A/N: Okay. Here is the next chapter! Darkwing and Co. are not mine. They belong to Disney, 'nuff said. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Two

"Ouch! SON OF A B-agpipe", Drake Mallard ended his intended curse weakly as he rubbed his head, glaring at the pipe he had just banged it on. Climbing out from under the sink, Drake was faced with the simpering face of his neighbor, Binkie Muddlefoot. He had just come from stopping Liquidator from a bank heist as Darkwing, ready for a good nap he might add, and was confronted by the silly housewife. Needless to say, it had been the last thing he had wanted to do.

"Oh are you alright Drake?" she asked, trying to help him up.

"Yeah I'm just peachy." Drake snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he yanked his arm, somewhat unkindly, from the woman's grasp. Seeing her hurt expression, Drake softened, "I'm sorry Binkie. It's this stupid sink that is getting me worked up." He didn't mention the fact that she wouldn't shut up while he tried to fix her sink was contributing to his mood. Of course, anything that brought him into speaking range of his annoying neighbors put him out really.

Binkie Muddlefoot was automatically appeased with his explanation and shoved her answer to all medical or emotional problems on him. One of her terrifyingly sugary cookies. "Here dear you look famished, eat this and take a break for a while."

Giving in to the inevitable, Drake sighed and took a seat at the Muddlefoot's kitchen table. When Binkie wasn't looking he jumped up, shoved the cookie into the jar again, and sat back down. Meanwhile his host, oblivious to the operation going on behind her, was chattering up a storm. "oh you know Drake it was so nice of you to lead a hand around here. I normally would have had Herb do thing kind of thing, he's quite handy you know, but Herb is out selling Quackerware right now so when the sink broke I was just in such a predicament. So I thought to myself 'Well why don't you go ask Mr. Mallard for some help. He's handy enough, not quite as handy as my Herb of course, but very good with little fix-it jobs like this."

Drake had tuned her out as soon as he could. At the moment he was picturing the poor soul who was dealing with Herb and his Quackerware at the moment. Now that was a fate worse than death. Besides, it was a hot day and Herb could be such a freeloader sometimes. Hadn't the hundreds of times his T.V. had been taken over by the large mallard shown that? Herb could be quite the nuisance if you didn't know had to handle him. He was snapped out of his thoughts as Mrs. Muddlefoot asked him about the sink. Sighing inwardly, Drake prepared for the dive back under the monstrosity known as the Muddlefoot's plumbing. Right before he did he cast one last thought to the people that Herb could be terrorizing with his annoying antics. Lord help them, he thought, but, seeing the cookies that Binkie was ready to force on him when he came out, the thought quickly turned into, Lord help me.

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Lord help me. Bushroot thought as he watched Quackerjack set up some sort of maniacal contraption that was supposed to get Herb out of his foliage. His leafy hand drummed nervously on the work table he was sitting at with the two other villains. No one was offering to help the insane duck. After all, they each wanted him to fail so they could give it a try. Though Bushroot had taken it upon himself to remind the giggling duck every so often about the rules to his "game", resulting each time with some sort of whine about spoilsport plants. The mutated botanist didn't pay any attention to it however, he wouldn't put it past the demented toymaker to break the rules just because he thought they were boring, or that he simply forgot about them.

Beside the nervous plant sat the Liquidator and across from him was Megavolt, both wearing identical expressions of boredom on their faces. The Liquidator let out a gurgling sigh. There hadn't been too much action yet. It was One-Forty and Quackerjack had already wasted twenty minutes setting up his, supposedly safe, contraption. The first fifteen minuets of Quackerjack's time had been wasted in a fruitless, yet hilarious, attempt to bore the fat duck away. Turning his watery head he looked and saw that Herb was stillbeing entertained by the Mr. Trivia Buff doll that Quackerjack had set on him. Liquidator let out a burble of mirth, catching Megavolt's attention.

Following the H2O dog's gaze Megavolt let out his own snort of laughter. "The only person who would ever even like that toy turns out to be the guy that Quackerjack wanted to annoy with it. Who knew that dope would like useless trivia so much."

"Hey, watch who you're calling a dope." Bushroot warned, not taking his eyes off of Quackerjack, as if the clown would sneak in something dangerous when he wasn't watching.

"What? You feel bad for your little house guest?" the electric rat asked, sneering.

Reluctantly taking his eyes off of Quackerjack, Bushroot shook his head, "Of- of course not. I just don't think-"

"What would you say if Bushroot told you he wanted us to let Herb alone? Would you be skeptical? Would you be amused? Or would you be plainly dumbfounded in disbelief that someone would want to keep that pest around?" Liquidator butted into the conversation, his dark blue eyes gleaming mischievously.

"I don't want him to stay around, no! But I-"

"Then keep your beak shut." Megavolt cut him off and Liquidator added to the statement by dousing the plant with water.

Bushroot sputtered and turned back to watch the toymaker in a huff, while Megavolt and the Liquidator snickered. Now that the fun taunting Bushroot was over, the two villains lapsed by into silence, bored again.

Their silence didn't last for long as Quackerjack had just been putting the finishing touches on his contraption. With a squeak of excitement he almost danced over to his waiting companions, who were now looking at what the crazy duck had set up. It looked like a demented form of something you would build with the "Mousetrap" board game.

It started on one side of the room with a string attached to the power button on the T.V. The string led to a gutter drain that was balanced precariously on top of the handles of two rakes, a shovel, and a very large pair of pruning shears. On top of the gutter were several of Quackerjack's super bounce balls that the toymaker always had handy. At the end of the gutter was an extra large whoopee cushion that was pointed at a tower of building blocks. This tower was, miraculously, holding up a metal cage. In front of the couch Herb was sitting on stood ten muscular teddy bears which all had wind-up keys in their backs. These keys were all tied to yet another string which was attached to Quackerjack's faithful rocking horse. Behind the couch was a boogie board and on the floor below the cage was a giant red X.

"Really pretty Quacky but what does it do?" Megavolt voiced the opinions of them all as they looked at Quackerjack's contraption.

"Oooooh! I was hoping you'd ask!" the jester giggled as he clapped his hands. He straightened up and cleared his throat, "Gentlemen, may I draw your attention to the string placed on the T.V.'s power button. Now when I press the switch to turn on the T.V. the string shall set the bouncy balls into motion. All of the balls will then proceed to roll down, down, down the gutter where it will hit the whoopee cushion. The air of which will topple my Tower of Toy Terror! And when the Tower goes boom it will release the cage.

"Meanwhile, after having pressed the switch I will rock the horse into motion, making the keys pull out of my teddy bears. Once that is done the bears will push the couch over, plopping our fat feathered friend onto the boogie board, which will send him careening under the cage, which will be falling at just the right time and SNAP! Muddle-fuddle is trapped under a cage that I don't have the key for. To get out we'll take him, and his Quackerware, to a locksmith and ditch him!" Quackerjack, having kept himself composed long enough to give his speech, fell to the ground laughing.

"Quackerjack that plan is crazy!" Bushroot groaned slapping a leaf to his beak.

"DUH!" Quackerjack snickered as he got up, "But my brilliant plan does have a set back." He glanced at the Liquidator, the bells on his hat had stopped jingling.

"Inquiring minds want to know. What is it?" the ex-salesman asked suspiciously, his eyebrow cocked.

"Well, you see Licky, it's like this," the jester put an arm around the watery canine as best he could, "to get the boogie board to slide, I need water. And I've already used Bushy's hose to hook the tower to the cage." Quackerjack ignored Bushroot's gasp of horror and continued watching the Liquidator carefully, "Soooo I was wondering if you would be a pal and help me out, you being made of water and all."

The Liquidator kept quiet except for a disdainful snort and sloshed out of Quackerjack's "friendly grasp". Quackerjack pouted, "Oh c'mon Licky. This won't work without you! Besides, it's already One Forty-eight. I only have twelve minutes left, please, please, please, Please, PLEASE. I'll be your best friend!"

"Hey I thought I was your best friend." Megavolt gasped, as he looked at the toymaker with a hurt expression on his face.

Quackerjack waved him away, "Hush Megs, I'm trying to bribe someone here. How about I let you keep your part of the loot when I win?"

Liquidator looked at the jester, a smile playing on his wet lips, "Half."

"Haaaaaaalf," whined Quackerjack, his mouth pulling into a pout, "no fair!" When he saw that the Liquidator wasn't budging, he nodded.

"Excellent choice! The Liquidator's talents are at your service." the super villain boomed in his upbeat jargon as he got into the position that Quackerjack indicated. But under his breath he added, "I'll comply to the terms stated. I'll make the board slide. Where it slides is a whole other matter, and management is not responsible for any accidental miscalculations." The Liquidator was out for himself first and foremost, and why should he settle for half of the loot promised when he could get all of it?

Unaware of what Liquidator was plotting, Quackerjack had sauntered over to Herb, who was still "playing" with the Mr. Trivia Buff doll.

"World War II, or the Second World War, was a global military conflict lasting from 1939 to 1945 which involved most of the world's nations, such as Quacktopolis, Beakapotamia, and many more. These powers organised into two opposing military alliances: the Ducklies and the Duckxis." the toy spouted as Herb pulled the string back.

"Hoo boy! Wouldya hear that! Old Drakester will just love all of these insightful facts about the Second World War," he was just about to yank the string, which had never gotten this much use in its life, when Quackerjack walked up to him.

"Heeeeeey pal!" the jester shouted gleefully as he pulled a cartwheel in front of the couch. "I think Mr. Trivia Buff needs a rest. Don't you?"

"Well I uh-"

"Great!" Quackerjack snatched the doll out of the door-to-door salesman's hands and tossed it over his shoulder. "Now, what should we do?" he put one hand on his hip and the other under his chin, the picture of deep thought, "I KNOW! How about we watch that show of yours. Pelican's Island was it?"

"Oh yeah! Great idea Quack-a-roonie!" Herb said,he had made up annoying nick-names for each of the four frustrated super villains. Bushroot had been dubbed Bushy-Buddy, Quackerjack was Quack-a-roonie, Megavolt was- to his complete surprise and anger- Sparky, and the only person that Herb had not technically given a nick-name was the Liquidator. Though Herb messed up his name every time he said it, stubbornly refusing to call him anything but the Liquinator, which bothered the H2O infused canine to no end.

The large Muddlefoot began to get up and reach for the power button, "I'll just turn on the ol' tube here and-"

"NO! A-hem I mean no no Mr. Muddlefoot," he said, trying to stay calm as he shoved the mallard back onto his seat, "I'll get it. It's plaaaaytiiiiime!" With a fiendish chuckle Quackerjack pushed the switch and knocked the rocking horse to get it to swing. Quackerjack then hopped back to where Bushroot and Megavolt were standing, ready to watch his masterpiece. It was chaos, the bouncy balls rolled, clanging and bouncing down the track, the teddy bears pushed with all their might, the rocking horse was rocking insanely. Even Megavolt, who had been pouting because of Quackerjack's "best friend" comment, snapped out of his pity party to watch in amazement as the toy maker's trap fell into place.

Everything was going just as Quackerjack had planned, until it came to Liquidator's part. Herb fell back, stunned, onto the boogie board and the water surged under it. But instead of going straight towards the X on the floor, the water stream diverted at the last second, sending Herb Muddlefoot into a patch of cabbages. The cage snapped right next to him as he scooted by on Liquidator's current.

Bushroot yelled in concern for his precious plants and rushed over to get Herb off of them while Megavolt backpedaled to avoid getting any water on him. Quackerjack himself was looking, dumbstruck, at his foiled plan. Clenching his hands together, the jester turned his wild eyes to Liquidator, who was standing in his spot, a look of pure innocence on his face. Quackerjack took a deep breath, counted to ten, and screamed, "LIQUIDATOR!"

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J. Gander Hooter sat in his office, filling out paperwork. He hated paperwork, but it came with the job as Head of S.H.U.S.H. He knew that the job was going to be more signatures and public affairs than adrenaline and mortal combat. Doesn't make this any more interesting though, Gander thought wryly as he pushed the stack of work away from him.

Pulling out a small notebook, Gander checked off things that he had to do, making small notes here and there. Normally S.H.U.S.H.'s head was quite a scatterbrain, which is why it was so important for him to have a quality secretary. If not, things would be chaotic, at least more chaotic than normal, around the secret facility.

He snapped his mind out of the random train of thought he was on. He saw on the small notebook page that Doctor Sara Bellum had made a request to show him a new contraption of hers. He smiled, Dr. Bellum, though some people called her crazy, was a genius in his eyes.

Not to mention quite pretty.

Gander blinked, surprised with himself for thinking such a thought. They were colleagues, in a professional relationship. Nothing less, nothing more.

But what if I want more?

Once again the random thought surprised him. He shook his head, wondering what had gotten into himself. Perhaps he should not go see Dr. Bellum, just to stop whatever this was.

No I want- need to see her. Now.

He nodded to himself and got out of his chair. It wasn't random thought. he really did want to see the doctor. As he opened the door his secretary, Cairina Quack, looked up. Cocking her eyebrow the experienced secretary, smirked, "Going somewhere sir?"

"Oh! Um, Hello Cairina yes I'm just going to pop down to the science lab for a bit. Not to be disturbed, you know."

"Yes I do." she said, trying to retain a professional air, but couldn't help but add mischievously, "Going to see Dr. Bellum?"

"Yes- Oh wait! I mean no. I mean... I was thinking I might drop by her office if she's in." Gander walked hurriedly out of his secretary's questioning stare, who just shrugged after his retreating figure.

Down in the science lab Dr. Bellum was feverishly yanking on a screwdriver that was stuck in a small box that she had,supposedly, been working on. She had just brought out the TNT when J. Gander Hooter walked in. Looking up, Dr. Bellum smiled, it had been awhile since she had seen her owlish boss lately. Too long in the doctor's opinion. She loved watching him, seeing him admire her work, looking at his smile that was just for her. Sure, he was no spring chicken, but neither was she. She just didn't show it as much, and she wasn't getting any younger... Of course she had kept these opinions about her boss to herself. Though brilliant with her science, Sara had never been able to convey her feelings to others well, if at all, without encouragement. She nodded at the small owl, "Hello Director Hooter. You doing well today?"

"Y- yes I'm, ahem, I'm fine." Gander stammered, mentally smacking himself as he looked at the female duck. "I came here to check up on you. I mean to check you over! I- I mean to check over your experiments!" the flustered owl was now turning red.

The doctor, who was turning a bit pink herself, looked down at the screwdriver, trying to give herself something to do. It only took one yank to get the idiotic tool out of the mess of wires. Traitor, she thought, spitefully looking at the insubordinate screwdriver. Shaking her head, the doctor realized that an awkward silence had fallen over the room while she had been resentfully reprimanding the inanimate object. She cleared her throat and tried to change the subject, by going back to it.

"Yes, my experiment. I assume you mean the one I called in yesterday."

Gander simply nodded, feeling it best if he didn't speak again. Ever.

"Right," she grabbed the small box from the table, "this is the fruit of my work on the surplus of accidental, coincidental, or purposeful use of abilities beyond the scope of a normal person!" She beamed at J. Gander, until she saw the confused look on his face, "In layman's terms- super power residue."

"Oh, so what does it do?"

"If any of our super powered villains use their abilities to an extent greater than three point o' nine six then we will be able to get a quick lock on them. I have even gotten it to track some of the activity of Quackerjack's toys!"

"Excellent work Dr. Bellum! Darkwing will be extremely excited to hear of this breakthrough!" She blushed under his praise. He took the device from her, "Can I see it work?"

Sara smiled and flicked a switch on the small panel. At first there was nothing but silence. Then, just as Gander had considered giving the project up for a loss, the contraption began to beep. A small holographic map came from a projector, a red dot indicating the place where the surge occurred. Gander put the machine on the table and wrote down the coordinates. Suddenly, the little box began to beep more rapidly. Not good. Flashed through Gander's head and, using his long past S.H.U.S.H. training, he flung himself onto the Doctor covering her, or as much of her as his short body could cover, from the explosion that came from the box.

Getting up slowly J. Gander and Dr. Sara saw the steaming pile of metal that used to be the invention. Sighing, Sara sat down on a chair. "Darn it. And I was so sure nothing was going to explode this time."

Gander pulled up a chair and patted Sara's hand. "Well look at it this way. At least we knowsomething's going on. That is much better than not knowing anything, right?" he got a small smile and nod from the Doctor which made him bolder, "Besides, my old joints needed the shock. I was worried that I was going soft." That got her to laugh.

She sighed again though, saying, "I guess you'll want to go gather your agents up to go find out what this is, right?"

"I don't know about that. I mean after all you have just had a very traumatizing experience," he took a firmer hold on her hand, it was now or never, "I think that as your boss it is my duty to make sure you're okay. Perhaps with a late lunch... and a walk in the park?"

"J. Gander are you asking me on a date?"

"That depends, are you going to say yes?"

She nodded and stood with him. Then a thought came into her mind, "What about what the radar said?"

"Gander's face fell for a moment, but then it cleared. There was a roguish smile on his face as he said, "Let's let Darkwing Duck take care of it. He is the professional in these kinds of cases."

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Meanwhile, not knowing that they were in the middle of helping a test run for a new piece of S.H.U.S.H. technology, the Fearsome Four were fighting. Well, to be more correct: Quackerjack was chasing Liquidator, who was taunting him to drag out the time, Bushroot was trying to get them to cut it out, and Megavolt was distracting Herb, and failing miserably.

"Guys. GUYS! Stop it! Oh you're going to crush the daisies!" Bushroot cried as he tried to hold a furious Quackerjack away from the Liquidator.

"You, you CHEATER! You're just no FAIR!" Quackerjack raged throwing some new experimental super-fast drying glue at the conning ex-salesman.

"Feeling duped? Let down? Just plain cheated? Well then take my advice. Don't trust The Liquidator when it comes to competition. I'm in it to win it!" the watery dog advertised as he dodged the projectiles easily and hid behind a large palm tree.

Over at the other side of the greenhouse Megavolt was trying to act like nothing was going on. He was supposed to keep Herb's attention at the moment, it wouldn't be good for anyone, even an oaf like Herb, to see that the Fearsome Five had problems like bickering. "So... uh... you like..." Megavolt tried to make small talk, probing his fried brain for the name of that show that the fat duck liked to watch. He closed his eyes in concentration. Suddenly, he remembered!

"Pelican's Island!" he cried triumphantly, opening his eyes. Unfortunately, when Megavolt had been caught up in trying to remember, Herb had walked over to the action.

Bushroot, tiring of Quackerjack's frantic clawing at his petals in order to get at Licky and his arms growing weary, shouted, "Enough!" He motioned his vines over, telling them to bind the furious jester. Once Quackerjack found that he could not get out of the grip of the plants, he settled into a moody pout. Bushroot sighed in relief and turned to face Liquidator, only to find that the dog was already being chewed out by Herb. He shot a look at Megavolt, who just shrugged and went over to his toy maker pal, trying to get him to cheer up.

Bushroot walked over to Herb and the Liquidator, who was looked like he was trying not to laugh, and caught the end of the conversation. "And all that to say that you should be more careful 'bout where your water is flowin' someone coulda gotten hurt. As my Binkie says "Safety First" you get what I mean Mr. Liquinator?"

As soon as Herb pronounced his name wrong, all traces of mirth left the face of the dog. His liquid ears pinned back against his head and he growled in a low voice, "Liquidator. Liqui-DA-tor why can you get it through your thick-"

"Ookay," Bushroot slid in between the angry ex-salesman and the clueless door-to-door salesman, "I think Licky's learned his lesson. Thank you Herb."

Herb smiled, headed over to the T.V., and turned it on. After making sure that the Liquidator was calm enough not to kill Herb, Bushroot headed over to the other two super villains. Thanks to Megavolt, and what ever he had said while he was bent over the pouting duck, Quackerjack seemed to be back to normal. After getting a quick nod from the electrical rat, Bushroot told the vines to let Quackerjack go.

After being let from his bonds, Quackerjack turned and blew a raspberry at the Liquidator. "It was still not fair of you Licky. You lied to me."

"Ah ah ah! The fine print clearly states that you never directly told me to wash him under the cage. You just wanted me to wash him somewhere. So technically I fulfilled my end of the bargain!" This speech was received with nothing but another raspberry from the angry Quackerjack.

"Hmph it's still no fair, AND I don't have any time left because I was chasing you around." The other three villains looked at the clock and, sure enough, it was a minute to Two. "Well Megs, I guess it's your turn!" laughed the jester, doing a flip to get behind his friend. "Fry the competition for me," he whispered in the rat's ear.

Smiling maniacally Megavolt sent a spark of electricity through his arm as the clock struck Two. "Don't worry, I'll make sure the results are shocking."

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A/N: Right, so that's done. I couldn't help the "shocking" pun at the end there. Oh, and we have a little J. Gander/Sarah Bellum stuff. I dunno, I like the pair. I'd love to know what you think! Thanks for reading!