Darkwing and Todd pulled into the driveway at Drake's modest suburban home. Darkwing opened the garage and they drove inside. "That Launchpad needs a day off like I need another purple jacket," Darkwing said as he climbed off his bike.
"So why are you letting him go?" Todd asked stepping out of the sidecar.
"Because if I don't, he'll be angry and hate me forever," Darkwing answered.
"Oh," said Todd. They both step into his house. Darkwing hangs up his hat and mask.
"Try and keep your voice down," he whispered. "Gosalyn's sleeping."
Todd nods in response. "Are you sure your friend's OK? The whole note thing seems really odd."
"Uh-huh," the duck said. "Sure it seemed a little suspicious at first, but the poor spelling and sloppy handwriting could only have come from Launchpad. He's probably at home making out with his new girlfriend."
"OK," said Todd.
Darkwing lets out a slight yawn. "You can sleep in the guest room." He leads the turtle through the living room to the other end of the house, opens a door and turns on a light. "I better get something for you to sleep in."
"That's OK," Todd said. "I can sleep in my boxers like I always do."
"OK," Darkwing said. "Good night, Todd."
"You've finally got my name right!"
"See you in the morning." Darkwing then stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Todd removed his clothing, neatly folded them up and placed them atop the dresser that occupied one corner of the room. He set his glasses down on the nightstand and climbed beneath the covers. He pulled his head inside his shell and soon fell asleep.
Darkwing checked upon his daughter Gosalyn before heading into his own room, where he slipped out of his costume, crawled into bed and fell quickly asleep himself.
Launchpad and Paula were curled up in bed when the cell phone on the nightstand began to ring. The female swan quickly awoke and answered it as Launchpad remained sleeping. "Hello?"
"Good evening, Agent Westfield," said the mysterious voice on the other end. "How are things going with your assignment?"
She now stepped out of the bedroom to make sure that the sleeping duck did not awake and hear there conversation. "Well, I haven't been able to get much out of him yet, but I think I'm in for a real breakthrough," said Paula.
"I hope so," the voice responded. "It is absolutely paramount for the future of F.O.W.L. that we find out who this Darkwing Duck really is, and finally eliminate his threat, and this Launchpad fellow may be the only one who knows such information."
"Yes," she said. "I'll contact you if I find out anything. Good bye."
"Good bye, Agent Westfield, and good luck."
She hung up the phone and returned to the bedroom. Launchpad was now fully awake. "Where were you?"
"Uhh, just taking a phone call from my, uhh, mother," she said.
"Oh," said Launchpad. "Awful strange hour for her to call."
"Yes, well she's strange like that," Paula said, climbing back into bed. "Now get back to sleep, my dear. We've got a busy day tomorrow."
Launchpad placed his arm around Paula, closed his eyes and fell asleep again. The swan soon drifted to sleep herself.