It was a sunny, spring day in Duckburg. There had been a bad thunderstorm the night before, and there was evidence of that throughout the town. The ground, streets, and sidewalks were still wet, and puddles scattered across the ground. A couple of trees had even been knocked over by the force of the wind and rain. However, the new day brought calm weather and an opportunity for the people to clear away the debris and make repairs.
Inside the bank, the weather made little difference. People walked in, performing various transactions, deposits, and withdrawals, while the tellers moved things along smoothly.
"Alright! This is a stick-up!" someone suddenly shouted after the doors flew open. Three of the Beagle Boys, a family who were among some of the most notorious criminals in Duckburg, quickly invaded the building, waving guns around. "Everybody get down, and no funny business!"
All the customers got down on the floor, and the Beagle Boys approached a teller and shoved a bag in their face. "Put the money in the bag!" Big Time shouted.
The teller began putting cash in the bag, but this didn't go on for long before the front doors of the bank flew open once again. Gizmoduck, Duckburg's own superhero, quickly wheeled in. "Halt! In the name of the law!"
"Gizmoduck!" people cried out, relieved, while the Beagle Boys shouted, nervously.
"Yes, it is I, Gizmoduck, dispenser of justice! I thought you criminals learned your lesson after last time!"
"Aw, I ain't scared of no hunk of metal!" Bouncer aimed his gun at Gizmoduck.
"Look out!"
A woman who had been one of the ones unfortunate enough to be in the bank at that time got up and pushed Gizmoduck out of the way as Bouncer fired. Startled, Gizmoduck was knocked over. He made eye contact with the woman for a split second before quickly getting in front of her. "Thank you, ma'am, but this suit is bulletproof!" he stated, proudly, using himself as a shield.
As quickly as it had begun, it ended. Gizmoduck tussled with and tied the Beagle Boys up, then the police arrived and took the criminals away. Gizmoduck spoke to the press and gave them his side of the story, plus some eyewitnesses gave their testimonies. After the police and the news left, the bank, and Duckburg itself, was quiet once more.
The day after the attempted bank robbery, Fenton Crackshell was in the supermarket, walking around and carrying a basket. His shoulders drooped, and he kept sighing, sadly. "Let's see...M'Ma wants the chocolate covered shortbread cookies, and...Gandra loved these." He stopped when he saw some chocolate chip cookies. "Everything reminds me of her. Why did she have to leave me?" he asked himself.
He picked up a package of cookies for his mother, then walked away out in front of a person pushing a shopping cart. "Hey, watch where you're- Oh, pardon me, ma'am," Fenton said, quickly changing his attitude when he saw he had nearly bumped into a woman. His eyes widened when he got a better look at her.
The woman wore a green sweater dress, black leggings, and black boots. She had curly brown hair and gray eyes. She pushed a shopping cart. "I'm so sorry," she told him. "I should have been more careful."
"No, no!" Fenton stammered. "I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"
"Not at all. Are you?"
"No!"
"Oh, you dropped your cookies," she told him, then reached down and picked them up. At the same time, Fenton also reached down. They brushed hands, nearly bumped heads, and apologized again.
"Here, you go," she said, handing him the package. After he said thanks, she began walking away. Fenton quickly got in front of her cart. "Wait! I've never seen you around here before. You new in town?"
"Uh, yeah," she replied, stopping suddenly.
"Welcome to Duckburg! Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Fenton Crackshell." He held out his hand.
She shook it. "Christine Waters."
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Waters. Say, how would you like a tour of Duckburg, since this is your first time here? I could show you all the best places, and we could even grab a bite to eat afterwards."
Christine paused and looked at him, strangely, as if she were trying to figure him out. "No, thank you," she answered. "I don't want to take up any of your time."
"I don't mind. I could use the company. How about we meet here tomorrow morning at 10?"
Bewildered, she answered, "Okay."
"Great! See you then!" Fenton walked away with a spring in his step and was in a completely different mood than he had been in only minutes before.
