"We're here, D.W." Launchpad announced as he got out the rat-catcher. "Good job Mr McDuck was alright with me taking a detour, wasn't it?"

"Ssshhh!" Darkwing hissed, as he got out the other side. "Not so loud. What the point of a surprise attack if you're just going to be loud? Now. Follow me exactly-" With an almost unfathomable amount of confidence he stepped up onto the kurb and promplty collided with a couple of trashcans which clattered onto the ground, banging against each other like a pair of steel drums.

Desperatly D.W. tried to catch them, but just succeded in knocking them into a lampost, which created more noise.

After he'd finished playing musical trash-cans, D.W. paused, looked at the carnage and asked. "Do you suppose they noticed?"

"We noticed." The deep voice of the Liquidator said, from behind them.

Darkwing jumped before turning and pointing at Liquidator. "Alright, Liquidator, what's the deal? You can't just flood a building!"

"Can't I?" The water-dog's voice was mocking. "Cos it seems I have. So...what are you going to do about it?"

"Thankfully I came prepared for this." Darkwing said, as an aside to Launchpad. "Alright Liquidator. You carry on with this and I'll be forced..." He went to the rat-catched and lifted out a bag of cement. "To cement ya." He got a pair of scissors seemingly out of nowhere and held it near the top of the cement bag, his smirk just daring Liquidator to try somthing.

Unfortunatly his threat didn't seem to be getting through. The dog just smiled wider, making his face look even more unenerving that it already did, and said, in a low, soothing voice that totally mis-matched the circumstances. "Of course you're free to do that it that's what you wish. But I warn you, you do that and we'll be forced to hit back with a one-time only guarentee."

"Huh?"

The dog smirked and pointed over D.W. and Launchpad's shoulders. They looked at each other, gulped and turned.

Megavolt, Bushroot and Quackerjack were standing there. Each had assumed a suitably dramtic villanous pose and each was smiling uncannily at them. Aside from Bushroot who was just looking at them with dead eyes [maybe literally dead? Darkwing wasn't sure how plants worked] and a completly flat expression.

There was a beat and then Darkwing waved. "Hel-lo." He said, trying not to let his voice get to high-pitched. "So..." He added, when he didn't get an answer. "I'm taking it you think this is your new base, then?"

"It IS our new base." Liquidator corrected. "And I havn't gone to the effort of flooding the place, just to have you two executives ruin everything."

"I've never been compared to an executive before." Lanchpad said, proudly.

"I don't think he means it as a compliment, Launchpad." D.W. hissed before looking round him again. This wasn't right. None of them had moved. "Arn't you going to attack me!?" He asked, in exasperation.

"Nu-huh - YOU'RE meant to be running from us in terror!" Megavolt said, putting his hands on his hips.

"Wha-!" Darkwing spluttered. "I'm Darkwing Duck! I'm the terror that flaps in the night! I'm the..." Drake looked around him desperatly, how did Starling come up with this stuff!? "...The sun that blinds your eyes."

There was an un-impressed silence and Darkwing shrugged. "Well, they can't all be winners."

"GET HIM!" Liquidator bellowed, suddenly making both Darkwing and Laucnhpad jump.

Darkwing barly had time to move before two vines snaked round his and Lauchpad's waists and lifted them high into the air.

"I wonder how crushed duck would taste?" Liquidator asked, with a mischievious smirk.

"Like a stew, Dew." Quackerjack said, lightly.

Liquidator shot the clown a poisiness look.

"We don't want trouble!" Darkwing squawked, pushing desperatly at the vines. "We're just here to tell you that you CAN'T have your base here!"

"And why not?"

"You don't own it! Games'R'Us owns it! It's illegal for you to be here!"

"We paid." Megavolt said, defensivly.

"With what!?"

"With the money we got from the robbery this morning!"

If Darkwing wasn't tied up, he'd face-palm. "You CAN'T use money from one crime to further another!" He snapped.

"Why not?"

"It's illegal!"

"I'm tired off you going on about this 'illegal' thing." Liqidator said. "Bushroot, squeeze."

"WAIT!" Launchpad yelled, as the vines started slowly tightening. "Are you sure you want THIS place to be your base?"

Liqidator frowned and held a hand up. The vines stopped tightning and Darkwing's face started going back to it's usual coulor.

"What do you mean?" The water-dog said, curiously.

"You're Darkwing Duck villains, right? So shouldn't your base be somewhere like the St Canyard lighthouse?"

The St Canyard lighthouse being the basis for the [fictional] Beakers Point lighthouse.

"That's my base!" Megavolt snapped, then frowned slighly as a confused expression came over his face. "I wonder how I knew that?"

A silence and then. "It doesn't matter how you knew it, who didn't you mention it before!?" Liquidator said, flinging his arms out in annoyance.

"His memory issues probably had something to do with it." Quackerjack said, eyes narrowing.

Liquidator briefly considered strangling the clown, then realised that wouldn't score him any popularity points so just settled for snapping. "You're both idiots!" At them. "Now follow me." And he glided off.

Bushroot let out a squawk and jerked his head at Darkwing and Launchpad.

"JUst leave them." The water-dog said, bossily. "We have more important things to worry about than two would-be heros."

Bushroot let out a squawk of understanding and dropped Darkwing and Launchpad onto the ground.

It took a few seconds for Drake and Launchpad to gather their bearings. When the world stopped spinning Drake groaned and clutched his fore-head. "Second-rate hero's!" He said, in disgust. "Who does he think he is calling us second-rate hero's?"

"It's not even right." Launchpad said, adjusting his pilot's hat. "I'm a second-rate sidekick."

"Not the point, Launchpad." Drake growled, before sighing and resting his head in his hands. "I need to talk to Zan Owlson ASAP. That was a disastor"

Hi! Roxy Goth here. I know I usually do this at the beginning of the chapter, but I didn't want to break the flow. First of all thanks to Giddy Reflections for reviewing the last chapter.

Thank you to EVERYONE who has followed and favourited this story.

I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and I hope that - despite the circumstances - that your christmas manages to be at least vaguelly good. Remember - we're NEARLY at the end of the year!

I probably won't be back now until next year, where a new arc will begin.

See you soon, and try to keep smiling - love Roxy