Drake Mallard awoke the next morning, climbed out of bed and then went into the bathroom and showered. He then got dressed and located a change of clothing for his guest Todd. He then headed to the guest room, but the turtle was nowhere to be found. "Where could he be?" Drake thought as he stepped out into the living room.
Todd was sitting on the couch playing video games with Gosalyn. "You're pretty good for an old guy," said Gosalyn.
"Gosh," responded Todd. "Nobody's ever called me old before."
"Gosalyn Mallard!" Drake exclaimed. "You know what I told you about playing video games before school!"
"Aww, gee Dad," the young duck said. "You're no fun." She set down her controller disappointedly.
"And Todd," Mallard said to the small turtle, who was still in his underwear. "Make yourself decent. My nosy neighbors will be over here any minute to pick up Gosalyn and I don't want them to see you like this." He hands Todd the clothes.
"Thank you, Mr. Mallard," Todd said as he headed for the bathroom to get dressed.
"Hey Dad," Gosalyn said. "Why is Todd from Blockbuster here?"
"Because he kind of... saw Darkwing Duck without his mask," Drake responded.
"Oh," said Gosalyn. "So, are we going to keep him? I've always wanted a pet turtle."
"I don't know," said Drake. "I'm going to have him stay here for a few days to make sure he can be trusted."
A car horn could be heard from outside. "You'd better get going, young lady. I don't want those busybody Muddlefoots snooping around in here."
"OK, Dad. Bye."
"Bye." Drake hugs his daughter and kisses her good-bye. Gosalyn then heads outside.
Todd emerged fully dressed. "So, now what?"
"We just sit back, relax and wait for nightfall," Drake said. He then sat down on the couch and put his feet up.
"Then why did you make me get all dressed up?"
"Because I thought my nosy neighbors were going to come in here," said Drake.
"Oh," Todd said.
"Now make yourself at home, Todd. Feel free to help yourself to anything in the refrigerator."
"I'm not really hungry, but thanks."
Todd takes a seat on a chair in the corner.
"So, Todd," asked Drake. "How long have you been working at Blockbuster?"
"Since I graduated from college last summer."
"I see. And do you enjoy it there?"
"I guess so," said the turtle. "I'm probably going to lose this job if you keep me here."
"Don't worry about it," Drake said. "I'll take care of everything."
"If you say so..."
Launchpad and Paula were at a restaurant in downtown St. Canard having breakfast. "So, Launchpad," said Paula. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about your boss Darkwing? Where does he come from? What's that guy like when he's not wearing the mask?"
"I'm sorry, Paula," Launchpad said. "I'm not at liberty to give you that information."
"Come on, Launch, honey," Paula said. "You can trust me..."
"I'm sorry," said Launchpad. "Why do you keep asking me about my job?"
"Because it's so fascinating," the swan answered.
"Well, I can't let you know all my secrets."
"Fine," said Paula.
"Paula, honey," said Launchpad. "All you need to know is that Darkwing is a wonderful guy, even when he's not out fighting crime. Perhaps when we get to know each other a little better, I'll introduce you to him."
"OK," she said. "Let's get out of here."
The two of them get up and head outside.
Later...
Steelbeak seemed rather depressed as he walked the darkened streets alone. He could not believe that after years of loyal service, F.O.W.L's High Command had decided to take him off of the Darkwing assignment and replace him with some chick.
While it was true that he had yet to defeat Darkwing, Steelbeak had felt that his day of victory was near. He thought the whole plan to get to the duck through his idiot sidekick was complete nonsense.
He knew that this would all fail and FOWL would call upon him to battle the duck once more. Now, however, it was time to cause some trouble and inflict some pain and mayhem upon the residents of St. Canard.
He now approached a museum. Surely, there were tons of expensive paintings within that he could add to his own personal collection.
Darkwing and Todd were now at Darkwing's secret headquarters high atop the Audubon Bay Bridge. "Wow, cool hideout," said the turtle as he peered out the window.
"Yes," Darkwing said. "I've been up here for many years."
"How is it that nobody has noticed you up here?" Todd asked.
"People in this town are not too bright," said Darkwing. "And even if I were discovered, they'd be wise not to evict their protector."
The turtle nodded in agreement.
Just then, an alarm sounded and one of the computers began to flash. Darkwing ran over to it. "We have a report of a robbery at the St. Canard Museum Of Art. We have not been able to determine the suspect."
"OK, Todd," Darkwing said. "Let's get dangerous!"
"OK," the smiling turtle said.
They both exit the hideout.