Special thanks to Nightw2, Robina, and John "Herodotus" Wax for their help in writing this section.
Fenton Crackshell tried to keep from dropping a heavy briefcase as he staggered into his boss' office. "Mr. McDuck, I don't think wake-up calls at 10:00 PM were part of my job description."
"Fenton! Change into you-know-who before the others come!"
"Oh, yeah." The accountant whispered into the briefcase. "Blathering blatherskite!" The leather satchel opened and several pieces of bulletproof, knuckle-proof, and fire proof armor wrapped around Fenton, transforming him into Gizmoduck.
Scrooge flipped through his address book. "I've already called your colleagues from the Justice Ducks." He tore a hastily scribbled list from a notepad. "You've got a phone in that suit, right?" He shoved the paper toward the superhero. "Start calling."
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Flintheart slammed down the gavel wearily. After over three hours of planning, debating, arguing, and the occasional crossfire of deadly weapons, the Coalition had finally agreed on a plan. "Any more business?"
Don Karnage rose. "I noticed you forgot a very important office."
"And what office was that?"
"President!"
Hades' hair flared up. "DK, may I call you DK? In case you haven't noticed, that office is taken."
"I can do better than that silly duck-type person!" Karnage waved his sword. "I have brought Cape Suzette down to its kneecaps, and plundered thousands of planes! You need a leader who can think outside of the bin, and that's me, myself, and I!"
The Coalition members glanced at Flintheart, eager to see how he'd respond.
The elderly Scot only stroked his beard. "Is that so? Let's take a vote. All in favor of Karnage taking my office, say yay. Those who favor me keeping the position of president, say nay. McWhirtley!"
"I know what to do," answered the assistant, taking his position by the tallyboard. "Wuzzles?"
"Well, well, well," said Croc. "I think we're jumping the guns here. Our current president hasn't had time to prove his worth. I say we wait and watch. Flizzard and I vote nay."
McWhirtley slid the corresponding plate to the right column. "Gummi Bears?"
Lady Bane tapped her painted black nails on the mahogany table. "Hmm...I agree with the hybrid. Put us down for nay."
"DuckTales?"
Big Time slammed his fist down on the table. "NAY!"
"Chip N' Dale Rescue Rangers?"
"I'd rather work under a duck than a mangy mutt!" Fat Cat, displaying typical feline hatred for canines, declared.
"Mangy mutt?!" snapped Karnage.
"TaleSpin?" McWhirtley yawned.
"No!" snapped Colonel Spigot.
"Yay!" cried out Maddog and Dumptruck.
Karnage glared at the sixth member, Douglas Benson. "Vote yay or else!"
The cat gulped, but figured Karnage's cutlass would do more bodily harm than Spigot's riding crop. "Yay." Two of his chair's legs suddenly gave, sending him crashing onto the floor.
There was a roar of laughter.
"Stop laughing!"
Negaduck turned to the rest of his delegation. "I'll handle this." He took the floor and began to quote from a fan-written essay. "Scrooge McDuck has been subject to the Evil Twin Syndrome since the days of the comics. Flintheart Glomgold looks like everyone's favorite miser, with the addition of a full beard and thicker accent. Glomgold is in many ways like Scrooge: both are of Scottish descent and both made fortunes from meager beginnings. However, McDuck's flaws are magnified in his rival; his lookalike cheats people, the competitive streak becomes cutthroat, and the love of money is full-blown monomania. We get the feeling that Glomgold is a mirror image, only the mirror isn't flat. Even the subtle differences seem to support this theory: the square glasses as opposed to Scrooge's round, the twisted cane--"
"Zzzz..." snored the other six Darkwing Duck delegates.
Negaduck ignored them and continued. "In St. Canard, Darkwing Duck has his own distorted mirror-image. One has to wonder if the late Carl Barks' work inspired the yellow coated renegade, for the episodes 'Ducky Mountain High' and 'My Valentine Ghoul' complement each other..."
"Is it even legal for him to filibuster like that?" whispered Dr. Drakken to Monkey Fist.
Monkey Fist shrugged. "I guess he can get away with it."
"Can't we all?" asked Gill.
"That was from Monica Arredondo's 'From Duckburg to St. Canard: Completing the Parallel.' A masterpiece. Therefore, I must vote for my predecessor, Flintheart Glomgold," finished Negaduck.
McWhirtley sighed. "Let's move on."
Soon the vote was clear: most of the coalition favored the duck over the wolf.
Karnage jumped onto his delegation's table. "I demand a recount!"
"Sit down, Don!" answered the other villains.
"Will someone shut that stupid dog up?" suggested Fat Cat.
"Never!" snarled the head of the Air Pirates.
"OH, FOR WALT'S SAKE, SIT DOWN!" shouted the Coalition.
Karnage slumped into his seat, pouting.
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Gizmoduck glanced around the office as he took his seat next to Neptunia and Stegmutt. "Say, I see most of the heroes Mr. McDuck called, but I don't see the other members of our group yet. Where's Wingy, Morgana, Launchpad, the Quiverwing Quack and her sidekick?"
"Gee, Mr. Gizmoduck," Stegmutt said. "Not that it's my place to say, but isn't this past Quiverwing's bedtime?"
Neptunia snickered. "And Darkwing and Morgana are probably practicing for their honeymoon."
"I heard that, you smart aleck sardine!" came Darkwing Duck's voice, obviously too peeved to do his usual 'I am the terror that flaps in the night' entrance. "Just because you live in an ocean doesn't mean you have an excuse for your mind to be in the gutter."
Morgana McCawber came in behind him. "Dark, dear, I'm upset that we got the call in the middle of our date too, but you don't have to take it out on Neptunia."
"You've got a point, honeywumpus. No offense, Neps."
"None taken," mumbled the mutated fish.
"Keen gear!" the Quiverwing Quack, otherwise known as Gosalyn Mallard, ran in. "Anything that lets me stay up this late is way cool in my book!"
Darkwing looked down at her. "We'll discuss this tomorrow morning, young lady. You're just lucky we didn't notice you and Honker stow away in the Thunderquack until we were approaching the Duckburg city limits."
"And it was too late to turn back," Launchpad as usual was stating the obvious.
Quiverwing smirked. "Yeah. You and Morgana were so ticked off about that date, you didn't notice us until you heard Honker's snoring."
Honker, in the Arrow Kid costume, yawned. "Don't you ever sleep?"
Goliath stretched out his wings. "These are my peak hours."
Elisa Maza, the closest to the coffee machine, filled several cups and placed them on a tray. "I'm so used to working the night shift that sometimes I feel like a gargoyle."
Junior Commissioner Vallejo snatched a cup and drank it in one gulp. "Guatemalan?" He quickly snatched another.
"The horrors of modern-day caffeine," Icarus commented.
Cassandra elbowed the infamous kid who flew too close to the sun. "Good thing you have no access to it in Ancient Greece."
"True, Cassie-wassy, but I can drink as much of it now as I want!" Icarus quickly gulped down two cups of the coffee.
Professor Ludwig von Drake reached for one just as Dr. Sarah Bellum accidentally knocked it over.
The professor drew his hand back from the hot coffee. "Yowzers!"
Dr. Bellum handed him a napkin. "I'm so sorry."
Hearts appeared in von Drake's eyes. "No, excusie me! Are you hurt? Should I call a doctor?"
A duck cupid flittered on the rafters and fired another arrow; this one aimed right at Dr. Bellum. It smiled and flew out the window.
Dr. Bellum giggled, something she rarely did. "Reminds me of the time I hugged the Bunsen burner!"
Scrooge's own sweetheart, Glittering Goldie sat down. "What's all the hullabaloo about?"
"Me?" asked Baloo Bear.
"She meant the middle-of-the-night meeting," grumbled Rebecca Cunningham. She cast a glance toward her daughter, Molly.
Molly was occupied showing Pistol her Bearbie doll, while Kit Cloudkicker looked bored out of his skull.
Gruffi Gummi poured Gummiberry juice into his coffee and raised his glass. "Here's to a good season! Did you hear the one about the Frenchman who wouldn't eat snails? He preferred fast food!"
Cubbi pinched his nose. "Corny!"
"Corn? Where? I'm hungry," Tummi said.
"Huh?" asked Sunni.
"Most people are cranky when they don't get enough sleep," Zummi tried to explain. "And since Gruffi is grouchy when he does get enough sleep --"
"He's cheerful when he doesn't," finished Grammi. "And I thought he was impossible to deal with as a stick in the mud."
Scrooge gently tapped a gavel on his desk. "Everyone, settle down. I'm sure you're wondering why I called you here."
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"I say each delegation has to travel to the House of Mouse together!" declared Duke Igthorn. "There's going to be some heavy traffic, and we don't want anyone to get suspicious."
"You're not Parliamentarian yet," muttered the Evil Manta.
"He will be if no one runs," Ursula whispered back. "The dangers of a one-party system."
"Land politics," sighed the Manta.
Sergeant Dunder raised his hand. "Sirs, madams? Do we have to take the House of Mouse so soon? Shouldn't we wait until we know where we stand in regard to one another?"
Hades practically burst into orange flames. "For Walt's sake, Sergeant Dunder! For once in your life...TAKE A CHANCE!"
The shy Thembrian withdrew.
Hades calmed down, the vivid fire reducing to its regular blue. "We need a new name. House of Villains is too boring. Something with a little more badda-bing will do nicely --"
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"I saw a lot of your enemies. Our enemies. I didn't see much, but it looked like they were having some sort of meeting." Scrooge glanced at his vault nervously. "The Beagle Boys, Flintheart Glomgold, Magica de Spell, and all the other series villains. They must be taking some new approach. So I suggest we unite for our mutual protection."
"More for the mutual protection of your money bin," Ingrid Third said sarcastically.
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"They want to use the House of Mouse for a convention hall?" Mickey Mouse asked.
"Right. We couldn't find a place big enough for our energies," said Loki, lying through his teeth.
Mickey shrugged. "Well, I suppose we could close the doors to everyone else. We didn't have a theme planned for tonight. But a group of series villains? Splitting from the DVA? Isn't that a bit extreme?"
"They aren't exactly splitting from it per se," amended the trickster god. "They're just banding together to assert their own interest. Is that a crime?"
"I guess not," replied Mickey. "Well, I'll tell Donald to put up the announcement."
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"That rule about us having to travel together is so stupid!" complained Quackerjack. "How on earth are the seven of us going to fit in one car?"
"Good t'ing Glomgold let us borrow one of his limos," Steelbeak commented, swinging the keyring on one finger. "I'm driving."
Taurus Bulba opened the right rear door and seating himself. "Traveling in style, eh? Reminds me of the good old days."
Negaduck got into the front passenger seat, then glanced at the rest of the Fearsome Five. "What are you waiting for?"
The Liquidator shrugged and slid in.
Quackerjack shook his head and drew out Mr. Banana Brain. "No way, Jose!" He spoke in his normal voice. "I must sit by the window or I'll get carsick."
"Oh, fine," Bushroot mumbled. "I'll sit in the middle." The plant-duck got into next to the Liquidator. Quackerjack took the window seat.
Megavolt looked into the packed back seat. "Uh, guys? Where do I sit?"
"Just sit in Quacky's lap," growled Steelbeak, turning the key in the ignition.
Megavolt obeyed and slammed the door shut.
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Drakken flipped the switch on the Hovercraft.
There was mechanical whirring, but the craft refused to get off the ground.
"Look like we need to lighten the load a bit," observed Monkey Fist.
"Well, it's my vehicle, I built it, so I get to drive," whined Drakken.
"Oh, stuff it!" Gill snapped. "I'll ride with the Gross Sisters." He leaped off the aircraft, which rose in the air.
Nubia Gross surveyed the small roadster that her sisters had just stolen. "We've got the vehicle, but who's gonna drive it?"
"I will!" announced Bradley Parnassus.
Gill's thick eyebrows shot up. "But you can't drive yet!"
"Well, I disassembled a car once and put it back together, so it shouldn't be too hard."
"I just hope this thing's equipped with airbags," Nubia muttered as she got in.
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Croc climbed into the go-cart, which groaned under his weight. "To infamy!"
Flizzard looked nervous. "Boss, I think we--"
Too late. The go-cart accelerated, zipping through the Land of Wuz before driving right through a dimensional gateway.
"I think we forgot the brakes!"
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"Quackerjack, do you mind?"
"What is it, dandelion-head?"
"Your elbow is right in my shoulder. Can you move it?"
"Not with Megavolt in my lap!"
"I ain't that heavy!" snapped Megavolt.
Taurus Bulba clutched one temple with his right hand. "Don't make me go over there."
The Liquidator flipped on the intercom. "Turn up the air conditioner before I end up on the windows!"
Negaduck flipped the switch. "Just shut up back there!"
Steelbeak barely heard him over the blaring radio. He stepped on the gas pedal, making the automobile accelerate. He then stepped on the brakes and turned sharply into the House of Mouse parking lot. The tall red comb flopped over.
Negaduck picked up his fedora, which had blown off his head. "What the heck was that?"
"I t'aught youse said 'soup up'!"
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Donald extended a hand to Anton Sevarius. "Welcome to my club. Please check in your weapons at the front door."
"Now he tells us," Thailog commented as he and Demona tossed several weapons on the nearby shelves.
There was a crash as a bright red roadster smashed through a wall.
Gill climbed out of the wreck. "Well, that was worth an e-ticket."
"Gawrsh," said Goofy to Clarabelle Cow. "I didn't know Mickey was installing a drive-through window!"
Dragaunus sat at his table with his lackeys. "Every morning, I wake up and thank Walt for the ability to teleport."
"You said it!" called Hades from the next table.
A go-cart whizzed by, nearly running over Max, the parking valet.
Max pushed the soot off his uniform. "Mickey doesn't pay me enough to do this!"
After a few hours, Flintheart addressed his assistant. "Is everybody here?"
"All present and accounted for," McWhirtley answered.
Glomgold checked the clock. "9:02:00. Let's commence the operation."
TBC
Fenton Crackshell tried to keep from dropping a heavy briefcase as he staggered into his boss' office. "Mr. McDuck, I don't think wake-up calls at 10:00 PM were part of my job description."
"Fenton! Change into you-know-who before the others come!"
"Oh, yeah." The accountant whispered into the briefcase. "Blathering blatherskite!" The leather satchel opened and several pieces of bulletproof, knuckle-proof, and fire proof armor wrapped around Fenton, transforming him into Gizmoduck.
Scrooge flipped through his address book. "I've already called your colleagues from the Justice Ducks." He tore a hastily scribbled list from a notepad. "You've got a phone in that suit, right?" He shoved the paper toward the superhero. "Start calling."
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Flintheart slammed down the gavel wearily. After over three hours of planning, debating, arguing, and the occasional crossfire of deadly weapons, the Coalition had finally agreed on a plan. "Any more business?"
Don Karnage rose. "I noticed you forgot a very important office."
"And what office was that?"
"President!"
Hades' hair flared up. "DK, may I call you DK? In case you haven't noticed, that office is taken."
"I can do better than that silly duck-type person!" Karnage waved his sword. "I have brought Cape Suzette down to its kneecaps, and plundered thousands of planes! You need a leader who can think outside of the bin, and that's me, myself, and I!"
The Coalition members glanced at Flintheart, eager to see how he'd respond.
The elderly Scot only stroked his beard. "Is that so? Let's take a vote. All in favor of Karnage taking my office, say yay. Those who favor me keeping the position of president, say nay. McWhirtley!"
"I know what to do," answered the assistant, taking his position by the tallyboard. "Wuzzles?"
"Well, well, well," said Croc. "I think we're jumping the guns here. Our current president hasn't had time to prove his worth. I say we wait and watch. Flizzard and I vote nay."
McWhirtley slid the corresponding plate to the right column. "Gummi Bears?"
Lady Bane tapped her painted black nails on the mahogany table. "Hmm...I agree with the hybrid. Put us down for nay."
"DuckTales?"
Big Time slammed his fist down on the table. "NAY!"
"Chip N' Dale Rescue Rangers?"
"I'd rather work under a duck than a mangy mutt!" Fat Cat, displaying typical feline hatred for canines, declared.
"Mangy mutt?!" snapped Karnage.
"TaleSpin?" McWhirtley yawned.
"No!" snapped Colonel Spigot.
"Yay!" cried out Maddog and Dumptruck.
Karnage glared at the sixth member, Douglas Benson. "Vote yay or else!"
The cat gulped, but figured Karnage's cutlass would do more bodily harm than Spigot's riding crop. "Yay." Two of his chair's legs suddenly gave, sending him crashing onto the floor.
There was a roar of laughter.
"Stop laughing!"
Negaduck turned to the rest of his delegation. "I'll handle this." He took the floor and began to quote from a fan-written essay. "Scrooge McDuck has been subject to the Evil Twin Syndrome since the days of the comics. Flintheart Glomgold looks like everyone's favorite miser, with the addition of a full beard and thicker accent. Glomgold is in many ways like Scrooge: both are of Scottish descent and both made fortunes from meager beginnings. However, McDuck's flaws are magnified in his rival; his lookalike cheats people, the competitive streak becomes cutthroat, and the love of money is full-blown monomania. We get the feeling that Glomgold is a mirror image, only the mirror isn't flat. Even the subtle differences seem to support this theory: the square glasses as opposed to Scrooge's round, the twisted cane--"
"Zzzz..." snored the other six Darkwing Duck delegates.
Negaduck ignored them and continued. "In St. Canard, Darkwing Duck has his own distorted mirror-image. One has to wonder if the late Carl Barks' work inspired the yellow coated renegade, for the episodes 'Ducky Mountain High' and 'My Valentine Ghoul' complement each other..."
"Is it even legal for him to filibuster like that?" whispered Dr. Drakken to Monkey Fist.
Monkey Fist shrugged. "I guess he can get away with it."
"Can't we all?" asked Gill.
"That was from Monica Arredondo's 'From Duckburg to St. Canard: Completing the Parallel.' A masterpiece. Therefore, I must vote for my predecessor, Flintheart Glomgold," finished Negaduck.
McWhirtley sighed. "Let's move on."
Soon the vote was clear: most of the coalition favored the duck over the wolf.
Karnage jumped onto his delegation's table. "I demand a recount!"
"Sit down, Don!" answered the other villains.
"Will someone shut that stupid dog up?" suggested Fat Cat.
"Never!" snarled the head of the Air Pirates.
"OH, FOR WALT'S SAKE, SIT DOWN!" shouted the Coalition.
Karnage slumped into his seat, pouting.
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Gizmoduck glanced around the office as he took his seat next to Neptunia and Stegmutt. "Say, I see most of the heroes Mr. McDuck called, but I don't see the other members of our group yet. Where's Wingy, Morgana, Launchpad, the Quiverwing Quack and her sidekick?"
"Gee, Mr. Gizmoduck," Stegmutt said. "Not that it's my place to say, but isn't this past Quiverwing's bedtime?"
Neptunia snickered. "And Darkwing and Morgana are probably practicing for their honeymoon."
"I heard that, you smart aleck sardine!" came Darkwing Duck's voice, obviously too peeved to do his usual 'I am the terror that flaps in the night' entrance. "Just because you live in an ocean doesn't mean you have an excuse for your mind to be in the gutter."
Morgana McCawber came in behind him. "Dark, dear, I'm upset that we got the call in the middle of our date too, but you don't have to take it out on Neptunia."
"You've got a point, honeywumpus. No offense, Neps."
"None taken," mumbled the mutated fish.
"Keen gear!" the Quiverwing Quack, otherwise known as Gosalyn Mallard, ran in. "Anything that lets me stay up this late is way cool in my book!"
Darkwing looked down at her. "We'll discuss this tomorrow morning, young lady. You're just lucky we didn't notice you and Honker stow away in the Thunderquack until we were approaching the Duckburg city limits."
"And it was too late to turn back," Launchpad as usual was stating the obvious.
Quiverwing smirked. "Yeah. You and Morgana were so ticked off about that date, you didn't notice us until you heard Honker's snoring."
Honker, in the Arrow Kid costume, yawned. "Don't you ever sleep?"
Goliath stretched out his wings. "These are my peak hours."
Elisa Maza, the closest to the coffee machine, filled several cups and placed them on a tray. "I'm so used to working the night shift that sometimes I feel like a gargoyle."
Junior Commissioner Vallejo snatched a cup and drank it in one gulp. "Guatemalan?" He quickly snatched another.
"The horrors of modern-day caffeine," Icarus commented.
Cassandra elbowed the infamous kid who flew too close to the sun. "Good thing you have no access to it in Ancient Greece."
"True, Cassie-wassy, but I can drink as much of it now as I want!" Icarus quickly gulped down two cups of the coffee.
Professor Ludwig von Drake reached for one just as Dr. Sarah Bellum accidentally knocked it over.
The professor drew his hand back from the hot coffee. "Yowzers!"
Dr. Bellum handed him a napkin. "I'm so sorry."
Hearts appeared in von Drake's eyes. "No, excusie me! Are you hurt? Should I call a doctor?"
A duck cupid flittered on the rafters and fired another arrow; this one aimed right at Dr. Bellum. It smiled and flew out the window.
Dr. Bellum giggled, something she rarely did. "Reminds me of the time I hugged the Bunsen burner!"
Scrooge's own sweetheart, Glittering Goldie sat down. "What's all the hullabaloo about?"
"Me?" asked Baloo Bear.
"She meant the middle-of-the-night meeting," grumbled Rebecca Cunningham. She cast a glance toward her daughter, Molly.
Molly was occupied showing Pistol her Bearbie doll, while Kit Cloudkicker looked bored out of his skull.
Gruffi Gummi poured Gummiberry juice into his coffee and raised his glass. "Here's to a good season! Did you hear the one about the Frenchman who wouldn't eat snails? He preferred fast food!"
Cubbi pinched his nose. "Corny!"
"Corn? Where? I'm hungry," Tummi said.
"Huh?" asked Sunni.
"Most people are cranky when they don't get enough sleep," Zummi tried to explain. "And since Gruffi is grouchy when he does get enough sleep --"
"He's cheerful when he doesn't," finished Grammi. "And I thought he was impossible to deal with as a stick in the mud."
Scrooge gently tapped a gavel on his desk. "Everyone, settle down. I'm sure you're wondering why I called you here."
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"I say each delegation has to travel to the House of Mouse together!" declared Duke Igthorn. "There's going to be some heavy traffic, and we don't want anyone to get suspicious."
"You're not Parliamentarian yet," muttered the Evil Manta.
"He will be if no one runs," Ursula whispered back. "The dangers of a one-party system."
"Land politics," sighed the Manta.
Sergeant Dunder raised his hand. "Sirs, madams? Do we have to take the House of Mouse so soon? Shouldn't we wait until we know where we stand in regard to one another?"
Hades practically burst into orange flames. "For Walt's sake, Sergeant Dunder! For once in your life...TAKE A CHANCE!"
The shy Thembrian withdrew.
Hades calmed down, the vivid fire reducing to its regular blue. "We need a new name. House of Villains is too boring. Something with a little more badda-bing will do nicely --"
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"I saw a lot of your enemies. Our enemies. I didn't see much, but it looked like they were having some sort of meeting." Scrooge glanced at his vault nervously. "The Beagle Boys, Flintheart Glomgold, Magica de Spell, and all the other series villains. They must be taking some new approach. So I suggest we unite for our mutual protection."
"More for the mutual protection of your money bin," Ingrid Third said sarcastically.
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"They want to use the House of Mouse for a convention hall?" Mickey Mouse asked.
"Right. We couldn't find a place big enough for our energies," said Loki, lying through his teeth.
Mickey shrugged. "Well, I suppose we could close the doors to everyone else. We didn't have a theme planned for tonight. But a group of series villains? Splitting from the DVA? Isn't that a bit extreme?"
"They aren't exactly splitting from it per se," amended the trickster god. "They're just banding together to assert their own interest. Is that a crime?"
"I guess not," replied Mickey. "Well, I'll tell Donald to put up the announcement."
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"That rule about us having to travel together is so stupid!" complained Quackerjack. "How on earth are the seven of us going to fit in one car?"
"Good t'ing Glomgold let us borrow one of his limos," Steelbeak commented, swinging the keyring on one finger. "I'm driving."
Taurus Bulba opened the right rear door and seating himself. "Traveling in style, eh? Reminds me of the good old days."
Negaduck got into the front passenger seat, then glanced at the rest of the Fearsome Five. "What are you waiting for?"
The Liquidator shrugged and slid in.
Quackerjack shook his head and drew out Mr. Banana Brain. "No way, Jose!" He spoke in his normal voice. "I must sit by the window or I'll get carsick."
"Oh, fine," Bushroot mumbled. "I'll sit in the middle." The plant-duck got into next to the Liquidator. Quackerjack took the window seat.
Megavolt looked into the packed back seat. "Uh, guys? Where do I sit?"
"Just sit in Quacky's lap," growled Steelbeak, turning the key in the ignition.
Megavolt obeyed and slammed the door shut.
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Drakken flipped the switch on the Hovercraft.
There was mechanical whirring, but the craft refused to get off the ground.
"Look like we need to lighten the load a bit," observed Monkey Fist.
"Well, it's my vehicle, I built it, so I get to drive," whined Drakken.
"Oh, stuff it!" Gill snapped. "I'll ride with the Gross Sisters." He leaped off the aircraft, which rose in the air.
Nubia Gross surveyed the small roadster that her sisters had just stolen. "We've got the vehicle, but who's gonna drive it?"
"I will!" announced Bradley Parnassus.
Gill's thick eyebrows shot up. "But you can't drive yet!"
"Well, I disassembled a car once and put it back together, so it shouldn't be too hard."
"I just hope this thing's equipped with airbags," Nubia muttered as she got in.
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Croc climbed into the go-cart, which groaned under his weight. "To infamy!"
Flizzard looked nervous. "Boss, I think we--"
Too late. The go-cart accelerated, zipping through the Land of Wuz before driving right through a dimensional gateway.
"I think we forgot the brakes!"
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"Quackerjack, do you mind?"
"What is it, dandelion-head?"
"Your elbow is right in my shoulder. Can you move it?"
"Not with Megavolt in my lap!"
"I ain't that heavy!" snapped Megavolt.
Taurus Bulba clutched one temple with his right hand. "Don't make me go over there."
The Liquidator flipped on the intercom. "Turn up the air conditioner before I end up on the windows!"
Negaduck flipped the switch. "Just shut up back there!"
Steelbeak barely heard him over the blaring radio. He stepped on the gas pedal, making the automobile accelerate. He then stepped on the brakes and turned sharply into the House of Mouse parking lot. The tall red comb flopped over.
Negaduck picked up his fedora, which had blown off his head. "What the heck was that?"
"I t'aught youse said 'soup up'!"
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Donald extended a hand to Anton Sevarius. "Welcome to my club. Please check in your weapons at the front door."
"Now he tells us," Thailog commented as he and Demona tossed several weapons on the nearby shelves.
There was a crash as a bright red roadster smashed through a wall.
Gill climbed out of the wreck. "Well, that was worth an e-ticket."
"Gawrsh," said Goofy to Clarabelle Cow. "I didn't know Mickey was installing a drive-through window!"
Dragaunus sat at his table with his lackeys. "Every morning, I wake up and thank Walt for the ability to teleport."
"You said it!" called Hades from the next table.
A go-cart whizzed by, nearly running over Max, the parking valet.
Max pushed the soot off his uniform. "Mickey doesn't pay me enough to do this!"
After a few hours, Flintheart addressed his assistant. "Is everybody here?"
"All present and accounted for," McWhirtley answered.
Glomgold checked the clock. "9:02:00. Let's commence the operation."
TBC