A/N- How was that last chapter? It seemed to get some good responses. Well, the countdown continues…including this chapter, only four more left. On with the show!
Chapter 9
Darkwing put his hands on his hips and turned toward his diabolical double. Honker was sadly gathering Quiverwing's things and placing them in the Ratcatcher--in which Darkwing had informed the group that it was parked outside. Launchpad was busy watching Negaduck nervously. As for the Mallard Menace, he was doing nothing but staring back at Darkwing. A few moments passed in an exasperated silence. Finally, Negaduck harrumphed.
"What are you staring at, Dipwing?" he growled at him.
"Why are you helping me?" the Mighty Masked Mallard asked.
Negaduck shrugged. "Got me. I just feel bad--"
"That she's been kidnapped?" Launchpad interrupted, incredulously.
Negaduck growled in his direction, causing him to jump towards Darkwing, who sighed.
"That she's been kidnapped by such incompetent idiots. She's a good hero, as much as it kills me to say it. Even better than you, Darkwing," Negaduck said, causing Darkwing--who had had his chest puffing out with pride--to deflate. "In fact, if she wasn't a kid, I'd leave her be."
"To be killed?" Darkwing challenged.
"No. To escape. There's no way those idiots could hold her if she were older…in fact, they don't stand that great of a chance as it is."
"And you think you could?" Darkwing asked, scoffing.
"I did. If you recall that incident out in the forest, it was only because your sidekick and Honker showed up that you were able to escape," he stated.
"He's right, DW," Launchpad piped in.
Darkwing narrowed his eyes and glared in his sidekick's direction.
"Fine! So, the situation--as it stands now--is that my daughter is trapped with four--not one or two or three, but four--four villains. And we're just going to stand here until…what? What are we waiting for?" Darkwing said, getting impatient.
At that point in time, Honker showed up behind Darkwing and cleared his throat. All eyes turned to him.
"What?" Launchpad asked him.
"Uh, um, uh, um, Sirs, um, uh," he stammered.
"Honker!" Darkwing groaned.
"You need to see this!" he said, running out to the Ratcatcher.
The three adults followed him. There, on the mini-television Darkwing had attached to his motorcycle, was Megavolt--center stage--accompanied by Bushroot, Quackerjack, and Liquidator. In Bushroot's arms was Quiverwing, a glare permanently in her eyes as she struggled with her vegetated captor.
"That was fast," Darkwing muttered.
Then, Megavolt spoke.
"Hello, Darkwing, Negaduck…and sidekick person--because we know you are watching. As you can see, we have Quiverwing Quack in our possession. If you want the duckling back in one, un-fried piece, here's what you have to do," he said, pausing here for emphasis.
After a few moments of just staring at the screen--on which Megavolt had not continued--Negaduck hissed, "Well, what, you idiot!"
On the screen, Quackerjack nudged Megavolt, who jumped, nodded, and muttered something off screen to his fellows. Then, turning back toward the camera, he continued, "Sorry. Now, go to the abandoned Wacky Willy's Toy Factory in west downtown St. Canard. We only want Darkwing and Negaduck…the sidekick and the other kid can stay at home. Be there by midnight, or Quack gets it."
Past that, there was some quibbling over how to turn off the camera. Finally, they figured it out, and it went black. Darkwing turned to the three standing around him.
"Looks like we have what we need. Now, as for Honk and LP--" he said, but Honker cut him off.
"I'm going with you," he said, albeit quietly.
"Me too," Launchpad said, clapping the youngster on the shoulder.
Negaduck grinned wickedly. "Bringing them could be a mistake."
"No, I don't think so. We'll just have to form a plan…" Darkwing said, drawing Negaduck, Launchpad, and Honker into a huddle.
End Notes: Man, lots of dialogue here. And this chapter is nothing like what it was supposed to be. I think that's a good thing. Anyhow, please review!