"OOooh, why do we have to take.. his car?" Megavolt whined from the back of the Liquidator's sedan.

"Because Bushy and Quackie don't have cars, and survey says: your car stinks." Megavolt was about to protest, when he shot forward over the seat into Reggie's lap as Licky stopped the car rather abruptly.

"What was that for-"

"I am the terror-"

"That flaps in the night. I am the rain on your Sunday picnic. I am DARKWING DUCK! WE KNOW!" The fearsome four shouted back at the baffled good- doer.

"Yeah..." A silence followed. "What are you four up to? It can't be good knowing the likes of you! I should just arres-"

"We're going to Maggie's.. uh.. performance, Lance." Mr. Banana Brain added cheerfully. Bushroot looked up.

"Yeah, she's in Sleeping Beauty!"

"Oh.. well then, I guess I'll let you g- who's that?" Darkwing said, cutting himself off and pointing to a small Indian in the front seat.

"That would be Little Running Gag." Megavolt shouted from the back as he and Bushroot finally managed to untangle themselves.

"Oh..." The mallard looked utterly baffled.

"Hey, Dipwing Dork, Maggie's show starts in fifteen minutes... can we please get going?" Bushroot whined, leaning towards the window.

"Oh, yeah yeah.. sure sure.." Darkwing waved them off.

"Who was that DW?"

"Oh, just the Fearsome Four."

"Oh." Launchpad stared after them. "Where are they off to?"

"Maggie's show."

"Oh.. that's nice.." He paused, and took a bite of his sandwich. "Who's Maggie?"

"Beats me."