Chapter 5
The vast, brightly illuminated, high-tech main control room buzzed with activity. The Egg Personnel and FOWL scientists were carrying out their various tasks to complete one of FOWL's grander schemes, the total mind control of the entire world.
A loud piercing war cry cut through the drone of the workers' duties. The FOWL employees turned to the direction of the sound and saw a group of their fellow workers get knocked down by a purple blur. There was a collective gasp at the revelation that the purple haze was Darkwing Duck.
Darkwing dramatically flapped his cape and announced, "I'm here to put a stop to this malevolent mind-bending madness!"
The head FOWL scientist ran to the middle of the Control Room to a large glass enclosed area. Inside the area was an enormous futuristic cannon. Inscribed on the side of the cannon was the FOWL logo and underneath the words: The Consbrainer 800.
The prim mature female buzzard hugged the glass enclosure and cried, "My baby!" The scientist directed, "Stop Darkwing Duck!"
A crowd of Egg Men barreled towards Darkwing. Darkwing ran with all his might and did a handspring into a double flip flying kick. He easily knocked down the flock of Egg Men.
Launchpad and Lady C appeared from their hiding place from behind a large control panel. They saw Darkwing deftly defend himself but he was getting surrounded by more and more Egg Troopers.
Launchpad whispered to Lady C, "We have to help DW!"
Lady C didn't respond. Launchpad turned to look at her. Lady C was clutching her head. She wailed in agony then slumped to the floor. Launchpad knelt down to her on the floor and shook her.
"Lady C! Lady C! Oh no!" Launchpad cried. He picked Lady C off the floor and held her in his arms.
Lady C muttered incoherently before she went cataleptic. In her mind's eye, a scene took shape.…
She happily finished up the touches on a beautiful cherry pie.
Drake came into the kitchen and addressed her, "Binkie, thank you so much for that delicious meal. You didn't have to go through so much trouble."
She beamed. "Why, it's no trouble at all."
There was a loud crash from the Muddlefoot's living room. Both Drake and she turned to the direction of the sound. Drake growled, "I bet it was Gosalyn! Excuse me, Binkie."
She was briefly stunned. "Oh no problem, Drake."
Drake stormed out of the kitchen and hollered, "GOSALYN!!!"
She chuckled and went to get a carrying case out of a kitchen cabinet. Herb came into the kitchen and spotted the beautifully decorated cherry pie. He gleefully lumbered over to the delectable pie and reached out to get a taste.
She swiftly smacked Herb's hand away. She scolded, "Herb that's not for you. It's for Drake and his family."
Herb dolefully rubbed his smacked hand. He lamented, "But Bink-ums!"
"No buts, Herby! It's for Drake—I own him that much."
"Binkie, I understand. I'm eternally gratefully that Drake saved your life. I don't know how I could live without you in my life."
"Ooh, Herb!"
"Still Binkie; how much more can you thank Drake? He's a hero, that's true. But it's not like Drake is Darkwing Duck or something!"
She stared dumbfounded at Herb. She felt a stir of air from the doorway of the kitchen. She glanced to the doorway and saw Drake standing there. He had a look of pure embarrassment on his face. He nervously smiled and fled out of the doorway.
Herb was oblivious to Drake's brief appearance in the kitchen doorway. Herb went on to comment, "You been making over Drake a little too much in my opinion. Giving away your prized whipped creamed, chocolate crusted, cherry pie to him the day before Valentine's Day is too extreme."
"Herb, dear—it's just a pie!"
"You gave me that pie on Valentine's Day when we first courted."
"Well, yes Herb. That's true and I have a special cherry pie for you tomorrow on Valentine's Day. Just like always—since we first met."
"Maybe so, Binkie; but still it's the connote-she-on and stuff of you giving that pie to Drake around Valentine's Day." Herb began to blubber, "It's like you have a crush on Drake!" Herb put his face in his hands and cried.
"Oh Herb! No!" She wrapped her arms around Herb and tried to console him. She explained, "I have a … an admiration for Drake and what he did but I don't love him. I love you Herb and only you."
Herb looked up with tears in his eyes. He sniveled, "Really?"
"Why, yes! Herb, you're my soul mate! Drake or anybody else in this world can't take your place in my heart," Binkie said teary-eyed.
"Oh Binkie! You're my soul mate too. I love you with all of my heart." Herb lovingly embraced her and they passionately kissed.
"Have you seen Dad?" Gosalyn yelled from the kitchen doorway. Gosalyn then wailed, "Ewww!!! Tank! Honker! Your parents are getting it on! I'm traumatized."
Lady C felt someone rubbing her hand. She moaned and opened her eyes. She was lying in an elegant recliner. A stocky Egg Man was standing over her.
The Egg Man said to her, "I'm sorry Lady C. We guess you've been on your feet a little too long today. We all promise to put the chairs back in the interrogation room." The FOWL staff all shook their heads in agreement.
Lady C groggily responded, "Why, thank you all so very much!"
The Egg Man informed, "Head scientist Dr. Eve Vale has given the word that Consbrainer 800 is powered up and ready to go online." The disheveled mature female buzzard gave a gleeful 'victory' gesture.
Lady C torpidly nodded in acknowledgement.
The Egg Man turned and pointed to Darkwing and Launchpad. They were rope bound together back to back and standing next to the glass enclosed Consbrainer 800. The Egg Man stated, "Lady C, we captured these two heathens who had the nerve to try stop our glorious FOWL plan for world domination. They even had the nerve to try and hold you hostage when you were unconscious."
Lady C sat up in the recliner and stared at Darkwing and Launchpad. They fearfully glared at her. Lady C got ready to speak when an Egg Woman announced, "FOWL High Command on the comm.!"
Lady C turned to the woman. Lady C breathed a deep sigh then answered, "Well, put them on!"
A large viewer in front of the main control room winked on. The viewer displayed three shadowy figures with an F.O.W.L. logo backdrop. In the middle was a short stature, large headed, shadowy figure. The short figure spoke, "Agent Lady Cleaver! Is your base ready to go online with the Consbrainer 800?"
Lady C asserted, "Yes!" The disheveled head scientist loudly coughed.
Launchpad whispered to Darkwing, "I don't like this."
Darkwing agreed, "I think we're going to be stabbed in the back."
Lady C turned to the bound duo of Darkwing and Launchpad. She cheerfully spoke, "And as an added bonus to the splendor of FOWL supremacy, our base has captured Darkwing Duck and his sidekick, Launchpad McQuack."
Darkwing laughed, "I called that one; didn't I?"
Launchpad commented, "Hey, at least I got a mention."
The three shadowy figures straightened up in utter delight. The middle short figure remarked, "Splendid, Agent Lady Cleaver! Get The Consbrainer 800 in position!"
Lady C gesticulated to her staff to get them started on the order to get the mind control device ready. The scientists in a coordinated effort got all the necessary equipment functioning. The floor beneath The Consbrainer 800 rumbled into activity. It lifted the large cannon upwards. The final destination of The Consbrainer 800 was to be outside on the surface of the underground facility in order to be activated in unison with its sister in the South Pole.
The obscured minuscule FOWL High Commander stated, "Good! We'll leave you to carryout the plan. Since FOWL will shortly rule the world, Darkwing Duck is now considered inconsequential to us. Agent Lady Cleaver, Darkwing is now entrusted to your discretion."
Lady C turned to grin wickedly at Darkwing. She impishly rubbed her hands together and snickered.
Darkwing gulped, "Dear sweet merciful heaven!"
Launchpad muttered, "I guess you're going to be very busy."
The FOWL commander continued, "Consider that to be your bonus. FOWL High Command out." The view screen winked off.
Lady C groused, "FOWL High Command, gave Darkwing Duck to me as a gift? Wonderful! I thought I was going to get a monetary bonus. Those penny pinching so and so's!" She pointed to Darkwing and Launchpad then addressed two burly Egg Men, "Get those goodie-two-shoes and place them—" She looked to the front of the control room and pointed out a spot. "over there." The Egg Men swiftly followed orders. Lady C next ordered the Egg Men, "Now, turn them around so that Darkwing faces me and Launchpad faces the wall." The Egg Men did as they were told. She happily clapped her hands and commented, "Good! Perfect! Why, thank you gentleman." The Egg Men saluted then went back to their previous posts.
Lady C announced, "Before Consbrainer 800 goes online; I'm going to celebrate. I'm going to kill two birds with one cleaver." Lady C reached on her person and produced a very large gleaming cleaver.
Launchpad had his head turned back and saw Lady C reveal her enormous cleaver. He remarked, "Where in the wild blue yonder did she pull that out from?"
Darkwing broke into a cold sweat and whimpered, "I think I was too conservative in my weapons search of Lady C."
Lady C winded up her cleaver as the Egg Troopers cheered her on.
Head scientist Dr. Eve Vale scrutinized the hullabaloo. She rubbed her chin and mumbled, "Maybe what Lady Cleaver is doing is not such a good idea."
Darkwing tried to escape the confines of the rope imprisonment to no avail. He was bound too tightly to Launchpad.
Launchpad cried, "It was nice knowing you DW."
Darkwing wept, "Same here pal."
Darkwing suddenly had a bright idea. He instructed Launchpad, "Hey, LP. Maybe if we abruptly move.…" Darkwing stopped in mid sentence to see Lady C chuck her cleaver. His heart froze as he felt the cleaver breeze past him in an incomprehensible blur.
Launchpad was puzzled. "What were you saying DW? And what just passed by us?" Launchpad heard a noise in front of him and saw that a giant cleaver had hit a red panel marked: Danger. There were sparks shooting out of the panel. Launchpad panicked and struggled to move. He heard a snap and felt the ropes slide down to the floor. Launchpad joyfully exclaimed, "I'm free! We're free, DW!"
Lady C loudly clucked, "Oh dear! I missed! Those no good do-gooders moved!"
Darkwing stood motionless as Launchpad got out of the ropes. Darkwing frozenly stared at Lady C. Lady C slyly winked at Darkwing. It dawned on him what Lady C did. Darkwing gave her a barely perceivable smile then quietly spoke to Launchpad, "Let's get Lady C and run. This place is going to blow."
Launchpad questioned, "Lady C? Isn't she a villainess?"
Darkwing glanced to Lady C and answered, "Not anymore."
Alarms began to ring out throughout the facility. Lady C screamed out instructions, "Everyone! Get the flock out of the base! It's going to self-destruct!!" The FOWL scientists and Egg Troopers began to flee for their lives.
Dr. Vale squalled, "I knew that stunt was a bad idea." She pointed to Lady C. "You dim-witted floozy!"
Lady C snarled, "How rude! You can't talk to me like that!" She took out a large cleaver and hurled it at Dr. Vale, thereby giving the impudent scientist a free haircut. Dr. Vale screamed in horror and ran away.
Darkwing ran over to Lady C. He whispered to her, "Thank you."
Lady C whispered back, "You're welcome."
Launchpad ran over to Darkwing and Lady C. As he got to them, explosions came from the control panel with the buried cleaver.
"Yipes! Do all FOWL facilities have to be inclined to self-destruct so easily?" Darkwing observed.
"Well, I guess so. I think it makes it harder for rivals to get a hold of FOWL secrets," Lady C replied.
"And it makes it harder for people to get out alive too!" Launchpad yelled.
Lady C said, "We can't go back through the vents, but I know another short cut. Come with me!" She ran with Darkwing and Launchpad following behind her.
In a flash, Lady C sprinted down the hall and into a small, homey office room. She touched a panel and the wall next to it stirred. The wall slid open and a hidden elevator appeared. Lady C turned and waited for Darkwing and Launchpad to catch up. She remarked to the winded Darkwing and Launchpad, "This will take us to a private shuttle bay."
Darkwing gasped, "I wonder if this is how Steelbeak got out of the other facilities." He, Launchpad and Lady C stepped into the elevator.
As the elevator slid close, Lady C replied, "Possibly."
The elevator went up towards the surface. As the elevator got close to its final destination, it began to make strange noises.
Lady C's eyes widened. "Ooh, I don't like the sound of that!"
The elevator suddenly lurched, thus knocking its occupants to the floor.
Launchpad yelped, "What was that?"
"Oh dear! Something must have stopped the elevator," Lady C remarked. She sprang up and forced the heavy reinforced metal doors of the elevator open like it was made of aluminum foil. There was nothing behind the doors but a solid concrete wall. She whined, "It's blocked! I better try the emergency hatch in the ceiling." She easily jump kicked the metal ceiling hatch open. She leaped up and out of the emergency hatch to the outside roof of the elevator.
Launchpad droned, "Hatch … like an egg.…" He shook his head out of a miasma then adjusted his brown aviator helmet.
Darkwing uneasily twitched his bill.
Launchpad stared dumbfounded at the open hatch. "Whoa! She's super powered like Fluffy, The Warrior Baroness Zombie Slayer!"
Darkwing dismally responded, "Evidently; and it seems her enhanced strength and speed is linked to her body's adrenaline response. No wonder she knocked me around like a cheap plaything."
Lady C peeked into the elevator cabin and remarked, "Something triggered the emergency brake, but the cables look ok. Oh my, I don't understand what could've caused the malfunction."
Dr. Eve Vale piloted a shuttlecraft back to FOWL's main scientific headquarters. Dr. Vale angrily touched her shorn locks then laughed at how she sabotaged Agent Lady Cleaver's private elevator and private shuttle bay. She was so glad she did that even before there was inkling of anything going wrong at the North Pole facility. Dr. Vale grinned that she was also responsible for taking all the chairs out of the interrogation room too. Dr. Vale hated that happy, beautiful, strong Lady Cleaver. Why did that stupid hussy have to be the jewel in that very handsome Agent Steelbeak's crown? Steelbeak even had the nerve to give Lady Cleaver the mini mind control prototype Consbrainer 45. Dr. Vale hoped if Lady Cleaver wasn't killed, Darkwing Duck would put Lady Cleaver's brainless bony butt in a maximum security prison for life. Of course, Dr. Vale really hoped Lady Cleaver was nothing more than a nasty little splatter in the crumbling North Pole facility. Good riddance to bad rubbish! Dr. Vale viciously cackled then started to violently cough. She hacked, "Ack! Holy guano! I really need to stop smoking. That crap is killing me." She promptly took out a cigarette and lit it up. Dr. Vale hacked, wheezed and smoked in the shuttlecraft all the way back to FOWL SCI HQ.
Darkwing yelled up at Lady C, who was on the outside of the stalled elevator, "Lady C is there a way out from your perspective?"
"Yes, we can climb the cable to the shuttle bay level a few feet above us," Lady C replied.
Darkwing and Launchpad was aided out of the elevator by Lady C. There was a jarring rumble through the facility.
"We better hustle," Darkwing said.
Lady C, Launchpad and Darkwing all respectively climbed up the thick elevator cables to the shuttle bay level. Heavy metal doors blocked the opening to the floor. Lady C gracefully swung around on the cable cord to build momentum. She then let go of the cable, dived into the doors and thus created an opening. Launchpad leaped into the opening and Darkwing correspondingly followed suit.
Darkwing glanced around the small shuttle bay. There was only one shuttlecraft available. Lady C and Launchpad were getting into the shuttlecraft.
Darkwing hollered, "Wait for me!" He ran to the shuttlecraft and jumped in.
"We wouldn't leave without you," Launchpad laughed.
Launchpad turned on the shuttlecraft's engines. There was a loud hiss before a massive explosion. The singed trio ended up sitting in a smoldering pile of debris.
Lady C coughed, "Oh dear!"
Darkwing took his scorched hat off his head and fanned away the choking black smoke. He rasped, "No plucking good cheap FOWL trash!"
"I didn't even get it off the ground—I think this craft was sabotaged!" Launchpad huffed. He threw down the dislodged broken steering wheel. He licked his fingers then put out the smoldering tip of his red forelock.
"You're probably right, Launchpad. Most of my FOWL colleagues are evil-minded," Lady C stated.
"What about the others?" Launchpad asked.
"They're just plain crazy," Lady C answered matter-of-factly.
Darkwing bounced up onto his feet and ran to the emergency door. He wrestled with the door but he couldn't open it.
Lady C had got up out of the debris with Launchpad. She went over to Darkwing and offered, "Let me." She effortlessly pulled the heavy steel door off its hinges. She threw the door down and sighed. The emergency passageway was blocked with heavy rumble.
"Can we dig out?" Launchpad asked. Loud explosions throughout the facility rocked the entire building.
Lady C moaned, "I don't think we have the amount of time needed to dig out." She turned to face both Launchpad and Darkwing before she continued, "I have one more trick left. Both of you close your eyes."
"You're going to take your clothes off?" Darkwing grinned licentiously.
Lady C scoffed, "NO! Now close your eyes!"
Launchpad and Darkwing covered their eyes with their hands. Lady C reached on her body and pulled out a transmitter.
"Whoa! I didn't know you could place something there. Well, I kind of knew but still…," Darkwing exclaimed.
Launchpad took his hands off of his eyes. He scolded, "DW!"
"Oh my! Tsk, tsk. Shame on you, Mr. Darkwing!" Lady C chastised.
Darkwing shrugged and replied, "I was curious. I just couldn't help myself." Darkwing addressed Lady C, "Just call me Darkwing. I think you nearly putting a cleaver in my head, puts us on intimate terms."
Lady C embarrassedly blushed. "All right, Darkwing." She pushed a button on her transmitter. After a few brief minutes a hidden panel slid open and the egg basket appeared. Lady C ordered the basket, "Get us out of the facility!"
The quadrupled armed egg basket collectively grabbed Lady C, Launchpad and Darkwing. It promptly threw them into its large basket and rolled back to its hidden panel.
The egg basket navigated up through special passageways built exclusively for robotic workers as the facility violently shook.
Darkwing happily remarked to the gang, "Hey, all our gear is here! Fantastic!"
The egg basket popped outside of the facility into the frigid nocturnal air. The basket happened to be on the icy surface of the facility near the parked Rat-catcher.
Darkwing screamed over the loud rumbling of the crumbling base, "There's the Rat-catcher! I have to retrieve it!"
Lady C hollered, "I doubt we can get over there in enough time!"
Darkwing replied, "Don't worry. I have a trick—well, only up my sleeve." He smirked as Lady C grimaced at the remark. Darkwing swiftly took out a small remote control device and verbally ordered the Rat-catcher to head back to the Thunderquack.
Lady C instructed the egg basket, "Follow that skimobile."
The modified skimobile Rat-catcher sped to its destination while the egg basket containing the trio followed closely behind. There was a gigantic blast and the icy land behind the speeding vehicles began to collapse.
There was a collective gasp from the trio in the basket.
Lady C pleaded, "Please, my lovely darling basket! Go faster!" The egg basket pushed itself to its limits. It got right behind the Rat-catcher, reached out with two of its front hands and latched onto the Rat-catcher.
Darkwing commanded the Rat-catcher via remote to go as fast as possible. The Rat-catcher peeled out at top speed thereby putting a good distance between it and disintegrating icy surface. Eventually the Rat-catcher with the hitchhiking egg basket arrived at the Thunderquack.
It was Launchpad's turn to take out a remote. He pushed a button on his remote and a hatch on the Thunderquack opened up. The hatch lowered down from under the Thunderquack and formed a ramp. The Rat-catcher with the egg basket in tow entered the Thunderquack. As the hatch closed, the trio got out of the egg basket and fled into the cockpit of the jet. Darkwing sat up front next to the pilot's seat while Lady C sat in the back row of seats. Launchpad promptly got into the pilot's seat and buckled up. He then switched the Thunderquack on and got it airborne. As the jet flew away a louder detonation occurred and the arctic landscape where the jet was parked caved in.
Darkwing looked down at the cave in and coolly commented, "Just in the knick of time, the way I like it."
The communicator on the front panel of the Thunderquack buzzed. Darkwing flipped it on. On the view screen was a stylish office with a short elderly male bird sitting behind a grand wooden desk. He spoke, "S.H.U.S.H. Director J. Gander Hooter, here! It seems that the world still has free will. Darkwing, is it safe to say that you have put a stop to FOWL's latest fiendish plans?"
"Yes; J. Gander, it is safe to say. The FOWL North Pole facility has been destroyed but I can't take all of the credit," Darkwing replied.
"Launchpad helped, of course," Director Hooter assumed.
"Of course," Darkwing agreed. Launchpad proudly smiled at the acknowledgement.
Darkwing continued, "But there was someone else. And without her the mission may not have had a satisfactory conclusion."
"Will I get to meet this new companion of yours?" Director Hooter questioned.
"Definitely," Darkwing said. He glanced back at Lady C, who gave him a modest smile.
"That's good. Oh and by the way, by you and your crew stopping the North Pole facility from going online; it prevented the complete link up with its sister facility in the South Pole. That gave Chief Agent Gryzlikoff and his troops the extra time needed to shut down the South Pole facility."
Darkwing muttered under his breath, "Well, it's about time fat boy got his crap together."
"What was that Darkwing?" Director Hooter puzzled aloud.
"Nothing."
"Anyways, good work. I will be looking forward to thanking you and your team in person. Director Hooter, out." The communicator automatically shut off.
Darkwing gloated, "Yep, yep, yep! Another day saved thanks to Darkwing Duck!"
Launchpad turned to Darkwing and grinned. Launchpad felt that sounded like the Darkwing he knew.
Lady C, from the back seat, commented, "Why, thank you Darkwing for telling The Director of SHUSH that I aided your mission."
Darkwing turned to face Lady C and replied, "You're welcome."
Lady C continued, "Well, I still don't feel all that heroic. I still feel all so terrible for what I did; even if it was under mind control. I never knew I had that kind of darkness within me. It's like something unholy has been brought to life in my soul."
"I understand. You were obviously adulterated from your original nature by Project Pygmalion," Darkwing said.
"Maybe you can tie me up for the remainder of the trip?"
"Why? To make some kind of amends?"
"Well, yes. That and I still feel an indescribable urge to snap your neck."
Launchpad added, "I can understand that. I feel some strange affinity to eggs … eggs.…" The Thunderquack slightly tilted and loss altitude before Launchpad snapped back to his usual chipper mood. He quickly straightened up the Thunderquack's trajectory.
Darkwing arched his brows in disbelief. He dryly remarked, "I feel like I'm going to lose my mind, once again."
Launchpad sighed, "A mind is a terrible thing to lose."
Darkwing and Lady C nodded in agreement.
After a while, Launchpad began to softly hum to himself.
Lady C asked Darkwing again, "Can you tie me up please?"
"Will it make you feel better?" Darkwing asked disbelievingly.
"Yes."
Darkwing shrugged his shoulders and answered, "Okay, fine." He unbuckled his seatbelt and went into the back row with Lady C.
Lady C unbuckled her seatbelt and turned her back to Darkwing. She placed her hands behind her back and anxiously waited. Darkwing took out a pair of handcuffs and placed them on her wrists.
Lady C complained, "That's it! Tsk, tsk. You know I can easily snap these off. Why, these aren't safe at all."
Darkwing pouted. "But these cuffs are made of an exceptionally strong alloy."
"Really now! That's wonderful, but still … at least put about four of those on; two on the wrists and two on the ankles."
Darkwing joked, "Do you want me to hog-tie you too."
"Will you?" Lady C happily inquired.
"NO!" Darkwing responded incredulously. Darkwing put the handcuffs on Lady C as she requested.
Lady C tested her restraints and commented, "The cuffs are still a little shabby. I could still easily get out of these. Can you at least make the handcuffs on the wrists a little tighter?"
Darkwing grunted and obliged. Lady C begged, "Please, I wish you would make the cuffs tighter than that."
"Your wish is my command," Darkwing murmured. He tightened Lady C's handcuffs as tight as possible. Darkwing had briefly sat motionless before he rapidly blinked his eyes. He suddenly snapped out of his torpor and asked, "How's that?"
"Ooh, much better," Lady C replied. She felt somewhat relieved that at least she was physically fettered unlike the darkness that roamed unbridled in her mind. She paused then whispered, "I'm really going to need a whole lot of therapy."
"Me too, Lady," Darkwing retorted.
The bound Lady C turned around to face bloodied, tattered Darkwing. She softly spoke, "Thanks for saving me." She kindly kissed him on the cheek.
Darkwing dreamily touched his cheek where Lady C kissed him. He gazed into her eyes as his mind wandered….
Darkwing's angelic nature, Wing spoke, "It's just an innocent kiss. Besides clone or not, this woman is Binkie and the real Binkie is a married woman with children. Don't take advantage!"
Darkwing's demonic nature, Dark spoke, "Lady C's no lady. I doubt that kiss was all so innocent. Of course, she wants you; what woman wouldn't? You're a real lady-killer. Heh, heh! Besides Lady C's a clone. She has no obligation to anyone. Lady C might be a copy of Binkie but she's definitely not Binkie. Binkie never had a deep blue 'do or wore a tight sexy leather outfit. The Canardian Guardian, Lady C isn't. Lady C is so damn fine. You had already kissed a Binkie clone before. Just imagine how pleasurable—how sinfully sensuous—Lady C's kisses will be. Take advantage and then some!"
Wing was appalled. "You have a moral obligation to your beautiful innocent girlfriend, Morgana!"
Dark cackled with glee. "What the hell have you been smoking, Wing? Morgana's beautiful, but she isn't innocent! And she isn't here! What she doesn't know can't hurt her. A liaison with Lady C will just be another little secret to be kept."
Wing cried, "Dark! Why, you impertinent ignorant infidel.…"
Dark mockingly mimicked, "Why, you impertinent ignorant infidel.…" He heartily laughed. "Pluck you, Wing; ya' high and mighty bag of wind!" Dark readdressed the moral dilemma at hand, "Looky where Lady C's string of pearls dangles and drapes on her awaiting body. Now that's the real jewels!"
Wing wept, "Dear sweet merciful heaven!"
"Oh yeah!" Dark howled. He drooled profusely over Lady C's body.
"I didn't mean it like that!!"
"Suit yourself." Dark delightedly ogled away.
Wing asserted, "Don't give in to licentious carnal cravings. Take the road least traveled, take the high road. Believe in your destiny. Believe in unadulterated true love. Listen to your soul!" Wing innocently batted his eyes as the halo atop his head shone brighter.
Dark scoffed, "Oh please, give in to lascivious physical longings. It feels all so very good to take the common road that everyone else is on. Believe in the here and now. Believe in dirty wanton lust. Launchpad is mindlessly humming away in his own world. A little bit of necking back here won't disturb him. Oh and let me add—Lady C is a total freak. Listen to your body!" Dark's face contorted into a lecherous expression as the horns on his head grew more prominent.
Wing frantically fluttered his angelic wings and pleaded, "Don't do it. You know better!" Wing gaily smiled.
Dark wagged his demonic tail and begged, "Do it. You don't know better! You were under mind control and you lost your mind before. All you have to do is claim that you're not in your right mind. So to speak." Dark impishly chortled.
Wing hymned, "Don't do it! Don't do it!"
Dark chanted, "Do it! Do it! Do it 'til you're satisfied!"
"Dark … Wing … Dark … Wing …," a melodic voice quietly intoned.
"Darkwing. Darkwing," Lady C spoke softly. Darkwing shook his head to clear his thoughts. Lady C concernedly asked, "Oh my! Are you ok, dear? Did the mind control device create for you some mental problems like it did to me?"
"I'm alright; and to answer your second question, perhaps." Darkwing reached out and held Lady C's face in his hands. He deeply sighed and with one hand he tenderly brushed her long, plumose, sapphire blue bangs off of her face. Darkwing briefly gazed into Lady C's sparkling sky blue eyes before he closed his eyes and leaned in. He gave her a gentle peck on her forehead before leaning back and withdrawing his hands. He quietly spoke, "No matter what; you'll be ok. I'm sure of it."
Lady C beamed blissfully. She faintly answered, "I can't wait to see my husband, Herb and my children, Tank and Honker. Why, I bet you can't wait to see your daughter, Gosalyn."
Darkwing's heart skipped a beat. He momentarily lowered his purple masked face into his hands. He then looked up and stared into Lady C's eyes for the longest time. He finally exhaled then quietly choked, "Binkie…."
Lady C thankfully smiled. She softly whispered, "Ooh, don't worry, Drake."
Darkwing numbly smiled in return. Darkwing buckled Lady C up and afterward went to the front of the cockpit to his seat. He buckled up and quietly reclined in his seat for the remainder of the trip.
