A Disney Duck Fanfic: Instead of being purely based on one entity, this story takes background from Classic Donald Duck cartoons, Ducktales, and Darkwing Duck. Written By Stef With an F and Brad Eugene Palmer (AKA Nightw2 or comickook) Disclaimers: Disney owns most of these characters. Dumbella Duck's past as Bella Widgeon is mine, as are the characters of Melanie Widgeon, Ronnie and Lisa Mallard, and whomever else I mention in the future.
Author Notes: This story is a sequel to the stories "Back to the Nest" and "Extended Wings". Reading those stories prior this one would help; though you most likely could understand this story regardless.
Chapter 5 Written By: Stef with an F
Darkwing and Launchpad, both downing a disguise made their way to the Inventor's conference.
Many of the world's famed inventors were in attendance. These included Gyro Gearloose Ludwig Von Drake, and Sara Bellum, who took Darkwing for a bit of surprise, since it was his understanding that no other agents were in the area.
Launchpad assuming what Darkwing's look of confusion, added, "Well, makes sense that someone had to represent SHUSH in this matter, eh, DW?" Darkwing nodded.
"Right LP, make sure to scope the place for anyone that looks suspicious."
Launchpad nodded. He rotated the hall a few times, grabbed a few refreshments, and found a seat next to his old friend Gyro. "Hey!" Launchpad shouted a little too loudly. "Gyro, it's me. Your good old friend Launchpad McQuack!"
"Hey!" Gyro replied, giving Launchpad a hug. "Been a long time."
"Yes it has! Oops! Doing a low profile, better be a bit more quiet," he adds in a slightly lower tone.
Meanwhile, while Launchpad is reacquainting himself with an old friend, and Darkwing continues his surveillance, the speaker of the event proceeds to the microphone to start the conference.
"Ladies and gentlemen, first we at The Federal University of Rio de Janeiro, would like welcome you all. We are grateful and honored for your knowledge and are blessed for your willingness to share your knowledge for the betterment of mankind," the speaker stated.
The audience applauded.
The speaker continued. "Please take notice to the pamphlet next to you seat. It outlines our weekend."
Meanwhile, an unmarked semi-truck approached the school. A fence enclosed the university's parking lot. The entrance was attended by a few security guards.
"Batente¡cParada! Arrêt! Stop!" the guards ordered.
The driver stopped his truck, and rolled down the window.
"Is dere a problem, officer?" Steelbeak asked. He made a gesture to someone to the right of him.
"Do you have a pass, sir? The University is restricted this weekend," one of the guards asked.
Steelbeak looked down, pretending to check for pockets for a pass. "I'm sorry, but it seems like I misplaced it. It should be 'round dere somewhere. Could youse give me an minute?"
The guard nodded.
At the same time, a group of Egg-men emerged from the back door of the vehicle.
"Stop right there!" another guard called.
He approached some of the Eggmen and was contained.
Another guard reached for a walk-talkie but was alarmed to notice that he wasn't getting a signal.
Steelbeak laughed. "We jammed yer signal," he informed.
He ran to get the booth in attempt to reach a phone. Egg-men responded quickly, both retaining this man, plus pulled out the phone. Desperately another guard attempted to pull out a gun.
"Uh! Now is dat very nice?" he asked, taking out his own gun.
"What do you want? The man asked, still holding his gun.
He was figuring if he was going to die, he was bringing this steel-beaked rooster with him.
"A brave one, aren't youse?" Steelbeak asked, amused. The rest of the guards were retained by the several Egg-men. Only this one guard was free, and he had his gun focused on Steelbeak. "Put the others in the truck," Steelbeak ordered. "Let me handle this one."
The Egg-men obeyed yet were curious on how their leader would get out of such a sticky predicament. Pushing a button on his suit impelled a metal mask, protecting his head. With this in place, a bullet would not be able to penetrate his skin waist up. He approached the man. Three Egg-men returned and help contain the man. And with his gun, Steelbeak gun whipped the man unconscious.
"Place him with da udda. I want ten of youse ta stay with the trunk, get it outta here and watch da hostages. I will phone when needed. The rest come with me."
"Cool your jets, Carioca. I appreciate the flattery but I've already got a boyfriend." Bella informed him with a blushing grin.
Jose pulled back, and instead gently held her hands, he felt no ring, and after looking into her beautiful blushing face, he knew she was attracted. "My Bella, where is this boyfriend of yours? How could he let you come to a strange country unattended," he asked.
Bella laughed. "Are you saying that your country is strange?" she asked with a smile.
Jose laughed in return. "No, but if I was your boyfriend, I wouldn't let you out of my sight. I see that you are heading to the dining room. I would love to invite you all for dinner, my treat," Jose offered.
"Jose, you don't need to do that! You already paid for our way here!" Daisy protested.
"Yeah!" Donald agreed. "That must have cost a fortune!"
Jose shook his head. "Like, I said my friend, I have done quiet well. Please enjoy me the courtesy," Jose stated. "And Bella, I would be honored if you would allow me to escort you to table."
He offered his elbow to Bella.
Bella hesitated for a second. What should she do? If she refused, we would be insulting an old friend that has been so courteous to her and her family. Yet, again what would she be betraying Launchpad. Then again, it was only dinner, and a non-private one at that. Her daughter, her brother, and his wife were here.
Bella accepted the arm, and allowed him to lead her and the family the diner host.
"Dia bom, senhor. Eu gostaria de uma tabela para cinco por favor," Jose requested.
The host nodded, and led the group of five to one of the many tables in the room.
"I hope the dinner menu is in English!" Donald stated he a loud whisper.
Jose laughed, "Don't worry my friend," he said. "Podemos nós ter alguns menus ingleses? Obrigado. "
"Sim senhor. Yes, sir," the host replied. "Your waiter will bring you some shortly."
After the host left. Jose turned to Melanie. "What is your name my dear?" he asked.
"My name is Melanie. What is your name?" Melanie asked. "You knew my mommy from long time ago?"
"Yes, when she was a teenager. Speaking of teenagers, where are the boys?" "They went sight seeing," Donald answered.
"This is a very beautiful country," Dewey said.
Louie nodded. "Too bad Webby couldn't come. It's a shame. She would have loved it here."
Huey's camera flashed. "Why couldn't she come, again?" he asked. "Mrs. Beakley always allowed her to come on our adventures with Uncle Scrooge. And many were more hazardous than this."
Dewey laughed. "Half the time, she stowed away."
Louie smiled. "Yeah, we were such a bad influence on her. But, no it wasn't that. It is because of Cheerleading camp. She's trying for Varsity this year. And she will need all the luck she can get. Because they favor juniors and seniors over sophomores."
"Can't believe we will be seniors this year," Dewey added.
"Yeah…" Louie agreed. "I'm hungry, I say we check out one of the local shops and check out some Brazilian food."
"Yeah, I'm hungry too, hey there's a Hamburger Hippo!" Huey said in amazement.
Dewey looked at Huey like he was an idiot. "Wouldn't want to try something more creative? And my guess is that they'll charge us double, even triple, for fries!"
Louie laughed.
Huey rolled his eyes. "I didn't want to eat there. I was just pointing out the irony. What do you think about the place over there across the bridge? Looks interesting?" Huey asked.
"Sounds like a plan," Dewey said.
"Why not?" Louie added. "But could you two just stand by the Hamburger Hippo for a moment so I can take a picture?"
Dewey started to laugh hysterically.
To Be Continued
Author Notes: I used an online translator to translate some of the dialogue into Portuguese, Spanish, and French. I understand the translator might have been the wrong dialect, and for that I apologize. Please tell me what you think :) -Stef
