So here, we get a little Gosalyn interacting with Jordan and Skye. We also get a peek into Chase's journalism career and her weirdo boss.
Chapter 7:
The next morning, Chase got up, got ready for work, waking Skye in the process, and got breakfast for the two of them. Amelia was already awake, watching the news on TV.
Chase smirked when she saw that the story of Megavolt's capture was on TV. About time someone reported on that even if Chase hadn't done it herself. The "team-up" of Darkwing Duck and the new hero, Twilight Drake, was the big thing now.
Chase chuckled as she gathered her things in her bag. There was a knock on the door, which Chase answered, seeing Drake and Gosalyn standing there. "Come on in." Chase said, standing aside to let the Mallards in.
"I can't stay." Drake said. "I've got to get going." He bent down and kissed Gosalyn on the head. "Behave yourself today and I'll see you later."
Chase, meanwhile, had walked over to Skye, wrapping her in a hug. "I know you'll be very good for Amelia today, right?"
"I always am." Skye said.
Chase smiled as she and Drake walked out. "Love you, Skye!" Chase called out as she shut the door behind them.
Amelia stood up, smiling as Jordan walked in, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "There's my sleepyhead." She said, smiling wider at the tired glare Jordan gave her. Amelia looked at Gosalyn. "Have you had breakfast yet, Gosalyn?" she asked.
Gosalyn nodded. "Yeah, but I'm still hungry. Dad rushed us out before I could get anything else."
"Well, I think I can do something about that." Amelia said. "Why don't you, Skye, and Jordan go watch TV while I fix something?"
Gosalyn nodded and the three children went in the living room, turning on some cartoons. Not too long later, Amelia called them back to the kitchen where steaming hot pancakes and eggs were waiting for them along with tall glasses of orange juice. Gosalyn and Skye jumped into their seats, digging in while Jordan trudged to his seat, leaning his head on one hand as he was still tired.
Gosalyn looked at Jordan with a raised eyebrow. "Why's he so tired?" she asked through a mouthful of food.
Skye chuckled. "I beat him in our video game tournament last night."
Jordan opened his eyes and glared at the younger girl. "Only because you cheated."
Skye crossed her arms. "I didn't cheat. You just stink at that game."
Amelia sighed. "Enough of that, kids. Eat your food." The children obeyed, eating the rest of their food quickly and going back in the living room once they had finished.
"So what do we do now?" Gosalyn asked. She was used to being able to go into her backyard to kick her soccer ball around.
"We can play pretend." Skye suggested.
"How about we play Darkwing Duck and Twilight Drake versus Megavolt!?" Gosalyn suggested. Skye nodded enthusiastically, already calling playing as Twilight Drake. Gosalyn looked over at Jordan, who had nodded off. She smiled mischievously before shaking Jordan, who jumped and glared at her.
"What?" he groaned.
"We're playing Darkwing Duck and Twilight Drake versus Megavolt. You can be Megavolt while Skye is Twilight Drake and I'm my da- I mean Darkwing Duck." Gosalyn ordered, stumbling over the last couple of words.
Jordan raised an eyebrow. "Why would I want to be the villain? Why can't I be Darkwing?"
"Cause you're a cranky head." Skye answered. Jordan sighed before agreeing, knowing that the two girls wouldn't leave him in peace otherwise. He got up and got a costume out of his room, emerging in yellow striped pajamas with a water bottle tied to his back and a pair of swimming goggles on his face.
Amelia looked in and, seeing Jordan holding some newspapers, she grinned before walking in. "What are you kids up to?" she asked. The kids explained what they were doing and Amelia smiled before taking the newspapers from Jordan. She started folding the papers into two hats which she promptly handed to the girls as they slapped them on their heads in excitement.
Jordan looked at Gosalyn. "So what am I supposed to do as Megavolt?"
Gosalyn slapped a hand to her head. "You're supposed to be liberating light bulbs from oppression." She answered. The other two looked at her in confusion. "I know right!?"
"How do you know so much about him?" Skye asked.
Gosalyn started stammering. "Uh, you know, he shouts about it a lot on the news."
Jordan rolled his eyes. "Well, this is the first time I'm hearing about this."
"Well, I kinda read something about him in the paper once when I was in the school library. It's true that he thinks light bulbs are alive."
Jordan turned the lamp towards them, bathing them in light. "Seriously?" In the kitchen, Amelia was holding back laughter as she watched Gosalyn and Skye chase Jordan around the room. The children never noticed her taking pictures as they played, sending them to both David and Chase.
Meanwhile, at the St. Canard Chronicle, Chase was sitting at her desk, bored out of her mind. It was supposed to be busy, but even she knew that there weren't any stories on the weekends. Her boss, an obnoxious mongoose, Marty Monrue, called her into his office. She groaned, standing up and walking to his office. As she entered, she raised an eyebrow in confusion. He was just sitting there, arms on his desk, a Chinese finger trap holding his fingers together as he looked up at her.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Chase started, crossing her arms and discreetly looking at her watch.
"Yes, Canvasback, Darkwing was spotted downtown. I want you to go keep an eye on him and report anything he does."
"That doesn't sound like a job for a journalist, sir." Chase said.
"I don't care!" he yelled. "Just do it and get going now!"
Anything to get me out of this stuffy office. Chase thought, but out loud she said. "Yes sir." And she was gone in an instant. Deciding that Twilight Drake would be better, Chase made a stop at her hideout before taking her motorcycle downtown, where she saw Darkwing in the middle of a brawl with Quackerjack.
Darkwing looked up when he heard Twilight's motorcycle and groaned. "You again? I thought Twilight didn't come out in the daylight."
"Oh," Twilight replied. "So, now you're talking about me in the first person? You guys must've missed me. Besides, I could say the same about you."
Quackerjack started laughing. "Darkwing and Twilight working together? Oh man, when Megavolt told me about you two lovebirds, me and Mr. Banana Brain could hardly believe our ears!" He lifted his banana doll and made it laugh as well.
Something silenced him when he felt something tie his feet together. Twilight had shot her gun at him, tripping him as a rope wrapped around his legs, Mr. Banana Brain flying off in another direction. He looked up at her in surprise. Twilight shrugged as she looked over at Darkwing. "Sorry, but he was really starting to get on my nerves. Shall we wrap this up?" Darkwing still stared at her in shock before Twilight rolled her eyes. "Oh, never mind! Allow me!" She shot her gun again, this time trapping Quackerjack in a pile of sticky purple goo.
Darkwing groaned. "Hey, I was gonna do that!"
"Except, you didn't." Twilight responded. She walked over and grabbed Quackerjack by the collar of his shirt, ready to drag him away, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and saw Darkwing standing behind her, his gas gun in his hand.
"May I?" he asked.
Twilight's bill turned into a devious smile before she handed the villain over. "Help yourself."
"Gladly." Darkwing said, a devious grin of his own crossing his bill.
"Oh no." Quackerjack moaned. He looked at Darkwing, who had his gas gun pointed at the joking villain. "Help me." Darkwing fired and Quackerjack went down, coughing as the gas surrounded him.
From behind him, the Banana Brain doll said, through Quackerjack, "He had it coming."
Quackerjack looked up and glared over at his little partner. "Oh, shut up!"
Soon, the police arrived and Darkwing and Twilight handed Quackerjack over. That was the moment Launchpad chose to finally show up. As he ran up, Twilight got on her bike, revving it and getting ready to drive off. "Hey, DW! What did I miss?" He looked up just as Twilight's bike took off, leaving a large dust cloud behind, as the female duck waved at them. "Oh, I missed the battle, didn't I?"
Darkwing chuckled as he watched Twilight drive off. "Yeah, LP, you did, but not by much." He crossed his arms. "I'll admit, the girl's got guts. She even pulls off that snazzy outfit of hers, too." Launchpad looked at him, an amused smile on his face. "What?"
Meanwhile, Twilight drove back to her hideout, storing her bike and changing back into her civilian clothes before hopping in her car and driving back to work. She had quickly written down a story pitch about Darkwing for her boss and was ready to show him so that she could go home. However, when she got there and showed it to him, she didn't get the reaction she was expecting.
Mr. Monrue looked over the story, before throwing it back at Chase, an angry look on his face. "Why didn't you mention Twilight Drake showing up? She ended up showing too, didn't she?" He held up another newspaper, the Cuckling Gazette, where, on the front page was a picture of Darkwing and Twilight taking down Quackerjack. Chase growled under her breath when she saw that the story had been done by her rival reporter, Chuckles Cuckoo.
She sighed and spoke again. "You only asked for Darkwing, not Twilight, sir. I don't see why you're getting so upset."
Mr. Monrue's angry look slowly disappeared and he sighed. "Fair enough. Good work, Canvasback. You can go home for the day after you get done with the pitch paper." Chase nodded, went back to her desk and after typing up the pitch paper, she gave it to her boss, grabbed her stuff and rushed out the door before he could pull her back.
The drive home was quiet, mostly with Chase thinking about the battle with Quackerjack. She didn't really notice when she had pulled up to the apartment and was barely aware when she had made it to the door. Chase shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. Putting her key in the door, she could hear the children laughing. Opening the door, she found the kids sat at the table playing a game of Bills to Wings. All three were dressed in little costumes and she saw that Jordan was covered in toilet paper.
He looked up when he heard her come in and shook his head. "Don't ask." Skye looked up, grinning when she saw her aunt. She ran over and nearly knocked Chase over with the force of her hug.
"Chase! You're back!" she exclaimed.
"Aye, and it looks like I missed one interesting day." Chase said, looking around the room at the mess of toilet paper and suction cup darts.
"We played Darkwing Duck and Twilight Drake versus Megavolt." Gosalyn said. "I'm Darkwing, Skye is Twilight and Jordan is Megavolt."
"So, who won?" Chase asked, looking over at Amelia, who was helping Jordan get the toilet paper off.
"We did, obviously." Skye said, putting her hands on her hips proudly.
"They begged me to be the villain." Jordan grumbled, crossing his arms.
Amelia smiled. "Awe, but you looked so cute." She held up her phone, which had one of the pictures displayed on it.
Jordan's cheeks turned red as he blushed furiously. "Mom!" Amelia's only response was to pull him into a hug.
Chase looked around, seeing the mess the room was in. "Well, I think it's time for the most exciting activity of the day." At the children's curious looks, Chase smirked. "Clean up time." The kids groaned as they got up and the children and adults picked up the mess.
After everything was clean, they decided to watch a movie until Drake came to get Gosalyn later that afternoon. They lost track of time and ended up watching another movie right after the first until a knock at the door stopped them.
"That must be Drake." Chase said, standing up and walking over to the door to allow the older duck in. Drake looked around, smiling.
"I hope Gos wasn't too much trouble." He said.
Amelia shook her head. "Not at all. And I'll be happy to watch her the next time you need it."
Drake nodded. "Thanks." He looked up at Gosalyn. "Time to go, young lady."
Gosalyn groaned. "Aw, Dad!"
Drake smirked and looked over at Amelia and Chase. "Hey, how about I treat you guys to dinner for taking care of Gosalyn today?"
"Oh, you don't have to." Amelia said.
"I insist." Drake said. Chase and Amelia shared a look before nodding. They all got in Drake's car and drove off to the best fast food restaurant in St. Canard: Hamburger Hippo. After ordering their food, they found a large table and sat down. Soon, a very tall duck dressed like an airplane pilot came over. Chase nearly choked on her drink when she recognized him as Launchpad, Darkwing's sidekick.
"Hey, DW!" Launchpad exclaimed. "What're you doing here?"
"Just taking some new friends out for dinner." Drake said. "Everyone, this is Launchpad, Gosalyn's uncle."
"I am?" Launchpad asked confused. Drake sighed.
"Honorary uncle. He's a definite friend of the family and an amazing ally, so he's practically Gos's uncle." Drake corrected himself, shaking his head as he stuttered a bit, as he smiled with a chuckle.
Chase raised an eyebrow as Drake invited Launchpad to join them. As the pilot sat down, he was oblivious to the suspicious look Chase was giving him. Chase instead decided to say nothing for now about her suspicions as they sat down to enjoy the rest of their meal.
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