Drake was relaxing at home, awaiting nightfall so he could once again take to the streets of St. Canard as Darkwing Duck. he was just getting comfortable on the couch when the doorbell would ring.
"Aww, for Chrissake," Drake grumbles as he gets up and heads to the door. When he opens the door, he is greeted by Herb and Binkie Muddlefoot, his two annoying neighbors.
"Hey there, you two," he says, pretending he's actually glad to see them.
"Howdy there, Drake," said Herb, shaking Drake's hand.
"Why don't ya two come on in?" Drake asks.
"OK." The two then enter Drake's house and sit down on his couch.
"So, what brings you two over here?" asks Drake, not really caring as he took a seat at his favorite chair in the corner.
"Oh," said Binkie. "We were just wondering about that handsome stranger we saw exiting your house earlier."
"Yeah," said Herb. "Got yourself a new sweetheart, huh?"
"Herb!" Binkie said.
"Now listen, you fat fuck!" Drake said angrily. "I'm only going to tell you this one last time- I am NOT gay!! You understand?!"
"Yeah sure, whatever," Herb said incredulously.
"So, who is this swan?" asked Binkie.
"Why, he's, uh," Drake said, struggling to make up a story they would buy. "He's Oliver, my butler."
"How can you afford a butler?" Herb asked. "I don't believe I've ever seen you working."
"I told you I work nights, dumbass," snapped Drake.
"If you say so," Herb says.
"This Oliver doesn't look like any butler I've ever seen," Binkie then said. "I think you're hiding something from us."
"I think you two had best leave now," Drake said. "And stay out of my freakin' business!"
"OK, OK," Herb said, getting up.
"Bye now," Binkie said as the two of them left. "And do introduce us to Oliver the next time he's around."
"Good lord," Drake said, slumping back down on the couch. He then clicks on the television just in time to catch yet another news bulletin.
"Two suspiciously figures have been spotted at the Duck Springs Reservoir just outside of St. Canard. Police have been dispatched to the area. We'll bring you more details as they come in."
"I'd better get over there," said Drake as he headed to his favorite chair. He sighs as he pulls on the lever, transporting him out. "This is the first time I've done this without Launchpad."
Oliver Featherstone had just finished showering and was about to get dressed and head out for lunch with his girlfriend when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" said the swan.
"Hey there, Olly," Darkwing said on the other end of the phone. "There's something going up at the reservoir. You'd better get over here."
"OK," said Oliver.
"See you soon," said Darkwing. The two then hang up their phones.
"Who was that?" asked Oliver's girlfriend, a beautiful young otter, as she stepped into his bedroom.
"That was Darkwing," he answered. "It looks like he's got another case for me."
"Oh cool," said his girlfriend. "Can I come?"
"I'm sorry, dear," said the swan. "But I don't think he wants too many outsiders around."
"Oh," she said, disappointed.
"But you can do me a big favor and go check on Todd for me," Oliver said. "I don't want him slacking off on his job."
"OK," said the otter. "Bye, love." She kisses the swan as he stood there in just a pair of boxer shorts.
"Goodbye Lutra dear," Oliver said, returning the kiss.
The otter soon disappeared. Oliver then quickly threw on some clothes and then headed out of the house, got in his car and sped off.
Todd Greenley was sleeping comfortably at his home, resting up for another night of fighting crime. He would soon be awakened by an unexpected visitor.
The evil Steelbeak had snuck into the turtle's room and stood before him. Steelbeak bends over and taps upon Todd's shell with his metal-plated beak. "Rise and shine, you little jerk."
"Huh?" says Todd as he awakens and rubs his eyes. He squints at the strange figure before him and then takes his glasses off his night stand and puts them on. "Hey, you're the evil Steelbeak."
"Da one an' only," said the rooster.
"I've read about you in the paper," said Todd. "What are you doing at my house?"
"I've got some friends of mine who wanna speak wit' ya," Steelbeak said, grabbing the small turtle by the straps of his undershirt and lifting him up out of bed.
"Hey!" remarked Todd. Put me down!" He struggles to get free from the bird's grip.
"Hold still, ya creep!" Steelbeak commanded as he tried to stuff the turtle into a large sack. He managed to get Todd into the sack and then tied it closed. Steelbeak then heads out of the room.
Todd now rips through the sack with his beak and slips out unnoticed by the departing rooster. He sneakily replaces Steelbeak's sack with a bag of dirty laundry and then ducks into a closet and watches as Steelbeak leaves. "Foolish bird."
Oliver had now picked up Darkwing and they were on their way to the reservoir to see what was going on there.
"How did you get here so fast?" asked Darkwing. "Usually, the traffic is so terrible."
"I took County Road 97C," said Oliver. "It's never congested."
"Oh," Darkwing said. "Olly, you're so much different from the other swans I've known."
"How so?" asked Oliver.
"You're so nice and polite," Darkwing responded. "Plus, you don't act like a spoiled little beauty queen."
"Oh," said Oliver. "I know swans can be temperamental creatures. I try to be different, though."
"That's good," Darkwing said.
The car then stopped as they arrived at the reservoir. The two then got out of the car to investigate the scene.