Braced Company

A Disney Duck Fanfic:

Instead of being purely based on one entity, this story takes background from Classic Donald Duck cartoons, Ducktales, and Darkwing Duck.

Contains Major Spoilers to Double Triangle Trouble

Written By

Stef with a F

Disclaimers: Disney owns most of these characters. Dumbella's past as Bella Widgeon is mine, as are the characters of Melanie Widgeon, Cindy Ganderquack, Jeffery and Ashley Ruddy / Arachnia Ink, Ronnie Mallard, Lisa Mallard, Detective Doberman Pincher, Devin Duck, and whomever else I mention in the future. Time Setting: About eight (8) years after the Darkwing Duck series.

WARNING This story is rated PG-13 and/or TV-14-LSDV, which means it may or may not (chapters may vary, some will be possibly PG rated only or a less severe TV-14) include references or incidents of mild/moderate language, sexual content and or themes, mild or moderate violence, and possible other adult themes. Not a porno, or even R-rated, but be advised and please no flames.

Author Note: Sorry for the delay of this chapter. I was suffering from writer's block. Thanks to Phanton Phan and Nightw2 for both helping me with elements of this chapter.

Chapter 10

"And Dewey still hasn't called you?" Gosalyn asked with a frown on her face.

Huey shook his head. "Not like him. Tell me again about what happened last night?"

Gosalyn sighed. "Some weird chick, who was wearing a costume that somewhat resembled Spider-Duck entered the arcade. She randomly grabbed some kid's arm and held him at gunpoint. Wanted money from the manager or something. Don't you think this is kind of redundant?"

Huey shook his head. "Are you sure she wanted money?"

"What the hell would she want then?" Gosalyn shouted, throwing her arms into the air, and getting up from the booth at the restaurant. She threw her head back, closed her eyes tightly and let out a sigh. "Oh, I'm sorry Huey, I'm just really pissed that I allowed the freak to escape."

"Gos, it is okay. Some villains just escape. You know this. I'm sorry Hon, but it's not very uncommon."

"But I had fair warning. I mean I saw some maniac speeding on some motorcycle. It was probably her…Wait! It was a guy! In fact I thought it was you for a little bit. Hey!"

"Dewey!" Huey shouted, finishing Gosalyn's thought. "You probably saw Dewey."

Gosalyn folded her arms. "So, the little devil thought he could take over my turf…Well, when I get my hands on him…"

Huey placed his hand on Gosalyn's.

"Shhh…I don't think…" Huey began.

The waitress came to the table again. "More Orange Juice?"

Huey nodded. "Thanks. Gos?"

Gosalyn nodded. "Yes, thank you."

"You are welcome," the waitress said. "Anything else?"

Brring!

Louie tossed in his bed, wanting to ignore the phone. Brrring! Brring!

"Louie answer your phone!" Doofus shouted half asleep.

"What?" Louie sleepily mumbled.

Doofus, who was still quite groggy limply pointed to the phone, "Your phone was ringing."

Louie eyed the phone. It wasn't ringing anymore. He wondered who it was. He was hoping that it was not Webby, for he did not have the desire nor the strength to get into that conversation now. Though he may as well get up and do something productive. He pulled himself from under his sheets and looked down at Doofus.

"Doofus how did you do it? How did you break Webby's heart when you had to go away? I cannot bear it."

"What are you talking about Louie?" Doofus asked, way too tired to get into this conversation, not that he ever wanted to.

"Nothing. But you two broke up some years back, how did that go? How did you deal?" Louie asked.

Doofus sighed. "Louie. Webby and I were kids. I didn't love her. I mean sure I did, but not the way you do. Now since I am pretty sure you will not let me go back to sleep, what is this all about? You two fighting?"

"No. But, that just makes it harder."

"What?" Doofus exclaimed shaking his head, Louie wasn't making any sense.

Louie opened his mouth but was saved by bell…phone ringing that is.

"Oh that's my cell," Doofus said reaching into his bag and retrieving his phone. "Hey Babe, how's the party?"

"On hold. Daisy isn't feeling so hot, and she is heading back home. Thought I would warn you all in case you all are having a party," Loopy informed.

"Oh is she okay?" Doofus asked.

Louie eyed Doofus with curious concern.

Loopy shook her head; "I can't really say. She's at Mr. McDuck's house for the moment. I'm actually going to head over where you are. I'm in a cab. See you soon. Kiss."

Back at the McDuck Mansion, Daisy peeked into the kitchen.

"Hello, Mrs. Beakley?" Daisy called out.

Mrs. Beakley placed down the dish she was drying and turned to the sound of her name. "Oh Daisy! How are you sweet heart, what brings you here? I thought you were at Bella's Bridal Shower."

"I wasn't feeling too well. Had to come home and see my husband," Daisy stated.

Mrs. Beakley frowned; she placed the backside of her hand on Daisy's forehead. "You don't feel warm…Oh I'm sorry, you must feel like a child when I do that. It wasn't my intention."

Daisy smiled. "It's okay. I'm not actually ill."

Mrs. Beakley glanced at Daisy questioningly. "What is it then?"

Daisy turned away for a second, thinking into space. "Hey, mind if we sit down for a second and talk?"

Mrs. Beakley smiled. "Of course not honey, what is on your mind?" she said extending a chair to Daisy.

After seating herself, she repeated, "What is it that has you so troubled?"

Daisy sighed, "My honeymoon is finally over. It's been almost three years now. Over a year ago, my wayward sister-in-law returned from her second failed marriage and now she is on fiancé number three."

"Why are you so upset? Are you and Donald fighting?" Mrs. Beakley asked concerned.

"We always fight, but no, not like that. I need to talk to my husband but he's at work. And I don't really want to wait for him."

"Then don't," Mrs. Beakley stated. "Come on, let's go talk to him. I mean if you really want to."

Daisy stared at Mrs. Beakley.

"Are we going?" Mrs. Beakley inquired.

Daisy nodded, she reached for her purse, and left the kitchen with her old friend.

"Darkwing Duck and his brat daughter Quiverwing Quack killed my mother!" Ashley shouted. "And I want to know why of all the enemies he has. There really only been two he killed. And one was my mother. Why?"

Dewey stood calm as Ashley opened the storage bin.

"I look like such a tramp in this," Ashley informed. "And I mean in a bum way, not loose, I mean I do look 'loose', but not like a slut?"

Dewey nodded. "Yeah, gotcha."

The drive to the storage bin was quiet. Dewey tried to call once on his cell phone but the signal died. Though, after thinking about it for a few moments, he was in way glad that he did not call. He wasn't sure what Ashley was up to, and he was determined to find out. He wasn't sure if his brothers would understand his need to protect a criminal, though he was sure Huey would not agree.

Ashley turned around, and modeled an outfit for Dewey. "How do I look? Does this look like a woman on a mission?"

"Ashley? About you said earlier about your mom? And Darkwing? And Quiverwing?" Dewey calmly interjected.

Ashley rolled her eyes. "The outfit?"

Dewey smiles. "Looks hot. But you would look hot in burlap bag."

Ashley opened her mouth and then let it drop. "Charming." She closed her eyes and shook her head, and turned to check herself out in the mirror. She turned around and checked her appearance in the mirror herself, and she smiled. "Yeah, I think this will do nicely. Thanks Dewey."

Dewey nodded. "No prob," he replied. "What are your plans today? You are not going to go after that arcade again are you?"

Ashley shook her head. "Too risky. I think I am going to go to the source this time. To Darkwing. Rumor is he is going to be at a wedding later this week. Yeah. Your mother's wedding in fact."

Launchpad put down the pad of paper with the party guests' names on it. Also, it contained suggested food items for Drake to order. Satisfied for the moment, Launchpad decided to turn on the TV, it was now 10 of clock, and ever since Late Night was finally put on at it's correct time, a certain stupid talk show was moved to a daytime hour.

Hey-A My homies! Welcome to the show! It's me, Jeri Spring-Chicken, and Hello to you all. We have a great show today. Is the person who raised you really your mother? And I don't mean adoption. What I mean my pallies is "Were you Switched at Birth?" Are your parents really pod people? Were they hatched from a cabbage patch? Did evil hat beings take over theirs souls? Did a Potato Vampire bite your pregnant wife and now you worry that the child will be born a vegetable? Scary stuff. But today my posse we have guests who say these myths are truly reality. Forget the normal paternity show. We are beyond that, unless of course you are our first guest: Mr. Burger Beagle. Mr. Beagle, is it true that you now believe that your late father wasn't your true father?

Burger Beagle ignored Jeri for he was too busy chewing on foot-long sub.

"Hey? Burger?!"

"Where?!"

Launchpad rolled his eyes yet at the same time couldn't help but to laugh. "Good old Burger, always good for a laugh. It just seemed like yesterday when I was working for Mr. McDee. Those boys always tried to get his money. And all those crazy adventures to fatten his pockets. Such a long time ago…I think I might tape this", he said before pressing the record button on the VCR.

Now satisfied that the show was taping, Launchpad closed his eyes for a moment reflecting back on past memories.

That moment must have been quite a few because the next thing Launchpad remembered was the sound of Darkwing, now dressed as Drake Mallard, coming down the stairs. "Good Morning," he called.

Launchpad put down the phone. "Good Morning DW, you are up awful early.

"Oh? Well it is almost eleven, don't want to sleep the whole day away. And I have a lot of stuff to do. Have that list for me?"

Launchpad nodded and handed Drake the list.

Drake checked it over and nodded. "Okay then. Do you remember my bachelor party?"

Launchpad nodded.

... Flasback ...

"Hey Drakester!" an excited yet determined Herb Muddlefoot shouted. "Congratulations on the wedding! Thanks for inviting me! I almost thought I was not invited."

"Why?" Drake replied in mock dismay, "What ever made you think that?! Of course you were invited."

Herb nodded, "Yeah, that was what Binkie kept telling me. She told me that there had to be a perfect explanation why I didn't get an invite in the mail. I don't know why I doubted it."

"Yeah, lost in the mail," Drake gathered.

Herb nodded. "Yeah, that is what I thought. But anyway. I am here to offer my services."

"Services?" Drake muttered, as he reached for a handful of potato chips.

"Yep, as body guard. I mean what if that Darkwing Duck rascal decides to show up?"

Drake began to choke. "Rascal?! Herb I thought you were his number one fan."

Herb nodded. "Yes, I love good old Darkwing, but don't you think he might get ideas?"

"Ideas?"

Herb suddenly had this serious look on his face. "Yes, I mean since you are marrying his ex-girlfriend. Don't you think he would make a scene?"

Drake's mouth dropped.

End of Flashback...

"Yeah, I remember. And speaking of which do you have any ideas on how to solve the problem of Darkwing being at the wedding?" Launchpad asked.

"Ah! Yeah, thanks for reminding me. I should get right on that… SHUSH owes me a favor, I have an idea that might work, thanks LP."

Launchpad nodded. "Anytime DW."

To Be Continued

Author Note:

The return of Jeri Spring-Chicken! LOL, I couldn't resist. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know: no party yet, but I am getting there. Remember this fiction is supposed to take place in a week's time, so do expect the days to be flashed out a bit. A wedding is a huge life change as is life after high school. Thanks again for all the reviews and please review again.