"So, what now?" Oliver asks as they step out onto the city streets.
"I guess we head back to base," said Darkwing.
"Base?" Oliver inquires.
"Yes," Darkwing replies. "Now listen up, swan. I'm about to allow you into my secret lair. Nobody must know about this place. Even my own mother is not allowed to know about this place."
"Worry not, Mr. Darkwing," says Featherstone. "I will keep your secret."
"You better," said Darkwing. "Or else you die."
"Oh please," Launchpad said.
"Umm, how are we going to get there?" the pilot then asks. "The Rat Catcher will only hold two of us."
"I could always follow you two in my car," Oliver suggested.
"No," Darkwing said, shaking his head. "Too risky. Plus, you can't get there with your car anyway."
"What? How is that possible?" said the swan.
"Don't worry about it," responds Darkwing. "Here's the plan. Launchpad, you go fetch the Thunderquack." Darkwing then takes out the keys to his motorcycle and tosses them to Launchpad.
"Ya mean you're actually goin' to let me drive your bike?" Launchpad asked, amazed.
"Why not?" said Darkwing. "This is your last night."
"Thanks," Launchpad said with a smile. He then climbs on to the Rat Catcher. "Be back soon." He then starts it up and races off.
"So, now what?" asks Oliver.
"Now, we wait," Darkwing said.
After an hour or so, a high-tech aircraft shaped like the head of a duck comes into view. It hovers over Darkwing and Oliver, and comes to a stop on the street. The plane then opens up.
"This is the Thunderquack," says Darkwing. "Hop in, Olly."
"Sure thing," says the swan. He steps into the plane, as does Darkwing. The plane then closes and takes off.
"Hey," says Launchpad as they fly toward Darkwing's secret hideout atop the Audubon Bay Bridge. "Who's gonna fly this thing when I'm gone?"
"That's a good question, LP," said Darkwing. "How about you take it with you when you go? I have no use for the plane, plus you're the one who built it."
"You mean it, DW?" asks Launchpad. "Thanks!"
"Think nothing of it," Darkwing says.
They soon arrive at the bridge. Launchpad hits a button on the plane's console and the door to Darkwing's headquarters opens up. Launchpad then flies inside, setting the plane down.
"Welcome to the nerve center of my crime-fighting operations," said Darkwing as they stepped out of the Thunderquack.
"I must say, this is quite impressive," Oliver said, looking about at all the various crime-fighting equipment within. He then heads over to a window and looks out at the city. "But I question your decision to place your base in such a public location. Has anyone ever noticed you up here?"
"Nope," said Darkwing. "The people of this town aren't exactly the best and brightest the world has to offer."
"I see," said Oliver. "I wish I had a headquarters this impressive. All I have is a run-down old office building in Forest City."
"Speaking of which, I had better call Todd." Oliver then takes out his cell phone.
"Who?" Darkwing asks.
"Todd," the swan says. "One might say, he's my Launchpad."
"Oh," Darkwing said. "Well, go ahead. But do not let him know where we are!"
"Relax," said Oliver. "I told you I would keep quiet about this place."
Featherstone dials up his headquarters. Todd was asleep at his desk. The ringing of the phone would jar the turtle awake. He pops his head out of his shell and answers the telephone. "Crime Busters, Inc. Todd speaking."
"Hello there," said Oliver.
"Oliver?"
"You won't believe where I am?"
"Where are you?" asks Todd.
"Well, I can't tell you," Oliver says, looking to Darkwing. "But I can tell you who I'm with."
"Oh?... Who is it?" said Todd.
"I'm with none other than the great Darkwing Duck," Oliver said.
"Wow," the turtle responded. "How did you end up meeting him?"
"Well, I went to the scene of a robbery, and old Darkwing showed up there."
"Oh," Todd said. "Did you catch any bad guys?"
"Unfortunately, they got away," said Oliver. "But we did recover the Cluck Diamond."
"That's good."
"Yes," said Oliver. "You're not going to believe this, but Darkwing wants me to work alongside him fighting crime here in St. Canard."
"What?" said Todd. "You're not going to leave me, are you?"
"I'm afraid so," Oliver says. "But don't get all down about it. With me gone, you're now the only crime fighter in Forest City. You will be in charge at Crime Busters, Inc."
"Wow, really?" said a delighted Todd. "Thank you so much!"
"You've earned it, my friend," said the swan.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this," Todd said.
"I'm sure you will," Oliver said. "Now, I've got some business to tend to here. I'll see you in the morning. Good-bye."
"Bye," Todd says. He then hangs up the phone.
"OK," said Oliver. "Sorry about that, Darkwing. Just had to take care of some things back home."
"I understand," Darkwing said. "As you have seen, I have everything here necessary to take on the villains and scoundrels of Saint Canard."
"Yes, very impressive," said the swan, looking at the computers and assorted high-tech gadgets within Darkwing's hideout. "So, what do we do now?"
"Now," said Darkwing with a yawn. "We head home for some shuteye, so we can be fresh and ready for our first night of patrolling the streets together. Rather than driving all the way back to Forest City, why don't you spend the night at my place? I have an extra room you could use."
"It would be my pleasure," Oliver responded.
"Good," Darkwing says. "One warning for you- you had better not tell anyone about what you will soon see."
"What, is your house a mess," jokes the swan.
"I'm not playing around here," Darkwing said. "I'm about to take you into my home. None of my enemies know about my life away from my duties as Darkwing Duck, and I'd like to keep it that way."
"OK," said Oliver. "I've got you. The integrity of your home will not be compromised."
"That's good," said Darkwing. "Because, if anyone finds me out, then you're dead."
"I heard you the first time," said Oliver.
"DW?" Launchpad said. "How are we going to do this?"
"Do what?" Darkwing asked.
"Get back to the house."
"Oh," said Darkwing. "That's a tough one..."
"I've a suggestion," Oliver said. "Perhaps Launchpad could fly us back to my car and then we take that to your place."
"Yeah," said Darkwing. "That could work. Good one, Olly."
"OK," Launchpad says. "Let's get going."
Darkwing, Launchpad and Oliver now all climb back into the Thunderquack. The plane then races back over to the museum, where Oliver's car is parked.