Disney just owns... all of the Darkwing characters.
Oblivion's Return
Chapter 3: Universal Plug
"Gos," Drake Mallard repeated, annoyed, as his daughter blantantly ignored his voice, "Gosalyn..."
Finally his daughter gave him attention, saying sweetly, "Yes, Dad, what is it? Can I get you anything?"
"Urg." He grumbled, tenderly adjusting himself on the couch he lay on, "You're blowing this way out of purportion! I should be out there in the Ratcatcher looking for NegaDuck!"
His adopted daughter shook her head, her orange ponytails bobbing slightly, "Dad! You broke your arm! How much more serious can it get? NegaDuck is always a tough opponent and you're just going to get yourself into trouble not taking care of yourself."
Drake hated to admit that she might be right, though it stung his ego to think he couldn't successfully deal with NegaDuck in his current state. Launchpad had taken nearly the same damage, minus the bruised ego. The pilot was happily content to watching Pelican's Island reruns with an ice-pack on his head and a cold soda in his hands (or even attempting to repair the Thunderquack). Drake however couldn't get several nagging questions from his head about NegaDuck's sudden reappearance.
Since the incident where Darkwing traveled through dimensions (or at least wedding cakes at the local bakery), NegaDuck hadn't shown his face. Drake theorized that his twin was dead for a while but soon double-guessed his own conclusion. Wouldn't he also be dead if NegaDuck was?
Yesterday, when he was out patrolling the street's of Saint Canard, seeing NegaDuck alive was almost relieving. (Relieving in the way of know where a snake in the grass is before you step on it.) NegaDuck had resorted back to causing general mayhem in the city once more but it was just like old times again for Darkwing. Seeing his twins angered eyes at his smoke-filled entrance was all Darkwing needed to reassure him the duck standing before him was indeed NegaDuck.
What was difficult for the masked mallard to understand was his malicious twin's retreat into the nearby gardening center. All the times before NegaDuck had enough weaponry to win a small rebellion in a foreign country but yesterday was different.
As silly as it sounded to Drake, it was as if his twin was below his game. On the battlefield NegaDuck usually owned Darkwing until the evil duck was ultimately outmatched by wit, or sometimes even by luck.
"Mr. Mallard-d-d-d-d!" Called out the overly-pleasant voice of Binky Muddlefoot entering their house. Her voice causing Drake to shrink back against the cushions of the couch, grimacing at the thought of having to talk to his neighbor. She entered the room carrying a basket full of what looked to be cookies, her smiling face unwavering as she loved over the injured Drake, "Gosalyn told me Launchpad and you had... ur... some kind of accident. I thought I'd just bring over something nice for you as a get well present."
Before Drake could stumble out a half-fake reply of thanks he heard a crash from the kitchen. Gosalyn. He rolled his eyes, but quickly he realized this was a false asumption as he heard Herb Muddlefoot's voice calling, "Say, Drakester when'd you get-a new refrigerator?"
"It's not new, it's just idiot proof!" Drake called back to him.
Soon enough the heavy form of Herb Muddlefoot entered his living room, giving a hardy laugh, "Well-ain't that s'mthin'! H'un, can we get one?"
Drake knew that his neighbor wouldn't catch the insult. Instead the larger duck flopped down on the couch beside Drake and patting him on his shoulder harshly. Drake grimaced, saying in sarcasm, "I'm so grateful you wonderful neighbors bothered to come over and see how we are..."
"We'll that was an awful accident, Gos' told us all about it!" Binky said.
"I can only imagine what she told you happened, actually." Drake gave his daughter a sharp gaze. Probably an extreme skating accident, or zombie attack... Drake thought to himself knowing all too well his daughter's imagination was far too well constructed for her own benefit.
Herb gave his injured neighbor a nudge in the ribcage, "Hey, Drakester, how about turning on the tube? Let's see if Pelican's Island is back on... say, where's Launchpad?"
"Fine. And I don't know where Launchpad is..." Probably working in the Tower. He couldn't shake the notion that Herb came over to watch the television not to see if he was doing all right. Then again Drake decided if Herb actually came over, for an unselfish reason, he might have might have worried if it was actually Herb at all (and not one of those Alien Body-Snatchers Gosalyn always talks about).
Without much delay Herb had pressed the television's power on and the screen began to appear, tuned into the local news as Drake usually had it. Before Herb could change the channel however a news flash come onto the screen causing Drake to say, "Hold it, Herb."
The reporter, the overly exhubriant Lockjaw, began, "This is your local news with a disturbing bulletin. Apparently, just several minutes ago the Saint Canard First National Bank was held-up by the notorious criminal NegaDuck..."
"NegaDuck!" Drake hissed, only to get a strange stare from his neighbors. "Um... Haven't heard that name in a while have ya'?"
"No, thought he was gone, actually. But I don't pay attention to the news. It's depressing." Binky said.
"... Now for a look with the on-the-street camera crew," Lockjaw smiled, as if he was oblivious to the destruction (not to mention loss of money) that could ensue while NegaDuck was robbing up the bank. The television screen switched over to what should have been a picture of the bank, but instead was just static. After a moment it switched back to the confused reporter, "Well, it seems our crew is having technical difficulties... but in other news, the largest collection of plastic fruit..."
Drake got to a quick, but wobbling, stand glancing to Gosalyn. She knew what her father was asking from her without words, though worry penetrated the young girl's eyes; she silently agreed. Suddenly she spoke up, "Hey, um... Binky, Herb... Why don't you guys take the television back to your house for the evening. I've got homework to do and dad thinks I watch it too much anyhow..."
"Well, dear, that's awfully kind..." Began Binky.
Drake's daughter quickly retorted, hoping they wouldn't decline: "Come into the kitchen! At least get something to eat would you?"
While his neighbors were distracted Drake made his way to the recliner and flopped down quickly into the seat, in a well-practiced motion he pressed down the head of the statue between the two chairs.
Darkwing Duck was going to stop NegaDuck.
A/N: I wanted neighbors like the Muddlefoots all of my life. Even though they are tacky they are fun to hang around with, as long as your name isn't Drake Mallard. I hope this chapter wasn't too boring. I think Gos was acting strange in this chapter, I hope it wasn't OOC.
