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Magica DeSpell stared in disbelief at the image in her traditional crystal ball. There in it's depths; as clear as the television picture on her set in Duckburg; was Gizmoduck.
The armor clad part time security and body guard and full time hero was rolling around the bin just as he usually did. He fairly radiated confidence and health as he moved smoothly through his routine. As Magica watched she saw, of all things; a huge green dinosaur occasionally join him in his rounds and some sort of fish woman as well.
She watched all day expecting to see some sign of the curse manifesting, but the more she watched the more frustrated she became. Finally, unable to stand it anymore she decided to take a closer look and spelled her travel mirror to reflect what her crystal showed and stared in shock. She shrieked angrily. "POE! Get your useless, worthless, feathered behind in here!"
Poe woke up from his nap in the nest by Magica's workroom and flapped heavily over to a perch beside the crystal ball. "Awk, what is wrong Magica? The curse should have already made that poor Normal…"
Magica threw a wooden carving at Poe and interrupted him. "That's why I called you Poe Dahlink! That 'poor Normal' is entirely FINE! There's not even a feather out of place. You MUST have made a mistake. THIS IS YOUR Fault I am sure of it."
Poe looked into the large mirror and then peered into the crystal ball, cocking his head he looked perplexed and stated in amazement. "That's impossible, there's nothing in his aura at all. It's like we never even sent the curse."
Magica fumed and began gathering the ingredients for another spell. She paused to glare furiously at the mirror every few minutes, getting angrier and angrier as she did so. "I can't believe it's been TWO days and nothing has happened to him! This time I'll just cripple him from inside and make him leave the bin. All I really need is for him to go away after all."
Mr. Pinchwife's tail fluffed in annoyance as he watched Magica's antics around the work circle that held the cauldron with the coal and the remnants of the potions from the bad luck curse. This was going to be a bit more complicated, she was using the same focus and another feather trigger to layer the spells.
Whoever she was actually targeting was in real trouble if she finished this casting intact…. What he needed was a distraction of some kind to alter the spell, but what could he DO? 'Poe, it is time to begin your redemption. Your own senses and mine both agree the feathers she has are not from a mage born. We cannot allow her to continue unopposed beloved. I will try and change the curses effects but you must take an active roll in order for us to be successful.'
Knowing he needed all his wits Mr. Pinchwife decided to indulge himself and knead the carpet by the bookcase for a few minutes since that helped him think while watching her get potions and components and place them on her workable.
Even using the same focus and a fresh trigger Magica was going to be a while concocting this next curse. By layering more than one spell and casting early Magica was taking a large risk. Dark Magic was notoriously unpredictable even under ordinary circumstances, but this was almost guaranteed to be, if not a disaster; then at least a chaotic mess.
Mr. Pinchwife purred slowly and nodded once to Poe who began his journey back to his life by quietly moving potions and shifting ingredients to slow Magica down.
Whenever she would look at the mirror he would use his own store of magic through his familiar so Magica wouldn't notice and send something away, like the fire wand to start the flames which he sent into Magica's bedroom.
He flummoxed the box of recipes for the potions she needed by mixing them hopelessly. He 'accidentally 'dropped the box they were stored in, so they had scattered all over all six levels of the lair. Poe purposefully panicked and used his wings to call up a wind to make the papers fly. That earned him more than a few burned feathers as she tried to hit him with several lightning bolts as punishment. He endured this cawing and squawking and causing even more disruption while Mr. Pinchwife trotted urgently to the cauldron and began trying to sabotage the curse.
Unfortunately everything was very muddled by this time and it was difficult to see exactly what sort of curse she was attempting to add to the illness and misfortune she had already unleashed. The best Mr. Pinchwife could do was to hide behind the cauldron and try to alter things on the sly as she progressed.
As Magica fumed and ranted she demanded. "Where is my fire wand Poe? And FIND me the phobia potion recipe! If I trigger his fears and doubts he will be helpless to stop my getting the dime. With his self confidence gone he won't be able to defend McDuck or the bin. MY magic will easily defeat the traps and the Beagles will be eager to steal the cash as a distraction."
Suddenly in a great anticipatory mood thinking of her future success, she smiled chillingly at her brother and added. "This plan can't fail Poe all I need to do is make sure there are no mistakes this time."
Mr. Pinchwife grinned to himself as she gave away her current plan. All he had to do was lessen the intensity of the spell and add a few positive influences and the curse would be a lot less effective.
Quietly slipping mint, lady's mantle, birch wood and clover into the cauldron he again sprinkled his own fur onto the fire as he concentrated on lowering the flames to make the temperature uneven and destabilize the mix.
Struck by a sudden inspiration he conjured some more add ins of his own some blue violets for faithfulness and thorn apple to disguise his interference and right before disappearing into the sublevel where Poe had hidden the phobia potion recipe a scattering of rose petals in coral, white and deep red and a red so dark it was purple.
Why? He wasn't sure but he knew when to trust his instincts and they said to do so and get his slightly less furry tail gone as Magica came back in looking murderous as she fussed and fumed holding the potion recipe box and debating on getting twenty three more ravens and having a pie eating contest.
Inside Darkwing's tower lair things were to say the least very unusual. There was evidence of a lot of physical damage to most of the lair from within but fortunately the bridge itself had remained structurally sound, so far anyway.
Launchpad and Honker were dressed in lab coats, masks and gloves and were wearing protective goggles as they bustled back and forth from a work bench loaded with various chemicals and other spell components to a small cauldron that had been set up in the costume changing area of the lair.
Morgana's magical assistant the Quackmoronicon was directing them in their efforts to find a counter spell to ease the effects of the malignant magic that had plagued Darkwing and to a lesser extent Morgana for the last two days.
Morgana had debated trying to trace the source of the spell casting. Unfortunately, she was so disoriented and physically ill when she was outside the protective ward they had FINALLY gotten to work that she was unable to concentrate enough for a complex spell like tracing hostile magic to work while fighting off the spells affects.
Prompted by a very strong compulsion and determined advice from all three of her familiars, her main focus had been to try and protect Darkwing. He had collapsed in a fevered heap late the first night and only Morgana's insistence on nursing him here and using mage empowered medicines had kept him stable enough for them to set up effective protections.
The cauldron sat on a camp stove and soap bubbles floated incongruously all around the tower. Gosalyn was pacing back and forth next to the Quackmoronicon as he told Honker and Launchpad what to put in next. "Now this is a tricky part, don't you know….Gosalyn, you HAVE to stay here. If you disturb the salt in the circle then we will have to try and reset the protections."
Both Honker and Launchpad flinched at this and Honker dropped the beaker he was carrying. Launchpad sighed and offered. "Why don't we take a break Honkman? I'm kinda bushed."
Honker nodded tiredly and added. "I am surprised that we are having any success at all Launchpad. This magic seems so random but, as long as Morgana activates the cauldron; there are results. We are not getting accurate results, but we are getting results none the less."
He shrugged and sat tiredly on the couch. "I was under the impression that Normals like us couldn't do magic, so why is this working at all?"
Launchpad sighed. "From what Morgana told me Honker, we are basically acting as her hands so she can stay with DW because when she is outside the circle she is almost as sick as he is."
Honker replied sounding determinedly cheerful. "At least the last try cleaned all the mess from the pollen and dust that came in from that freak wind storm yesterday. I didn't know Mr. Mallard was allergic to ragweed and dust mites."
"Well little buddy, considering how much of that stuff we have shoveled out of here I'm more surprised that we aren't all sick too."
At the Quackmoronicon's words and knowing glance, Gosalyn froze guiltily. "I wasn't going to touch anything! I was just checking on them. Honest! Launchpad, I still don't see why I can't help."
The spirited duckling gestured agitatedly at the cauldron and said to the floating book. "I have more experience than they do Quackers. Remember the love potion? It came out like it was supposed to didn't it?"
Thoroughly frustrated and feeling like her feathers were full of dirt Gosalyn unconsciously rubbed her left wrist without registering the Chain there. As she did the feeling of being dirty faded but her need to be near her father became even more acute.
Eek and Squeek had been working hard; conjuring ingredients from Morgana's house and helping to build the protections that had finally been effective in shielding Drake and Morgana from the worst effects of the spell. The circle also kept the negative manifestations from damaging the lair anymore than they already had or harming Gosalyn, LP or Honker.
Gosalyn had been nearly beside herself with worry when this had first manifested, and even though she knew the warding circle was helping them; being forcibly separated from her Dad and Morgana was driving her crazy. She kept trying to find a way to help and coming up empty since the spell book had decreed she could only watch not touch.
The Quackmoronicon sighed and tried again to explain. "Gosalyn, for some reason you are giving off emanations that can interfere with spells and potions. This is already difficult don't you know… Since Morgana isn't actually building the potions, If any outside energy contaminates the cauldron…well let's just say, I don't want to take chances alright? Why don't you help those fellows get something to eat and everyone rest for a bit."
The book flapped his way wearily to his book stand and settled onto it yawning." I need a break too, if that's alright with you?"
Gosalyn objected." No it's NOT alright, if you are going to stop trying for now, then why not at least let me see if Dad can eat something."
She stared anxiously at the area where her dad's old bedroom set was. Darkwing was huddled inside a flickering circle that was centered on his old bed. Morgana glanced over at Gosalyn upon hearing her exclamation and smiled as reassuringly as she could.
Truthfully though, most of her attention was centered on Dark; as he had worsened she had been affected as well which was why Archie had remained with them to balance out the circle and keep Morgana as centered as he could.
She whispered gently. "It's alright Dark, The circle is holding."
She rubbed his shoulders and offered him a warm infusion of willow bark and ginger tea. He managed a sip but quickly turned back to the bed to lie down again. Archie was hanging from the headboard and quietly slid down a strand of webbing to crawl carefully onto the collar of Dark's turtleneck.
Looking intently at their aura's dark and angry state he frowned and decided that they were going to have to ensure that the three of them at least noticed the Spell Chains and soon. As far as the familiars knew, the Chain's protections were dormant so they would be unnoticeable, but if things got worse, all of them would need help and a lot of it.
Privately Morgana was surprised that her energy was still almost normal. After building the circle she had been very tired, which was only to be expected. Her energy had returned much quicker than she had anticipated. She had been at full strength again after only a couple of hours inside the ward, and had summoned her small potion cauldron and empowered it without leaving the circle and ordinarily she would have had to at least touch the pot.
Since the spell attacking them seemed to be at a constant strength, she was even able to maintain the energy in the circle without passing out which was an unexpected blessing that she was not going to question. Without the circle, Dark might have died before she had realized that her personal shields could defend him too as long as she stayed close enough to touch him.
While she stayed inside the protective ward Morgana felt fine physically, and the more she touched Dark the better she felt magically. Poor Dark though, he was still fighting some kind of flu-like illness. Outside the circle she shared a large portion of his physical misery so she had been able to insist on remaining with him and coaxing him to drink and sleep so he was improving slowly physically at least.
He had managed to say that he'd never been allergic to dust or pollen before, that he knew of; and he'd also managed to reassure Gosalyn last night. But this strange flu or whatever it was was what really concerned his family. He had almost no energy and he kept having episodes of chills and fever as well as aches and nausea.
It was no natural illness though, because outside of her protection; before Morgana had checked his aura and realized he was being attacked magically he had been ten times worse. She shuddered knowing if they had taken him to a hospital he likely would have died just because the Normal Doctors had no way to treat the cause of his sickness and treating his symptoms would have accelerated the progression of the spell without mage energy to counter it.
She glanced up at the window where two days ago, Launchpad had been forced to make emergency repairs; when a fairly large rock had fallen from the sky and happened to hit at the correct angle to splinter the coating on the glass making the window and the lights inside show up from the outside. Thankfully she and Eek had conjured an illusion to cover the tower in just a few seconds and the rock had missed Dark and Gosalyn who had been standing looking out the window at the time.
Since this had happened after the television had developed a short while Dark had been changing the channel to an all news broadcast while watching with Honker; and after a stack of supply crates had fallen narrowly missing Darkwing and Launchpad, DW had insisted on being isolated from everyone else.
Archie was crouched in the hollow of Darkwing's collarbone and neck trying to focus and grumbling. 'Eek, can you and Squeek try and calm the little Normal? Her anxiety is making it difficult to maintain the balance in the protections.'
Eek and Squeek promptly flew over to Gosalyn who was looking even more upset and arguing with the Quackmoronicon.
Her eyes had filled with tears that she stubbornly refused to shed as she objected. "THEY Need Me! I Guarantee I won't mess anything up. I can jump over the circle and I'll stay on the bed. I can bounce a jump shot from the free throw line and steal second without breaking a sweat. This will be easy. I need to be with them. I don't know WHY you keep going on about emanations anyway, whatever they are! I'm just as Normal as Launchpad and Honker and you are letting them help!"
Eek and Squeek both fluttered to her, landed on her hair and crooned trying to comfort her. Struck by a sudden idea, Squeek offered. 'Her name is Gosalyn Archibald; it would be a kindness if you referred to her by her name occasionally. I think it's time we had her join them. It does no good to keep them apart; she can tell her father is very bad even without the prompting of the Spell Chain. We can't counteract its warnings much longer anyway. If she is outside their protection when our interference fades she could be badly hurt.'
Eek added sounding a little cross as well.' We are all in this together remember? You agreed to remain in the circle with Morgana and Drake so we could help with the counter spells which haven't done a lot of good; but were definitely worth trying. It's time they saw the Chains anyway. Keeping them ignorant won't help us figure out what to do. Hopefully if they are aware of the Chains, the protections in them will become active, or at least helpful.'
Archie sighed, his brothers were usually optimistic and content to follow his lead, so if they had reached the same conclusions he had; it was definitely time to regroup and change tactics. The wards were only a temporary solution anyway. 'True enough, I'll try and get Morgana's attention and while she's distracted you two lift Gosalyn inside the wards. Try and put her on the bed if you can, it will be easier to get them to notice if they are all together when they see them.'
Drake Mallard couldn't remember ever feeling this bad. When he'd had childhood ailments he'd felt sick, things like the ear aches and colds and even strep throat and influenza-b those had been bad.
He'd even been kept out of school for most of the third grade from injuries he'd suffered in the first foster home he'd been assigned to, and as an adult he had learned to endure pain from injuries when he fought criminals; but nothing had prepared him for this.
Forced to face the fact that he'd likely be dead or dying if it wasn't for the people who loved him and were trying to help, he tried to sit up again and nearly went unconscious as his nausea spiked a lightning bolt of pain from the base of his spine all the way through the top of his head.
He felt Morgana touch him again and felt a bit better. His pain faded as another of those surges of energy went through him into Morgana and back almost like a completed circuit of electricity except it left him feeling better not worse.
Gratefully, he sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed as Morgana offered him a cool potion that was thankfully tasteless and odorless to his clogged senses. After he managed to swallow some, his head felt better and the pain faded a little more; truthfully though the most he improved was when he was touching Morg.
Morgana smiled as reassuringly as she could and started to say something to him but before she could Archie crawled under the collar of Darkwing's turtleneck and began moving around.
Unfortunately for Darkwing his sense of touch was intact and the spider's feet moving in his feathers made him twitch and jerk while struggling not to laugh or hurl. Very startled by this since Archie knew how ill Drake was, Morgana tried to say something to her wayward familiar.
A wave of dizziness came over her just then so she was reduced to a whisper of protest and collapsed, sitting on the bed beside Drake who reached for her worriedly. "Archie, please… "
Just then Gosalyn yelled in surprise. "Hey! Wait a second you guys, I'm going to drop my milk. Where? OH WOW! Keen Gear!"
Just over a years' worth of experience made Drake look up as he heard the distinctive sounds of breaking glass and reflexively he reached to catch Gosalyn as Eek and Squeek flew through the protective circle carrying Gosalyn dangling from their claws.
Gosalyn landed on the bed beside Drake and reached to hug him around the neck. She whispered worriedly. "Dad, are you feeling any better?"
He started to answer her when he felt Archie come out from under his shirt pulling something. Morgana saw the Chain and gasped but before she could say anything Archie interrupted.' Wait Morgana.'
Eek and Squeek promptly pulled at the back of her blouse and an identical Chain fell into view. Gosalyn saw the ring on it and asked Morgana," Why are you wearing a ring on a chain anyway?
DW answered her softly. "Because it's the promise I made on your birthday Gos…"
Morgana nodded and added. "I remember…You and I exchanged promises."
She gently gestured to the Chain and ring around his neck and they both blushed.
Gosalyn asked innocently. "Why are you guys blushing? You like mushy stuff."
Her left hand was gesturing toward them and the Chain on her wrist winked just a tiny bit from the reflected light causing her to squawk. "Keen Gear! I remember now, I got my cool snow globe and this bracelet on my birthday too."
She blushed and muttered. "I left the snow globe under my bed. Umm… you don't think the bracelet is too girly even though it's pretty? Do you Dad?"
Unexpectedly feeling a lot better as he tingled from head to toe and suddenly had energy again, Drake hugged Gosalyn and touched Morgana on the wrist.
He sounded like his old cocky self for the first time in two days as he started to stand, still holding Gosalyn who had kept a tight hold around his neck. "All of a sudden I feel much better, No malicious, magical malcontent can keep me down. After all…." He grinned at Gosalyn and Morgana. "I am the terror who flaps in the night, especially when I have you guys to keep me together."
Morgana gasped as she felt several powerful spells surround them, she SAW the circle flare and strengthen and realized that the Spell Chains were feeding off her energy. What truly startled her though was the fact that Drake and Gosalyn were feeding the Spell Chains too.
Drake chuckled and said softly. "Sweetheart, you are beautiful and it matches you. And there's no helping that you're a girl, I just have to make sure you know boys LIE. Not Dad's, but all other boys lie okay?"
Gosalyn's face wrinkled in confusion and she stared at him and demanded. "Lie about what DAD?"
He sighed and admitted "Mushy stuff mostly, especially to girls they want to impress. Just promise you'll remember that for me whenever you feel like a girl okay?"
Gosalyn hugged him tighter and looked at Morgana in confusion. "Ummm….Okay Dad, Does that mean you lie to Morgana?"
Drake stood straight and said firmly. "No, I'm a dad remember? Besides, I belong to a Lady with a temper and a lightning spell. I value what's left of my tail feathers too much to lie."
Morgana laughed out loud abruptly feeling better than she had in two days until there was an ominous creaking and splintering sound.
Honker gasped. "Launchpad! I think we are in trouble again."
Worried at the normally calm Honker's tone, which held an undeniable note of panic; Darkwing looked outside the circle to see Launchpad and Honker coming out of the old kitchen area.
Concerned as he heard the creaking and groaning too, Launchpad activated the external security camera system and moaned. "The main tower supports are showing a series of cracks DW, we'd better get ready to evacuate the tower entirely."
Honker looked at the monitor and gulped before running to the computer system and starting to frantically download backup files onto a set of portable hard drives. Launchpad went to load the Ratcatcher into the Thunderquack and made sure both vehicles were fully fueled.
Thinking quickly he carefully got first aid supplies and a few vital components for both the jet and the motor cycle before setting and arming the detonators on the self destruct charges designed to keep the government issued non portable equipment and information out of unfriendly hands.
He finished and jettisoned the remaining fuel in environmentally sealed containers and released them into the bay. The radio transmitters on the containers would make it easier for S.H.U.S.H. or the coast guard to find and retrieve them before they contaminated the water.
Honker used a spare keyboard to check some of his figures and muttered. "Scientifically the odds against this are approximately 10,000,000 to 1 or more. I don't dare use too much computing power, but the tidal shear necessary to undermine both bridge towers this quickly is almost impossible. This can't be a natural phenomenon. Launchpad! I don't have the memory capacity for more than a six month system recovery. Can you flag anything vital and set it to shred magnetically in about 30 minutes?"
Launchpad replied. "I'm way ahead of you little buddy."
Morgana took a deep breath and holding Dark tightly banished the circle she had been laboriously maintaining for the past thirty-six hours or so. "Don't worry Dark; I'm right here to help you. But if we need to go, I need to see how badly this is going to affect you and us."
Darkwing braced himself and nodded releasing Gosalyn. "After the circle goes down Gos, grab your costume bag and start getting your weapons and extra ammunition and load them in the plane."
She gulped and nodded; as the circle flickered out she sprinted for the armoire and began tossing her travel bag and weapons into the plane. Seeing that Gosalyn was also determined to load his equipment and extra costume bag, Darkwing went unsteadily to his hardcopy files and loaded an attaché case with the personal papers there.
Morgana let him go reluctantly and they waited for a few seconds to see how badly he would relapse. However, in spite of feeling a little woozy he was actually almost normal. His sinuses were clear and his headache and nausea were entirely gone. Even though the circle was no longer there he still had energy as well. Other than a lingering ache and the tendency to see dark flashes out of the corner of his eyes, he was nearly as good as new for some reason.
He made sure to take the small photo album he had been given from the court records when he graduated high school and left state ward-ship. He also took all the copies of his childhood records and Gosalyn's as well as his very early case files.
Launchpad came to take the attaché case as a wave of dizziness hit Darkwing. Launchpad steadied his friend and asked anxiously. "You okay DW?"
Darkwing nodded and moved as quickly as possible towards the blue spinning chairs. Gosalyn you and Honker come with me, I am going to activate the failsafe for the tunnel and blow the charges and I want you two safe at home while LP takes the plane out of here."
Gosalyn objected. "Fat chance Dad! I'm not leaving you!"
Gosalyn took another breath to argue further but her dad interrupted her. His instincts were screaming that leaving Gosalyn was a very bad idea; but she and Honker didn't need to be around when the tunnel failsafe charges blew. "I don't expect you to stay at home this time Gosalyn, We'll meet you at the park by the house where you practice soccer. Be in front of the batting cages alright?"
Morgana went to the Quackmoronicon and shook the bookstand waking him up. "Rise, by oath and bond I call on you Quackmoronicon. I am opening a portal to the house and I need you to supervise the cauldron, you know what happens when it's left on its own. I need to activate the houses' defenses and have the gargoyles move as far as they can, and do so as often as is untraceable by the lowlife moat scum that is attacking us."
She hugged Archie and continued giving the book his instructions. "Lock down all the portals Quacky, I'll reactivate them when I return."
The magical construct looked as though he wanted to object to this course of action, but he was bound to obey her and so could only offer a minor comment." Morgana, are you sure it's a good idea to be out and about while you are under attack like this?"
She patted the books spine reassuringly, "Don't fuss Quacky; I can't leave Dark to face this alone. I am the only one who can even see magical energy, much less help him fight it. Besides, I'd never forgive myself if I let anything happen to him, Gosalyn, Honker or Launchpad."
She staggered slightly and glanced behind her at Darkwing who was being held upright by Launchpad. "Eek, Squeek you two stay with Dark and Gosalyn. If that spell changes I don't want to risk leaving them unprotected. If it starts draining Dark more than it already has I don't want to chance his being alone."
Morgana could feel that her aura was dirty from the hostile magic, but since they had remembered about exchanging promises on Gosalyn's birthday; she had felt remarkably cleaner and stronger even without the warding circle.
Concerned for Launchpad and Honker she looked at their auras carefully but they were completely normal and healthy as far as she could tell.
Morgana carefully examined Gosalyn's aura as she was running back and forth to the plane tossing things into the cockpit. Gosalyn seemed unaffected by any malicious influences. She went to her father and hopped into the chair for the trip to the house.
Morgana watched as there was a surge of energy that moved to shield their aura's as they hugged waiting impatiently for Honker who stuffed the hard drives into his backpack along with his phone and several flashquacks.
Honker panted as he ran to the empty chair. "Mr. Darkwing sir, should we inform S.H.U.S.H. of our having to leave the tower?"
Darkwing frowned and shook his head. "We are under security silence Honker. The flashquacks will do for emergency communications….If they will work around me; right now I am persona non grata for any of our electronics."
He sighed again. "You better keep at least one with you Honker, you can imprint it so Tank can't accidentally set it off and take it home. Tell your mom I gave you and Gosalyn toy planes to play with since we still have no way of knowing if there will be school on Monday."
He looked troubled as he glanced across the room at Morgana who was building a portal to send her things back to her house.
The concern in his voice was unmistakably for Morgana as he wondered. "What I don't understand is how that Lafayette fellow can target me with something like this. According to Morgana, he would almost certainly have to have something of mine to use to target me with and I don't see how he could have anything."
Darkwing took off his fedora to talk directly to the bat clinging there. "If he can target me, I hate to even consider what he can do to Morgana. Eek, you and Squeek and Archie are watching out for her right?"
Eek saluted with a wing and chirped affirmatively as Darkwing replaced his hat and helped Honker into the empty seat. Gosalyn giggled and squirmed as she felt as though someone was ruffling all her feathers at once. Darkwing looked at her in surprise but she calmed down and shrugged. She and Honker both squawked in surprise as Squeek landed firmly on Gosalyn's hair and clung tight.
Honker looked thoughtful and said. "It does seem logical that he would be behind an attack like this, but scientifically we only have circumstantial evidence for such a theory."
Darkwing raised his voice as Launchpad started to preflight the jet. "Launchpad, it's almost dark enough that the Thunderquack will be less noticeable going out the emergency hatch. If you can, use the directional thrusters to maneuver when we are outside. We need to try and clear the bridge of people before it collapses and I'm afraid that the weight of the plane will be too much for the roadway."
He twitched as all his feathers were disturbed. He strangled a laugh and turned to Gosalyn and said. "Gos, after we see to any of the people on the bridge. We will land at the small park a couple of blocks from home. I am feeling a lot stronger and while this lasts, I am going to take advantage of it. Your overnight bag is in your closet. Get the papers from the safe in my den and meet us at the park. If you can, get my spare carry-on bag too; it is already packed and in the closet in my bedroom. Sweetie, don't worry about Launchpad; my bag has a change of clothes for him already in it."
Darkwing was NOT happy about leaving Gosalyn and Squeek alone to get to the park but he felt responsible for the people panicking outside and Gosalyn and Honker would be safe enough getting home. He would have sent LP with the kids, but Launchpad was the only one who could pilot the plane.
He knelt to talk to all three of them and said. "I love you kiddo, be careful and don't worry. Honker, wait at home and we'll contact you after we find out exactly what is going on. I don't want to take the chance of worrying your parents in case this takes longer than I hope it does. Thanks Squeek, I know you don't like to be away from Morg. I'll watch out for her, she means as much to me as Gos; we'll pick you both up as soon as we get the people off the bridge."
He smiled, kissed Gosalyn and then hit the statue's head to send them on their way before activating the emergency failsafe that would block the tunnel after the children went out the other set of chairs.
He nodded to LP who set in motion the emergency roof hatch so he could fly the plane directly out of the tower. This was usually a much too exposed way to enter and leave the tower, but motorists had noticed the bridges problems and were panicking and scattering as they rushed to get off the huge span before it collapsed.
As the plane hovered in preparation for takeoff the S.H.U.S.H. warning tones activated on Darkwing's phone telling him that he was being contacted. He helped Morgana into the plane and switched on the cockpit's communications console transferring the message to the screen there. Morgana seated herself on the bench seat behind the co-pilots chair fastened the safety harness; and carefully touched the back of Dark's neck to keep in physical contact with him. Darkwing felt himself relax a smidgen as he waited for the connection from his phone to go through.
Director Hooter's worried face came into view on the screen, before he could say anything however; Darkwing reported. "The Audubon Bay Bridge's structural integrity has been compromised by some kind of tidal shear phenomenon and complete security breach protocols have been initiated Director. We have set the emergency charges and are evacuating the area. I wouldn't recommend sending heavy army vehicles through here; the regular cars are too heavy for the damaged towers. We are going now to clear the bridge of civilians."
Director Hooter nodded and added. "Be careful Darkwing, I was calling to activate the Justice Ducks anyway. The Fearsome Five have escaped the city in Negaduck's plane and seem to be on a heading for Duckburg. The Thunderquack is the only plane we have in the area that is fast enough and close enough to try and track where they go to ground. We have managed to record his engines unique emissions and sound signature and are sending the file to the Thunderquack so you will have a profile to track."
He nodded to someone off screen and added. "We will send amphibious vehicles, police and S.H.U.S.H. operatives to clear the bridge. When the police arrive you can consider your primary responsibility to be finding the Fearsome Five, apprehend as many of them as you can. It will be difficult to send any backup so use extreme caution any prisoners you capture will have to be your responsibility until we can mobilize the Super Villain pick up unit and that will be tomorrow morning at the earliest. I will contact Gizmoduck and send warnings to the Duckburg police as well."
Hooter looked very tired and wiped his glasses, polishing them on his handkerchief. "Unfortunately there has been no conformation of the whereabouts of the rooster we were looking for. Agent Steelbeak and some of his Eggmen are currently being held in our maximum security medical facility after apparently running into him, but they have been only marginally helpful in determining his location."
"As far as we can tell he has most likely avoided the patrols and escaped the city as well. Good Luck, contact us with any information or updates as you can. Your teams phones are cleared for use and I want you to keep in communication so don't hesitate to let us know of any developments. We need information more than anything. Operating blind like this is most distressing, S.H.U.S.H. out."
The powerful jet lifted through the opening in the roof and Launchpad began to scan for trapped motorists while Darkwing tied off a grappling hook and rope to descend to the roadbed. As the cockpit shield opened he saw the distinctive yellow, red and black plane that was Negaduck's personal toy of destruction zoom by.
Negaduck promptly released a set of anti aircraft missiles at the Thunderquack forcing Launchpad to close the canopy and perform evasive maneuvers.
Grabbing madly for the crash holds LP had installed in the cockpit, Darkwing waited while Launchpad dove and rolled activating his anti missile defense flares. Eek tried to hang onto Darkwing by frenziedly flapping his wings and clinging to his fortunately tightly fitted fedora. Morgana gasped and hung onto Archie and the safety harness as the plane began a wild series of maneuvers that caused her to lurch and sway behind Darkwing's seat. Archie turned an interesting shade of green and muttered as Morgana gave a muffled shriek at the second spinning barrel roll.
Launchpad was actually kind of embarrassed at causing her distress but there was not much he could do about it. Darkwing held on grimly and said loudly. "Hold on tight Morg, You get used to the flight…It's the landing's that are scary."
Launchpad laughed self consciously and added. "Hey, DW you know what I always say, any crash you can walk away from is a good one. He, Heh, He."
Inside the plane affectionately called 'Disaster Area' by its owner; maniacal laughter rang out from the short, yellow jacketed and black masked mallard piloting the aircraft. It was mixed with frantic screams from the four terrified passengers being thrown around the interior of the cockpit. Negaduck demanded. "Shut up you knobs! I don't HAVE to keep you in the cockpit at all you know."
The other four members of his gang gulped in true terror as his hand moved toward the shield release lever, Liquidator interjected swiftly. "Four out of five villains agree obeying Negaduck contributes to overall well-being and ten percent less injuries!"
Then he prudently sank into the seat cushion hoping to avoid being flung out of the plane or being shocked by Megavolt as the electrical villain was tossed around willy-nilly on the other side of the cockpit. Liquidator was unable to completely restrain his curiosity though, he extended his face up behind the back of the seat to observe his cohorts antics.
Megavolt cowered behind Quackerjack clinging to the jester in a desperate attempt to avoid any chance of touching the water dog so as to keep from short circuiting himself as he gasped. "Yes, yes … What he said!"
Quackerjack on the other hand was trying to extract his Mr. Banana Brain doll from Bushroot's pet Venus fly trap Spike. Bushroot meanwhile was anxiously scolding his pet and tugging at the vaguely dog shaped creature's back end as he tried to shush Quackerjack's faint ventriloquist voice coming from the vicinity of Spike's mouth where the doll was being held captive.
Muffled inside Spike's mouth Mr. Banana Brain mumbled courtesy of the crazed toy maker. "Not recommended for pets or children under three."
While Quackerjack struggled to free his precious doll his quixotic sense of self preservation chose that moment to desert him as his foot slipped on his rubber chicken that had fallen out of his colorful, outsized sleeve in the tussle.
Thrown completely askew by the uncertain footing and the aerial aerobatics that Negaduck was engaged in as he swooped and rolled chasing his arch nemesis' plane across St. Canard air space; Quackerjack had the misfortune to have his oversized, pointy toed, slipper clad foot kick upwards and hit the throttle beside the pilots chair causing Negaduck to miss his target.
Being thrown into the back of the pilot's seat did nothing for his balance or coordination either. Realizing that his lifespan was likely limited to the next few seconds unless he did something extreme to toady up to his boss, Quackerjack offered recklessly. "I have just the thing to get rid of that plane for you Negaduck."
The surge of power to the engines caused Negaduck to swear colorfully and pull back on the controls to avoid submerging his plane in Audubon Bay. Being a very skilled pilot also meant that he avoided hitting the tower supports, unfortunately for the rescue efforts on the bridge the backwash of heat and air from his jet turbines caused several of the overstressed cables to fray.
One of the major junctions of cable chose this moment to let go and as the steel unwound from the main support the release of tension caused it to snap out like a whip. The glancing blow to the underside of the mallard of menace's plane caused damage to the landing gear deployment mechanism.
The resulting turbulence made the plane bob and jerk as Negaduck struggled to maintain control and Liquidator found himself receiving an elbow to his watery countenance.
Fortunately for all concerned it happened to be Bushroot's elbow, which meant that other than a watery squishing sound as Liquidator's face was mashed into the back of the upholstery and Bushroot's strangled cry as he lost his grip on Spike; they managed to avoid any undo attentions from their temperamental and homicidal leader since he was preoccupied with Quackerjack's unfortunate antics.
Turning an interesting shade of magenta at this insult to his personal transport, Negaduck seriously considered jettisoning his minions then and there but having to avoid hitting the span of asphalt occupied enough of his attention that the murderous impulse passed, temporarily anyway.
Negaduck snarled. "Unless you can make that do-gooder's plane crash from here Quackerjack you'd better start learning to fly without any help from me."
Negaduck's hand flicked the release toggle for the cockpit bubble as he held the plane on an extensive curve keeping his horizon level to avoid losing altitude. Circling wide around the perimeter of the bay Negaduck watched from the corner of his eye as Darkwing's plane descended rapidly spinning and looping in crazy zigzags on the Duckburg side of the now highly unstable bridge.
Grabbing Quackerjack by his oversized bill Negaduck prepared to send the crazed, criminal toymaker over the side of the aircraft, deaf to his strangled pleas.
Megavolt and Bushroot cowered behind him, Bushroot clutching his pet determinedly; as Quackerjack dug through his pockets. In the frenzy of activity, a disturbing variety of lethal and twisted toys scattered on the floor; most of which tumbled throughout the interior of the plane in a relatively harmless fashion.
Bushroot kicked the teddy bear away with a shriek as he recognized the flame thrower model and Megavolt flinched away from the super extreme soaker model water gun that tumbled over the side of the now open plane.
(Quackerjack never used regular ammunition when a more dangerous alternative would do, in this case the gun was loaded with 180 proof pure grain alcohol; flammable don't you know)
Clinging to the seat and shaking the twosome watched in mute fascination as Negaduck managed to simultaneously hold the plane steady and drag Quackerjack's kicking and struggling body though the small gap between the pilot's and co-pilot's chairs.
Liquidator had recovered enough to reform himself partially and he whispered to his cohorts. "Act now to avoid embarrassing and painful bodily injury. With your prepaid order receive Liquidator brand safety holds. Only teammates need apply. Send no money now, your free trial offer starts now."
Bushroot promptly grabbed Megavolt with one arm and snaked his other arm firmly around Spike as he felt Liquidators arms form around his waist. Bracing themselves against the brackets holding the seats to the floor they cringed ingratiatingly and cowered so as to avoid attracting Negaduck's ire.
Distracted by the exploding jacks that scattered on the controls Negaduck swore even more impressively as he released Quackerjack so he could toss them out of the plane before they damaged the controls.
Seizing the opportunity to avoid being thrown from the plane himself, Quackerjack triumphantly held up the toy he had been searching for.
He spoke excitedly, thrusting the toy at Negaduck's face. "Here it IS… It's my newest invention. It's a remote controlled explosive paratrooper dispenser."
As Quackerjack shook the wedge shaped plaything he hit a button on the top causing a set of whirling propeller blades to extend from the top and back end of the toy.
Eagerly he offered. "Just follow Dipwing Dork boss. I've got the remote right here. We can drop explosive paratroopers whose mission will be to destroy that playtime party pooper once and for all."
Negaduck started to throw Quackerjack from the plane just on general principals, but the idea of being able to drop explosives onto his goody-goody, hero wanna be; of a double was very tempting. Giving in to his desire to destroy things with explosives, Negaduck reluctantly relented; allowing Quackerjack to sit in the co-pilot's seat so he could see to operate the remote and aim his mechanical henchmen at their target.
Negaduck spoke in a cold angry voice that sent chills down the spines of all four of his minions. "I'm sure I'll regret this Quackerjack." He glared warningly and added, "And when I do, so will you… but go ahead."
Chuckling and bouncing excitedly Quackerjack waited while Negaduck piloted the aircraft toward a quiet suburban neighborhood on the outskirts of St. Canard. Negaduck had been a little preoccupied with disciplining his minions and keeping his plane in the air, so he hadn't seen exactly where his twin's ugly orange and purple plane had gone, but it's angle of decent had been very steep so Negaduck figured on doing a quick fly over before heading for cover himself.
With all the military and law enforcement activities in the area, it was defiantly time to become scarce; and besides Negaduck had wanted an excuse to check out the biggest privately owned piggybank on the continent for a while now.
Scrooge McDuck's money bin was something of a puzzle. According to Negaduck's research, the bin itself took up a substantial area in the Northeastern part of the Duckburg city limits. Supposedly its security was regularly upgraded and there were a great many other functions performed inside that building.
The reason it was called Scrooge's Money Bin was because it held working capital for his local businesses and a special area that held three cubic acres of coins and bills that the eccentric old duck swam in at least once a day when he was in Duckburg. What Negaduck wondered was WHY no one just waltzed in and helped themselves.
Granted, St. Canard was HIS territory. Usually it held enough opportunities for crimes and nefarious misdeeds that there was no need to travel; unless he went to the Negaverse of course: keeping any other criminals from getting ideas about infringing on HIS reputation and turf usually kept Negaduck busy and content since he got to indulge in his favorite hobbies of inflicting grievous bodily harm, violence and gratuitous destruction regularly.
Negaduck growled causing Quackerjack to flinch slightly as he thought to himself. 'If I find out who stirred up all the minions of the law in St. Canard they will regret it that's for sure.'
Fortunately for the Fearsome Five, Negaduck had been waiting for the right time to check out Duckburg for quite a while. From all accounts the local crooks in Duckburg were strictly small timers, content to get by with mostly misdemeanors and petty thefts.
Other than that ridiculous Gizmoduck character, there didn't seem to be any real reason not to clean out the bin and maybe even steal some of McDuck Enterprises' business secrets. Most really big conglomerates had tons of secrets they'd pay well to keep hidden, and given how much regular press coverage McDuck usually got there were bound to be a few that were worth letting out just for the fun of it.
He snarled to his gang. "You knobs better keep a sharp eye out. I want to drop explosives on that dim witted double of mine and be gone before the Air Force shows up, the way things have been going I half expect the Navy to stick their noses in too."
The Thunderquack had made a surprisingly smooth landing, for Launchpad anyway. Darkwing had hopped out to go to the batting cages to find Gosalyn while Morgana and Archie tried to compose themselves.
Very impressed by Launchpad's aeronautical skills and not nearly as dizzy or sick as Archie, Eek was crooning reassuringly to Darkwing as he clung to his teal turtleneck.
Eek had already spoken to Squeek and knew that Gosalyn was on her way. But of course Darkwing didn't know it and his hyperactive overanxious parent side was kicking in. His anxiety was threatening to drown him in guilt and worry, which was the reason Eek, had abandoned his place on Dark's hat. Eek had decided to try soothing him by crooning and using direct physical contact to increase his ability to influence Darkwing emotionally.
Darkwing tended to blame himself when he was beset by doubts or fears. This was a hard pattern of behavior to break especially when he didn't even realize that he was crippling himself by doing so and the person attempting to teach him a less self destructive thinking pattern couldn't even talk to him directly.
Pacing back and forth, wearing a short path in the dirt beside the row of batting cages; Darkwing castigated himself. "I knew I shouldn't have left her…Maybe I should head home and try and meet her…. What if Negaduck shows up?"
Eek sighed and kept projecting confidence and calm but Darkwing's emotional state was by now so worked up that Eek couldn't really tell if he was making any headway at all.
Darkwing had worked himself into such a frenzy that he didn't even realize that Gosalyn and Honker had come panting and struggling up to him each lugging a heavy bag until Gosalyn panted out. "Earth to DARKWING DUCK… Hello?"
Darkwing jumped up in the air with a yell and spun around to stare at them for a second before grabbing them both in a crushing hug. "Gosalyn, I am so glad you and Honker are okay… Wait, Honker what are you doing here? I…"
Gosalyn interrupted her dad. "Don't blow a blood vessel Dad, I know we are in a hurry and Honker is headed right home. I'd have been twice as long carrying both bags, what do you have in here anyway, bricks?"
Sighing Darkwing took Gosalyn's bag from Honker and staggered at the weight. "I could ask you the same thing Missy, when I packed this it wasn't this bulky either."
Gosalyn flushed as Honker waved and trotted away headed for his house. "Goodbye Mr. Darkwing. Be careful Gosalyn, I'll see you when you get back."
She waved and said. "Bye Honk, thanks for helping me. Dad I just added a few vital supplies like some comic books and a couple of balls and stuff. The zipper still closes, that's what counts right?"
Darkwing sighed and chivied his daughter onto the plane. He added sarcastically. "Sure Gos, it's not like we have a motorcycle and crime fighting stuff to add to the weight limit or anything."
Just as he was climbing into the Thunderquack the ominous silhouette of Negaduck's plane dove into view. Caught on the ground there was little Launchpad could do except close the canopy to try and protect everyone as tiny toy figures trailing triangular and round parachutes began dropping from the sky.
As they landed, most of them went poof as the impact explosives they were packed with interacted with the detonation switches activated by hitting the ground from a height resulting in little craters and puffs of dirt and grass pocketing the landscape around the plane.
A large group of the toys descended in formation as the crazed cackling of Quackerjack floated down from the plane. The group trapped on the ground could here his excited shout as he informed his cohorts. " Don't worry Negaduck, this many combined will blow the lid off their toy box for sure."
As he said this Negaduck's plane opened its bill and out came a large scale rocket launcher aimed directly at the grounded vehicles frightened occupants.
Negaduck chortled and added. "If that doesn't this will. Mwhahahahahah."
His evil smile widened as he added, "Why take chances?" And an even bigger set of missiles appeared in the launcher.
Morgana clasped her hands above her head and concentrated causing a small storm to manifest directly above the enemy plane complete with lightning bolts. As Negaduck swore and dodged these, she caused a very strong wind to blow the explosive toys directly into the red bill of the enemy transport.
This was a very bad thing for the Fearsome Five. The missiles loaded in the plane's bill reacted very poorly to being hit with explosives and Negaduck's plane went spinning out of control as they exploded in the loaded magazine and most of the top half of the bill was blown off.
Trailing smoke and several parts Negaduck's frustrated cries were echoed by his gang as he alternated between nursing his plane to get as close to Duckburg before crashing as possible, and kicking and hitting Quackerjack and anyone else he could reach.
Fortunately for his passengers he couldn't really spare a hand or the attention it would take to reach for his chainsaw until after they went to ground so he was reduced to dire threats and bare handed pummeling.
Launchpad lifted off and started to follow the smoking trail being left by Negaduck's plane but Darkwing stopped him with a shake of his head and pointed at an acute angle to indicate they should head directly towards Duckburg. He held Gosalyn protectively as he turned in his seat.
He started to say something but Gosalyn interrupted with a grin reaching out to Morgana who was looking a little shaken. "That was AWESOME Morgana, you saved us for sure."
Urged by a sudden impulse Gosalyn hugged Morgana pulling her close enough that Darkwing could reach her with one arm. He caressed her shyly on the side of the face and added quietly. "Thanks Morg. Gosalyn is right. We were sitting ducks without you."
Launchpad chimed in. "Heh, that's pretty funny DW. 'Sitting Ducks' I have to admit Morgana that sure was an awfully handy trick you pulled."
He glanced at her and offered. "You look kind of tired, why don't you relax and leave the flying to me. We should be on the ground in Duckburg in about twenty minutes."
He turned to look at DW and Gosalyn to find they were already asleep belted into the co-pilot's seat.
Launchpad mused to himself as he realized Morgana was passed out too." Boy it looks like they all needed a nap. I think I'll radio Agent G and Gizmoduck before I head into Duckburg airspace. They might know an out of the way secure hanger I can hide the Thunderquack in. Negaduck will be looking for spare parts and I don't want to risk my baby. Heh, besides, from the way they passed out, it doesn't look as though we're out of the woods yet."
In Duckburg Scrooge McDuck was having a hectic day. His phones were ringing constantly and Fenton wasn't the only one of his financial employees who were hurrying in and out of his office this morning.
Scrooge had seen the news reports of the military securing St. Canard earlier in the week of course, so when Gizmoduck had quietly said that several more of his team members were transferring temporarily from the military zone and that they would be patrolling Duckburg with him; Scrooge had at first thought he meant Darkwing and Launchpad.
Scrooge had seen how protective Darkwing was of his daughter and had figured he was trying to find somewhere to relocate her out of danger; to his surprise though a huge green Dinosaur and a FISH woman had shown up.
Fortunately Steggmutt had been an immediate hit with the Ducklings. He was an economical temporary addition to the staff, even taking into account his very big appetite. Steggmutt was a fine playmate and gave Mrs. Beakley some much needed help keeping all the Ducklings out of the way of the media frenzy that was shaping up outside the mansion grounds.
That Neptunia was quite a handful, she was NOT at all inclined to suffer fools. This was an attitude Scrooge could actually identify with unfortunately though, that made it difficult to get any work done as various news crews and paparazzi that were searching for an excuse to stay close to St. Canard and yet safely out of danger hung around and made nuisances out of themselves.
After her first day in town, she had volunteered to inspect Duckburg's water reservoir and make sure the waterworks were secure in case of evacuations or criminal activity. She was due back this afternoon but until then at least no other camera crews were going to have to dry out their equipment after jumping out of hiding to snap 'candid' shots.
Scrooge had to grin at the memory of Gizmoduck trying to smooth that over. In all honesty though, Scrooge had been grateful she had intercepted that bunch. He didn't have time to indulge gossip mongers or entertain people, not then; and certainly not today. He had received some very disturbing reports that his holdings were being finagled with and his instincts were telling him to secure his finances and cash flow so he was currently buffering his portfolios and using several proxies to buy up excess stocks.
Making sure they didn't accidentally bid against each other and coordinating the amounts needed to ensure no board changes on his businesses was a taxing and exacting thing. Fortunately Fenton was free to be his accountant not his body guard here inside the bin so as long as there were no major interruptions, they should be able to arrange things satisfactorily in a day or two. Having worldwide interests meant that he was going to have to monitor all the exchanges for at least the next few days very closely. That was IF he could ever get past these blasted phone calls.
In trying to find 'news' to report the media hounds were causing the regular citizens of Duckburg a lot of difficulty. So far Scrooge had been inundated with six different complaints from various businesses of damages and dangerous overcrowding, and that was just this morning!
Irritated Scrooge hit his flashing intercom button and demanded. "Yes, Mrs. Featherstone, WHAT now?"
She replied calmly. "I'm sorry sir, but the mayor and police chief are both requesting meetings today. When would you like me to schedule them in?"
Scrooge growled and started to snap at her but then he caught himself and taking a deep breath replied. "I canna meet with them today, not before eight tonight. I'll be here in me office monitoring the stock exchanges in New York and Europe, Asia won't start up until after ten thirty P.M. our time. If it's all that important, they can coom to me office then and I can give them an hour or so before I go home to check on Mrs. Beakley, Duckworth and the ducklings. If not then they will have to wait until the stock exchanges close for the weekend…. "
Struck by a sudden thought he added in a much more conciliatory tone. "I can try and see them at the mansion tomorrow, In fact offer them a personal invitation to meet there for lunch and we can discuss things. Inform Duckworth that I will be having a semi formal working lunch with them if they accept so he can get everything ready and screen any other complaints about the crowds, damages, and the local situation to your assistant Gandra Dee."
He allowed himself a small smile as Fenton tried really hard to pretend he hadn't heard his girlfriend's name. "She's a capable lass, have her make records of damages, reimbursement and repair costs and we'll address them on Monday or Tuesday at the staff meeting. Send a meal for the office staff up from the lunchroom. We won't be taking any breaks today. If anyone calls with actual information about the situation in St. Canard, or any national repercussions have it transferred to my desk, anything else can wait."
Mrs. Featherstone nodded to herself and gestured to her newly promoted assistant. The pretty young woman gave off the impression that she got by on her looks until you realized just what a keen mind and businesslike acumen was hidden behind her big blue eyes and golden hair. The older more experienced woman moved briskly to her desk and began instructing Gandra on handling the local mess and taking care of the citizens of Duckburg until Mr. McDuck had time to see to his local interests. Then, after conveying Mr. McDuck's invitation to the mayor and police chief and warning Duckworth and Mrs. Beakley she settled in for a very long day of clearing her bosses schedule and phone lines until Monday at the earliest.
Here is my next installment, Things are coming together at last. More or less anyways, I hope this meets with your approval and enjoyment and In the next part I hope to have Scrooge and Darkwing actually meet again. Please review and let me know if the fearsome five are in character and how you all like what is happening so far. Negaduck is really peeved that he had to wait so long to get in on the action, but sometimes that's how it is ha! Your friend Irual
