CHAPTER ELEVEN - A Fight To Remember
Bushroot and the Liquidator were now at the reservoir about to carry out their evil plan when they were surrounded by that familiar cloud of purple gas.
"Oh crap," said Bushroot.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night," Darkwing announces. "I am the swan who makes your pond pretty."
"That was terrible," Oliver said, shaking his head.
"Well, they can't all be winners," said Darkwing. "Now suck gas, evildoers." He draws his gas gun and points it at Bushroot and Liquidator.
"No, you old fool!" Oliver demands, grabbing his gun.
"Thank you," said Liquidator.
"What are you doing?" said Darkwing.
"Do you not remember what happened the last time?" Oliver said.
"But-" Darkwing said.
"Enough," said Oliver. "We'd better deal with these two. I don't like the look of them." Oliver then takes out his own gun.
"You fool," said a laughing Liquidator. "Do you really think your bullets will hurt me?"
"No," said Oliver. "But this will." Oliver reaches over to a nearby cement mixer with his long, flexible neck and pulls a lever, dumping cement all over the Liquidator.
"No!" the Liquidator said as he quickly turned to solid concrete.
"Nice job, Olly," said Darkwing.
"You've wrecked my plans for the last time, Darkwing," Bushroot said. He then aimed a spray container at the two heroes and then sprayed them with a mysterious liquid.
This unknown spray would have no effect on the two of them.
"Of course," said a dispirited Bushroot. "Nothing I do ever works."
"Now you will pay for wasting our time and spraying us with a mysterious, non-working substance," said Oliver. He then runs toward Bushroot and kicks him, sending him into the reservoir.
"You'll be sorry!" Bushroot shouted as he plunged into the water.
"I hope you know what you've just done," Darkwing said.
"I got rid of that troublemaker," Oliver said.
"You're all looks and no brains!" Darkwing said angrily.
"What are you quacking about?" said Oliver.
Before Darkwing could respond, Bushroot's mutant plant body had absorbed all the water in the reservoir, and had grown several hundred times larger than his normal size. The giant plant-duck would now come after the two crime-fighters.
"Blymie," said Oliver, looking back as he and Darkwing started to run from the oversized Bushroot.
"You should have told me this would happen," said Oliver.
"Not now, swan," Darkwing snapped.
"I told you you'd be sorry!" Bushroot said as he chased the two of them through the woods outside of St. Canard.
Bushroot would eventually catch up with them and then grab Oliver by the neck, lifting the swan right out of his boots.
"You will make a perfect subject of my next experiment," Bushroot said.
"Don't worry, Olly. I'll save you!" Darkwing said.
They now stood at a lumber camp just north of the city. Darkwing noticed a chainsaw sitting near a tree stump.
He picked it up, started it up and charged toward Bushroot.
"Get the fuck out," said a stunned Bushroot as Darkwing began sawing at his legs.
"Timber!" Darkwing said as the giant mutant plant creature fell to the ground. Oliver slipped from Bushroot's grip and headed toward Darkwing.
"You two are both dead!" Bushroot said as he started to cry.
"Nice job, Darkwing," Oliver said, putting his boots back on.
"Thanks," said Darkwing. "Let's get out of here."
"Nice socks by the way. They really bring out the color of your eyes."
"You're an odd fellow," Oliver said.
The two then started the long walk back to Oliver's car.