(Cut to the exterior of a small boat, like one you'd find in your local harbor, which aren't too shabby, but not too fancy. A small plaque reveals that this particular ship is called the R.L.S. Legacy. Cut to the interior, where "Professor Ratigan" is walking down a corridor, proving the ship is a lot larger than it appears to be. Taking off "his" opera cape and hat, he places them on a coat rack inside the doorway. The top is Rufus, of all things, holding a globe above his head with the hooks jutting out from it, ala Atlas. There are other things on it, such as a deerstalker cap, a baseball cap with the symbol of a dragon and a hat like Darkwing Duck's. "Ratigan" comes to a room, which looks like a bedroom, only there's a swivel chair in front of a computer styled like the one Darkwing has in his hideout. Sitting down in the chair, "Ratigan" pushes some buttons, and the computer turns on. The letters DV in bold, bright green type (DV) appear on the screen. A female rat with tan fur and dark brown hair and about 14 years old, wearing a green tank top and navy blue pants, walks in and looks at "Ratigan".)

Girl rat: (faking concern) Veeken, is that you? I didn't recognize you for a moment.

("Ratigan", or Veeken as she is known turns to face the girl with a slightly annoyed frown on her face.)

Veeken: (rolls her eyes) Des . . .

Des: (smiles sheepishly) Sorry, Vee. You do look kinda funny that way.

Veeken: Fine. (Rolls up her sleeve, revealing a device sort of like Tanya's omnitool) No one appreciates GJ nowadays.

(Veeken presses a button, and she glows briefly before changing back from Ratigan into a 14 -year old rat with slightly darker brown fur, but with dark brown, almost blackish hair. The only difference is that she has an elegant tuft of fur on the end of her tail like a lion's, and the ears are more like a lion's.)

Veeken: Better?

Des: Much.

(Veeken turns back to typing on the computer.)

Des: So, how'd the experimenting with the D.P.I go?

Veeken: Excellent. They never suspected a thing. Either it works better than I thought, or people in this time period were really thick.

(Suddenly, there is a Beep-beep-beep-beep that emanates from one of Ratigan's suit pockets. Veeken reaches into one of the pockets of his waistcoat and withdraws a Kimmunicator, only it's light blue and crimson red instead of the traditional bright green and blue.)

Veeken: (activating it) What's the sitch?

(A 19-year old girl wearing a blue shirt and black cargoes appears on-screen. This is Ash.)

Ash: Hey, Vee. How'd the test run of the D.P.I go?

Veeken: Spankin'.

Ash: Great. Anyway, I just got a call from the police. It turns out that Doctor Drakken and Shego have escaped from prison and are heading in your direction.

Des: Well, someone got their hands on a time machine.

Veeken: Don't worry, Ash. If they try to stop me, I'll just kick their butts like last time.

Ash: Yes, but there's worse news. It turns out they busted out Duff Killigan and The Jackal as well.

Veeken: That is bad. (beat) Wait, does it get worse?!

Ash: Actually, it does. It turns out GJ doesn't think you're being efficient enough with the testing of the D.P.I, so they sent another agent to help you.

Veeken: Don't tell me, Will Du?

Ash: (defeated) Will Du. (normal) Don't worry, I delayed them as much as I could. They'll be here in about a week at the least.

Veeken: Thanks. (turns off the Kimmunicator) ACK! Doesn't GJ realize Will Du is the most corrupt agent they have?

Des: Keeping in mind that he's the only corrupt agent they have.

Veeken: True.

Des: Say, Vee?

Veeken: Yeah, Des?

Des: What was that stuff you put in those darts you, I mean, "Wotton" shot at Doran?

Veeken: It's a special chemical that causes all bodily functions to shut down for a while then restart.

Des: So, it's sort of a powerful tranquilizer?

Veeken: Precisely. C'mon, Des, we've got work to do, and I've got to change out of these clothes. 'Kay?

Des: Right behind you.

(Both leave the room. A close-up of the computer screen reveals that Veeken was looking at a profile of none other than Professor James Ratigan.)