(A/N: Okay, you guys might remember this chapter as that one-shot I wrote called "How Quacky Reformed". Well, it's going to be in this story now because it takes place before the triplets are born, so I have decided to add it, and I'd better get this chapter started.)
It was a fine day in late spring in the city of Petropolis. Kitty is due to give birth sooner or later, but she's okay. In fact, on a day like today, I felt like paying our favorite secret agents a visit, so I did.
Dudley and Kitty were on their break, and they were happy to have some alone time together at work. All of a sudden, I appeared.
"Hey, guys!" I greeted the couple.
"Oh! Hi, Amanda!" said Dudley, happy to see me.
"Looking forward to the arrival of those kids?" I asked, seeing Kitty's baby bump.
"You know it." Kitty smiled.
"And I'm gonna teach them how to play video games." Dudley said.
"Dudley, they may not be able to really play games until they're about 3 or 4." Kitty said.
"But until they're ready to start learning, you could play games for them. They might see them as some sort of cartoon." I said.
"I just thought teaching them to play video games would be a good idea, since one thing I wanted them to know about won't work." Dudley said with a sigh.
"What did you want them to know about?" I asked.
"...Quacky's show." Dudley responded.
"Oh yeah. If he hadn't turned evil, he would still be doing his show, and the kids would probably enjoy it." Kitty said.
I could see that in spite of how bad Quacky was, the couple really wanted their kids to be able to watch Quacky's show, since it wasn't on DVD or Blu-Ray. It wasn't even on the internet. I hated seeing Dudley and Kitty upset, and I wanted to help. After a moment, I said, "You know, I think I could get him to reform."
"What did you say?" Dudley asked.
"I think I could get Quacky to reform." I said.
"Could you?" Kitty asked.
"Would you?" Dudley asked.
Their eyes were sparkling with hope, and I knew I couldn't deny them now.
"I'll do my best." I said, and with that, I disappeared.
I reappeared outside the cell Quacky and the Sharing Moose were in at Petropolis Prison. I saw that Quacky was trying to come up with another evil plan, but the Sharing Moose was taking a nap.
"Hello, Quacky." I greeted the duck, who was more than surprised to see me. He didn't know who I was, though.
"Who are you? Are you here to get us out?" Quacky asked.
"That all depends on you and the Sharing Moose." I replied.
"On us? What do we have to do?" Quacky asked.
"The two of you can get out of prison..." I started.
"All right!" Quacky cheered, pumping a fist in the air.
"If you promise to reform." I finished with a smirk.
"Nothing doing." Quacky said.
"Listen, if you reform, there's a pretty good chance that you could get to do your show again. I can see to it that you get that chance, but only if you behave yourself." I said.
"Okay. I will." said Quacky.
"I don't believe you." I said.
"What do you mean you don't believe me?" Quacky asked.
"Simple. I can see that your fingers are crossed behind your back." I replied.
"No, they're not." Quacky lied.
"Yes, they are." I said.
"How would you know that?" Quacky asked.
"Didn't you know I'm a psychic with X-ray vision?" I asked.
"Oh great..." said Quacky.
"But that's besides the point. Since you lied to me, I'm not going to help you get out of there, which means you don't get your show back." I said, folding my arms across my chest.
"I'm not lying. My hands are right here, see?" Quacky said, showing me his hands.
"Yeah, that's not where they were when you said you would reform." I said.
"Okay, okay." said Quacky. He put one hand over where his heart would be, and held the other hand up as he said, "I promise to reform. Happy now?"
"No." I said.
"Are you kidding me?! I promised to reform, and my hands were right where you could see them!" Quacky said.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything. You have to really mean it. And I know you don't mean it." I said.
"So I didn't mean it when I said that I was going to reform. So what? You can't do anything about it." Quacky said.
"That's what you think! I could make you suffer so much, you'd wish you died a long time ago." I said.
"Oh really? And just how would you do that?" Quacky asked.
"Simple. Use your imagination." I told him.
Quacky did, and I used a mind-reading device to find out what he was thinking. I saw him flying around in a "Duck Hunt" setting. Suddenly, he was shot, and he fell to the ground. A second later, he was being held up by Dudley, who popped up out of the thicket with a huge grin on his face. This wasn't something I would do to Quacky, or any of my enemies, for that matter, because I hate that hunt. But Quacky didn't know that, and I wasn't about to tell him. Especially since I saw him look really scared at the thought.
"You wouldn't!" Quacky said, sounding horrified. He even went pale under his feathers!
"Try me..." I said with an evil smirk, giving him the impression that I was more than capable of carrying out the threat he imagined.
"Okay! You win! I'll reform! I promise!" Quacky cried.
"Cross your heart?" I asked.
"And hope to die!" Quacky finished.
"What's going on?!" asked the Sharing Moose as he stomped over to Quacky. The yelling from his boss must have woken him up from his nap.
"Sharing Moose, I'm reforming! And if you know what's right, you'll do it, too." Quacky told him.
"What about that plan you were trying to come up with?" the Sharing Moose asked.
"I wasn't coming up with anything good, so forget about it! We have to reform! NOW!" Quacky said, sounding panicked.
"Give me one good reason why we have to reform." the Sharing Moose said.
"Her!" Quacky said, pointing at me.
The Sharing Moose looked over at me, then turned his attention back to Quacky and said, "You're out of your mind! She can't hurt you."
"Oh, yes she can!" Quacky replied, hiding behind the Sharing Moose.
"She looks harmless!" the Sharing Moose said.
"You don't understand! SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME IF I DON'T REFORM! AND THE SAME THING COULD HAPPEN TO YOU UNLESS WE REFORM!" Quacky screamed.
The Sharing Moose clearly didn't believe Quacky, but he heaved a heavy sigh and said, "Fine. I'll reform. But I still think you're over-reacting."
"I wouldn't say that if I were you." I said, smirking.
"You can't kill us." the Sharing Moose said.
"Are you certain about that?" I asked, producing a Nintendo Zapper. Neither of them had ever seen one before, and because Quacky didn't want to die, he thought it was a real gun and fainted from fright.
"Oh no..." the Sharing Moose said, also believing it was a real gun.
"Oh yes. Now if you don't reform, I will be forced to use this weapon. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Take your pick." I said, taking aim and placing my finger on the trigger.
Next thing I knew, the Sharing Moose was on his knees, begging for mercy, saying the very words I wanted to hear. And his hands were where I could see them.
"One more thing." I said.
I gave them both a lie-detector test, just to make absolutely sure they meant it when they said they'd reform. I read the results to them, "To quote Maury Povich: the lie-detector determined: you're telling the truth."
"So I get to do my show again?" Quacky said.
"Yes." I replied.
"YES!" Quacky and the Sharing Moose exclaimed.
I went to the network president after that and told him that Quacky had learned his lesson. I even read to him the results of their lie-detector tests. This managed to convince him to put Quacky's show back on the air. Then I went to get Quacky and the Sharing Moose, who were overjoyed when they heard the news.
The next day, when I showed up at T.U.F.F., I turned on the T.V., and Quacky's show was on, much to Dudley and Kitty's delight.
"Chief! Quacky the Duck is back on!" Dudley yelled.
Everyone watched Quacky's show with rapt attention, unable to believe that he was back on the air.
"I can't believe it! Amanda, how did you get him to reform?" Kitty asked me during a commercial break.
"It wasn't easy, but I told him that if he lied about reforming, I would make him suffer, and he used his imagination. He was petrified when he imagined a "Duck Hunt" sequence with him as the duck and Dudley as the dog." I said.
"What?! I wouldn't do like that dumb ol' dog!" Dudley said.
"I know. But that's what he imagined." I said.
"And I remember you s-s-saying that you hate that hunt." Keswick said.
"Yeah, but Quacky doesn't know that. And I don't ever plan on telling him." I replied.
"Good thinking. And thanks for getting Quacky to reform so he can do his show again." the Chief said to me.
"It was my pleasure." I said.
Dudley was really happy, though, for he hoped that his kids would get to see Quacky's show. Now they would be able to.
And I think they should arrive in the next chapter! Stay tuned if you wish to see Dudley and Kitty's triplets!
