"So, Ms. Whitefeather, let me get this straight," Trixie sighed, trying not to lose her patience in front of the huge chow officer. She and her dim witted mallard neighbors were trying to tell the cop the story. He didn't believe them. "One of your friends, Ms. Felicia Fuhr, is missing, and the other night when you left here, you were attacked by a huge.. thing.. that you thought was Felicia. Only when you got back to your apartment, it turned out not to be her, but to look like her. Then it attacked you, said it knew you, even though you don't know it, then it jumped out the window when these three id- mallards, showed up?" Trixie nodded slowly.

"I know..." She mumbled as the cop scoffed.

"Well, actually, I do believe you."

"What?" Trixie stood up, disbelieving. The cop smiled, and tossed a folder her way. She looked up at him with a questioning glance.

"The other night, this mutant was seen, rampaging around the city. A few stupid idiots managed to get close enough to take pictures. She sounds a lot like the thing you described."

"That's her!"

"Well, then, good." He pointed to her shoulders. "We'll need to take some DNA samples from your cuts there, so we can figure out who.. or should I say, what.. it is." Trixie looked up at the kindly smiling chow.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night!" The duo turned suddenly as a cloud of purple smoke billowed in from the door. "I am the one bulb on the rack of Christmas tree lights that won't light so that you get all frustrated. I am Darkwiiiiiinnnng Duuuck!"

"Yeah, and I'm LP!" Darkwing's partner mumbled through a beak-full of something. Trixie didn't want to ask.

"So, good citizen, what troubles you?" Darkwing said, taking Trixie's hand and kissing it. She blushed slightly. The chow cleared his throat.

"Well, Mr. Darkwing, it appears our villainous no-good-doer mutant from the other night attacked this poor girl after posing as a friend." The chow explained, tossing the folder at Darkwing, who fumbled to catch it.. and missed. The folder ended up in Launchpad's hands.

"Geez, what happened to her?" He muttered, scratching his head.

"Gimme that!" Darkwing yowled, jumping up and down trying desperately to take the folder from Launchpad. His partner reached down and gave it to him.

"There ya go, DW." He said, and licked his lips.

"Woah," The caped crusader mumbled.

"Woah is right." The chow offered.

"And you said this.. thing, posed as your friend?"

"Yes, as Felicia! She looks so much like her!"

"Yeah, she does," The officer said, pulling yet another file from his drawer, and tossing it to Darkwing, this time it managed to land on his fedora at least.

"WOAH! That's a striking resemblance," He mumbled, and rubbed his beak. "This could only mean one thing, cloning. And there is only one villain in all of St. Canard who would even dare try that!"

"Who's that DW?"

"Non-other that the perpetually fried sewer rat, Megavolt."