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Episode Ten

The D-Star Mall


Kit awoke the next morning, feeling a little depressed as a result of his grieving from the previous day for everyone he knew that vanished along with his world. He sat up, stretched, letting out a huge yawn before getting out of bed.

Kit then realized that he was still wearing his P.E. clothes. "Aw man, I don't have anything to change into…Oh well, maybe Chris have something for me to wear " he said, as he walked over to the closet, opened it and saw that Chris had a dozen of the same French sky blue sweatshirts, all hanging on hangers. "Oh wow, so Chris isn't wearing the same thing everyday. He just has more than one of the same sweatshirt. I hope he doesn't mind if I borrow one." he then took one from its' hanger.

Kit emerged from Chris' bedroom, wearing Chris' sweatshirt. He found Chris sitting at the bar, eating a bowl of cereal. Baloo and Matthew were at the stove, fanning away at something that was smoking. Evidently, Matthew was attempting to teach Baloo how to make scrambled eggs on a modern electric stove. Somehow Baloo had managed to scorch the eggs, they were blacken and unfit to eat.

"Aw, I'm sorry, Matt!" Baloo coughed, still fanning away at the smoke. "I've ruined some perfectly good eggs."

"It's fine, Baloo. It's fine." Matthew said, trying to sound patient while also coughing and fanning the smoke. "You're just learning…" he checked the heat-adjusting dial. "Ah, here's the problem; you set it up too high. It should be on medium-low, not high."

Kit walked over to the stool next to Chris. "'Morning."

Chris looked over at him, munching on his cereal. "Hey, you're wearing my sweatshirt!" he said, sounding pleasantly surprised, as Kit sat down next to him.

"Yeah, it was either this or my P.E. clothes. You don't mind, do you?" Kit said, he then noticed that Chris was dressed differently today. He was wearing a blue T-shirt over a long sleeve French sky blue shirt. "I see you're dressed differently today."

"Huh?" Chris said, looking down at his outfit. "Oh yeah, I got the idea for this outfit from my friend Dewey."

"That's a neat style. I've never thought of wearing a short sleeve over a long sleeve before." Kit said as Chris passed him a bowl and a box of cereal. He then tugged the belly of the sweatshirt out. "You must be thinner than me, because this feels a little tight."

Chris picked at one of the sleeves of Kit's arm. "Nah, you're just wearing one of my old sweatshirts. I've been meaning to update my wardrobe."

"I guess I need to buy my own wardrobe ...but, I don't have any money…" Kit said, pulling his empty pockets inside out.

"Yeah, but we'll need to go to the mall for that." Chris said.

"Yes, I agree," Matthew said, approaching them. "By the way, Kit, this is for you." he said, withdrawing a card from his pocket and handing it to Kit.

"What's this?" Kit said, taking the card and examining it.

Chris looked over at the card. "Oh! That's a D-Mall gift card, you buy stuff from any stores in there with that. How much is on that card, Dad?"

"There's twelve hundred dollars on that card," Matthew said with a smile. "One hundred dollars for each birthdays and Christmases that I've missed."

"What?!" Kit yelped in shock, and now he was holding the card more carefully, like it was a piece of glass. "You're telling me that there's twelve hundred dollar in this thing?! As in one thousand and two hundred dollars?!"

"Yeah," Matthew confirmed.

"Hey, where's MY gift card?" Chris demanded, holding out his hand.

"Chris, you have had all twelve years of birthday and Christmas presents from me!" Matthew laughed.

Chris chuckled as he withdrew his hand. "Hey, you can't blame me for trying…"

Matthew chuckled as he ruffled Chris' hair. "I'm beginning to think you've been spending too much time with Louie."

A ringtone sounded and Kit was looking all around for the source of the sound. Chris took out his smartphone, and Kit stared at it as he realized that from the little flat device was where the sound was coming from.

"Speaking of the devil," Chris chuckled as he tapped on the screen with his thumb before holding it up to his ear. "Hey, Louie, how it's going? ...Yeah, I'm back now….YEAH! We did, he's right here next to me! ...I'm sure he'd like to meet you, too! We're planning to go to the mall today, so maybe we'll meet you there. ...Okay, I'll see ya then. Take care, man! Alright, bye!" He took the device away from his ear and tapped the screen again, ending the call.

Kit was staring at Chris as if he had grown two extra heads. "Chris…. What… in the world...is that thing?" he asked, pointing at the smartphone in Chris' hand.

"This?" Chris said, holding up his smartphone. "This is my smartphone."

Looking skeptical, Kit took the smartphone from Chris and examined it. "This is a PHONE? But... it's so… tiny and flat… and where's the dial?"

"Here, let me show you." Chris took his phone back and touched the Call app, causing the twelve dial buttons to appear on screen, from one to zero. "There, now you can dial any number."

Kit retook the phone from Chris and attempted to dial Higher for Hire's phone number, but he had trouble getting the numbers to work and also he kept getting the wrong numbers. The more he pressed the wrong number, the more furiously he jabbed his finger at the screen.

After a dozens of failed attempts, out of frustration, Kit shoved the phone back to Chris. "I hate this thing! It doesn't work right for me!"

"Aw, c'mon, Kit… You're just not used to it, that's all. It works fine. Here, see?" Chris said, dialing a number. "You just touch the numbers gently, you don't jab at them very hard like you were doing. I'm surprised my screen isn't cracked!"

"Chris…." Matthew said in a stern voice. "You and I had the same issues as him five years ago when we first came here, remember? You got so impatient with your first D-Phone, that you threw it out the window when you couldn't get it to do what you wanted."

"Yes, Dad…" Chris said, looking ashamed. "And then you gave me the spanking of a lifetime for breaking an expensive device…"

"The spanking of a—? I only swatted your tail section three times!" Matthew said, looking indigent at Chris' exaggeration.

"They're still very memorable..."

"Well, seeing as you never threw another phone since then, I'd say the spanking was a success, wouldn't you?"

"...Yeah..." Chris admitted reluctantly, not meeting his Dad's eyes and subconsciously rubbing his furry behind, as if he still felt the sting of that spanking.

Kit chuckled behind his hand, trying not to laugh at the mental image of Chris getting a spanking from their Dad.

"So, Kit," Matthew said, turning his attention to Kit. "I've cleared my schedule for the entire week to spend time with you. I can show you around and help you get your footing in this world. What would you like to do first?"

"Um….well... " said Kit uncertainly, he glanced down at the gift card he was holding. "...I guess I'd like to check out this…'mall' you and Chris mentioned. But first... what IS a mall?"

Matthew thought for a moment, trying to decide on the best way to describe the mall to a kid fresh out of the nineteen-thirties. "...It's like a marketplace, but it's inside a big building."

"A building full of stores and shops?" Kit asked.

"YEP! And it has an arcade and a food court!" Chris added, looking hyped at the thought of the arcade.

"What's an arcade?" Kit said, bemused.

Baloo's ears perked up at the sound of food court. "And what does this 'food court' serves?"

Chris froze at Kit's question. Then he dashed at Kit and put an arm around him "What's an ar—? Heh-heh-heh Oh, my dear brother... you have not lived until you've set foot in the world of video game consoles!" Turning to Baloo, he said. "The food court serves practically everything, so you may get to try new things you haven't tried before."

"Well, what are we waitin' for? Let's go!" Baloo said excitedly.

"Uh.." Matthew said, looking Baloo up and down before leaning closer to Kit and whispering: "Baloo's not going to hurt my wallet, is he?"

"Oh yeah, he will." Kit whispered back, nodding. "He will order everything on the menu."

Matthew cringed at Kit's confirmation, before sighing in resignation. He then stood up and withdrew his wallet to check its' contents. "I have a feeling I'm going to regret taking him out to eat…"

Kit turned back to Chris, he asked. "What are video games?"

"Um… I can't really put that into words, not without having to explain dozens of other things." Chris said, as he and Kit followed Matthew and Baloo out of the suite and downstairs and into the hangar below. "I guess you'll have to see it for yourself."

Matthew walked over to a thing that was covered by a big giant cloth. He gripped the cloth and pulled it away, revealing what look like a red race car with yellow lightning stickers on the sides.

"Wow, what's that?" Kit asked in awe, he had never seen a car as nice-looking as this one, much less a nice-looking race car.

"This," Matthew said, patting the roof of the car. "Is the McQueen car."

"Whoa, what a sweet ride you've got here, Matt." Baloo said in awe, leaning over the car and placing his hand on the passenger side window.

"Hands off!" Matthew snapped, slapping Baloo's hand. He then got out a bottle of Windex and a cloth, he sprayed on Baloo's handprint on the window and wiping it away, while Baloo rubbed the back of his hand with a look of slight resentment.

Chris patted Baloo's arm sympathetically. "Don't feel bad, Uncle Baloo. He doesn't even let me touch his car."

Matthew opened the passenger door and folded the seat, revealing the backseat. "Hop in," he said to Kit and Chris.

Kit and Chris climbed into the backseat, Kit looking all around the car's cockpit in awe. "Wow…" he said as Matthew put the passenger seat back into place. "I've never seen anything like this! This car's awesome!"

Baloo got into the passenger seat as Matthew walked around the car to the driver's side.

As Matthew inserted the key and started the engine, it roared like an actual race car and the radio started playing the song "Life is a Highway" by Rascal Flatts.

Baloo jumped, clearly startled. He did not expected music to blast off on him. "AAHH! What the—? You've got a radio in yer car?! And uh, oh baby, this song's got the beat!" he said, bobbing his head and snapping his fingers to the song.

"Well boys," Matthew said, putting on a pair of sunglasses, just to look cool. "Let's roll out!" he put the car into gear and the car shot out of the hangar at high speed. The car then squealed to a halt, Matthew pressed the button on a remote and the doors of the hangar closed behind.

"Oh man!" Baloo said, recovering from the sudden burst of speed and sudden halt, he was surprised that the seat belt did such a good job at holding him in place. "This baby got quite a kick, doesn't she?"

In the backseat, Kit leaned over to Chris.

"Chris, please tell me Dad is not about to drive like a maniac.." Kit said nervously.

"Um… y-you might wanna hold on to your seatbelt…" Chris said, gripping his own seat belt tightly.

"Alright, boys! Hold on to your hats!" Matthew cried as he put the pedal to the metal and sped out the hangar area. Kit and Baloo screamed as a the car sped down the road, dodging other cars without slowing down or stopping.

The McQueen car approached the speed of two hundred miles per hour as it neared the suburban neighborhood. A speed limit sign came into view, reading: Speed Limit: 20. And below the number were big handwritten words that read: "SLOW DOWN, MATTHEW!"

Matthew slammed on the brake, and the car screeched to a halt, and Baloo and Kit were surprised they were not thrown through the windshield as their seat belt locked, holding them in place.

Matthew took off his sunglasses, staring at the handwritten words with a scowl. "I know that handwriting… Alright, Peg, I'll slow down. I'll go REEEAL slow."

Baloo and Kit braced themselves for another burst of speed, but to their surprise, they were barely rolling along through the neighborhood. They were going so slow, that Kit felt he could outrun the car now. Soon, there was a long line of cars behind them, all honking at Matthew, yelling at him to go faster.

"Oh, I'm sorry, guys!" Matthew yelled back at them out of his window. "Peg told me to go real slow!"

A woman stormed out of a house in temper and marched to the pavement, stopping right next to her mailbox, facing them with an angry face and holding up a sign that read: "Don't be a moron, Matthew! Go FASTER."

Matthew grinned at her and saluted her and was about to speed up when the woman flipped her sign over. The other side read: "...within the speed limit…" to which, Matthew groaned and sped up to twenty miles per hour.

As they passed her, Kit looked back at her and then turned to Chris. "Who's that?"

"A woman you do NOT want to cross," Chris said, looking terrified at the thought of her. "Her name is Peg Pete. She's my friend, P.J.'s mom."

"What's so bad about her?" Kit asked. "I mean, I know ladies can be scary when they're mad. I see that all the time with Miss Cu... you know."

"Yeah," Chris said, reaching for Kit's hand and giving it a squeeze. "But P.J.'s mom takes this scary angry woman thing to a whole 'nother level. With a husband like Pete, she kinda have to. She can be real nice, too."

"Who's Pete?" Kit asked.

"You'll see him later at the mall." Chris said, he giggled and then whispered. "But I have a feeling Baloo is going to clean him out."

"...What…?" Kit said, not getting it.

"You'll see, old bro."

They drove through the neighborhood and up the road that led to a vast white castle with many turrets and towers with blue roof tiles on them. A flag waved on the top of every towers.

Baloo and Kit gazed in awe at the castle as they got closer and closer to it.

"Whoa… that's the mall?" Kit asked, gazing ahead at the castle. "It's huge!"

"Well, as it houses all our shops and stores, it kinda has to be." Matthew pointed out.

"Oh wow, I can't wait to see what's inside!" Kit said, gazing in awe at the mall as Matthew drove them into the mall's parking lot.

Matthew drove around the parking lot until he found a parking space and parked the car.

They all got out of the car, and Baloo and Kit stared up in awe at the huge castle towering over them like some monstrous building. The mere sight of it was almost overwhelming.

"Wow… how many stores and shops are there in here?" Kit asked, looking the castle up and down

"At least a hundred, I think." Chris said, looking thoughtful. "Not counting the food court."

"Wow, all of that under one roof? This is unreal!" Kit said, looking around with a look of awe on his face.

"Food court? Oh yeah, the food court!" Baloo asked, perking up. "Where is that? I wanna check that out!"

"We'll check it out later, Baloo," Matthew said, wanting to delay the pain in the wallet that was sure to come. "For now, let's let Kit explore some of the stores so he can buy things with his gift card."

They entered the mall through the front doors and Kit and Baloo were almost overwhelmed by sights. It was a beautiful high-ceiling long hall with shops and stores up and down the hall. And looking up, Kit could actually see the upper floors of stores and shops.

"Wow… so many stores. It's hard to decide which to visit first" Kit said, gazing all around.

"May I suggest Sunni's Wardrobe?" Chris said, gesturing to the said store. "You do need more clothes, so you wouldn't have to borrow my clothes anymore."

"Okay. Yeah, you're right, let's go." Kit said, leading the way to the store. He was greeted by a yellow girl bear who was the same height as him. When he saw her, he froze, staring at her.

"Hey, finally a new face!" the girl said, "Well, it's Chris' face. But with a darker fur color."

"M-M-Molly?" Kit said, staring at her with disbelieving eyes.

"Molly? Sorry, but I'm Sunni." the girl said. "You're Kit, right?"

"Y-yeah! Sorry, it's just that… you look like someone I knew." Kit said, bowing his head in sadness. Chris placed a comforting hand on Kit's shoulder.

"Oh…" Sunni said sympathetically, knowing by Kit's tone that he had just lost someone close to him, perhaps even his whole world. "I...I'm sorry."

"N-no, it's okay. It's not your fault." Kit said hastily, while trying to keep his emotions in check. "Uhm, I'd like to buy some clothes. I'm wearing my brother's clothes." he added, picking at the collar of his sweatshirt."

Sunni's face brightened up. "If it's clothes you want, you've come to the right place. Come, follow me!" Sunni grabbed Kit's arm and pulled him further into her shop, where she stood him onto a stage before three full length mirrors. "Now, let's begin!" she then took out a remote and pressed the button.

A wall popped up from the floor, hiding Kit from view, all that could be seen was his silhouette on the wall. Another press of the button and Kit yelped and cried out as robotic arms came down from the ceiling and stripped him naked, before dressing him in something else. Sunni pressed the button and the wall came down, revealing Kit in a yellow shirt with a black zigzag pattern.

Sunni stared at Kit with narrow eyes before saying "Nah, that's not your color. NEXT!"

Before Kit could say anything, the wall was back up again and the robotic arms took his shirt off of him and then dressed him in a new outfit. When the wall came down, Kit stood there in a cowboy outfit with a cow patterned vest, looking unnerved by this method of trying on clothes.

"Nope!"

Next thing Kit knew, he was wearing a red and black superhero costume, then a secret agent tuxedo, then an orange caveman's shirt, then a Darkwing Duck costume, then a space ranger suit, then a green Peter Pan costume, then a red wizard's robe, then an elementary school uniform, complete with a blue jacket, white-blue shorts, red shoes, a red bow tie and a pair of black frame glasses, then a yellow T-shirt with a single red stripe near the bottom of the shirt, and finally, an English detective costume, all the while Sunni kept saying "Nope!" in between change of clothes.

"STOP! STOP!" Kit yelled, fighting the robotic hands as it attempted to strip him again.

Sunni turned everything off and the wall came down again, revealing Kit, wearing a pink T-shirt with a pink cap. He took off the pink cap and replaced it with his own blue baseball cap.

"C-can I please just look around for something I like?" Kit asked with a pleading look on his face. "I hate being repeatedly stripped and dressed over and over."

"Sure! Go ahead." Sunni said, putting away her remote.

Kit walked around and browsed through the store. Finding something he liked, he went into the dressing room.

Chris, Matthew and Baloo waited outside the dressing room, as Kit took off his dreadful pink shirt and put on his new outfit. Kit emerged from the dressing room, wearing a long sleeve olive green shirt with two white stripes on each of the upper sleeves. He also wore a green sleeveless jacket zipped up over his shirt.

"Well? How do I look?" Kit asked, turning around in a full circle on the spot, showing them his back and front.

"You look cool!" Chris said.

"Nice, it suits you." Matthew said, giving Kit an approving thumb-up.

"Yeah, Lil' Britches," Baloo said. "It looks great on you, but this is gonna take some gettin' used to. I'm so used to your old sweatshirt look..."

"Don't worry, Papa Bear. I won't change too much," Kit assured him. "Look, I'll keep this old hat you gave me." he said, pointing at the blue baseball cap with a red brim on his head, to which, Baloo smiled proudly. Kit was still his boy.

Chris and Matthew had to talk a clueless Kit through paying for his items by swiping his gift card on the payment terminal and then type in the amount he was required to pay.

After about ten minutes, Kit stepped out of Sunni's Wardrobe, carrying two shopping bags. One bag contained five extra sets of the same outfit he was currently wearing. The other bag contained multiple different outfits. All in all, Kit had spent one hundred dollars on clothes using his gift card. Chris had to show him how to swipe it though.

"Well that's my clothes bought. What's next?" Kit asked as he took one step out of the shop.

"WATCH OUT!" Chris yelled, grabbing Kit by the shoulders and yanking him back into the shop as a dozen different colored giant balls went rolling pass the shop.

"Phew! Thanks, Chris," Kit said with a grateful smile, then he stuck his head out of the shop to watch the multi-colored balls go. "What are those things?"

"They're Terra-Firmians." Chris replied.

"Terra-what?"

"Terra-Fimians," Chris repeated. "They normally live underground, sometimes in abandoned subway tunnels. Uncle Scrooge recruited them to work in the mall. You see, we don't really have enough people to run all the shops and stores in this place. So Uncle Scrooge got us these Terra-Fimians to run all the rest of the stores."

Kit could think of nothing to say, except: "What's a subway?"

"Underground train station." Chris said as they all left the shop.

"Under—? How on earth do you put an entire train underground?" Baloo asked from behind the two cubs.

Chris shrugged. "I dunno, lots of digging and tunneling. I guess." he said, not sure how to explain any further than that.

"Perhaps we can explain subways another time," Matthew suggested. "So, Kit, where to next?"

"Oh, Kit, you gotta shop at Gimzo-Tech! They have all the best computers and phones." Chris said excitedly, grabbing Kit's arm and pulling him towards the electronic shop."

"Chris..." Matthew said sternly, and Chris froze at his Dad's tone. "You aren't thinking of taking advantage of Kit and getting him to buy that new laptop that YOU wanted with HIS money, are you?"

Chris looked sheepish and then he tried to look deeply hurt by Matthew's accusation. "What..? No… no, of course not." but unable to help himself, he added in a whisper to Kit: "But you do need a phone, so let's go get you a phone!"

"But what would I need a—WAH"! Kit started to say, but ended in a yelp as Chris yanked him towards the Gizmo-Tech place.

"Chris, NO!" Matthew yelled, he dashed over to them, slapped Chris' hand so he'd let go of Kit and then swatted Chris' rear end, causing him to yelp with shock. Matthew glared down at Chris. "Young man, we need to talk," he said, grabbing Chris' ear and pulling him over to a photo booth.

"Ow, ow, ow! Dad, that's my ear! It hurts!" Chris whined on the way there.

"What were you thinking?!" Matthew hissed, once they were inside the photo booth with the curtain closed. "You wanna overwhelm and overload your brother? He's not ready to be surrounded by so many computers and other devices at once! Don't you remember how he just reacted to our kitchen?! How do you think he'd be in there?"

"Gee, Daddy. I'm sorry…" Chris sniffed, tears started sliding down his cheek. "I just didn't think…"

"That..." said Matthew. "Is obvious. We need to take things slow with those two, we need to start small and then work our way up to the laptop or other devices."

"This from the guy who loves going two hundred miles per hour…" Chris muttered under his breath.

Kit and Baloo stood outside Sunni's Wardrobe, watching the photo booth with a confused look on their faces. Kit also felt bad, feeling that he had somehow got his little brother in trouble. He knew he had done nothing wrong, but he still felt like it was his fault Chris got in trouble.

"Are you followin' any of this, Lil Britches?" Baloo asked. "What's going on?"

"Mm-mmm-mm," Kit said with a shrug, saying 'I dunno' through his closed lips

Matthew and Chris emerged from the photo booth, Chris was very subdued, looking like he was about to cry, absentmindedly rubbing his rear where his Dad had swatted him.

"Sorry about that," Matthew said. "Chris nearly exposed you to too much at once. And he's very sorry, aren't you, son?"

"Yeah… I'm sorry…" Chris mumbled, looking down at his feet in shame, making Kit feel even worse for his brother.

"So, where to next?" Matthew asked. "I know this antique shop that sells stuff from our era, if you wanna check that out…"

"Actually, Dad, I think I'm done for today. We can head back home." Kit said, not really in the mood for shopping now that he was feeling bad for Chris.

"But Kit..." Baloo whined, looking so disappointed. "What about the food court? I was really looking forward to that!"

"We can check it out another time, Papa Bear," Kit said. "Now please, let's just go…" he said, trying not to look at Chris and make himself feel even worse.

Baloo slumped his shoulders. "Alright, Lil Britches. We'll check it out next time…"

As they walked towards the exit, Kit noticed a masked duck in a corner by himself. He sat behind a table littered with photos of himself in various different poses, but no one was paying any attention to him, walking past him, either because they already have one or they don't want one.

"Who's that?" Kit asked, pointing at the depressed-looking masked duck.

"Ah, that's just some washed-up, has-been hero trying to get attention." Chris said in a sad little voice, obviously still affected by his Dad scolding him. "Sure he can be heroic at times, but his attention-seeking habits had gotten old really fast."

"I feel sorry for him. I'll go buy an autograph." Kit said, he walked over to the Masked Mallard. "Excuse me, I'd like an autograph..."

Darkwing perked up at that. "You would?! I-I mean, of course you would! No kid can resist an autograph from St Canard's finest crime fighter!" he then disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke. "I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the bane of all evil doers! I am...DARKWINGGGGG DUCK!" he burst out of his smoke, striking a pose that spread his cape like wings. "And now I will sign... uh, kid? Where'd you go?" he said, looking around, for Kit had disappeared.

"I'm here." Kit said, emerging from under the table.

"What were you doing down there, kid?" Darkwing asked, bemused.

"You said DUCK. I thought you meant get down!"" Kit explained, which caused Chris to laugh behind his hand, momentarily forgetting his Dad's scolding.

Darkwing stared at Kit, his hat drooped and his shoulders slumped. "No... no, that's my name, Darkwing Duck..."

"I-I'm sorry, I'm new here and—" Kit stammered.

Darkwing sighed. "It's alright, kid..." he said, taking his seat behind the table and grabbing a photo, preparing to sign it. "Who should I make this out to?"

"Kit, sir. Kit Cloudkicker."

"Alrighty, Kid." Darkwing said, signing a photo of himself and handing it to him. "Here you are, that'll be fifty cents."

Kit took the autographed photo and then got his gift card out. "Okay, I think I remember how to do this…" he then looked at the price sign. He saw that the original price started out as being ten dollars, prices were crossed out and a lower price was added beneath the last until it was down to fifty cents, showing how desperate Darkwing was to hand out autographs. Feeling even more sorry for the Masked Mallard, Kit swiped his gift card on the payment terminal that sat on the table next to the photos. He had to do it twice in a row because with first his attempt, his card was backwards, and when he swiped his card the right way, he then typed in the amount he wanted to give Darkwing, ten dollars for his autograph and said: "Keep the change." before walking away with Chris.

Darkwing's face lit up as he watched Kit go. Kit had clearly made his day! He then looked puzzled, scratching his head. "Change? Who gives change from a gift card payment? Oh well, sweet kid, though," he said as he watched them go.

As they walked towards the next shop, Chris glanced at the photo Kit was holding and read the writing upon it. "Hey, Kit, he misspelled your name."

"Huh?" Kit said, reading the writing. It said: Kid, chase your dreams and dare to dream big! —Your favorite crime fighter, Darkwing Duck. "Heh, I only just met him and he thinks he's my favorite..."

They all left the mall and walked towards the car with Chris lagging behind the others. Kit noticed this and hung back to allow Chris to catch up with him, then he walked side-by-side with Chris.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Kit said, putting an arm around Chris' shoulder, which was made difficult due to the shopping bag dangling from it.

"What for?" Chris asked perplexed, looking up at Kit.

"I just... feel like it's all my fault you got in trouble with Dad." Kit said. "I didn't mean to get you in trouble."

"Whaat? Kit, no. It was all me! I got me in trouble." Chris said, surprised at Kit for blaming himself for him getting in trouble. He then stopped walking and hugged Kit. "You didn't do anything wrong, so please don't feel bad for me. I deserved it anyway."

"Yeah, well…" Kit said, hugging Chris back. "I still hate seeing you so sad."

Chris smiled weakly. "I'll try not to be sad around you."

"Just try not to keep it all bottled up inside." Kit advised as they walked on towards the car.

One wild car ride later, they found themselves back at the hangar. Kit and Chris both got out and kissed the ground, so thankful the ride was over.

"I don't think I can ever get used to Dad's driving." Kit gasped.

"Hey, how do you think I feel? I had to put up with it for years and I'm STILL not used to it." Chris said as he panted and gasped for air.

"Aw c'mon, boys. You're exaggerating," Matthew said as he got out of the car. "My driving's A-plus!"

"Oh, yeah? Try telling that to Baloo," Kit said, jerking a thumb towards the front passenger seat, where Baloo sat frozen, staring blankly ahead with his mouth open in a silent scream, his face as white as a sheet.

"Baloo? Baloo!" Matthew said, opening Baloo's door, placing a hand on Baloo's shoulder and shook him. "Are you okay?"

Baloo, with his face still frozen in this silent scream, stiffly turned his head to look at Matthew and gave a shrill whistle of a scream. It sounded Baloo had lost his voice somewhere along the way.

"Oh my gosh, Baloo! I'm so sorry." Matthew said, pulling Baloo from the car and helping him to stand. "Just stand still for a moment, I'm sure your voice will eventually catch up with you."

"DAD!" Chris shouted. "Now is not the time for that line of speed humor!"

Baloo tried to speak, judging from his expression, he was trying to yell at Matthew with angry words, but all that came out was a series of squeaks that sounded like a broken squeaky toy.

Matthew sighed. "Well, get back in the car, Baloo. I gotta take you to Morgana."

Baloo scrambled away from the car, as though it was a death trap and shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide in fear.

"I'm surprised I'm not acting like Baloo right now..." Chris commented.

Matthew sighed again. "Okay, okay, get in the plane, Baloo. I'll fly you there instead."

Baloo, looking very happy, nodded vigorously and then ran towards the McQueen.

"Seems weird taking the plane for a ten-minutes trip, but oh well…" Matthew said as he followed Baloo to the McQueen.

The McQueen rolled out of the hangar before taking off, only to land somewhere a dozen or so miles away.

Back at the hangar, Kit turned to Chris. "Who's Morgana?" he asked.

Chris took out his smartphone and began thumbing through his picture gallery. When he found the picture he wanted, he held the phone up to show Kit.

"Morgana Macawber, Transylvanian sorceress, and love interest of Darkwing Duck." Chris said. "Now she's our main nurse."

"She looks more like the Bride of Frankenstein, if you ask me." Kit said, giving Morgana's picture a weird look. "Think she'll be able to fix Baloo's voice?"

"Of course she can, there's no question about it!" Chris said with absolutely no doubt in his voice. "It pays to have a sorceress for a nurse. One time, my friend Dewey got a little too daring and walked into a trap that turned him into a mouse. Miss Morgana was able to turn him back to normal."

"Wow, sounds like you got some, um, interesting friends." Kit said. "I'd like to meet them sometime."

"Well, let's go now!" Chris said, grabbing Kit's wrist and leading him out of the hangar.

"Go where?" Kit asked, bemused.

"To meet my friends, of course!"

Before Kit knew it, he and Chris stood before a set of golden gates. A manor house stood a way beyond the gates.

"Chris, what is this place?" Kit said in awe of the house. "Whoever owns this place must be loaded!"

"This is my Uncle Scrooge's place." Chris said. "He's not really my uncle, but he is the best godfather a kid could ask for! I'm friends with his grandnephews. Since they always called him Uncle Scrooge, I started to do the same and I've been calling him that ever since."

"So, this is your godfather's house? How do we get in?" Kit asked, taking a bar of the gate in his hand.

"Easy, watch." Chris said, he pressed the call button on the intercom panel."Hi, Mrs. Beakley! Could you please open up? I'd like to meet my brother, Kit!"

"Of course, dear, come in." a voice responded from the intercom, and just like that, the gate opened, startling Kit, who had never before seen a set of gates open seemingly by themselves.

"C'mon, Kit!" Chris said excitedly, grabbing Kit's hand and pulling him up the drive towards the front door. He knocked three times on the door and only had to wait three seconds before the door opened and there stood Mrs. Beakley.

Kit's first impression of Mrs. Beakley was that this was not someone he'd want to cross and that was saying something, since he'd already crossed the likes Don Karnage. She wore a purple jacket and white apron, she also wore thick black frame glasses. Her face read no nonsense and strictness, but she also seemed to have a soft spot for Chris, as she smiled warmly down at him.

"Mrs. Beakley!" Chris cried joyfully, hugging Mrs. Beakley around the waist.

"Well, hello there, Chris," Mrs. Beakley said, enfolding Chris in her arms. "I see that you're cosplaying Dewey again."

"Nah, I'm not cosplaying him. I just really like this style, that's all." Chris said before going back to Kit's side. "Mrs. Beakley," he said, taking Kit's hand and pulling him closer to Mrs. Beakley. "I'd like you to meet my brother, Kit Cloudkicker!"

"Hm," Mrs. Beakley said, looking Kit up and down. "Looks more like your father than you." she observed. But then she smiled and held out a hand to Kit. "Nice to finally meet you, Kit. I am Bentina Beakley, Mr. McDuck's housekeeper slash bodyguard and NOT secretary!"

"Uh… okay…?" Kit said, not sure what else to say to that last part.

"Where's Webby? I'd like to introduce her to Kit!" Chris said, looking around for her.

"Oh, you know my Webby. She could be anywhere in this house and could pop out at you when you least expect it."

"Well, let's just hope she doesn't scare Kit." Chris said, before getting behind Kit and pushing him further into the house. "C'mon Kit!"

As they walked through the house, Kit was a little overwhelmed by the sight of the home of the richest duck in the D-Star. There was a giant portrait of Scrooge McDuck in a bowler hat. On the mantle above the fireplace was a bowl of apples with diamonds in them.

"Is that your Uncle Scrooge?" Kit asked, pointing to the portrait, and then he pointed to the bowl of fruits. "Are those REAL diamonds?!"

"To answer both of your questions in one word, yes." Chris said, heading to stairs leading up to the long hall of bedrooms and bathrooms.

As Chris was halfway up the stairs, Kit put his foot on the first step, still staring around, wishing he had eight more eyes, trying to look at everything at once. Suddenly a whip wrapped around Kit's torso, pinning his arms to his sides.

"CHRIS!" Kit yelped as he was yanked to the floor and dragged across the floor and out of sight.

"KIT!" Chris yelled, he jumped onto the handrail and slid down it, cartwheeling off the rail and onto the floor. "Kit? Kit, where are you?" he called out, but Kit was nowhere to be seen. "Webby? Webby! Don't scare him too bad, he's my brother!" Chris yelled as he ran through the house, trying every door in the process. "Webby!"

Kit suddenly found himself hanging upside down in a spotlight in what he assumed was the basement. He then noticed a small dark figure darting around him.

"Who are you, you poorly-made Chris clone?" the dark figure demanded. "Who sent you? Ma Beagle? Magica De Spell? Glomgold? ANSWER ME!"

Kit screamed loudly and the basement door was kicked opened and the light came on, revealing the dark figure to be a duck girl, and Chris stood on top of the stairs, looking down on them.

"Webby, you've caught my brother and I'd like him back, please." Chris said with a bored face.

"Your brother?" the girl then gasped. "Oh my gosh! I finally get to meet your brother!" she then grabbed a dagger and cut the rope holding Kit from the ceiling.

As Chris came down the stairs, he waved his hand, causing Kit to freeze in mid-fall, he then swirled his hand, turning Kit rightside up and lowered him gently to the floor.

Kit scrambled away from Webby and hid behind Chris, just as he reached the end of the stairs.

"Who is this crazy girl?" Kit asked as he hid behind Chris' back.

"Kit, this is Webby Vanderquack," Chris said, pulling Kit out from behind his back and pushed him towards Webby. "Webby, meet my brother, Kit Cloudkicker."

"Hi," Webby said brightly, holding out her hand to Kit. "I can't believe I'm finally meeting Chris' long-lost brother!"

"Um... " Kit said, reluctantly taking her hand and shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Webby…"

After the handshake, Webby looked overawed as she gazed at her hand with stars in her eyes. "I'm never washing this hand again!"

"Erm...you should really wash your hand." Kit said. "I'm nothing special, just a regular old kid."

"A regular old kid? HA!" Webby laughed. "You're a Cloudkicker, your family is amazing and therefore, YOU'RE amazing!" she paused and then asked: "You...CAN cloudsurf, right?

"Uh, yeah, I can." Kit said, looking unsure of his safety around this girl. She was loud and excitable, and she had already hung him upside down!

"Oh my gosh! You must show me!" Webby cried excitedly. "I'll go get Launchpad! I'll be right back!" she then left the room via hidden door in the ceiling.

"C'mon, let's get outta here before she comes back." Chris said with a hand on Kit's shoulder.

"Huh? W-why?" Kit asked.

"Trust me, you don't wanna to get on a plane with Launchpad. Now let's go!" Chris said, pulling Kit up the stairs and out of the basement.

As they came out of the basement and closed the door behind them, they walked down the hall and from around the corner, a duck boy in a green hoodie ran and bumped right into Chris. Both boys fell onto their rear ends.

"Sorry, I—Chris?!" the duck boy said in surprise.

"Hi, Louie." Chris said, standing up and brushing himself off.

"CHRIS!" Louie cried happily, dashing at Chris and hugging him very tightly, Chris hugged him back and then they broke apart and exchanged high-fives, fist bumps and then ended it with a cool back-to-back pose. "Chris, my main man! Welcome back! How was— Who's this?" he asked, noticing Kit.

"Louie, my man," Chris said, putting an arm around Kit's shoulders. "This is my brother, Kit. Kit, this is my friend, Louie."

"So, the long-lost brother finally showed himself, and uh..." Louie said, looking Kit up and down. "That's a cool outfit you've got on." he held out a hand to Kit. "I'm Louie Duck."

"Duck is your name, right? You're not telling me to dodge something, are you?" Kit asked with a smile, and he shook Louie's hand. "I'm Kit, Kit Cloudkicker."

Louie looked bemused while Chris laughed behind his hand.

"He met D.W. at the mall," Chris explained, "he ducked under the table when D.W. said his name."

"Oh!" Louie laughed, now understanding why Chris was laughing. "I was gonna meet you at the mall, but Uncle Donald made me help him reprint the houseboat… So, wanna play video games?"

"I would, but we'd have to explain video games to Kit," Chris said, jerking a thumb towards Kit.

Louie looked at Kit and studied him for a moment. "It's a computer thingy you play games on," Louie said to Kit.

"Okay, now you'll have to explain what a computer is." Chris grinned.

Louie groaned. "But that would take, like, FOREVER!"

"Welcome to my world." Chris said, putting an arm around Louie's shoulder.

"So, what IS a computer?" Kit asked, looking from Louie to Chris and back again.

"It's….a device that stores information and data." Chris said slowly, while trying to put a computer into words Kit would understand. "Basically, the computer replaced the typewriter, only instead of typing everything on paper, what you write is stored in the computer until you are ready to print it. You can also watch videos and play games on the computer."

"Ohh, I feel like this is too much to take in…" Kit groaned, massaging his head.

Chris gave Kit a sympathetic look, before turning back to Louie. "Maybe we could play another time. I don't think Kit is ready for our kind of fun yet. I may have to start him off with one of the oldest video games—the original D-tari Ping Pong."

"Whaaat?! Chris, he'll get bored of that game in less than five minutes!" Louie said. "It's the most boring game ever made!"

"If he gets bored of it, I'll work my way up the video game ladder and show him better and better games." Chris said with a shrug.

"Just be careful not to make him addicted to video games," said a voice behind them, making them jump. "Welcome back, Chris. I see you're dressed like Dewey."

Kit turned to see a duck in a red t-shirt and hat.

"HUEY!" Chris cried happily, running to embrace him. They hugged and then Chris pointed Kit out to Huey."Huey, this is my brother, Kit. Kit, meet Huey Duck."

"Your brother? Awesome!" Huey said, he approached Kit and held out a hand. "Nice to finally meet you. You know, every time Chris goes out with your Dad, he's always saying "we'll find him this time for sure!"

"Yeah, and every time he comes back empty-handed, we're the ones who have to cheer him up!" Louie added.

"And that is why you guys are my best friends." Chris said with a grateful smile.

Kit smiled, he was happy for Chris having such good friends. But then, he thought of all of his friends… friends he left behind...tears began to flow before he could stop them. And, not wanting to ruin this moment of reunion for Chris, he quietly slipped away and disappeared.


Author's Note:

Hope everyone is enjoying this series so far.

If you want to see what Kit and Chris looks like in their new clothes, go to my profile on deviantart under the username KitCloudkicker52885, you will find the picture under the title "Kit and Chris' New Clothes"

Please consider this episode an early Christmas present! Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. The next episode will come sometime in January. So, see ya next year!

Special thanks to my editor, Cyclone Blaze for helping me with the editing process as well as his suggestions on how to describe things better. Cyclone Blaze, gracias, amigo!