"Desist, Bat Girl!" Molly Cunningham leaped onto Scrooge's desk. She was wearing her usual outfit with the addition of a red cape. A colander rested on her head. "Danger Woman will foil your evil plot!"

Pistol, wearing a black cloak, fedora, and mask, leaped onto a chair. "You wish!"

Vallejo sighed as he drank another cup of coffee. He and Cassandra had been given the task of babysitting Molly, Pistol, and Webby while the rest of the series heroes and heroines investigated the goings-on at the House of Mouse.

'Bat Girl' held out a toy wand and pointed it at the junior commissioner. "Don't move, or I'll zap this innocent citizen with my super-laser!"

Great, thought Vallejo. Playing a hostage. This is worse than the time the Safety Patrol made me play Vice Principal Raycliffe in the X Middle School Follies!

In the next room, Webby was in tears.

Oh, great, thought Cassandra. "What's wrong?"

Webby held out her doll, which looked like a miniature version of its owner. "My Quacky Patch doll!" The back seam had split.

The Greek teenager opened Ms. Featherby's desk drawer and found a needle and thread. "I'll try, but I flunked Home Greconomics." Cassandra set the doll in her lap and threaded the needle. The point embedded in her index finger. "Ouch!" Curse you, Ms. Euphrosyne.

Meanwhile, Molly and Pistol had grown tired of acting out Danger Woman and improvised a see-saw with a floorboard -- using Vallejo's stomach as an unwilling fulcrum.

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The dimensional portal opened in Duckburg, depositing the entire Coalition inside Flintheart's spacious estate.

The clock struck six.

Thailog glanced out the window. Dawn was breaking. "Not now!"

The president faced them. "I know that was a defeat, but don't be discouraged."

"I knew it!" came Wraith's voice.

Flintheart ignored him. "Let me remind you that we're the offensive. The heroes will have to beat us every time, but we'd only have to win once."

"So what do you suggest?" asked Dragaunus.

"Do what we always do," replied the Scottish duck. "Take a breather and think of another plan. Besides, we did manage to take over the House of Mouse. We'll reconvene tonight at 6:00 PM to elect our officers and discuss Operation Mousetrap. McWhirtley will pass among you to access the damages." The gavel slammed down.

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The members of the newly founded Alliance of Disney's Animated Protagonists from Television cheered.

Mickey smiled wanly. "If only I hadn't believed Loki and closed the doors to everyone else. Now that the Coalition's gone, we don't have an audience. No audience, no show. Pretty soon Pete's probably going to show up."

Minnie elbowed him. "Mickey Mouse! You've got the makings of a fine audience right here!"

"Gosh, you're right!"

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"Epistaxis secondary to blunt trauma," scribbled McWhirtley on a clipboard. He took out a nasoscope to gaze into Brad's nostrils. "Slight deviation of septum, no fracture. Clotting agent administered five minutes after trauma. No transfusion needed."

The teenager only held the ice pack to his nose and glared.

"At least the swelling's going down," Nubia observed. "Want to join us in a game of Pretzel?"

"I'd rather sit here and sulk."

The eldest Gross sister shrugged. "Your loss."

At one of the parlor tables, Professor Nimnul was binding Mozenrath's right arm into a rigid splint. "Just keep this on until the bone-mending spell kicks in, and it'll be good as new. By the way, how do you move this arm if you've got no muscles there?"

"They call it magic for a reason, Professor." Mozenrath had changed into clean robes and wiped the soot off his face even though his hair was still sticking out at crazy angles from underneath his turban.

"Asphyxia and open hairline fractures of radius and ulna," commented McWhirtley.

Flintheart sat down on the couch and picked up the daily financial report. He sighed.

"What's wrong?" asked Negaduck.

"McDuck is still ahead of me by a few hundred dollars."

"He doesn't deserve the title of richest duck in the world. You do."

"I always did wonder why St. Canard picked Dr. Slug for their Public Enemy Number One."

"Ever wonder how on paper our plans should work, but they never do?" Negaduck took a seat. "The way I see it, you should have toppled McDuck by now. Remember Macaroon?"

"How could I forget? I'd have gotten away with it, if it weren't for those meddling kids. They also spoiled the Duck ala Orange plot."

"You are one brave soul. I'd go crazy if I had to keep a painting of Darkwing over my fireplace for fifteen years!"

"The nanosecond that time is up, I'll rip that canvas to shreds." Flintheart leaned back. "How'd you come up with the hammer trap?"

"I've forgotten how I came up with the idea. I should have stuck around to watch. Darkwing got under my feathers more than usual that day. What was your worst encounter with Scrooge?"

"Probably our first one, when I was still living in South Africa. We decided to unroll our balls of string across Africa's heartland. Though animal stampedes, locusts, and chicanery...they came out even."

"So how'd Scrooge win?"

"You know his number one dime?"

"The one Magica's always complaining about? Yeah."

"He had used string to make himself a dummy cord so he wouldn't lose said dime. That extra string made him the victor."

"So you lost by only a few inches? That's injustice not even I'm capable of inflicting."

McWhirtley approached Dr. Drakken and Dr. Bushroot, who were playing chess. "Any injuries?"

"Just a couple of bruises," Drakken answered. "Ludwig von Drake may be a genius, but he isn't much of a fighter."

"Unfortunately, neither are we," observed Bushroot. "Nothing for me."

"Contusions," the assistant noted.

"So," continued Drakken. "I decided to create new fuses for paper explosives!"

"There's a market for that?"

"Oh course. Completely undetectable polyester. You can even wash them."

"Did it work?"

"Worked a little too well." Drakken ran a gloved finger over his scar. "At least they didn't have to be dry-cleaned."

"Something must have gone way wrong with that experiment," joked Bushroot.

"Look who's talking!"

Quackerjack laughed nuttily as he climbed over the Pretzel mat, careful not to knock anyone else over. Pretzel, a variant on the human world game Twister, is played with a large mat printed with pictures. Players spin a dial to figure which picture to place their hand or foot over, hence the name. The players form a precarious structure. Sooner or later, the structure falls apart. The winner is the player who successfully touches all the assigned pictures before the structure tumbles down.

"My arms hurt," whined Flizzard. He, the Gross Sisters, Toadie, Quackerjack, Monkey Fist, Gill, Douglas, and Al Vermin were crowded together.

"Want to join us?" called Quackerjack to the chess players.

"If it'll get you out of my foliage," Bushroot responded, spinning the dial. He kneeled on the mat, stretching his vine-like arms to reach the corresponding spot on the mat.

Drakken attempted to follow suit, but the structure crumbled.

The mutant plant-duck looked triumphant. "I win."

"Beginner's luck," dismissed Nubia. "Anyone for another round?"

Meanwhile, Lillith DuPrave and Demona (or rather Dominique Destine) were playing tennis.

"I say this is an ideal game for someone who's loved more than a few zeros in her life," remarked Lillith.

"This from the woman whose own mother labeled her a double fault!" the redhead shot back.

The Liquidator took a position swimming in the indoor pool's water...or rather, became part of the pool water.

"What are you standing there for?" asked Abis Mal to Maddog and Dumptruck, who were holding surfboards and wearing swimming trunks.

"We're just waiting for Pete to dive into the pool," replied Maddog.

"Yah," agreed Dumptruck.

At that moment, Pete jumped off the diving board with less grace than a swan. There was a loud splash as he entered the water, and he seemingly proved Archimedes' Principle. "They always put too much water in these things."

The two dogs charged toward the pool. "Surf's up."

Seline happily transformed her temporary legs back into her mermaid's fin and eased into the water. Ursula finished untangling her tentacles and slid in.

"Phooey!" snapped Megavolt. "I can't get near a pool unless I drain all my current. But then again, that mouse did drain my current." He thought a moment, then turned around. "Then again, I better not."

"I used to be the champion breaststroker of my high school," said Taurus Bulba wistfully. "Of course if I tried now, I'd sink like a rock."

Megavolt shrugged. "Some things you never get used to."

Don Karnage approached Shego. "Would you care to go for a ride with me in my private plane, senorita?"

The femme fatale wrinkled her nose and shoved the wolf into the pool. "Don't date outside my own species."

Karnage climbed out, clothes soaked. His fur immediately fluffed out.

Ma Beagle, Cruella, Lady Bane, and Hecate were engaged in a game of bridge. At least that's what they were playing five minutes ago. Now they were accusing each other of cheating.

Hades blasted Siege with a flame. "I love touch football." The Saurian fell over, dropping the ball, but was otherwise unhurt. The god of the underworld was on the same team as Croc, Igthorn, and the four Beagle Boys. The other team was composed of Siege, Sevarius, Pain, Panic, Steelbeak, Moltoc, and Asteroth.

The author shudders to think of what these guys consider tackle football.

"Dunder!" yelled Colonel Spigot. "Get me another ice pack for this black eye!"

Mechanicles held out a garment bag to Fat Cat. "There. Good as new."

Fat Cat was wrapped in a suede robe. The overweight feline had to take a heavy bath to get all the dirt out of his fur. "How dare that stupid parrot dump a potted plant over my head!"

Mechanicles took out a scroll. "Fulfill duty as Coalition Custodian, check." He took out a mirror and made sure he had wiped every trace of mud off his face. "That duck fought dirty! And she's got even pouffier hair than Aladdin!"

Magica sniffed as Sadira was picking the pink substance out of her hair and clothes.

Signor Senior, Senior crumpled up the newspaper article he was reading -- "Taking Care of Your Problem Child." He tossed it in the trashbin. "Why are children so disobedient?"

"Tell me about it," agreed the Evil Manta. "My son wants to be an artist rather than a criminal mastermind. Go figure. Teach them wrong from right, and this is the thanks you get."

"My son fell in love with Kim Possible! Even spent my torpedo money sending her flowers!"

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"The ADAPT, huh?" asked Mickey. "With Scrooge in charge?"

"Aye, laddie. Wait...what's wrong with me in charge?"

"You're cheap!"

The entire ADAPT except their leader cracked up.

Scrooge shook his head. "I'm simply thrifty, Mickey. And for that reason, I nominate Rebecca Cunningham as Treasurer of our organization."

"Me?" asked Rebecca. She blushed. "This is an honor."

"Anyone against this?" asked Scrooge.

No one spoke.

"I accept then," Rebecca finished.

"I'll need someone to back me," commented Scrooge. He turned to Gruffi Gummi. "I say you should do it."

"I'm flattered," replied the Gummi bear. "But I distrust those outside of my species. I'm not as bad as Ursa, though. But I have trouble keeping my subordinates in line as it is."

"Subordinates?" fumed Grammi.

"Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely, Gruffamundo," commented Gusto.

"Stop calling me that, Augustus!" Gruffi turned to Goliath. "I say you should be Vice President. You're respected by everyone and you're a diplomat."

"I tend to be stuck in the tenth century," admitted the gargoyle, who turned to Wildwing. "You'd do a better job at it than me."

"Me?" asked Wildwing. "Why?"

"You've successfully stalemated Draguanus," Mallory snapped. "Why wouldn't you be a good vice president?"

"If Canard were here, we'd be back on Puckworld. I'm just a stand-in."

"Look," began Scrooge. "Canard gave you that mask because he knew you could do it. He believed in you. I believe in you."

"So do I," chorused the others.

"Besides, I can't help but favor my own species," the president of the ADAPT remarked. Everybody laughed again. "The position is yours, Wildwing. Do as you like with it! Anyway, our next office is Historian."

A bobcat dressed in a police uniform leaped up. "Me, me, pick me! I will fill a scrapbook and keep accurate records so the whole Disney World will know our exploits!"

"Bonkers may have been a movie star, but he's turning into a ham," Elisa whispered to her best friend, Miranda. Miranda only giggled.

"Anyone else want the job?" asked Scrooge. No objections. "All right, lad. It's all yours. Next office I nominate Hercules for. The Main Muscle. I think the description is self-explanatory."

"Oh, really?" cried Hercules. "I get to be an officer?!" He had an epiphany: as a hero, he was supposed to be modest. "I mean, I humbly accept the position."

"Next position I have no idea who should fill," continued the president. "Secretary."

"How about Butterbear?" piped up Eleroo. "She's pretty organized."

"Understatement of the year," amended Hoppo.

Butterbear blushed. "If no one else wants it."

No one else did.

"I have no idea about the next one. Villain Distractor."

The Justice Ducks pointed to their own leader.

Darkwing looked rather indignant. "Me? Nothing but the distraction? Don't be ridiculous!"

"The job requires quick reflexes, great dramatic timing, and a sharp tongue -- all of which you have in spades from what Gizmoduck's told me."

"Gizmoduck actually said something nice about me?" asked the purple-coated duck in bewilderment.

"Sure, Wingy," answered the armored duck. "I don't agree with your approach, but hey, you're efficient."

"In that case, I'll take it," declared Darkwing.

"Yes!" cried Ron, rushing up to shake the caped canard's hand. "If you are as happy about getting this job as I am leaving it, you're the happiest duck in the Disney World!" He turned to face the others, who were snickering. "What's so funny?"

"Moving on," Scrooge interrupted. "Next office is Magic Consultant. Genie, would you mind?"

"Well, I'm free, so my powers are only semi-phenomenal and nearly-cosmic, but..." Genie morphed into the Little Engine That Could. "I think I can, I think I can!"

"Next is Parliamentarian. Any ideas?"

"It'd probably be a police officer," commented Brooklyn.

Everyone looked at Elisa, who shrugged. "Why not? I took a few law courses in college."

"Chief Strategist?"

Jasmine shoved her husband forward.

Aladdin swallowed. "If you think I'd do a good job."

"Last, but not least, is Technical Director." Scrooge finished. "Anyone willing to give it a shot?" Nothing. "Then I guess I'll have to appoint one." He turned to the Rescue Rangers. "Think you can handle it, Gadget?"

"I'm self-taught, but you never know until you try, right?"

"We'll select our adjunct officers next meeting," Scrooge said, glancing at the clock. "I have money to make!"

"Don't worry," Moosel reassured. "It's gonna work out fine."

The Alliance dispersed.

Daisy finished typing out the guest list for the records.

It currently read:

The Alliance of Disney's Animated Protagonists from Television:

Scrooge McDuck

Bumblelion

Butterbear

Eleroo

Hoppo

Moosel

Rhinokey

Augustus "Gusto" Gummi

Princess Calla of Dunwyn

Page Cavin

Gruffi Gummi

Zummi Gummi

Tummi Gummi

Grammi Gummi

Sunni Gummi

Cubbi Gummi

Webbigail Vanderquack

Duckworth

Mrs. Beakley

Launchpad McQuack

Goldie O' Gilt

Hueson "Huey" Duck

Deuteronomy "Dewey" Duck

Louis "Louie" Duck

Gyro Gearloose

Gizmoduck

Chip

Dale

Gadget

Monterey Jack

Zipper

Foxglove

Baloo Bear

Rebecca Cunningham

Molly Cunningham

Kit Cloudkicker

Wildcat

Darkwing Duck

Morgana McCawber

Quiverwing Quack

Arrow Kid

Neptunia

Stegmutt

J. Gander Hooter

Vladimir Gryzlikoff

Dr. Sarah Bellum

Max

PJ

Peg

Pistol

Bonkers T. Bobcat

Miranda Wright

Ariel

Urchin

Sebastian

Flounder

Aladdin

Princess Jasmine of Agrabah

Abu

Iago

Genie

Carpet

Thundra

Eden

Razoul

Goliath

Hudson

Broadway

Brooklyn

Lexington

Angela

Bronx

Elisa Maza

Wildwing

Mallory

Nosedive

Duke

Grin

Tanya

Captain Klegghorn

Hercules

Icarus

Cassandra

Pegasus

Philoctetes

Penny Proud

Kim Possible

Ron Stoppable

Rufus

Wade

Chief O' Hara

Ludwig von Drake

Cornelius Fillmore

Ingrid Third

Junior Commissioner Vallejo

The end...or is it?

Fic dedicated to Aletheia Regier