Chapter 3

I looked up and down the street for the leader of the insane posse. I ran to the end of the block and spotted a young goose with a large brood.

I politely inquired to the mother goose, "Miss, excuse me. This is very important; can you help me?"

The mother goose replied, "Sure."

"Have you seen a duck wearing a hat, double breasted jacket, cape and a mask?" I asked.

She perked up and responded, "Yes! I just saw him right down that block with a tall creepy woman."

One of her older children whined, "There was something moving in her hair!"

I smirked and thought to myself, 'Pimp duck finally went out and got himself a skanky ho, good for him.'

I gleefully spoke, "Thank you so very much!" I quickly waved to the helpfully mother goose and her brood then I ran over to where she claimed to have spotted him.

I dashed down the block and spotted him with a tall female duck. I got in close and caught my breath. I glanced over his woman. She looked Goth but she didn't look skanky at all. I thought she looked elegant, guess he decided to go upscale. I felt if he would dump The Sick Squad, he could have a good game.

I screamed at him, "You pathetic pimp! Get your funky whores away from the house!"

His eyes widened and he stood motionlessly dumbfounded.

Incensed, I jabbed his chest with my finger. "Don't pretend to act all innocent, now! You molesting madman!"

The Goth female duck folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. She addressed the pimp, "Dark, darling! What's this all about?"

I threw up my hands and screamed, "He littered on the lawn, stomped all over the grass, threatened me, ripped my dress off and his blockhead broke my precious cell phone!!"

The Goth eyes bulged and her jaw dropped.

I seethed at Pimp duck and continued; "Now you have the nerve to have your Freaky Four posse put some kind of weirdo device on the house!!"

Pimp duck spoke in a stupor, "Freaky Four?"

"Yes! As if you don't know.…" I momentarily ceased my rant and noticed that he didn't seem to be as malicious as he was earlier. I glanced at his baffled woman and said, "I guess you took my advice and that chilled you out but still … get those weirdoes and that device off the house."

"Huh? What?" the perplexed pimp sputtered.

I put my hand to my chin and looked him over. We were the same height but without my pumps on, he would've been a little bit taller than me. He had the same outfit as before but in different colors. It seemed like he was wearing the reverse color scheme from this afternoon. I mentally snorted at pimps and their tendency for flamboyancy. I picked up his cape and noted, "I guess you got a different colored outfit for the evening. I have to admit I really love your outfit, especially in this color scheme. Cool colors are my favorites. ¡Es fabuloso! Usted semeja un zorro."

He gently pulled the cape out of my hand and dramatically wrapped it around himself. "Uh … Muchas gracias, señorita."

The Goth wondered aloud, "Different colored outfit! Dark, you know what that means.…"

The zorro duck answered, "Of course! And I think I know exactly who The Freaky Four are! Miss, I'm definitely not the duck you're looking for."

I sighed and knew he was telling the truth. He's wasn't the duck from this afternoon even though they could be twins. They were like brothers but from a different mother, like a different world altogether. I dejectedly spoke, "Terrific! Since it seems you're not Pimp duck; how I am going to get rid of his hoes and the strange device? The cops still haven't shown up from this afternoon."

The Goth covered her bill with her hand to suppress a laugh.

El Zorro boisterously laughed, "Pimp duck! His hoes! I love it!!" He wiped a tear of laughter from his eye. "I deduce you're new in town." He valiantly pounded his chest with his fist. "Don't worry Miss. I will take care of them!"

My eyes widened in surprise and I jubilantly clasped my hands. "Really?"

El Zorro gallantly gestured. "Absolutely! It's what I do—it's what I live for!"

Goth duck shook her head assuring me that he was on the level.

I astonishingly placed my hands to my chest. "Wow!"

Zorro duck asked, "Where's your residence?"

I pointed and replied, "The next block over."

He quickly turned and waved to his Goth girlfriend. "Let's go, Morg!" He bolted towards my uncle's home.

Goth duck hastily glided right behind him. "Sure thing, Dark!"

I perplexedly contorted my face and thought, 'Dark? Morgue? These people are weird too. Talk about Freak and Freakier.' I ran right behind Goth duck and said to myself, "There's no way I'm going to miss the pimp smack down of the century."

El Zorro was on the corner looking over to my uncle's residence. The Goth and I got to the corner at the same time. I looked to my uncle's house and saw that Pimp duck was back and he was chewing out his lackeys. I whispered to Zorro duck, "That's him." I pointed out Pimp duck.

El Zorro lowered his eyelids and cracked his knuckles. "Let's—Get—Dangerous!"

Just then a woman from behind yelled out, "You're needed! Something terrible has happened."

Both El Zorro and I turned and responded in unison, "What is it!" We both looked at each other and embarrassingly grinned.

The woman, who turned out to be my cousin Neblina, frantically spoke, "Viveza! Poppa—Uncle Trueno—he's been in a terrible accident!"

I gasped and placed my hands to my mouth. I then covered my eyes and bemoaned, "¡Ay, Ay, Ay! My poor uncle! His house! What a horrible day!"

The Goth consolingly rubbed my back. "I'm so sorry."

El Zorro grabbed me by the shoulders and assured, "Don't worry, ok! I'll take care of the house. It'll be alright! I'll make sure those horrendous hooligans will never bother you or your family again. You go to your uncle."

I looked up teary-eyed and was so speechless with gratitude that I just meekly smiled. Before I could get the words to properly express my thanks, Neblina tugged on my arm to let me know that it was time to go. We ran off to her car and she drove us to the hospital.