A/N- I hope everyone liked that last chapter. I didn't expect anyone to find the mask scene sad, but I'm flattered that you did. Thanks for all the reviews! Here's the next chapter.

Chapter 3

Honker and Quiverwing had successfully escaped into the city. Darkwing and Launchpad had not even noticed their figures as they had descended in front of the living room window.

Now they strolled the city streets, equally unseen. Honker seem to jump at every noise. Quiverwing found this both annoying and amusing.

"So, where are we headed?" Honker asked quietly, as if someone were listening in.

"We're heading to the bad side of town," Quiverwing replied, not bothering to lower her voice.

"The bad side of town! G--I mean--Quiverwing, we can't go there!"

"And why not?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe because we're just a couple of kids!" Honker said, uncharacteristically sarcastic.

Quiverwing decided to ignore this comment completely. They didn't speak until the bars that signified the "bad side" of town were in sight.

It was a dingy, cluttered place, this side of town. Yelling was going on from all sides of the hero and her makeshift sidekick as they made their way inward.

"So, where do we look first? And for what?" Honker asked.

"We need to go to the Bandit, the bar that most the bad guys hang out around here. I've overheard Dad talking about it to Launchpad a million times. As for what we're looking for, a clue, information, anything like that will do."

They had arrived at the swinging doors of the Bandit, just to find that someone had beaten them to the punch. In a very loud and obvious way, someone was inside, looking for the same information. Exchanging quick glances, Quiverwing and Honker stuck their heads through the door.

A person in a long, hooded, ratty cloak was yelling the question, "Who's behind the robbery?" at a one-eyed fisherman.

"I figured that Negaduck was behind it all!" the fisherman shouted back.

"I have it on a very reliable source that he's not. So fess up. What lowlife is trying to ruin his reputation of decent robberies?" the cloaked figured menaced.

Honker let out a snort of laughter at the evident oxymoron. Suddenly, the cloaked person lost his temper.

"Duck!" Quiverwing yelled, grabbing Honker as she dove out of the way.

The fisherman had been hurled from the bar. The cloaked figure was not finished, however. He stepped out of the bar after the poor fisherman.

"I know you, McGinny. I know that you know who did this," the figure said, pulling a chainsaw from within the folds of his cloak.

As he did this, the cloak fell from his shoulders. Quiverwing gasped, followed quickly by Honker.

"Negaduck!" they said in unison.

The Mallard Menace turned to face them, in which time the fisherman ran away, and sneered.

"Well, if it isn't the Dipwing Wannabe and her faithful pet. What are you two pipsqueaks doing here?" he said.

Quiverwing, unafraid, stepped up to him.

"You're under arrest!" she said.

"For what!"

"For the robbery of that bank. Now it's clear. That must've been you!"

Negaduck laughed. He cut the chainsaw off, and then turned to the young hero.

"Listen here, kiddo," he said, leaning on the saw, "I didn't do any crimes. I've only been in town for a hour or so. You can't imagine just how much of a maze that forest was! But now, I come here and hear some newswoman spouting about how I robbed some two-bit bank. Poorly too, I might add. That's what makes me angry. A robot with my colors that I didn't build? Just left to do as it wishes? No one controlling it or laughing at the destruction it was causing? Whoever is messin' with my rep is gonna pay."

"Quiverwing," Honker whispered.

"What?" she whispered back.

"I think he's telling the truth."

"What!" she yelled.

Negaduck raised an eyebrow.

"Wait a second," Quiverwing said. The Mallard Menace smirked, then pulled out a long, metal file and began to file his nails.

The young hero dragged Honker off to the side. Sighing, she asked again, more calmly, "What?"

"Look. He's not running. He turned off the chainsaw. And he just terrorized that fisherman for nothing. That doesn't add up," Honker said, reasonably. He kept his voice lowered, hoping that Negaduck didn't hear him.

"Honker, this is Negaduck! He doesn't run, he's probably planning something worse than a chainsaw massacre, and he'd kill for a chocolate bar!" Quiverwing whispered feverishly.

"I hate chocolate," Negaduck said loudly.

Both Quiverwing and Honker turned to look at him. He shrugged and put the chainsaw away.

"Look, I know I'm not giving you a lot of reason to trust me. Especially you, girlie," Negaduck said, looking at her. Quiverwing glowered at him. He continued, "But I'm not doing these crimes, and I want a chance to stop the idiot who is. This chump has no idea how to properly do a crime."

"Quiverwing, I thing we need his help," Honker said.

Quiverwing let out something that sounded like a wounded animal. Negaduck laughed again.

"A partnership…again," he said, putting out hand.

"You leave us or betray us again, I'm kicking your butt!" Quiverwing said, taking his hand and shaking it only once.

"That's fair. Which I also hate. Anyhow, what next, hero-girl?" he said. "I'm not good at this stuff."

"Well," Honker said, pushing up his glasses, "I think we ought to interrogate the only other suspect we have."

"Who?" Negaduck and Quiverwing said in unison.

Honker sighed. "The Passerby."

"Of course, but, Honk, how are we going to get into the prison to talk to him? It's not like we're well known heroes. And Negs isn't going to help us out there either," Quiverwing said.

"Okay, as part of our agreement, DO NOT call me Negs again," Negaduck said.

"Sure…Negsy," Quiverwing smiled.

He let out a growl. Honker sighed again. "Guys! I have an idea!"

"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's hear it," Quiverwing said, placing an arm around Honker's shoulders.

End Notes: The odd couple, back together again! Okay, sorry for the long wait. I had a bit of writer's block--in many different ways, might I add. Anyway, I hope you liked this. Please R R! Thanks!