"Ok... so..... are we gonna just burst in, or do we
need a plan, Stan?" Mr. Banana Brain chided gleefully. The rest of the
Fearsome Four groaned.
"I say we do it the old fashioned way!" The Liquidator said, giving QuackerJack a playful punch on the shoulder.
"Good idea.." Bushroot said, jerking a thumb behind them. "Because here comes SHUSH."
"Oh, fantastic." Megavolt turned as the group ran into the jail. "Prepare to meet thy doom! Thou SHUSHy people!" He cried dramatically.
"Must you?" Bushroot mumbled, dragging Megavolt into the jail as he shot bolts at the SHUSH cars.
"Oh, I must.. I must."
"Ok! Listen up, this is a stick up.." The Liquidator tapped QuackerJack's shoulder.
"Rave rants, only time to say those lines, is during a real stick up..."
"Oh, well then... IT'S PLAYTIME!" Quackie yelled, and the Fearsome Four started to act like a team.. for once. QuackerJack proceeded to round everyone up into a corner, and surrounded them with millions of tiny, chattering teeth. Bushroot jumped onto the counter, and waved some of the potted plants towards the doors, where they latched onto the handles, and held them shut fernly.. er.. I mean firmly. The Liquidator followed Megavolt over to the monitors.
"Now.. if I just cross this.. and.." The bubbling canine backed up as Megavolt jerked with a small jolt of electricity. "There." They looked at the screen.
"Sheesh... Talk about your fixer upper.." On the monitor was the vixen/lion creature. She was sprawled out on the floor of a padded cell, looking.. well, a bit ragged.
"Wow..." Bushroot mumbled, peering over their shoulders. "She doesn't look good at all." Megavolt shook his head.
"What is she, some type of mutant?" QuackerJack giggled, sitting up- side-down on the counter and making faces.
"Hey, you say that like it's a bad thing..." Bushroot sighed.
"Well, would you wish that kind of life on anybody?"
"NO! Never..." Megavolt suddenly snapped the wires. The four looked at him.
"She's in room 328, let's go." They decided not to ask, and followed him down the corridors. They would have reached her in a few minutes, except that they had to stop at every security camera, and pull QuackerJack and Mr. Banana Brain away from making stupid faces.
"I hate locks.." Mumbled Reggie as he struggled with leafy hands to open the door. Megavolt groaned.
"I'm going to need a major recharge after this." He took hold of the lock, and the group watched in confusion as he convulsed, and was tossed backwards. "Ooooooooh." He sat up, and rubbed his head.
"What?"
"What's the matter, Sparky?"
"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" Bushroot helped Megavolt to his feet. "It was charged Negative.. I thought it was positive.."
"Oh?" The Liquidator looked at QuackerJack in confusion. He shrugged.
"Lemme try again.." He walked back up to the door, and this time the seam along the cell lit up with bolts, and then sizzled as the four ripped down the door, jumping out of the way as it came cascading down.
"Ok.. now what, Tut?" Mr. Banana Brain chuckled as the four walked into the cell, and surrounded the sleeping.. thing.
"Um.."
"Er..."
"I guess we could just carry her out?"
"Oh yeah, that's a great idea Licky.."
"Well no-one else was saying anything!"
"HEY! I have an idea..." Bushroot said quietly.
"Ok, shoot, root." Mr. Banana Brain, of course. Bushroot wondered into the hall, and the group watched as his eyes fluttered shut. Megavolt and QuackerJack exchanged confused shrugs. Suddenly, a small rumbling sound was heard, and about five, small, potted trees thumped down the hallway.
"They can carry her out.. We can walk around them, ya know.. keep them safe?" Bushroot said gleefully as the trees assembled themselves in front of him.
"Oh.."
"Good idea." The three left the room as the plants bounced in. They reached forward with their roots and picked up the hybrid, concealing her in many different shades and hues of green as a proud Bushroot watched from the hall.
"Well, that was almost too easy.." QuackerJack laughed as he bounded back into the main room ahead of the others. Megavolt and Licky followed, followed by Bushroot and his plants.
"Yeah... much too easy...." The Liquidator said, looking around suspiciously. Suddenly, and oddly right on cue, a big cloud of purple smoke billowed into the jail.
"Awww man.."
"I am the ter-"
"JUST GET ON WITH IT!" The fearsome four cried, Licky's form boiling, Bushroot tugging at his pedals, QuackerJack jumping up and down, and Megavolt's hat sparking. Darkwing Duck appeared in the clearing air, his arms crossed over his chest, and looking very displeased.
"Fine, fine. Be that way then."
"Yes, and shake in the presence of... QUIVERWING QUACK!" A small duck cried, leaping out from behind Darkwing. A second or two of silence.. then the fearsome four burst into laughter.
"Quiverwing Quack? More like QuiverING Quack!" Megavolt cried, lifting his gun and aiming.
"I think you want to add a W in there someplace, Sparky." She cried as she and Darkwing tossed a huge bucket of liquid into the air.
"AH!" The villains all screamed, and tried to run, only to be soaked to the core in the strangely colored liquid. Megavolt convulsed for a long time, before finally shorting out, and curling up in pain. QuackerJack's toys zapped, hissed and smoked as they malfunctioned. He shook his dripping hat. Bushroot began to cough and gag, and turn a nasty gray-green color. The Liquidator began to harden, and hiss.
"What was that!?" QuackerJack cried, the only one of the four to actually be able to speak at the moment.
"Well, that just happened to be a little concoction we like to call: Fearsome Foursome Remover.. or FFR." Launchpad said, smiling.
"What was in it?" The jester quacked, helping Bushroot up.
"Ooooh, weed killer, cement mix and H20." The small fry Quiverwing Quack said gleefully slapping Launchpad a high-five.
"Very nice young lady, now.. Launchpad, take her home."
"Aww, but dad!!"
"No buts missy!" Bushroot coughed, and stood, raising his arms.
"Get 'em boys!" He managed to wheeze, sending the hanging plants to the ground. They advanced on the trio, and managed to pin them all to the wall under vines.
"And the award for best thought-out move goes to Bushroot!" The Liquidator said, managing to work a little of the mix out of his system.
"Good, now, let's get out of here!" QuackerJack cried as the SHUSH agents finally battered down the door.
"Good idea..." The Liquidator picked up Megavolt, tossing him over his shoulder. Bushroot ran over to his captives, and tore Darkwing's stupid gas gun from his holster, and tossed it into a window, shattering the glass.
"How convenient, a get-away door!" Cried the Liquidator as he took off, followed by the plants carrying the girl, Bushroot, and QuackerJack.... who was carrying Little Running Gag.
"I say we do it the old fashioned way!" The Liquidator said, giving QuackerJack a playful punch on the shoulder.
"Good idea.." Bushroot said, jerking a thumb behind them. "Because here comes SHUSH."
"Oh, fantastic." Megavolt turned as the group ran into the jail. "Prepare to meet thy doom! Thou SHUSHy people!" He cried dramatically.
"Must you?" Bushroot mumbled, dragging Megavolt into the jail as he shot bolts at the SHUSH cars.
"Oh, I must.. I must."
"Ok! Listen up, this is a stick up.." The Liquidator tapped QuackerJack's shoulder.
"Rave rants, only time to say those lines, is during a real stick up..."
"Oh, well then... IT'S PLAYTIME!" Quackie yelled, and the Fearsome Four started to act like a team.. for once. QuackerJack proceeded to round everyone up into a corner, and surrounded them with millions of tiny, chattering teeth. Bushroot jumped onto the counter, and waved some of the potted plants towards the doors, where they latched onto the handles, and held them shut fernly.. er.. I mean firmly. The Liquidator followed Megavolt over to the monitors.
"Now.. if I just cross this.. and.." The bubbling canine backed up as Megavolt jerked with a small jolt of electricity. "There." They looked at the screen.
"Sheesh... Talk about your fixer upper.." On the monitor was the vixen/lion creature. She was sprawled out on the floor of a padded cell, looking.. well, a bit ragged.
"Wow..." Bushroot mumbled, peering over their shoulders. "She doesn't look good at all." Megavolt shook his head.
"What is she, some type of mutant?" QuackerJack giggled, sitting up- side-down on the counter and making faces.
"Hey, you say that like it's a bad thing..." Bushroot sighed.
"Well, would you wish that kind of life on anybody?"
"NO! Never..." Megavolt suddenly snapped the wires. The four looked at him.
"She's in room 328, let's go." They decided not to ask, and followed him down the corridors. They would have reached her in a few minutes, except that they had to stop at every security camera, and pull QuackerJack and Mr. Banana Brain away from making stupid faces.
"I hate locks.." Mumbled Reggie as he struggled with leafy hands to open the door. Megavolt groaned.
"I'm going to need a major recharge after this." He took hold of the lock, and the group watched in confusion as he convulsed, and was tossed backwards. "Ooooooooh." He sat up, and rubbed his head.
"What?"
"What's the matter, Sparky?"
"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" Bushroot helped Megavolt to his feet. "It was charged Negative.. I thought it was positive.."
"Oh?" The Liquidator looked at QuackerJack in confusion. He shrugged.
"Lemme try again.." He walked back up to the door, and this time the seam along the cell lit up with bolts, and then sizzled as the four ripped down the door, jumping out of the way as it came cascading down.
"Ok.. now what, Tut?" Mr. Banana Brain chuckled as the four walked into the cell, and surrounded the sleeping.. thing.
"Um.."
"Er..."
"I guess we could just carry her out?"
"Oh yeah, that's a great idea Licky.."
"Well no-one else was saying anything!"
"HEY! I have an idea..." Bushroot said quietly.
"Ok, shoot, root." Mr. Banana Brain, of course. Bushroot wondered into the hall, and the group watched as his eyes fluttered shut. Megavolt and QuackerJack exchanged confused shrugs. Suddenly, a small rumbling sound was heard, and about five, small, potted trees thumped down the hallway.
"They can carry her out.. We can walk around them, ya know.. keep them safe?" Bushroot said gleefully as the trees assembled themselves in front of him.
"Oh.."
"Good idea." The three left the room as the plants bounced in. They reached forward with their roots and picked up the hybrid, concealing her in many different shades and hues of green as a proud Bushroot watched from the hall.
"Well, that was almost too easy.." QuackerJack laughed as he bounded back into the main room ahead of the others. Megavolt and Licky followed, followed by Bushroot and his plants.
"Yeah... much too easy...." The Liquidator said, looking around suspiciously. Suddenly, and oddly right on cue, a big cloud of purple smoke billowed into the jail.
"Awww man.."
"I am the ter-"
"JUST GET ON WITH IT!" The fearsome four cried, Licky's form boiling, Bushroot tugging at his pedals, QuackerJack jumping up and down, and Megavolt's hat sparking. Darkwing Duck appeared in the clearing air, his arms crossed over his chest, and looking very displeased.
"Fine, fine. Be that way then."
"Yes, and shake in the presence of... QUIVERWING QUACK!" A small duck cried, leaping out from behind Darkwing. A second or two of silence.. then the fearsome four burst into laughter.
"Quiverwing Quack? More like QuiverING Quack!" Megavolt cried, lifting his gun and aiming.
"I think you want to add a W in there someplace, Sparky." She cried as she and Darkwing tossed a huge bucket of liquid into the air.
"AH!" The villains all screamed, and tried to run, only to be soaked to the core in the strangely colored liquid. Megavolt convulsed for a long time, before finally shorting out, and curling up in pain. QuackerJack's toys zapped, hissed and smoked as they malfunctioned. He shook his dripping hat. Bushroot began to cough and gag, and turn a nasty gray-green color. The Liquidator began to harden, and hiss.
"What was that!?" QuackerJack cried, the only one of the four to actually be able to speak at the moment.
"Well, that just happened to be a little concoction we like to call: Fearsome Foursome Remover.. or FFR." Launchpad said, smiling.
"What was in it?" The jester quacked, helping Bushroot up.
"Ooooh, weed killer, cement mix and H20." The small fry Quiverwing Quack said gleefully slapping Launchpad a high-five.
"Very nice young lady, now.. Launchpad, take her home."
"Aww, but dad!!"
"No buts missy!" Bushroot coughed, and stood, raising his arms.
"Get 'em boys!" He managed to wheeze, sending the hanging plants to the ground. They advanced on the trio, and managed to pin them all to the wall under vines.
"And the award for best thought-out move goes to Bushroot!" The Liquidator said, managing to work a little of the mix out of his system.
"Good, now, let's get out of here!" QuackerJack cried as the SHUSH agents finally battered down the door.
"Good idea..." The Liquidator picked up Megavolt, tossing him over his shoulder. Bushroot ran over to his captives, and tore Darkwing's stupid gas gun from his holster, and tossed it into a window, shattering the glass.
"How convenient, a get-away door!" Cried the Liquidator as he took off, followed by the plants carrying the girl, Bushroot, and QuackerJack.... who was carrying Little Running Gag.
