A/N- Thanks for the reviews! Here's the next chapter! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to get back to this story. I've just been flooded with inspirations for new fics…original and fan-wise…and I had a lot of new type of things going on. Well, I may not get back to this fic for a while after this post either, but this is just to show that I still have this fic in mind…somewhere…

Chapter 4

"I am the terror--ahem, no. I am the terror--that's still not right," Negaduck said, standing in front of a full-body mirror.

He was dressed in the purple costume that Darkwing usually wore. This had been Honker's plan. He knew that everyone in the police station where the Passerby was being held knew what Darkwing looked and sounded like. Getting Negaduck to dress as Darkwing had been the easy part, he'd done it so many times before, but to get him to sound like Darkwing? That was an entirely different story.

So here they were, Negaduck--dressed as Darkwing; Quiverwing Quack; and Honker Muddlefoot, standing in a drab room that the Mallard Menace was calling "home."

"Darkwing's voice is higher--" Honker began, but when Negaduck glared at him via his reflection, the Muddlefoot quickly added, "sir."

"Don't let this duck intimidate you, Honk. He's not going to hurt anyone," Quiverwing said, leaning on the threshold of the room.

"Why do I have to sound like Dipwing again? I've never had to do that before," Negaduck said, turning. Apparently, he had chosen to ignore her comment.

"You weren't dealing with people that knew him all that well before," Honker reasoned, albeit timidly.

"I dealt with those dopes at S.H.U.S.H."

At this, Quiverwing and Honker exchanged looks. Everyone at the spy agency known as S.H.U.S.H. knew Darkwing rather well. Quiverwing sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Fine." she said. "Let's just go, then."

…………………

As it turned out, it didn't matter whether he sounded like the real Darkwing or not. All the Police Chief had to see was the purple costume and…although some groaning was involved…he let them into an interrogation room.

"That was easy," Honker whispered, staring anxiously at the long mirror in the room.

Quiverwing had the strong urge to go and make faces into the two-way contraption, but she fought it down. Negaduck didn't, and it took both Quiverwing and Honker to pull on his cape to stop him. Finally, the door to the room opened again. A duck in blue, plain clothing and shackles with a tuff of red hair upon his head was being led in.

"Five minutes," the officer who had led him in announced to the waiting "heroes" as he turned and left.

"What's your game, Passerby?" Quiverwing asked as soon as the doors shut.

He looked up at her. Then, a wicked smile came over him.

"I know you. You're Darkwing's friend," he said.

"Obviously…we're standing here with him," she replied.

He leaned forward. Whispering, he said, "I know that's not him. Tsk, tsk. What would Darkwing say? His own daughter…working with his nemesis. I take it he doesn't know?"

"Shut up…" Quiverwing hissed. "I want to know how you did it!"

The passerby leaned back. "How I did what?"

"How you robbed that bank!"

"Would love to tell you, dear, but I didn't do it. I've been shackled up here. I've got to be free-limbed to be able to use my power. Ask the guards."

Quiverwing turned to Negaduck at this point. His eyes were narrowed, as if searching for something. After a few moments, he looked down at Honker and her.

"He didn't do it. Let's go," he said, turning and signaling to the mirror that they were done.

"What do you mean? How do you know?" Quiverwing asked as the officer came back into the room.

Negaduck tipped his hat at him and led the two mini-heroes outside.

"He did it, and you're covering for him!" Quiverwing said immediately after leaving the station.

"I'm hurt, kid. We have an agreement. And he didn't do it. Why would he still be in the prison if he had done it?" Negaduck asked.

They were walking around to the back of the station where he had parked his motorbike. Quiverwing's eyes went wide.

"Well, to have an alibi for one thing!" she exclaimed.

Honker was walking steadily behind them. He knew better than to step into that line of fire.

"Nah. You remember him. He's too arrogant. He would've thought that we could never catch him," Negaduck said, now hopping onto this bike.

Quiverwing stopped. She opened her beak to argue but found that she could make none. Growling while Negaduck laughed, both her and Honker hopped onto the back.

"So now what?" Negaduck asked.

"All we've got left is the scene of the crime," Quiverwing said.

"Can't hurt to have a closer look at it," Honker said.

With a nod, Negaduck started up his bike and, pulling a wheelie, they were off.

End Notes: I hope everyone enjoyed that. I know it was short, but I just can't seem to make these chapters long. Please review!