Felicia climbed her way out of the enclosure to the applause of many. She
sighed as Darkwing Duck jumped up beside her.
"Thank you, thank you. All in a day's work!" He said bowing and placing a hand over his heart in an attempt at being sentimental. Suddenly, a starch white crane waddled up to Fell, and shoved a microphone in her face.
"You just stood up to one of St. Canard's most evil supervillians! How do you feel?" Fell looked up and to her right as a large furry sound mike neared her. She sighed, and pushed past the badly dressed reporter, his sound and light crew, and his camera man. "Huh," Johnston said, and then turned to the camera. "Being a zoo manager must not be all it's cracked up to be." He said, dripping with fake sympathy. Fell decided not to grace that with a retort, and headed to her office. The rest of the employees were trying to clean out the zoo so she had a nice peaceful walk to her office. She quickly shoved her things in her gray side-pack, and headed towards the door, nearly running head-first into Trixie.
"Oh, sorry Trix." She said with a sigh. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I was just coming to make sure you were okay." Fell smiled kindly, young Trixie had been in foster care her entire life, and as soon as she'd hit the age of eighteen, she was kicked out onto the streets, and met up with Fell. She'd kind of looked up to her as an older sister, her only real friend. Fell nodded, and closed the door, locking it as she turned to the swan and put a kind paw on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, Trixie, I'm fine. I told you dolts he wouldn't do anything." She smiled, and the two walked towards the parking lot. Trixie chuckled.
"Yeah, Rose lost a bet." Fell laughed, and tossed her stuff into her beat up old Saturn.
"I'm not surprised." She smiled, and climbed into the car, rolling down the window as she closed the door. "Listen, Trix, why don't you relax a little. You've been really tense lately."
"Yeah, I know. It's this huge search for my parents, the agency still hasn't found anything, and I'm getting agitated." Fell nodded and started the engine.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Trixie. Have a good one."
"You too Fell." Felicia smiled and pulled out of the parking lot, her thoughts still on the swan. She felt so bad for her, out on her own at that young age, without any friends or family. She knew that if she wasn't so shy, she could easily make friends, but she was incredibly anti-social. As Fell pulled into a traffic light, she flicked on her radio.
"... to look forward too. We've just received late breaking news about the strange appearance of the supercharged supervillain Megavolt today at our fair city's biggest zoo. Our man Johnston is on the field. Johnston? What's the deal?" Fell let out a loud groan, Johnston was that stupid crane reporter at the zoo. She looked at her clock, it hadn't even been three hours yet, and the news was already crawling all over the story. Darkwing Duck hadn't helped much either, come to think of it, he'd made matters worse by getting fried like that. Fell had a strange feeling that if they'd just let Megavolt alone, he would have sat for a while, and then left without doing anything. Well, no, he might have taken a few of the light bulbs from the street lights on his way out, but nothing harsh like burning the hero of the city to a pile of smoldering duck flesh.
"Well, at exactly two thirty five this afternoon, the notorious cross- wired supervillain known as Megavolt, was seen at St. Canard's B.A.B.Z's very own giraffe enclosure. The brave manager of the zoo, Ms. Felicia Fuhr, entered the enclosure and negotiated with him. No sooner had he advanced, surely ready to rip the poor vixen limb from limb, our heroic hero Darkwing Duck, showed up to save the day. But no sooner had he-" Fell growled deep in her chest, and flicked off her radio, deciding to listen to her "Moulin Rogue" soundtrack the rest of the trip home.
"Thank you, thank you. All in a day's work!" He said bowing and placing a hand over his heart in an attempt at being sentimental. Suddenly, a starch white crane waddled up to Fell, and shoved a microphone in her face.
"You just stood up to one of St. Canard's most evil supervillians! How do you feel?" Fell looked up and to her right as a large furry sound mike neared her. She sighed, and pushed past the badly dressed reporter, his sound and light crew, and his camera man. "Huh," Johnston said, and then turned to the camera. "Being a zoo manager must not be all it's cracked up to be." He said, dripping with fake sympathy. Fell decided not to grace that with a retort, and headed to her office. The rest of the employees were trying to clean out the zoo so she had a nice peaceful walk to her office. She quickly shoved her things in her gray side-pack, and headed towards the door, nearly running head-first into Trixie.
"Oh, sorry Trix." She said with a sigh. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I was just coming to make sure you were okay." Fell smiled kindly, young Trixie had been in foster care her entire life, and as soon as she'd hit the age of eighteen, she was kicked out onto the streets, and met up with Fell. She'd kind of looked up to her as an older sister, her only real friend. Fell nodded, and closed the door, locking it as she turned to the swan and put a kind paw on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, Trixie, I'm fine. I told you dolts he wouldn't do anything." She smiled, and the two walked towards the parking lot. Trixie chuckled.
"Yeah, Rose lost a bet." Fell laughed, and tossed her stuff into her beat up old Saturn.
"I'm not surprised." She smiled, and climbed into the car, rolling down the window as she closed the door. "Listen, Trix, why don't you relax a little. You've been really tense lately."
"Yeah, I know. It's this huge search for my parents, the agency still hasn't found anything, and I'm getting agitated." Fell nodded and started the engine.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Trixie. Have a good one."
"You too Fell." Felicia smiled and pulled out of the parking lot, her thoughts still on the swan. She felt so bad for her, out on her own at that young age, without any friends or family. She knew that if she wasn't so shy, she could easily make friends, but she was incredibly anti-social. As Fell pulled into a traffic light, she flicked on her radio.
"... to look forward too. We've just received late breaking news about the strange appearance of the supercharged supervillain Megavolt today at our fair city's biggest zoo. Our man Johnston is on the field. Johnston? What's the deal?" Fell let out a loud groan, Johnston was that stupid crane reporter at the zoo. She looked at her clock, it hadn't even been three hours yet, and the news was already crawling all over the story. Darkwing Duck hadn't helped much either, come to think of it, he'd made matters worse by getting fried like that. Fell had a strange feeling that if they'd just let Megavolt alone, he would have sat for a while, and then left without doing anything. Well, no, he might have taken a few of the light bulbs from the street lights on his way out, but nothing harsh like burning the hero of the city to a pile of smoldering duck flesh.
"Well, at exactly two thirty five this afternoon, the notorious cross- wired supervillain known as Megavolt, was seen at St. Canard's B.A.B.Z's very own giraffe enclosure. The brave manager of the zoo, Ms. Felicia Fuhr, entered the enclosure and negotiated with him. No sooner had he advanced, surely ready to rip the poor vixen limb from limb, our heroic hero Darkwing Duck, showed up to save the day. But no sooner had he-" Fell growled deep in her chest, and flicked off her radio, deciding to listen to her "Moulin Rogue" soundtrack the rest of the trip home.
