From this chapter on, any quotations in itallics clarifies narrative dialogue overlapping the scene taking place. Hopefully that won't cause too much confusions. The next chapter will be longer, I promise! And of course, reviews are always welcome :)
A mallard in his mid to late 30's sat on the opposite side of the desk of St. Canard's District Attorney. His plumage was snow white and his eyes were a piercing green, although his right of the set was covered by an eye patch. Although he was sitting down in a chair, his left leg was twisted in such a way that it announced a walking handicap acquired during a mishap of one of his past criminal events. The mallard was Draco Brent, who had been brought in by the authorities due to his past record of car hijacking and fraud instances. But he was brought in not as a convict, but as a witness.
"St. Canard, about six weeks ago. A truck loaded with stripped gun parts got jacked outside of Queens. The driver didn't see anybody aside from a figure dressed in a coat and hat concealing any distinguishing characteristics. But somebody messed up big time. He heard a voice. Sometimes, that's all you need…." Draco confessed to the D.A. and the supervisors in the room.
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SIX WEEKS AGO:
"Oh, my sweet darling! I don't know what I would do without you to light up my life!" Megavolt swooned to the small 60 watt light bulb in his hand that he was praising. Just as he puckered and pressed his lips to the bulb, there was a loud crash from behind him. The super villain spun around just in time to see a hoard of police officers swarm into the main room of his lighthouse hideout and yelped in surprise. "Yipes! Don't you guys ever knock??" he exclaimed as he quickly hid the light bulb behind him.
The police officers surrounded Megavolt, armed should the electric rodent try to escape. "Megavolt! You're under arrest and coming with us!" one of the lead officers demanded.
"Over my dead batteries!" Megavolt shot back with narrowed eyes. He then lifted his gloved hands and wriggles his fingers, causing sparks of electricity to dance between his hands. But before the villain could defend himself, an officer pulled out a shock gun and fired it at Megavolt. A clip with a cord attached to it which connected it to the gun the officer was holding shot out and attached itself to Megavolt. The villain looked down at his chest where the mechanism was attached to him and then jerked violently. The device had sent a shock through him, draining him of all his electrical power and energy.
"W-wow…!" Megavolt exclaimed before falling forward to the ground. Several of the officers grabbed a hold of the rodent criminal and proceeded to remove him from the hideout.
***
"Need to come up with a plan to inflict financial bankruptcy on the innocent! The Liquidator's schemes are 99% guaranteed!" the Liquidator quipped as he ran through the plans of his latest plot aloud to himself in his hideout. There was the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him and he turned around to face the Chief of Police of St. Canard and several other officers. "And that 1% occurs when the city's police force interferes!" he added in annoyance, glowering at the police defiantly.
"Liquidator, we have a warrant! You're coming with us!" the Chief declared and pointed at the villain. "Get 'im, boys!" he shouted. The officers responded by pulling out large cleaning sponges and throwing themselves at the Liquidator. Before the villain could react, he had been taken by surprise and soaked up into the sponges. To prevent him from escaping, he was then squeezed out in a large metal container with a tightly sealed lid.
***
"Quackerjack! On your feet now! You're going downtown!" The Chief barked as he and his officers stood beside the child-like bed where the crazy toy-maker was sleeping soundly in his pajamas. His notorious friend, Mr. Banana Brain, was gripped tightly in the villain's arms as he curled up into a tight ball. Quackerjack grinned widely with his eyes still closed as he held up Mr. Banana Brain towards the cops.
"And Mr. Banana Brain says: 'Why don't you leave, Steve??'" Quackerjack said in his second voice as Mr. Banana Brain. The police officers looked at one another and then shrugged before reached down and taking a firm hold of the jester criminal by his sleepwear. While the villain remained 'asleep,' the officers proceeded to carry Quackerjack out of his hideout.
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"Oh, Dark! I always love going out for our anniversary!" Morgana cooed from across the small table set in the middle of a gloomy cemetery as she stared forward with a smile at Darkwing, her true love.
Darkwing made the attempt to give Morgana a smile in return that didn't appear to be fake. "Err, eheh, right, Morgana! But…didn't we agree last year that we would try someplace else this year?" he queried hesitantly, trying to inconspicuously shift his eye sback and forth at their surroundings.
Morgana blinked and instantly frowned darkly at the masked mallard, placing her hands firmly on the table in front of her. "What's the matter, Dark? You don't like my preference of fine dining??" she accused, her eyes flashing a blazing red. Darkwing let out a slight yep and held his hands up in front of him in defense with a sheepish grin.
"Oh, no no no! Not at all, Morg! This is perfectly fine as long as I'm spending time with you…!" the hero quickly recovered with a wide smiled to win his tempered girlfriend over. The ploy worked. Morgana's eyes returned to their normal green and she sat back down in her seat again with a wide smile.
"Oh, good! That's so nice of you, Dark!" she commented, leaning forward on the table and gazing at Darkwing lovingly. Darkwing mimicked her actions and the two continued to gaze at one another until a shadow loomed over the two from the side. The sudden presence of someone else jolted the two out of their star-crossed stupor and Darkwing looked to the side.
"Oh! Well, hello, Chief!" Darkwing greeted the Chief innocently. "What can I do for you and…" he began, then stopped in mid-sentence as he noticed a black-suited man standing beside the Chief, "…and your, uhh, friend?"
Morgana sighed loudly and rolled her eyes as she sat back in her chair with a bored and impatient scowl on her face, signifying that she was not pleased that their date had been interrupted once again. Whenever the police or SHUSH showed up during one of their dates, it usually meant that their date was canceled so that Darkwing could chase after some felon the authorities couldn't catch.
"Darkwing Duck, this is Agent Cujo from SHUSH. He is leading an investigation involving the hijacking of a truck carrying some very valuable gun parts. We're lining up possible suspects. I'm afraid you're going to have to come with us."
Darkwing's eyes widened as he stood up out of the chair, then suddenly smiled and laughed heartily. "that's a good one, Chief! Is this some kind of April Fool's joke? Because I'll admit, you almost had me there!" he commented with a laugh. When he realized no one else was laughing, the hero looked back up at the Chief and frowned. "Wait, it's not April Fool's Day. You're serious, aren't you?"
"Dark, darling? Is everything alright?" Morgana interjected as she rose from her own chair, a look of concern on her face. Before Darkwing could answer, the Chief answered.
"I'm afraid this is no joke and quite serious, Darkwing. There is word from other witnesses that we have to consider. This is just for a line-up. For all we know, you'll probably be in and out of there in no time. You can help us and yourself out by coming with us now willingly" the Chief explain.
Darkwing hesitated for a long moment. Was this really happening? Him, Darkwing Duck, being accused of being a suspect of a crime? But at this point, he had no choice. "Alright, Chief. I'll play along with this little game. Let's just get it over with."
Before making his leave with the police, Darkwing turned back to Morgana and took her hands in his, looking up at her sincerely. "Don't worry, Morg. There's nothing they can pin on me. I'll be out of there in no time and I'll catch up with you later." The hero then gave his lady a tender kiss on the cheek before turning and retreating.
A mallard in his mid to late 30's sat on the opposite side of the desk of St. Canard's District Attorney. His plumage was snow white and his eyes were a piercing green, although his right of the set was covered by an eye patch. Although he was sitting down in a chair, his left leg was twisted in such a way that it announced a walking handicap acquired during a mishap of one of his past criminal events. The mallard was Draco Brent, who had been brought in by the authorities due to his past record of car hijacking and fraud instances. But he was brought in not as a convict, but as a witness.
"St. Canard, about six weeks ago. A truck loaded with stripped gun parts got jacked outside of Queens. The driver didn't see anybody aside from a figure dressed in a coat and hat concealing any distinguishing characteristics. But somebody messed up big time. He heard a voice. Sometimes, that's all you need…." Draco confessed to the D.A. and the supervisors in the room.
**********
SIX WEEKS AGO:
"Oh, my sweet darling! I don't know what I would do without you to light up my life!" Megavolt swooned to the small 60 watt light bulb in his hand that he was praising. Just as he puckered and pressed his lips to the bulb, there was a loud crash from behind him. The super villain spun around just in time to see a hoard of police officers swarm into the main room of his lighthouse hideout and yelped in surprise. "Yipes! Don't you guys ever knock??" he exclaimed as he quickly hid the light bulb behind him.
The police officers surrounded Megavolt, armed should the electric rodent try to escape. "Megavolt! You're under arrest and coming with us!" one of the lead officers demanded.
"Over my dead batteries!" Megavolt shot back with narrowed eyes. He then lifted his gloved hands and wriggles his fingers, causing sparks of electricity to dance between his hands. But before the villain could defend himself, an officer pulled out a shock gun and fired it at Megavolt. A clip with a cord attached to it which connected it to the gun the officer was holding shot out and attached itself to Megavolt. The villain looked down at his chest where the mechanism was attached to him and then jerked violently. The device had sent a shock through him, draining him of all his electrical power and energy.
"W-wow…!" Megavolt exclaimed before falling forward to the ground. Several of the officers grabbed a hold of the rodent criminal and proceeded to remove him from the hideout.
***
"Need to come up with a plan to inflict financial bankruptcy on the innocent! The Liquidator's schemes are 99% guaranteed!" the Liquidator quipped as he ran through the plans of his latest plot aloud to himself in his hideout. There was the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him and he turned around to face the Chief of Police of St. Canard and several other officers. "And that 1% occurs when the city's police force interferes!" he added in annoyance, glowering at the police defiantly.
"Liquidator, we have a warrant! You're coming with us!" the Chief declared and pointed at the villain. "Get 'im, boys!" he shouted. The officers responded by pulling out large cleaning sponges and throwing themselves at the Liquidator. Before the villain could react, he had been taken by surprise and soaked up into the sponges. To prevent him from escaping, he was then squeezed out in a large metal container with a tightly sealed lid.
***
"Quackerjack! On your feet now! You're going downtown!" The Chief barked as he and his officers stood beside the child-like bed where the crazy toy-maker was sleeping soundly in his pajamas. His notorious friend, Mr. Banana Brain, was gripped tightly in the villain's arms as he curled up into a tight ball. Quackerjack grinned widely with his eyes still closed as he held up Mr. Banana Brain towards the cops.
"And Mr. Banana Brain says: 'Why don't you leave, Steve??'" Quackerjack said in his second voice as Mr. Banana Brain. The police officers looked at one another and then shrugged before reached down and taking a firm hold of the jester criminal by his sleepwear. While the villain remained 'asleep,' the officers proceeded to carry Quackerjack out of his hideout.
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"Oh, Dark! I always love going out for our anniversary!" Morgana cooed from across the small table set in the middle of a gloomy cemetery as she stared forward with a smile at Darkwing, her true love.
Darkwing made the attempt to give Morgana a smile in return that didn't appear to be fake. "Err, eheh, right, Morgana! But…didn't we agree last year that we would try someplace else this year?" he queried hesitantly, trying to inconspicuously shift his eye sback and forth at their surroundings.
Morgana blinked and instantly frowned darkly at the masked mallard, placing her hands firmly on the table in front of her. "What's the matter, Dark? You don't like my preference of fine dining??" she accused, her eyes flashing a blazing red. Darkwing let out a slight yep and held his hands up in front of him in defense with a sheepish grin.
"Oh, no no no! Not at all, Morg! This is perfectly fine as long as I'm spending time with you…!" the hero quickly recovered with a wide smiled to win his tempered girlfriend over. The ploy worked. Morgana's eyes returned to their normal green and she sat back down in her seat again with a wide smile.
"Oh, good! That's so nice of you, Dark!" she commented, leaning forward on the table and gazing at Darkwing lovingly. Darkwing mimicked her actions and the two continued to gaze at one another until a shadow loomed over the two from the side. The sudden presence of someone else jolted the two out of their star-crossed stupor and Darkwing looked to the side.
"Oh! Well, hello, Chief!" Darkwing greeted the Chief innocently. "What can I do for you and…" he began, then stopped in mid-sentence as he noticed a black-suited man standing beside the Chief, "…and your, uhh, friend?"
Morgana sighed loudly and rolled her eyes as she sat back in her chair with a bored and impatient scowl on her face, signifying that she was not pleased that their date had been interrupted once again. Whenever the police or SHUSH showed up during one of their dates, it usually meant that their date was canceled so that Darkwing could chase after some felon the authorities couldn't catch.
"Darkwing Duck, this is Agent Cujo from SHUSH. He is leading an investigation involving the hijacking of a truck carrying some very valuable gun parts. We're lining up possible suspects. I'm afraid you're going to have to come with us."
Darkwing's eyes widened as he stood up out of the chair, then suddenly smiled and laughed heartily. "that's a good one, Chief! Is this some kind of April Fool's joke? Because I'll admit, you almost had me there!" he commented with a laugh. When he realized no one else was laughing, the hero looked back up at the Chief and frowned. "Wait, it's not April Fool's Day. You're serious, aren't you?"
"Dark, darling? Is everything alright?" Morgana interjected as she rose from her own chair, a look of concern on her face. Before Darkwing could answer, the Chief answered.
"I'm afraid this is no joke and quite serious, Darkwing. There is word from other witnesses that we have to consider. This is just for a line-up. For all we know, you'll probably be in and out of there in no time. You can help us and yourself out by coming with us now willingly" the Chief explain.
Darkwing hesitated for a long moment. Was this really happening? Him, Darkwing Duck, being accused of being a suspect of a crime? But at this point, he had no choice. "Alright, Chief. I'll play along with this little game. Let's just get it over with."
Before making his leave with the police, Darkwing turned back to Morgana and took her hands in his, looking up at her sincerely. "Don't worry, Morg. There's nothing they can pin on me. I'll be out of there in no time and I'll catch up with you later." The hero then gave his lady a tender kiss on the cheek before turning and retreating.