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"Wow Darkwing Duck, this is beautiful!"
Nega-Gosalyn's voice echoed in the wide expanse of Darkwing Tower.
"Beautiful? Ya really think so?" Darkwing asked, now admiring his hideout with new eyes.
With a small nod and a smile, Nega-Gosalyn took in her surroundings. The tower was no longer the veritable death chamber Negaduck had warped his into, but an amazing room of top secret weapons and fun-looking gadgets.
"I'm going to call home to check up on Gosalyn – er, this Gosalyn, okay Gosalyn?" Darkwing said awkwardly.
"Sure Darkwing Duck!" Nega-Gosalyn replied in a sweet voice.
The mallard headed toward the phone, but heard the soft taps of dress shoes as he did so. He turned around to see Nega-Gosalyn following him like a lost puppy. She said nor expected nothing but just simply smiled at him. Finding this a tad peculiar, Darkwing questioned, "Gos usually watches cartoons when she gets home…eh, what do you like to do?"
"Normally I start my homework, but I left it back in the Negaverse. But I don't mind cartoons. Whatever pleases you Darkwing!"
Not knowing exactly how to respond, Darkwing lead her to the television and flipped it on.
"What's that infernal show my Gos always watches…'Wacky Willy?' Yeah, that's it…but then there's always that stupid wrestling…what would you like to watch kiddo?"
"You may choose."
"No that's okay, your choice."
"No no, I insist that you choose."
"Of course not, it's entirely up to you."
"I don't mind, have your choice."
Darkwing blinked while Nega-Gosalyn giggled. Smirking slightly the crime fighter suggested, "How about some good ol' fashioned channel surfing?"
He skipped through the channels until finally landing on "Pelican's Island."
"Jeez, is this always on? Hey, looks like they're finally gonna get off the island – "
Before he could switch the channel a loud voice cut in –
"We interrupt your current program for this important announcement."
"What, Tom Lockjaw got a new toupee?" Darkwing mocked.
"Good evening fine citizens of St. Canard!" came a raspy, familiar voice.
Nega-Gosalyn gasped in shock and Darkwing nearly dropped the remote as Negaduck's face appeared on the screen.
"Negaduck here with this week's crime threat. This one's a special dedication to everyone's favorite mistake, Darkwing Yuck."
"That's Darkwing DUCK!" the mallard growled, leaning close to the televison.
Negaduck played the camera overdramatically as he announced, "Since you've got a snowball's chance in hell of catching me, I'm giving you a little head's up on my whereabouts tonight. In other words – listen up ya moronic purple yutz!"
"Aw that was cute," Darkwing muttered sarcastically.
"When you see what I plan on accomplishing tonight, it'll send you straight through the ROOF," Negaduck hissed, placing an odd emphasis on the word 'roof', "I'm BANKing on you picking up on the obvious hints I'm leaving you. In fact, this may be my FIRST, NATIONAL, broadcast. Can't wait to meet and beat you Darkding ol' pal. We now return to your regularly scheduled program. Losers."
Negaduck's smug grin disappeared and was replaced by the Skipper and Little Buddy.
"Obvious hints? What obvious hints?!" Darkwing cried.
Nega-Gosalyn frowned.
"Um, what about the way he said first national? And bank, and roof?"
Darkwing didn't hear her, and instead began pacing.
"However…I did notice the miniscule blotch of taronga plant pollen on his shirt collar. Taronga plants are only indigenous to the south of Botswana!"
Nega-Gosalyn tugged his cape lightly and said, "Excuse me Darkwing Duck, I don't mean to be rude, but I believe Negaduck is going to be on the roof of the First National Ba – "
Unfazed, Darkwing continued, "BUT, I know for a fact that the director of the St. Canard First National Bank has a fetish for these fantastic flora. He keeps them next to the entrance of the stairwell that leads straight to the roof! Negaduck must've stopped by earlier today to scope the place out, THEREFORE brushing against the taronga plant and receiving that blotch on his collar! AHA! Boy, am I a genius or what?"
Nega-Gosalyn stifled another giggle and agreed, "Yes, you sure are."
"Okay, I've gotta call LP and tell him I'll meet him on the Ratcatcher. Be a good girl Gos – heck, I don't have to tell you that," Darkwing said, patting her shoulder affectionately, "And don't worry, nobody knows about Darkwing Tower. You'll be safe and sound. By the end of the night Negaduck will be behind bars. Again."
With that the masked mallard leapt onto the Ratcatcher and zoomed down the heavy steel cable, already dialing Launchpad via the onboard computer. Nega-Gosalyn sighed as she watched him leave. The tower seemed strangely cold and empty without his presence. Nagging her the most however, was the fact that he was going to see Negaduck.
The duckling refused to believe Darkwing's declaration of her former guardian's malevolence. After all, the two mallards shared the same tendency to exaggerate. For months Negaduck had told her nothing but completely heinous things about Darkwing; how horrible he was, how ugly his cape was, all of which she learned were false. Darkwing was guilty too – always pointing out his opposite's negative attributes and never the positive that Nega-Gosalyn knew existed. They each had their faults. But given the strange circumstances, for every positive there was a negative, and vice versa. They were equal in their own twisted way, and it seemed only she was capable of seeing that.
The redhead subconsciously reached down and felt the hard object hidden in her pocket. It was a secret. One that she hadn't told anyone about. Not Nega-Tank, not even the Friendly Four. It was a gift she had intended for someone in particular, and now that she knew that someone was alive and kicking…
Nega-Gosalyn suddenly felt her foot bump against something on the floor. She looked down and saw Darkwing's buzz saw cufflinks, apparently forgotten.
"Oh dear," she murmured, picking them up, "Darkwing probably needs these."
She looked longingly out the tower window and into the night sky. She would have no problem getting off the bridge, she had done it a dozen times back in the Negaverse…but Darkwing had implied that she stayed here. And he trusted her. However, he must need his cufflinks, and it would give her an excuse to see her true guardian…
Surprised at her own rebelliousness, Nega-Gosalyn creapt out of Darkwing Tower.
Darkwing swung the Ratcatcher onto Avian Way. He had to think up a darn good story as to why Launchpad couldn't just take a spin on the blue chairs and meet him at the tower.
"Gee LP, I'm hiding my daughter from another universe in the tower and I didn't want you to see her just yet. How'd I meet her? Oh, just fell into a birthday cake!" Darkwing mused, "Yeah, like that would work."
He had to think of something good…something…something…
Darkwing's eyelids began to droop as the Ratcatcher's engine lulled him to sleep.
Thunk!
Darkwing awoke suddenly.
"What the…" he babbled as he blinked the dreariness out of his eyes.
He looked behind him and noticed the road kill that had up until just now been a squirrel.
"Oopsie."
Darkwing pulled up to 537 Avian Way, glad that his sidekick would never have to know that he had just fallen asleep at the wheel.
Negaduck strode through the dark lobby of the St. Canard First National Bank, a mixture of confidence and fury on his face. The terrified security guards watched helplessly from the corner where they sat bound and gagged. Negaduck's elongated shadow floated over them like a black, silent death.
The Fearsome Four followed their leader nervously.
"So…" Quackerjack began, choosing his words wisely, "do you think the Darkwimp'll pick up on your hints boss?"
"Are you kidding? That was just to make him look bad."
"Then how's he supposed to find us?"
"Simple. I put some taronga plant pollen on my shirt. If that doesn't catch his attention nothing will."
"Uh, sure, whatever you say," Quackerjack muttered as he and Megavolt exchanged quizzical looks.
"A taronga plant," Bushroot sighed dreamily.
The Fearsome Five stepped out onto the roof. Quackerjack wrapped the tendrils of his hat around his face to block out the crisp night air while Liquidator began checking for frost. Negaduck crouched behind a large exhaust pipe. His fatigue gave way to pure adrenaline. He had gotten over his anger now, and revenge was the blood pulsing through his brain.
"Now w-what?" Bushroot asked.
Negaduck stared forward coldly.
"We wait."
"WATCH IT DW!"
"Huh?"
The Ratcatcher barely missed being crushed between two oncoming trucks.
Launchpad uncovered his eyes and breathed, "You just ran a red light!"
"I did?" Darkwing asked, "Oh. Sorry."
The pilot sighed heavily.
"I'm not kidding Darkwing. You NEED sleep. Pronto."
"And I'M not kidding when I say that we need to trounce the Fearsome Five!" Darkwing retorted.
The crime fighter came to halt a block away from the St. Canard First National Bank.
Darkwing hopped off his bike and said, "Ok LP, you handle the Fearsome Four while I take care of Negaduck. I have special gas cartridges from SHUSH that should have that delusional duck crying for mercy, if you catch my drift. Then I'll heroically help you finish off the rest of those felons. Got it?"
"Got it, I guess."
"Good. Then let's get dangerous!"
With no visible companion to converse with, Gosalyn had settled with staring at the ceiling as she chatted with "Mr. Waddlemeyer."
"So then I made Tank laugh so hard that chunks of pineapple totally came out his nose!" she exclaimed.
Mr. Waddlemeyer chuckled.
"Ha ha, you are a very funny little girl. What about this Drake Mallard? Does he think you are funny?"
Gosalyn shrugged and replied casually, "Sometimes I guess. It kinda depends on what I do. Like two weeks ago I accidentally set a small fire in his closet – okay, a big fire – and he didn't think that was funny. Nope, didn't think that was very funny at all…"
"Now see, I find your antics highly amusing. You are only a child once, and a true father would appreciate their daughter's active mind."
"Heh, thanks."
"What about the beasts you fancy so much? Does Drake Mallard find those amusing?"
"Eh, no, he thinks they're warping my fragile mind or something."
"What is your latest creature?" Mr. Waddlemeyer prodded.
"Spine Snapper, the two-headed bird of prey," Gosalyn replied, "He's this huge zombie bird that makes this bloodcurdling screech and breaks spines and cool stuff like that!"
"Excellent. I have a question for you."
"What's that?"
"Would you like to be Spine Snapper for a little while?"
"Keen gear, would I?! That'd be so epic, sign me up!" the duckling gushed.
"Okay then, I need you to lay back and relax, and just concentrate very hard on your Spine Snapper. I'll do the rest. Concentrate my dear, concentrate."
Gosalyn scrunched her face in concentration, squeezing her eyes shut. She tried to picture the gnarled beaks, the blood red eyes, the deadly talons…she felt so groggy…she was drifting to sleep…
A loud snore echoed through the night.
"Wake up Megavolt!" Quackerjack hissed and smacked his friend upside the head.
"E equals MC squared!" blurted a startled Megavolt.
Liquidator flexed his muscles nervously.
"The LIQidator's going to frost over soon!" he announced.
"It's early September, shut yer yap!" Negaduck growled.
"This is so boring!" Bushroot whined, "When's that duck going to show up?"
Negaduck counted down casually, "Five…four…three…two…"
"I am the terror that flaps in the night!"
A smug grin formed on Negaduck's face.
"I am the crashed hard drive that deletes all of your files! I, am Darkwing Duck!"
"Tell me Fartwing, which did your finely tuned senses pick up first – the pollen I put on my jacket or the fact that I said 'first' 'national' and 'bank' loud for all to hear?" Negaduck asked snidely.
Darkwing's brow furrowed.
"Nevermind," Negaduck snarled, "Sick 'em boys!"
Too afraid of displeasing their boss, the Fearsome Four reacted hastily. Instead of an electrifying zap or a vicious vine whip, the super villains merely lunged at Darkwing and Launchpad.
"No – what do you think you're doing?!" Negaduck bellowed.
The two heroes easily sidestepped out of the way, and the Fearsome Four landed in a heap.
"That worked like a charm," Megavolt grumbled as his teammates tried to untangle themselves.
Darkwing Duck grinned at Launchpad.
"Doesn't look like you'll have much a problem pal. I'll help you as soon as I'm done kicking some Nega-tail feathers!"
He spun around, only to barely miss the angry swing of Negaduck's fist.
"No one likes a sucker shot Negajerk!" he snapped.
As he glowered at his opponent, Darkwing couldn't help but notice the slump in his shoulders and his bloodshot eyes.
"Seems like you missed your nap," he jeered.
Negaduck retorted, "You don't look so bright eyed and bushy tailed yourself Doofwing. Now do me a favor and don't make too much of a mess as I pound your face in!"
The villain growled and charged at Darkwing, who struggled to deflect his attack.
"What're you so mad at me for all of the sudden?!" the masked mallard shrieked.
"It's all your fault!" Negaduck roared.
"What is?!"
"Everything!"
"Oh yeah I'm sure."
"I used to go from here to the Negaverse whenever I felt like it," Negaduck seethed, "but then you came along, Mr. I-Pull-Universal-Plugs-Whenever-I-Damn-Well-Please, and screwed everything up! You made me sink so low as to go ask your creepy girlfriend to open it up for me! I tried everything – schmoosing, bribery, the works – and she STILL wouldn't open the portal!"
Darkwing clenched his fists.
"You went to Morgana's?!"
"What did you think all that chocolate and perfume crap was for? A WEDDING?!"
"Well, I dunno…never you mind! The point here is that you and villainous wiles upset Morgana!"
"Eh, I don't think that's what upset her. I was a little annoyed and told her I'd hunt your blood for revenge," Negaduck mused offhandedly.
"THAT'S IT!" Darkwing bellowed.
The two mallards readied themselves for another brawl. Before either one could lift a finger, an ear-piecing squawk resonated throughout the night. The cry was so shrill that pain thundered in their eardrums, and the two quickly covered their ears.
Squinting and gritting his teeth, Negaduck screamed, "What in Satan's name is that racket?!"
"I have no idea!" Darkwing screamed back.
The night had been relatively silent for Launchpad and the Fearsome Four, save for the sound of their own scuffling, but now they could only stare as Darkwing and Negaduck covered their ears and screamed at each other.
"I must be going deaf – oh no, I'm getting old!" Megavolt wailed, sticking a finger in his ear.
"I don't know about you fellas but I don't hear anything," Launchpad commented.
"Nope, looks like the two caped kooks are a few French fries short of a Quacky Meal," Quackerjack added amidst the screaming.
Darkwing pressed his hands harder against his ears, trying desperately to block out the sound.
"I sense a massive migraine on the rise," he moaned.
Negaduck looked left and right. Where was that annoying noise coming from?
Suddenly a strange movement caught the corner of his eye. From the edge of the building rose a giant, black creature. A bird, from the looks of its long, scraggly wings. The villain stepped back, taking in its size. He and Darkwing could easily jump on its back with room to spare.
The bird lowered its great head, its vicious beak inches from Negaduck's own. One fiery red eye seemed to burn into him as it scrutinized his every detail.
The creature shifted, now staring at him with a second eye, and a third, and a fourth –
Negaduck shook his head in disbelief. Four eyes? That must mean…
Two heads. The bird had two heads.
Negaduck simply gaped, too stunned for words. Darkwing, completely oblivious to the monstrous creature, was backing towards Negaduck in a cautious manner when they collided.
"Hey Negs, the noise stopped, did you figure out what the heck's going on yet?" he asked.
Negaduck tapped his shoulder weakly.
"What?!" Darkwing snapped, then noticed his opposite's open-mouthed expression. Negaduck pointed wordlessly and Darkwing followed his gesture to the two fiendish heads. The crime fighter paled beneath his mask.
"Oh," he squeaked.
The two mallards barely had time to duck as the bird snapped for their throats. They yelped simultaneously and sprinted in the opposite direction. The bird took flight with a warlike shriek and tore after its prey.
"Duck!" Darkwing screamed as the huge creature swooped towards them.
"Do you think you're being funny?" Negaduck asked pointedly.
Darkwing shook his head desperately.
"No! Duck, like a verb, like, GET DOWN NOW!"
"Oh – YIKES!"
They both dropped, hitting the floor hard, and the bird's talons missed their heads by inches.
Darkwing glared at Negaduck and snapped, "You're so stupid."
"What?!"
"Do you think you're being funny?" the crime fighter mocked.
Negaduck growled.
"Well it shouldn't come as any surprise to you that you're a complete and utter f – AAAHHH!"
The two rolled out of the way before the creature crashed down between them.
Negaduck looked up and roared to the Fearsome Four, "Get your lazy asses over here and help me!"
The villains frowned. Not again.
"Help you with what?" Bushroot asked, exasperated.
"You've got to be freaking kidding me," Negaduck grumbled.
"What? They don't see the huge, terrifying bird of death trying to peck our eyes out?!" Darkwing cried, "Launchpad, tell me you see this thing!"
"I, er, well…I see you, I see Negaduck, and…that's about it," he replied.
The pilot had to admit it was a truly bizarre sight. As far as he knew, there was nothing to be seen, but Darkwing and Negaduck dropped, dodged, and screamed in sync with one another.
As Darkwing became more frantic, Launchpad became more worried. He wanted to aid his best friend more than anything, but he was helpless. They both were.
Gosalyn Mallard jolted awake. She felt cold and clammy, like she had just gotten over a nasty bout of the flu.
"What happened? Why did you stop?" Mr. Waddlemeyer questioned desperately.
"I…I…I was Spine Snapper…and I was on this roof, chasing Negaduck and Dad…but then all the sudden I was going straight for Dad like I was gonna hurt him or eat him or something…he looked scared…" Gosalyn murmured weakly.
The duckling gulped and looked at the ceiling as if staring into her companion's invisible face.
"Was that real?"
"Of course not dear, it was just a nightmare."
Swiftly the gigantic bird reared back, hovering directly above Darkwing Duck. Its red eyes narrowed menacingly while Darkwing's blue eyes widened nervously. He gulped. This was so not good.
The bird plunged downward. For his throat. For his life. Darkwing mind was screaming at him to move, but all at once he found his reflexes dulled from sheer exhaustion –
And that was when the unthinkable happened. The bird simply disappeared. Vanished into thin air, literally. Darkwing blinked in surprise. Negaduck cocked his head, not sure whether to be relieved that the beast was gone or to be angry that his opposite was not impaled.
"That was…fortunate," the crime fighter stuttered, "Weird, but fortunate."
Negaduck's brain switched gears rapidly, now noticing it was the perfect time to catch his nemesis off guard. He rushed forward, ready to land him a crushing blow –
"Suck gas, evildoer!"
Okay, so maybe Darkwing wasn't as off guard as he looked. Themasked mallard had whipped around and fired a gas capsule directly into Negaduck's face. The force knocked the villain right onto his tail feathers as he coughed and gagged in the smoke.
"That was – ACK – my face you imbecile," Negaduck choked.
"HA!" Darkwing laughed, blowing the smoke off his gas gun casually, "Did you see that LP? That was one of SHUSH's new extra-powerful tear gas cartridges. Now good ol' Negs is gonna be nothing but a sobbing, sniffling…huh?"
On the contrary, Negaduck's beak twisted into a dopey grin before –
"AHA HA HA, HA HA HA HA!"
– he burst into uproarious laughter.
"Uh, isn't tear gas supposed to have, um, tears?" Launchpad asked innocently.
Darkwing slapped his forehead and cried, "Oh no, I must've put in the laughing gas by mistake! This stuff is supposed to cause a complete personality change – Negaduck's gonna be worse than Winky the Clown!"
Negaduck's eyes became alight with unbridled humor as the gas took effect.
"Tee hee, you said 'Winky,' hee hee!" he giggled, "I wish my name was Winky!"
"N-Negaduck?" Bushroot stuttered.
Suddenly the black-masked mallard gasped in shock.
"Tell me the gas is wearing off," Darkwing pleaded.
Shaking his head, Negaduck hissed, "No, but I've got a secret to tell you…"
The villain leaned close to Darkwing so no one else could hear.
"Promise you won't tell anyone?"
Darkwing, unnerved by his behavior, simply nodded.
Negaduck took a few furtive glances over his shoulder before whispering in Darkwing's ear, "Okay, the secret is…I'm not wearing any pants."
There was a moment's pause before Negaduck broke into a fit of hysterical laughter. Darkwing groaned and rolled his eyes. Soon Negaduck was laughing so hard his knees gave way and he had to hold onto his twin for support.
His chuckling stopped abruptly and he breathed in awe, "No. Way."
"I'm almost afraid to ask," Darkwing muttered.
Negaduck gawked at him and said, "You're not wearing any pants either…AHA HA HA!"
Nega-Gosalyn creapt up the dark stairway of the St. Canard First National Bank. She had heard a great deal of shouting as she approached the roof – she could only hope everyone was all right.
She tiptoed through the doorway and onto the roof. A quick scan of the area caused her heart to leap into her throat. It couldn't be…but it was…
It was the absolute last sight she had ever expected to see: Negaduck was clinging to Darkwing, his shoulders quaking with laughter, smiling and chattering like an old high school friend. This was almost too good to be true. For once, her highest hopes had not been dashed. This beautiful new world really had changed him!
"Negaduck! Over here!" Nega-Gosalyn called, jumping up and down excitedly.
Darkwing looked up and gasped.
"Gosalyn what're you doing here?!"
"I just wanted to see – AAAHH!"
The duckling's traction-less dress shoes slid on the brick overhang. In an instant she had disappeared over the edge of the building.
"NO!" Darkwing screamed, throwing the jolly Negaduck off of him and dashing to where Nega-Gosalyn had fallen.
"Wait up pal!" Negaduck yelled.
The Fearsome Four watched their leader slack jawed as he literally skipped after Darkwing.
The crime fighter leaned over the edge desperately. If anything happened to her…he couldn't even bring himself to think about it. Miraculously, he saw her dangling by her fingertips from a window ledge two stories down.
She looked up at him and pleaded in a frightened voice, "Help me!"
"Hang in there sweetie! Oops, poor word choice…bah, who cares, I'll save you!" Darkwing assured.
He pulled out his gas gun from beneath his jacket and felt around for his grappling hook…which was regrettably missing.
"Dah! Where is my grappling hook?! No hero would be caught dead without a grappling hook!" Darkwing cried.
"Maybe you left it in your other pants," Quackerjack suggested, producing snickers from the rest of the Four.
Darkwing glared at him.
"That was so funny I forgot to laugh."
"Don't worry, I'll save the little girl!" Negaduck piped up, still grinning like mad.
"Negaduck stop, you don't know what you're doing – "
Completely ignorant to Darkwing, and the Law of Gravity for that matter, Negaduck stepped off the edge of the building. In a rather bizarre chain of events, Negaduck fell and crashed into Nega-Gosalyn. They plummeted until Negaduck's cape caught on the building's flagstaff. The staff bent, then sprang back to its original position, launching them back up onto the roof.
Negaduck sat up and looked around, whistling excitedly.
"Golly that sure was fun – let's do it again!" he cheered.
Nega-Gosalyn gasped, "You saved me!"
His would be daughter analyzed him carefully. He didn't appear as though he had received a bump on the head or anything. He looked back at her with a wide grin. Not the normal, I-have-or-am-about-to-cause-someone-severe-injury grin, but an honest, lighthearted, cheerful one. It made him seem ten years younger, but more importantly, made her seem as if she meant the world to him.
"Are…are you really happy to see…me?" Nega-Gosalyn questioned cautiously.
"Of course I am, who wouldn't be?" Negaduck stated, entirely unaware of whom he was speaking to.
Tears flooded her eyes and she was hardly able to contain her joy as Nega-Gosalyn leapt forward and hugged him tightly. Negaduck hugged her back with an "Aw how thoughtful!" and continued to whistle. The duckling closed her eyes and sighed contently, reveling in the physical warmth he had never provided her.
Negaduck blinked and his whistling slowly ended. The gas was dissipating in his system and his dulled senses began to return to normal.
"What the…ew, am I hugging someone?" he whispered to himself in disbelief.
The villain drew back to see the perpetrator of the unwarranted invasion of his personal space. Negaduck's entire body stiffened and his countenance went blank as he stared into Nega-Gosalyn's beaming face.
"You," he breathed.
What was going on…what was she doing…how did she get here…
"Wow Negs, how'd you manage to pull that one off?" asked a familiar voice.
Negaduck looked up at Darkwing's bewildered face and grinned venomously. In his arms was someone that Darkwing wanted, someone that had to have found some way to get from the Negaverse to here.
Realization hit Darkwing as he eyed Negaduck's grin.
"Unhand her you wretched wrongdoer!" he demanded.
"I don't think so," Negaduck said, then his eyes widened, "look out, behind you!"
Darkwing let out a loud, scoffing laugh.
"HA! I wasn't born yesterday Negachuck, you're gonna have to do better than – OOMPH!"
The next thing he knew he was pinned to the ground as the Fearsome Four tackled him from behind. Negaduck smirked triumphantly and got to his feet.
"Come on kid," he hissed, pulling Nega-Gosalyn behind him as he made a beeline for the exit.
Launchpad tried to pry the villains off of his partner as they scuffled, but Darkwing had a bright idea.
"Hey you guys, stop it! You're crushing the light bulbs in my pockets!"
"What?!" Megavolt shrieked, horrorstruck, "Everybody get off! Get off get off get off!"
As the rodent zapped others who didn't comply, Darkwing and Launchpad left in hot pursuit.
"He was lying you dolt!" Quackerjack criticized after the chaos had ended.
"You can never be too careful!" Megavolt retaliated.
Darkwing burst out of the bank with Launchpad hot on his tail.
"Where'd he go DW? And was that Gos that was with him? Ya know I'm really confused – "
The sound of a roaring motorcycle engine caught Darkwing's ear. He looked to his left to see Negaduck cruising out of an alleyway.
"He's headed onto Cummings Boulevard. Quick, to the Ratcatcher!" the masked mallard announced.
Moments later the two swerved onto the road, passing cars left and right.
"Let's get this show off the road Negaduck!" he bellowed.
Negaduck glanced at the purple blur in his rearview mirror.
"Crap," he muttered, then veered into the opposing land of traffic. If he did it once, he could do it again. Nega-Gosalyn gasped and shut her eyes, clutching his jacket for all her life.
Darkwing screeched, "What're you, nuts?! That was a stupid question…"
Suddenly his vision began to cloud. His eyelids felt leaden as dizziness overcame him…he was so exhausted…
Launchpad gripped the dashboard of his tiny sidecar.
"Hurry DW, he's getting away! DW?"
The pilot looked up. His partner looked positively ill. To his horror, Darkwing Duck groaned softly, then slumped lifelessly over the handlebars.
"DARKWING!"
NOTE: Hopefully this chapter cleared a few things up, or possibly it just confused you more than you already were. It was a mother to write nonetheless, so any comments, questions, concerns, you know where to send 'em.