The Legend of Gizmoduck
Part 97
Liberar al Pueblo
Fenton was at the window of his bedroom, watching Drake, or 'Dally' through the fogged up glass panes. Dally was in the grounds, going around the garden perimeter. Again.
He'd really been doing this all night? He was certainly serious about it. The irony was that even if this magic miracle worked, all it would do was protect McDuck manor. Everyone else in Duckburg was still at the mercy of the Nazis. Everyone else would continue to suffer.
They weren't doing enough. Not magic, nor vampires were big enough to deal with an entire army of brutality.
Right now, Fenton wasn't helping much either. He looked back again to the Gizmo armour sitting inert and limp on the chair.
"The Wasp Woman." Fenton took another gulp of water from his glass, wishing his frayed nerves would mend the way Drake had mended his ribs. Why had this monstrous thing been in his apartment? His mother had never mentioned it. Fenton knew, if he put it on, it would attach to his nervous system. After that, there was no telling if he'd ever get it off again. If he became this thing, he could fight the Nazis, but at the risk of losing himself. Could he bring himself to make that sacrifice? There was no telling how long the Nazis would keep the police hostage in the station. No telling how long his m'ma would survive.
The room grew lighter. The dawn was beating back the cool foggy morning mist. Fenton opened the window and got the Autumn chill straight into his face, waking him up with a snap. He couldn't resist leaning out to fill his lungs with the sharp fresh morning air of the countryside. The smell of fallen leaves and the misty dew. The wide open space McDuck called his backyard.
Purple lightning flashed in the distance just over the cloud of fog catching Fenton's attention.
"What happened?" Reginald Bushroot asked in a startle as the sound of electricity sizzled in his ears. "We've lost X and Y."
"We've been hit." Captain Muddlefoot reported from across the piloting room.
"Put more power to W and Z." Sylvia Sputterspark told Reginald.
"They're already at maximum." He answered.
"Then reduce the other anti gravs." Sylvia answered.
"If I do we might go down."
"Just feather it, Reggie."
"No, that's not what he's saying." Muddlefoot interrupted. "Head west, Doctor Sputterspark. We need to get clear of that town before we can even think of doing anything else."
"Alright. Reggie, thrusters D, E and C."
Muddlefoot's voice suddenly echoed through the ship's speakers. "All hands, this may be a rough landing!"
The shape of a flying saucer skimmed across the top of the fog, heading towards the manor. It grew bigger, then swung about. It teetered, the saucer did, until at last it took a turn and headed out into the western fields, dipping back down beneath the fog.
The glass in the window rattled violently, the floorboards shook, the flowerpot jumped. The water in the washbasin rippled.
Fenton grabbed the window ledge. "Blathering Blatherskite! That was incredi-!"
He spun around, hearing an electrical whirring behind him. The machinery was starting up; the Gizmoduck suit!
"No, no; down, down, stop!" The thing rose up from the lazy perch and surrounded him, attaching itself to him. Connecting to his brain.
'"Gah!" Fenton teetered uncertainly for a moment as an otherworldly set of images overlayed the normal ones. He looked at his black gloved hands. "So much for that debate." There was no point arguing about it now.
He dove out the window to find Dally back on the front lawn. The energy overlay image showed a massive field of purple energy around a modest greeny-blue one. "How many energy fields do you have, Drake?"
"Two." Drake answered. "My wife and I. Fenton, are you-."
"Fine and dandy, citizen." Fenton swerved about on his tyre.
Fenton saw the others coming out of the house. McDuck, Launchpad and Donald.
"Those Nazis have had control of Duckburg for long enough!" He declared to them; "It's time to take it back!"
"Yeah!" Donald said.
"We're with you, Gizmoduck!" Launchpad said.
"Liberar al Pueblo!" Gizmoduck charged off, heading into town.
The Nazi patrols didn't stand a chance against the combined might of Gizmoduck, Donald and Launchpad. They got to the police station and burst in through the doors. The station was swarming with Nazis guarding the place. Within minutes it was a mess of unconscious guards.
Fenton in the Gizmoduck suit got downstairs and went to break open the cells.
"Patito!" His mother was relieved, then immediately told him off. "Where are the keys for the cells? This is police property. You cannot just 'break' them open. Think!" She said in her lecturing voice.
So scalded, Fenton went back upstairs for the cell keys. Another trip downstairs and the police officers were free.
That was when the world washed over with purple.
Fenton teetered for a moment on the unityre as his memories shifted and changed back. Mr McDuck, the 21st Century, Drake... No, Darkwing Duck...
"What has made the world turn back to normal?" His mother asked aloud, breaking in on Fenton's thoughts.
Everyone stood there in puzzlement for a moment.
"McDuck and Darkwing." It only took Fenton a moment to realise who hadn't joined him in rescuing the police department. "They're at the Institute." He looked at Launchpad and Donald. "Let's go!"
