Hey! I'm back, thank you to Giddy Reflections for reviewing. See chapter 1 for the disclaimer and let's crack on.

As Liquidator stormed down the high-street he had one thought running throught his mind. 'Never a partner. Never a partner! I'll show him never a partner!" Then, coming to a realisation, he skidded to a stop in the middle of the street, slapped himself in the face and exclaimed. "What am I saying!? I'm Bud Flood, owner of Sparkling Crystal Pure Flood Water! He should be begging ME-!"

"Licky, Licky, Licky-!"

"What!?" Liquidator spun round to find himself face to face with a smiling Quackerjack.

"-Hi." Quackerjack waved.

Liquidator gave him a flat look, then noticed Bushroot and Megavolt standing just behind the toy maker. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Weeeeelllllllll." Quackerjack said, beaming. "To put it in your terms, we've had a little meeting and have decided that we will no longer be requiring Bulba's services. To put it on Mr Bannana-Brain's terms..." He held up said 'puppet', who added. "We said 'adios', Ros!"

"Oh." Liquidator's brain stopped working for a moment. "That's nice of you guys."

"Yeah, don't get used to it." The toy-maker dead-panned.

"As much as I hate to interupt this SWEET moment." Megavolt said, in a tone that indicated he wasn't sorry at all. "But there is the SMALL issue of...WE'RE OUTSIDE AND IT'S GOING TO RAIN! WHERE ARE WE GOING!?"

"I know a place." Bushroot said, in a suprisingly deep voice. "Follow me."

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One mad dash through the street later and they arrived at Bushroot's 'place.'

"A greenhouse." Megavolt said, dryly. "Why am I not suprised?"

The plant man glared. "Do you want shelter or not?"

Megavolt looked at the gray clouds. "Point taken. Let's go in." And, with an amazing level of speed, broke a window and climbed in.

"Wait!" Bushroot called, in a panic.

As the alarm sounded, the rat turned and yelled. "What!?"

Bushroot looked up. The sprinklers wearn't going off. "Er...nothing."

Quackerjack laughed. "Come on, let's go, I'm tired!" And bounded into the room, somehow miraculously avoiding the shards of glass.

"Had a long day?" Liquiadator said, gliding into the room. The glass felt quite weird going through his 'body', but he was used to it by now. "Want to put your feet up, but can't find anywhere? Try the St Canyard Hot House! Beds lovingly provided by Reginal Bushroot!" He finger-gunned Bushroot, who scowled.

"I like how you just assume I can make a bed out of a plant."

"Can't you?"

"No! We're going to have to make do with the floor. But they should have a kitchen, maybe we could make some coffee-?"

"-Hey!" Megavolt had zoned out all throughout that conversation, but now he pointed at Bushroot and said, accusingly. "Since when can you talk?"

Bushroot looked back at him and said, in a tone that indicated that rat should have known this already. "I've always been able to talk."

"But you didn't when we were fighting erm...erm..."

"The Ducks! He's right!" Quackerjack, who had - somewhere along the line - changed into his teddy-bear pyjamas. "You didn't say a word!"

By now Bushroot was looking a mix of alarmed and defensive. He folded his arms and snapped. "Well I wasn't gonna speak to those weirdoes, was I? We were fightin' 'em. Now, are we going to sleep or not!?"

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[In Darkwing Tower]

"Ah, am I ready to kick back and relax." Darkwing announced, flopping onto the couch.

"I'm with you on that one, D.W." Lauchpad said. "That was intense."

"I'm just glad we got Gosalyn to bed." Drake said. "Now we can just...sleep." He closed his eyes and started to doze.

"DARKWING DUCK!"

"Aaaarrrggghhh!" Dawkwing bolted upright and fell of the couch with a thud. "What, what!?"

From the screen in the corner, Zan Owlson glared daggers at him. "St Canyard's Hot House has been broken into."

"Can't you get the police to deal with that?" Darkwing asked, with just a touch of exasperation.

"The police went." Owlson said. "They looked. They've refused to take the matter any further because it APPEARS-" A pause, a glare, then: "That there are 4 SUPER-VILLAINS from an old TV SHOW in there-"

"-Oh yeah." Darkwing laughed nervously. "Funny story about that-"

"I don't want to hear it." Owlson interupted. "Just get them OUT of that hot house, we're growing the world biggest marrow in there and I DON'T want it jepredised by four stupid SUPERVILLAINS!"

Darkwing saluted. "Yes, Mam!"

Owlson gave one last glare, then signed off.

Darkwing sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Come on Launchpad let's go. We can pick up a Starbucks on the way there."

"What about Gosalyn?"

"Ah, let her sleep. It's been a long day."