Chapter 3: Searching for talents
Told by Bushroot:
I had to imagine something I could do to find out how Darkwing called himself. I couldn't follow him, that was clear, but maybe I could get the information from one of the classmates of the girl? While Darkwing and the teacher talked, I got into the school and searched something I could use as disguise and I found a coat from one of the teachers. I pulled it on. It didn't suit me, but it hid my crippled figure. When I went out, Darkwing had already disappeared and the teacher was coming in my direction. Finding protection behind the trees, I sneaked to the sport field. There were only two boys left, probably waiting for their parents to fetch them. I walked towards them and asked:, Excuse-me? I am Steven Alahom, a famous hockey trainer and I am searching for young talents.' They looked at me with surprise., I watched the whole game and I wanted to ask you if you know this red-haired duck, the female one?' ,, Er, well,' one of them replied eagerly., Her name is Gosalyn Mallard.' , Gosalyn Mallard? Ah well. And where does she live?' I asked. They looked at each other, then shrugged their shoulders.,, I have no idea. But maybe you could call the information and get it out? The name of her father is Drake Mallard,' said one of the boys, without knowing which great favour he was doing me. I smiled., Thank you very much. You two were a great help for me!' I winked them when I went away, to the next phone booth.
To call the information was very easy, of course, and when I went back to the headquarters, I had every information Negaduck could want. I was happy about that, because I thought my job would be done with that. Negaduck looked at the piece of paper where I had written Darkwing's address on, and said: , Well, Bushroot, I had never imagined you could be so smart. But it seems you are. Drake Mallard,' he laughed., Oh, when I finished my business, he will never get the idea to play Darkwing Duck again. Call for the others, Bushroot. The final is approaching.'
Told by Drake Mallard:
Gosalyn was so proud of herself after that hockey game, I just could smile when she told me how she had finished her enemies. In this moment, I was almost up to tell her how much she meant to me. But I just asked her what she wanted for dinner. I couldn't tell her what I felt. I just couldn't. Thinking she would only laugh at me and wouldn't understand how serious I was, I thought about telling it to her when she was elder.
I cooked fish and ships for her, what she really liked ad allowed her to stay up longer, while I asked the computer if any crimes had proceeded. But there was nothing. I didn't have to go on patrol that night, I knew it. Nothing would happen. But it was my job and I just had to do it. Just in case. So Launchpad and I went.
We came back just an hour later. Gosalyn was already in her bed, a hockey game can be very strenuous, I believe, sleeping and looking so peaceful every child looks like when it's dreaming. I watched her about 15 minutes and I thought about how my life had been without her. Almost empty. I'd just have Launchpad, just think about my job. It wouldn't be complete without her. I kissed her on her forehead and I tried to imagine how life would be when she would go her own way. I couldn't.
Told by Bushroot:
It was a great assembly. The Fearsome Five had met, under Negaduck's leading., My dear fellows,' he said confident., Bushroot has managed a great deal: He found out where Darkwing lives and how he calls himself. And now I'll tell you what you three,' he looked at Quackerjack, Megavolt and the Liquidator, , will do to make sure my plan will have success: You will commit some sort of crime tomorrow night, to tempt Darkwing out of his house and Bushroot and I will kidnap his fellow and his child, so we can blackmail him and can get whatever we want.' The three broke out in enthusiastic shouts and nodded. I watched the scene and hoped it would be over soon, so I could live my old life again.
Told by Gosalyn Mallard:
The next day on school, two boys of my hockey team asked me if a man called Steven Alahom spoke to me already. I answered no, asking why he should, but they just told me to wait., Boys!' I thought. Impatient, I waited for school to end, because dad had promised me something this morning, I just could describe as a new wonder of the world: He promised me to spend the whole day with me, first going to play miniature golf in the afternoon and play monopoly with me in the evening. He said, the town was so quiet he didn't have to go on patrol. That was something I never had expected to happen in my whole life. I just hoped his live for work wouldn't make him break his promise. After all, he already had been on patrol three nights where nothing happened.
But that was no danger for the miniature golf, of course. We went playing, and I won. But that wasn't why I was happier than ever. It was because I could spend time with dad, without looking at the watch and think: Oh, just two hours left until he has to work. In contrast to other parents, he worked 7 days (nights) the week and there was no day left he spend all his time with me. I felt that time didn't matter and this was even a greater feeling than the one I had had when I had won the hockey game.
After dinner, we started playing monopoly together, Launchpad, dad and me. And as nine o'clock past, I finally believed this night would be different.
Told by Bushroot:
I had to imagine something I could do to find out how Darkwing called himself. I couldn't follow him, that was clear, but maybe I could get the information from one of the classmates of the girl? While Darkwing and the teacher talked, I got into the school and searched something I could use as disguise and I found a coat from one of the teachers. I pulled it on. It didn't suit me, but it hid my crippled figure. When I went out, Darkwing had already disappeared and the teacher was coming in my direction. Finding protection behind the trees, I sneaked to the sport field. There were only two boys left, probably waiting for their parents to fetch them. I walked towards them and asked:, Excuse-me? I am Steven Alahom, a famous hockey trainer and I am searching for young talents.' They looked at me with surprise., I watched the whole game and I wanted to ask you if you know this red-haired duck, the female one?' ,, Er, well,' one of them replied eagerly., Her name is Gosalyn Mallard.' , Gosalyn Mallard? Ah well. And where does she live?' I asked. They looked at each other, then shrugged their shoulders.,, I have no idea. But maybe you could call the information and get it out? The name of her father is Drake Mallard,' said one of the boys, without knowing which great favour he was doing me. I smiled., Thank you very much. You two were a great help for me!' I winked them when I went away, to the next phone booth.
To call the information was very easy, of course, and when I went back to the headquarters, I had every information Negaduck could want. I was happy about that, because I thought my job would be done with that. Negaduck looked at the piece of paper where I had written Darkwing's address on, and said: , Well, Bushroot, I had never imagined you could be so smart. But it seems you are. Drake Mallard,' he laughed., Oh, when I finished my business, he will never get the idea to play Darkwing Duck again. Call for the others, Bushroot. The final is approaching.'
Told by Drake Mallard:
Gosalyn was so proud of herself after that hockey game, I just could smile when she told me how she had finished her enemies. In this moment, I was almost up to tell her how much she meant to me. But I just asked her what she wanted for dinner. I couldn't tell her what I felt. I just couldn't. Thinking she would only laugh at me and wouldn't understand how serious I was, I thought about telling it to her when she was elder.
I cooked fish and ships for her, what she really liked ad allowed her to stay up longer, while I asked the computer if any crimes had proceeded. But there was nothing. I didn't have to go on patrol that night, I knew it. Nothing would happen. But it was my job and I just had to do it. Just in case. So Launchpad and I went.
We came back just an hour later. Gosalyn was already in her bed, a hockey game can be very strenuous, I believe, sleeping and looking so peaceful every child looks like when it's dreaming. I watched her about 15 minutes and I thought about how my life had been without her. Almost empty. I'd just have Launchpad, just think about my job. It wouldn't be complete without her. I kissed her on her forehead and I tried to imagine how life would be when she would go her own way. I couldn't.
Told by Bushroot:
It was a great assembly. The Fearsome Five had met, under Negaduck's leading., My dear fellows,' he said confident., Bushroot has managed a great deal: He found out where Darkwing lives and how he calls himself. And now I'll tell you what you three,' he looked at Quackerjack, Megavolt and the Liquidator, , will do to make sure my plan will have success: You will commit some sort of crime tomorrow night, to tempt Darkwing out of his house and Bushroot and I will kidnap his fellow and his child, so we can blackmail him and can get whatever we want.' The three broke out in enthusiastic shouts and nodded. I watched the scene and hoped it would be over soon, so I could live my old life again.
Told by Gosalyn Mallard:
The next day on school, two boys of my hockey team asked me if a man called Steven Alahom spoke to me already. I answered no, asking why he should, but they just told me to wait., Boys!' I thought. Impatient, I waited for school to end, because dad had promised me something this morning, I just could describe as a new wonder of the world: He promised me to spend the whole day with me, first going to play miniature golf in the afternoon and play monopoly with me in the evening. He said, the town was so quiet he didn't have to go on patrol. That was something I never had expected to happen in my whole life. I just hoped his live for work wouldn't make him break his promise. After all, he already had been on patrol three nights where nothing happened.
But that was no danger for the miniature golf, of course. We went playing, and I won. But that wasn't why I was happier than ever. It was because I could spend time with dad, without looking at the watch and think: Oh, just two hours left until he has to work. In contrast to other parents, he worked 7 days (nights) the week and there was no day left he spend all his time with me. I felt that time didn't matter and this was even a greater feeling than the one I had had when I had won the hockey game.
After dinner, we started playing monopoly together, Launchpad, dad and me. And as nine o'clock past, I finally believed this night would be different.