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Launchpad thought the biggest fall out he had ever seen was when Scrooge found out that the kids were researching their mother several thousand feet in the air.
But this one took the cake.
Everybody was talking.
Everybody was asking questions.
How else were they supposed to react to finding out he had a far more interesting life away from them?
His vision started to spin, the sound began to dim and the ground tipped.
He blacked out.
He woke up to the sight of Dewey asleep next to him and it was dark.
He sat up and packs of ice just fell off of him.
He had an overwhelming urge to head to his room, he didn't even care if he was in boxers, he headed there and closed the door behind him.
He didn't know where he was doing there, but his eyes went to the limousine he always drove in the corner.
He waddled to the bumper and stuck his hand into it, he didn't stop until he touched something and pulled it out.
It was a puzzle piece.
The last puzzle piece.
He began to walk to the puzzle and slid it in.
The whole portrait came to life and the walls split open.
He was less instinct now so his eyes became wide with shock as he stepped into the darkness.
As he did so, the door closed behind him and the puzzle disappeared from his wall.
By now, somebody had come to check on him only to find Dewey asleep alone.
He kept walking and occasionally yelled. "Hello?" As if he expected some reply.
He came across a torch on the wall and as he continued to walk, he came across more torches.
And then he entered a large room and his mouth just dropped.
Pictures.
Lots of pictures of him with people he had never seen before.
Pictures of him doing crazy things he didn't remember doing at all.
But what got to him the most was the fact that he looked so happy.
"Wait. Is that me with a dragon?" He said, seeing a large picture of him clearing falling and there was a dragon face in the background.
On the wall was an Egyptian symbol.
"I don't remember any of this," he said, it was clear to him that this was a room filled with friends.
Friends he had forgotten.
So many friends.
He felt something.
He turned around and saw a tablet and on the stone tablet was none other than his hovering phone.
However, instead of freaking out at seeing it again, he walked towards it and touched it.
Words could not describe how right it felt in his hands.
The phone asked for a password and for some reason he remembered what Miss B told him and typed in, it unlocked.
Now unlocked, he went swiping through his apps and saw an app he had never seen before, it was probably the app that turned his phone into a monster.
He hesitated before tapping it.
He got ready to run.
However, he was met with a surprise.
The phone recognised him as the owner and let him in.
His phone entered him into a chat room and his status changed to logged in.
He was immediately bombed with messages.
'Are you okay?'
'Where we're you these few days?'
'I hope you got enough sleep'
A picture popped into the chat and it was a picture of a balloon that said 'Get well soon'.
The concern and we'll wishes kept coming in.
He watched this in real-time.
Where all these people concerned about him?
'Take care of yourself. Jigsaw will always be waiting for you'
Jigsaw?
'Once, apart of Jigsaw always a part of Jigsaw'
'There is no Jigsaw with you.'
'Jigsaw for life'
Jigsaw?
His head moved up to the symbol on the wall.
Jigsaw.
It finally hit him.
What he had been seeing wasn't a puzzle piece.
It was Jigsaw.
His Jigsaw.
He was Jigsaw.
He wanted to remember his Jigsaw.
His world crumbled around him but this time he didn't pass out.
Out of the shadows, stepped out a heroic version of him but in full Egyptians attire.
And then another, him stepped out in a suit and combed back hair.
Jigsaw and Double-O-Duck.
They both smiled at him.
"I want to remember," he said. "I want to remember all the friends on my phone and on the wall. I want to remember all the fun times I had with them"
This is what he wanted.
If there was a time in his life were he was so happy than he wanted to remember it.
"This is going to be one hell of a Merger, Jigsaw," said Double-O-Duck.
"I'm just glad I could escape to the mark when that beam hit," said Jigsaw.
Both of them put their hand out for him to take, and he slowly took them.
All three of them glowed.
And then he remembered it all.
The first time he saw that letter.
The first time he met Spy.
The test.
The acceptance.
The mark.
Meeting Spy again.
Going through a magical door to a magical world.
Training with spy.
Training with Gummy.
Meeting some more people.
Getting to use the puzzle to go to another part of the world where he met more friends and got to do more stuff together.
Meeting new people all the time.
The party invite.
The limousine.
The people he met at the party.
Spy.
The ghost dragon in the sky.
The roughhousing at the party and trying to stupidly fight that same dragon.
All the time he got knocked onto his butt and but got up laughing.
The happiest moments of his life.
Jigsaw.
He blinked and heard.
"Launchpad!"
He turned to find himself in the yard and everybody was coming out.
His outfit had become a mix of Jigsaw, Double-O-Duck and regular Launchpad.
He turned around and said. "Oh, hi Dewey. Hi, everybody" just like regular Launchpad.
"How in the blazes did you get here?" Said, Scrooge.
"Magic," he said, stunning them all. "But hey, the irregularity's in my amygdala, the hippocampus, cerebellum, and the prefrontal cortex have been settled. All three of us are here and in one form."
Everybody mouths we're open.
Big words were coming out of Launchpad's mouth!
And then he said. "Excuse me for one moment"
He walked to the side and used his phone and said something in Arabic.
And then they heard it.
A plane.
Everybody looked up to find a nicer plane than there's hover over the mansion and than a rope came down for Launchpad.
He turned around and said. "Sorry, everybody but no questions. This is my stuff." Before he said. "See you tomorrow!"
And then he was yanked up and the plane went.
And that's when they all heard a roar.
He left behind a row of gaping mouths.
He was pulled into the plane where he saw Spy and many others in full bodysuits.
"Welcome back, Darkwing Dash," said the duck.
"Thanks for waiting for me, friend," he said before he said. "Can I crash the plane?"
"We would be offended if you didn't crash the plane," said Spy.
Launchpad bounded up and down and ran to the pilot seat like a child and then he proceeded to crash right into the Moneybin.
Of course, he set off an alarm, he had to call his boss up so that the police and the Duck didn't show up while several places around town we're being raided.
"Hey, Mr McD," he said, on the phone. "It's Launchpad here. I kind of crash into your money Bin but no need to be alarmed, it's just me." He saw somebody and yelled. "Hey, where the hell are you going? Hawk, where are the weapons?"
There were several explosion.
"What the hell, is that a Dragon?" Yelled somebody in the background.
There were even more explosions.
Unknown to him the Duck family had the perfect view of the chaos going on in the town below.
"Hey, Steel beak. Remember me?" Said Launchpad.
"What the hell? So it's you. I thought I got rid of you" said the guy.
"You did. But I came back with more buffer friends" he said and than more explosions erupted.
Sounds of fighting echoed through the phone, a full-blown war was happening through the phone.
This was happening for a full hour before Launchpad came back but in all blue bodysuit.
"Oh, you guys still up?" He said, surprised to see them.
He took off the suit and entered the house.
The madness calmed down a few minutes later and all the destruction began to fix itself before their very eyes.
The streets were once again peaceful as the street cleaners came out.
"What the heck was what that and why weren't we apart of it!?" Yelled Dewey Duck.
What made it scarier was that the next morning, the news congratulated Scrooge McDuck for what happened the night before.
All the members of F.O.W.L were once again behind bars.
Truly the man reputation had covered Jigsaw's activity's last night.
Scrooge on the only hand could only stare at Launchpad who was buttering his toast as if nothing happened last night.
In fact, everybody was staring at Launchpad.
"You guys got your secrets. I got mine" he said. "I don't need to tell you everything"
"Oh, come on! A War clearly went on last night!" Said Dewey. "At least tell me if you throw a bomb"
"Last night? I was here last night. Awesome job, by the way, Mr McD" he said, and if looks could kill.
And that's when Donald Duck rushed into the room.
Where had he been?
"I can't believe!" Said the Duck. "My friend Panchito made it! He's going on a tour next week!"
Everybody was stunned, especially Scrooge, however, Miss B noticed Launchpad didn't look shocked like the rest of them.
"Wait, a minute, Launchpad," said Miss B. "Did you know this would happen?'
"Huh?" He said. "Of course not. I don't even know who this guy is. You guys really need to stop assuming that I know every red Rooster. I really don't" he took a bite of the toast.
"Wait. How do you know he's a red Rooster, you only met him once and that was briefly on the phone" said Donald.
He realised his mistake and said. "I'm going to eat in my room"
"Oh, no you don't," said Webby only for Launchpad to perform a move that made them swap places.
She was stunned and so were all of them.
"Got my moves back from both sides of me," he said, like Double-O-Duck. "Seriously, you guys are way too interested in my business, go on an adventure or something. I can totally hang out with my collection of Darkwing Duck"
He then left.
Everybody looked at each other suspicious and then headed to the basement, however instead of catching him in a marathon, the basement proved to be completely empty.
That and the limousine was gone.
"He straight up lied to us," said Huey.
"Yeah, but we have to respect Launchpad wishes," said Della.
"Yep, no matter how much we want to force him to spill this, this is his secret," said Scrooge and then the man left.
Seconds later, Dewey said. "I didn't know Uncle Scrooge would be so okay with-"
"GOD DAMN'T! THERE WAS A DRAGON LAST NIGHT!" yelled Scrooge.
"Guess not," said Donald.
END