosalyn told nonchalant as she blew on her fingers. "No one was able to touch me back at the orphanage and man, there could be bullies there! But all I ever did was well meaning pranks, okay?" she asked.

Honestly, Honker didn't really know what to think of his new friend, at all.. that her tough type would want to be best friends with him, it just seemed like something out of the blue, and it seemed just a little suspicious. Shoveling such thoughts aside Honker had decided to change subjects. "You saw the news today?" he asked.

"news?" Gosalyn asked. "Who watches news? News are boring!"

"Well, I sort of watch them." Honker hesitated.

"Oh." Gosalyn realised. "Well, then news are cool!"

"Well, at least these are." Honker started telling. "You heard about Darkwing Duck? That crime fighter that saved the city a month ago. They have prove that he is still alive!"

"Reeeeeally?" Gosalyn grinned rather sheepishly. "Do they now…."

"A real life superhero!" Honker stated enthusiastic. "In hour city, can you just imagine? A kid got the action on tape, it was all in the news!"

"Darkwing Duck was in the news?" Suddenly Mr. Mallard was behind the two of them. "How did it look like? What did they say?"

"It was awesome!" Honker told awed. "It was filmed by an amateur camera, but you could really see him in action, fighting some Megavolt! It looked amazing."

Drake beamed all over as he smiled down at Honker. "You wouldn't haben to have taped that taped that news cast would you?" he asked.

"No, I didn't think that far." Honker hung his head.

Mallard sighed. "Well then, I think the newspapers must be enough for this time, he was on the front page you know, on all news papers!"

"Dad, honestly." Gosalyn rolled her eyes.

"Darkwings big break is rather new, so this is all a little new young lady." Mallard made aware. "I mean before this he was lucky to have a brief mention in the obscure columns on the last page, those no one takes seriously."

"You are a Darkwing fan sir?" Honker asked interest.

"Well, I might have an interest in that handsome heroic figure." Mr. Mallard blinked mischievously. "In any case, it's certainly one of the more interesting things on the news."

"Oh Drakeroonie." Herb suddenly called from the other end of the table. "Sorry to bother you again, but you shouldn't happen to have more of this soda? I'm kind of out."

Mr. Mallard grimaced and Honker could hear him utter under his breath. "Why? Why me?"

"I don't think your dad likes my family." Honker remarked.

"Well at least he likes you." Gosalyn shrugged. "Don't take it personally, he just isn't use to this kind of gatherings, I think he's been a bit of a hermit up until now honestly."

"Soo." Honker decided to shift the subject back. "You keep tap on Darkwing Duck to?" he asked.

"You might say that." Gosalyn grinned. "After all, I owe him."

"Hows that?" Honker asked.

Gosalyn shrugged. "You're smart, you'll figure it out."

Honker blinked, and then frowned, he really had the sense that he had just been challenged by the red-head sitting beside him. "Okay then." He at last said.