While D.W. was complaining to Launchpad about the police's inability to deal with ANYTHING; Liquidator was impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for his super-villain...aquaintences to stop stuffing there faces.
"This is SO good!" Megavolt moaned, as he licked his lips.
"The best, Jess!" Quackerjack agreed, entusiatically licking his fingers.
Bushroot stood a short distance away looking greener than usual and slightly terrified. "...Carnage." He muttered distantly. "Absolute carnage."
"Are you done!?" Liquidator demanded, resisting the urge to punch them both in the snout/beak.
"Eeeeeehhhhhh." Quackerjack began, keen to cause some mischief. As soon as he saw the look on the water-dogs face he re-thought the idea and just nodded.
"Good. Let's get going then."
"What are we doing now?" Bushroot asked.
"Today we are FINDING a hideout." Liquidator announced. "If I have to create a flood to get everyone out we will FIND a hideout."
"Good plan, Stan." Quackerjack said, slinging an arm arround what he thought was Liquidators shoulders. That led a horrific moment when his arm went straight through Liquidators body and the dog dissapeared before re-assembling himself next to Bushroot.
"Don't you EVER do that again!" Liquidator bellowed at the jester. "Ever!"
Quackerjack stared wide-eyed at his now-completly soaked arm and nodded, dumbly.
"Now..." The water-dog regained his composer and said, in a voice made of ice. "I don't suppose any of you clowns have another idea as to where our next hideout should be? Remember we need it to at least 40 percent terrifying, 25 percent hidden, 20 percent dark and 15 percent spacious which should lead to it being 100 percent villinous-"
"Ooh, ooh!" Quackerjack stuck his hand in the air and leapt about on a pogo-stick he'd somehow managed to get from somewhere. "Pick me, pick me!"
A beat and then a low. "Quackerjack."
"Follow me!" The jester bounced of at ridiculous speed, without even waiting to see if the others were actually following him.
"WAIT FOR ME!" Liquidator shouted after him before giving up and just melting into a puddle in order to follow the hyperactive clown more easily.
Bushroot let out a screech before summoning a wave of vines to help him across the streets. As he glided through the streets on his self-made tidel-wave he looked around for his other villains. Or mainly Megavolt seeing as Quackerjack and Liquidator were long-gone. The rat was doing his best to keep up with them all but just due to the fact that he had no transportation was a long way back.
Bushroot sighed and abruptly turned round and pointed at the rat.
The plants heard his command [obviously, they're very intelligent] and a rose thorn stem quickly snaked round Megavolt's waist and lifted him up.
The rat squawked and tried to electrocute the vines, who [unsuprisingly] dropped him in return.
Bushroot glared and yelled down at him. "Let them pick you up, you Moron! They won't hurt you!"
Megavolt hesitated and looked round at the world of plants that was formely the high-street. "Promise?"
Bushroot rolled his eyes. "Promise. Now stand still!"
Megavolt twitched when the vines once again picked him up by the waist, but managed not to electrocute them, though the plant-man could see it took a lot of effort.
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[Twenty minutes later, back at D.W.'s hideout.]
"Theeeerrrrreeee you goooooo." Drake said, trying to sound upbeat as he placed a plate in front of Gosalyn, who looked at it suspicuously and poked it.
"What is it?" She asked, like Drake was trying to poison her or something.
"It's tomato." Drake said.
"On sandwhiches!?"
"Yes! It's very nice!" Seeing his charges un-impressed face, Drake begged. "At least give it a go, please?"
"D.W., D.W!" Launchpad ran into the kitchen.
"Don't you have a rich duck to cheuffer?" Drake said, snarkily.
"I do." Launchpad said, without breaking stride. "Just like you have four villains to apprehend."
Drake groaned and flung himself backwards in his chair with a childish. "Not again! What have they done now!?"
"Taken over Games'R'Us department store. They've intimidated the owners into 'giving' them the building and have thrown out all the emplyees. Well. I say 'thrown out'-" Launchpad gave a litle laugh. "I mean Liquidator flooded the building. You can't get near the place for ambulances and Ubers."
Drake spluttered and leapt up. "Why didn't you tell me that first!? To the Darkwing Mobile!"
"Isn't it called the Rat-Catcher, D.W.?"
"...I know, but I've always wanted to say that."