A/N- Sorry for the long wait. I've been focusing on another DW fic of mine.
Chapter 5
Quiverwing sighed, replacing the magnifying glass within the folds of her cape. She, Honker, and Negaduck were in the street outside the bank that this had all started in. Honker was a little off to her right, scraping the road with his toe every now and then. Negaduck just appeared to be standing there.
"I've got nothing," Quiverwing announced.
"Neither do I," Honker said, looking up at her apologetically.
They both turned to Negaduck, expecting some sort of answer. However, he merely looked off to his left, then to his right, and then down at his feet. Quiverwing began to tap her webbed foot on the ground. Then, he bent and picked up something red in color. Quiverwing walked over to him.
"Did you find something?" she asked him.
He nodded and handed her a red colored bolt. Honker, now over Quiverwing's shoulder, straightened his glasses and peered at the object.
"It appears to be from that machine," he said.
She nodded in agreement.
"Look at what's on it," Negaduck said, pointing to the bolt's other side.
Quiverwing turned the bolt over and discovered writing on it. Squinting so she could read, she said, "It says "Laff's Toy Company. Boys, I think we have another clue!"
Honker nodded, and Negaduck raised an eyebrow at her. However, there was nothing said as the three hopped on the bike and sped off.
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Meanwhile, Darkwing sat in front of the mega-computer at Darkwing Tower. He had before him a copy of the evening newspaper and all the clues--which were not many--before him. He tapped the keyboard thoughtfully before finally giving up and turning on the evening news.
The ever-present, ever-annoying Tom Lockjaw was on. Darkwing often thought that his career would've been better off as a game show rather than a news anchorman. However, now he stood in front of the bank that Darkwing, Launchpad, and Quiverwing had been at earlier.
Darkwing sighed as his thoughts drifted to his little girl. He hoped that he hadn't been too harsh on her. But it was for her own good! She was too young to be out and about as a superhero anyhow. After all, he himself had not become a superhero until…
"…I was eleven," Darkwing said, finishing his thoughts aloud. "Geez, that's not much older than her."
On this thought, Darkwing reached for the telephone. However, his eye caught something halfway there that made him stop. In the background, her magnifying glass out, was Quiverwing Quack! A brief wave of anger and worry swept over Darkwing as he watched her call out to…Honker, who just now stepped into view.
"You've endangered yourself…and your best friend!" Darkwing whispered, as if preparing for the lecture he was to give her later.
But who stepped into the screen next was the icing on the cake. As soon as Darkwing caught sight of Negaduck's yellow, black, and red outfit, he leapt out of his chair and ran to his Ratcatcher. Launchpad, who had been tinkering with the ThunderQuack, walked out towards the bike. Just as his sidekick tried to ask him what was wrong, Darkwing had grabbed him by his scarf and pulled him into the sidecar.
"DW! Slow down! What's wrong?" he asked.
"Gosalyn," was all the Masked Mallard said.
And that was all that was needed. If Darkwing was in that big of a rush, and the only explanation was his daughter's name, then Launchpad knew that the kid must be in some kind of trouble.
End Notes: Okay! Did you enjoy that? Please review and let me know!