AUTHOR'S NOTE: Obviously inspired by the Tevin Campbell song featured in "A Goofy Movie". A fitting song for Darkwing's personality, if you ask me. Shoutout to the awesome RebellingStagnation for the idea of Drake being a Powerline fan. Check out her Geronimo saga if you have not already!
With the drop of a needle, Drake was transported back to an era. An era full of the nastiest foes Darkwing Duck had ever faced. An era where Gosalyn Mallard found a family. An era of bright neon colors, thundering beats, and all-around radicalness.
An era where Powerline was on top of the world.
The broken-in speakers of the living room stereo pumped the beginning of that smash-hit single throughout the room, and Drake let his consciousness go, to be driven by the funk.
Outside, Gosalyn, Launchpad, and Max Goof were sipping on Coo-Coo Cola while Max's dad, Goofy, grilled hamburgers. All four heard the booming bass through the walls and turned in the sound's direction.
"Gee, what's going on in there?" Goofy asked, itching his head under his toque.
"Whatever it is, it doesn't sound like getting burger buns," added Max.
Gosalyn, however, knew exactly what was going on inside, and she shook her head. "Funny thing. Dad found his old Powerline records in the attic today," she looked into the kitchen window, "Guess he found the perfect moment to try 'em out."
"Man, I remember Powerline," Max said, beginning to wax nostalgic, "He was all the rage when I was in school."
"And boy, did Maxie love him, ahyuck!" Goofy chimed in, "He even danced on stage with the feller!"
Gosalyn grin was wide and open. "No way, really?" She couldn't believe it.
Max scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Heh...yeah. It's a long story."
Suddenly, a burst of singing pulled everyone's attention toward the house. Every jaw in the backyard dropped when they realized who it was.
"Stand out! Above the crowd!
Even if I gotta shout out loud!"
The walls did a good job of muffling the sound, but the quality of the voice was undoubtedly Drake's. He was singing along to Powerline, and doing a good job of it too.
Max stood up from his lawn chair and jogged to the back door. "I gotta see this."
"I didn't know DW could sing like that…" Launchpad breathed.
Gosalyn looked as everyone entered the house. She chuckled and followed after. "Watch the patties, will ya, LP?"
The group made their way through the kitchen and into the front hall of the Mallard house. Max peered into the living room, keeping mostly out of sight.
"Good gravy," he mumbled. Drake was getting down something fierce. The moves were suave, sensual, and daring. Even at his age, he executed each of Powerline's best moves perfectly. All while singing along to every word.
Max's grin stretched from ear to ear, and he turned to Gosalyn. "Your dad's slaying in there," he whispered, "He must be a big fan."
"Yeah," Gosalyn said, "only has every album."
"Check this out, baby," Max winked at Gosalyn, before standing at his full height and stepping into the living room.
The song had just entered the bridge and Drake exited a spin into a signature Powerline pose when he caught sight of Max standing in the archway, hand on a hip, and a smile on his face. Drake yelped and fell backwards onto the floor. His face was immediately awash with red. Max couldn't help but laugh as Drake scrambled to his feet.
"How long have you been there?!" Drake flustered.
"Only a minute, Mr. Mallard. You're killin' it!"
Drake's blush grew minuscule as he processed Max's compliment. "Uh...r-really?"
"Yeah, the master knows what he's talking about," said Max confidently. Max knew Drake's ego wouldn't take this lying down.
"Alright, 'Mr. Dance Master'. Let's see how you cut a rug." Drake took the bait hook, line, and sinker.
"Dig this," said Max as the final chorus kicked in. He backed up a couple steps then proceeded to bust quite a move. Drake watched carefully, entranced by the way the music made him dance. It was poetry in motion.
As he spun and struck a pose, he pointed at Drake, metaphorically passing the baton to him. "Don't forget, this is a guy who actually danced with Powerline."
Drake's eyes popped out of his head and his jaw slammed into the floor.
"Ahyuck, aren't they just the coolest?" Goofy whispered, dancing in place himself watching Max swing Drake around as the next song began.
Gosalyn rolled her eyes. "There'll be no livin' with either of 'em now," she sighed. Gosalyn continued to watch them groove to the music of that magical time. A time when she found a permanent family. A time where she found the love of her life.
A time when Powerline ruled it all.
