Bushroot looked up at the sky from his spot in the flower bed. It was about three o clock in the morning. The stars were twinkling and the general aura was one of calmness and tranquillity. He smiled to himself.

Just then - as if the universe had realised that he was happy and therefore it must send something to ruin it - a voice boomed. "I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the mask that doesn't quite fit over your face! I am-!"

"-RUINING MY BEAUTY SLEEP!" Megavolt yelled at the skylight where Darkwing Duck was currently perching.

"Yeah." Quackerjack said, rubbing his eyes tiredly, but still smiling. "And Megsy certainly needs that."

"Exactly!" Megavolt said, in a kind of 'so there' tone. Then, realising what he'd just agreed to, he went. "Heeeeeyyyyyyy! Cut it out!"

As Quackerjack and Megavolt descended into a childish argument Darkwing realised he had completely lost control of the situation, raised his voice. "Hello!? Hello! Hel-oh for goodness sake. Villains - villains, listen to me, listen to me - lis, lis - FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WOULD YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!?"

There was a beat. All three villains looked up at him. Then Quackerjack put his hands on his hips and said, clearly mockingly. "There's no need to yell."

Darkwing's left eye twitched.

Then, from behind him he heard a voice that sent shivers down his spine. "Available on a time-limited offer, the opportunity to kick Darkwing Duck's butt."

Darkwing whipped round to find himself face-to-face with the Liquidator who flashed him a quick smirk before punching him in the stomach and sending him flying into the hot house.

Landing in a crumpled heap in the middle of the floor, the masked hero wasted no time in flipping himself onto his feet and going into guard straight away. Who knew what the four villains had planned for him?

With that in mind he was more than slightly surprised to see the four of them looking at him with no more than mild curiosity.

After a brief stare-off, Liquidator said, as if he was speaking to an idiot. "Four out of four super-villains would like to know what you're doing here."

"Yeah." Megavolt said, eyes narrowing. "This is OUR hideout!"

Darkwing looked round as much as he could without being obvious, then judged it safe enough to lower his hands and say. "Yeah, ABOUT that...this can't be your hideout."

"What!?" Quackerjack's eyes flashed dangerously and he stepped forward. It was at this point that it dawned on the hero exactly how TALL the pelican was and he found himself sub-consciously taking a step back.

"It's not me personally." He said, drawing himself up. "Zan Owlson, the mayor of this town wants you out of this hot-house and I'm here to make sure you leave."

"In the middle of the night?" Megavolt asked, dismay clear in his voice.

Darkwing opened his beak then closed it again. Much as he hated to admit it the rat did have a point. After all where would the villains go if he threw them out now? More likely they would just cause more chaos trying to find somewhere ELSE to sleep and then he would be called out AGAIN and he was tired as it was and-

"Hey, Dork-wing." Quackerjack interrupted his thoughts. "Are ya kicking us out or not?"

Drake sighed. He knew he would regret this. "No." He said. The villains gave each other looks as if to ask 'Is he serious?' "You can stay till morning-"

"What time exactly?" Bushroot asked, speaking for the first time. Darkwing jumped, not expecting it and gave the plant-man a slightly weirded-out look. He was not expecting the voice to be that deep.

"12 o clock." Drake said, calculating that gave him 8 and a half hours sleep max. "I'll be here at 12:30 to make sure you've gone. Now-" He broke of to fight off a yawn.

"Tired?" Quackerjack asked, smirking.

Darkwing gave the clown a flat look. "Yeah. It may have escaped your notice but it's 3:30 AM-"

"-It may have escaped YOUR notice." Megavolt cut across him. "But we didn't exactly invite you in..." Megavolt's gloves started sparking and his eyes narrowed.

Well, never let it be said that Darkwing Duck couldn't take a hint. He aimed his grappling-gun at the skylight and high-tailed it out of there while he still had his tail-feathers.