A/N: And here's chapter three! Meh, it is a little shorter than I intended, but don't worry Megs fans. I didn't short change our favorite electrically charged rat, there's plenty of annoyance in store for him in this chapter! Oh by the way. (As if I haven't already told you enough) I. Don't. Own. Anything! Bad for me. Good for the world. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 3

Megavolt was smiling eerily at the heavyset mallard in front of him. At the moment the Quackerware salesman was immersed in his sales pitch, which had been prompted by the electrical rat, and had a look of clueless bliss on his face. Around him the other super villains were both trying to keep busy, and ignore Herb's annoying voice. Quackerjack was sitting on the ground, surrounded by various toys, his legs splayed out in front of him. Once or twice he would glance up at Megavolt to see his progress. Bushroot was watering his plants, followed by Spike and Liquidator, who was helping his partner in crime every now and again with a wave of his watery arm. The two mutants were also chatting quietly between themselves as they went.

As it was said, Megavolt had indeed prompted Herb into his lengthy sales pitch. He was waiting for just the right piece of Quackerware. It had to be extremely fragile for his plan to work. It was child's play, once he found the right piece he was going to make it explode, simple really. When it did Herb would be taken to the hospital and then he could go back to his light bulbs.

Then he saw it. It was a small, slim container, and to top it all off it was pink. His grin got wider as he stopped Herb in mid-sentence, "So, wait how durable is this one again?" He gestured to the tiny piece of Quackerware that rested in Herb's hands.

"The Wonder Box? Oh it's extremely durable. Oh yeah I'm sure you'd have a hard time breaking this little baby!"

That's what you think, bub. Megavolt thought, he was not worried in the slightest about the little pink box. After all, it was pink for crying out loud, but he did have to choose his next words carefully, needing it to look like an accident. "Do you mind if I get a little demonstration?"

"Well no! How wouldya do that exactly?"

"Oh it wouldn't take much, I just want to try to break it."

"Okay, why not? Hav'a go at it Sparky!"

Megavolt gritted his teeth at the hated nickname. Why Herb had chosen that of all things to call him, he would never know. However, he pushed past his anger and backed away from Herb. "Okay then, you just hold it up. Yep just like that," the villainous rodent sniggered as he continued to back away.

The rest of the occupants in the greenhouse had turned their attention toward the scene, wondering what Megavolt was up to. Quackerjack flopped onto his stomach, pulled out a bag of popcorn from who-knows-where, and lay motionless, looking like a kid watching his favorite show. Cracking his knuckles, Megavolt charged up a small amount of energy to his blue gloved hand, "Ready?"

"Right-o' bukko!" Herb gave him a thumbs up sign.

Megavolt then let out the little ball of electricity at the pink container and, more importantly, the hands that held it. Bushroot let out a small yelp when the electricity hit, making a small "pop". Megavolt blinked as he saw that the box was perfectly fine, if not pinker. He let out a grunt of exasperation, nodded at Herb to let him know he was going again and sent another, larger ball at the plastic container. Once again, though the shot struck dead on, there was no effect on the case. Not bothering to check with Herb this time, Megavolt sent a charge that was slightly above normal size at the pink nightmare.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Growling, Megavolt tossed a ball that was definitely a dangerous size at Herb and the Quackerware product. It hit the container with a loud "BOOM" and knocked Herb over. There was smoke everywhere. Megavolt grinned triumphantly, only to have

his jaw drop in disbelief. There was Herb, on the ground but unharmed, with the little pink Quackerware container sitting innocently in his hands, it having taken the full force of the blow. Quackerjack, now in riotous laughter, rolled onto his back and grabbed his stomach. Liquidator was also bent double, his burbling chortle shaking his entire form. Even Bushroot had a leafy hand clasped against his beak, trying to stifle the sniggers that were escaping from it.

Still growling, Megavolt stomped over to Herb and snatched the pink menace out of his grasp. He slammed it against the floor and concentrated on trying to melt the annoying box. He had completely forgotten about his original plan of action and was devoted to decimating the nuisance. Finally the plastic melted into a blob of pink ooze and the rat stood up. He placed the blob on the table triumphantly. Herb had gotten up and was looking from the blob to Megavolt and back again. "Well, you sure did that one in!" he commented shaking his head, "But unfortunately I can't let you get away with ruining one of my wares old Sparky buddy."

"What?"

"Yes that's right fans. It's the old you break it, yoooooou buy it routine," Liquidator slid next to Herb as he spouted out his typical sales jargon.

"You mean I have to pay for this thing?"

"Yep-a-roo, sorry pal. I didn't know that you woulda done that to it. If I did I woulda stopped ya," Herb shrugged, "That'll be thirty-nine ninety five."

Grumbling and looking like he wanted to strangle Herb, Megavolt pulled a small wad of cash from his jump suit and leafed out the allotted money. As he did so, Liquidator could have sworn he heard Megavolt grumble about 'stupid moral plants' and their 'obnoxious house guests' under his breath. Also there were several mentions of something pink and box-like mixed with words that would have surely given this story an "M" rating if the author had not chosen to exclude them due to their graphic nature.

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The stadium was in an uproar as Gosalyn Mallard took to the ice. She skated around the perimeter a few times, waving to her fans. When she skidded to the halt in front of the other team, they shook with fear. With good reason. She was Gosalyn Mallard, and she was here to win.

The puck was released and she easily snatched it from the opposing player. She skated around the members of the enemy team like they were furniture, laughing at her own skill. It was at times like this that she closely resembled her adopted father and his own rather large ego. Soon she found herself in front of the goal. The goalie's hulking figure was menacingly blocking her way to victory.

A single bead of sweat fell from her brow...

and she knew it was her time.

"Gosalyn winds up for her super-powerful goal striker strike. She shoots..." the young Mallard hit the puck, holding her breath. The goal keeper lunged... but to no avail. The puck soared past him and hit the inside of the goal. "SHE SCORES!" the girl made a victory lap as she cheered herself on. "The crowd goes wild! Gosalyn Mallard has done it again!"

"Great shot Gos," came the voice of the goalie from behind her, "and this time you didn't even break anything!"

Gosalyn turned from her celebration, snapping out of her fantasy. "Yeah, yeah thanks Launchpad. But what could you expect from Gosalyn Mallard, indoor hockey extraordinaire!" She spun the hockey stick expertly in her hands and gave another puck a hefty whack towards their 'goal', also known as the front door.

Launchpad smiled, she sure was taking allot of her adopted parent's traits. Not that that was a bad thing, but he hoped her ego wouldn't inflate to the size of his friend's. One duck that needed Launchpad to boost his self-importance was enough to keep him busy constantly. It was really tiring actually, trying to keep DW, and everyone else, happy. He had always had a knack for it, developing the skill from when he worked for Mr. McDuck he supposed. But now he had to go back to the present. DW was coming home soon and they'd need to clean up. "Yeah, okay Gos it was a great shot, but I think that's enough for today."

"Aww c'mon Launchpad," she groaned as he began to clean up, "one more shot."

"Okay one more."

She nodded and drew back her stick. Slapping it with all her might, Gos happily watched it zoom towards the door, until it opened. She gasped as her dad walked in, looking beat from the plumbing job their neighbor, Mrs. Muddlefoot, had set him to. The puck hit him in the beak, making him fall to the ground with a yelp. Not missing a beat, both Gosalyn and Launchpad sprung into action. Only Launchpad rushed to Drake's side while Gosalyn bolted up the stairs.

"You okay DW?" Launchpad asked as he helped his friend up.

Drake rolled his eyes, he wasn't even in the mood to be sarcastic. Well... then again, "No, no, no, no. I'm fine. I only just had a speeding projectile rearrange my face that's all."

Launchpad shrugged as he turned to hide a smile. If DW was using his snarky wit against his large friend, then he was fine. If Drake hadn't been irritated, Launchpad would have gotten worried. "Sorry about that DW," he began, only to be silenced by the shorter mallard.

"It wasn't you LP it was, GOSALYN!" Drake yelled the end of his reassurance to his sidekick, calling his daughter.

Gosalyn came down with a sheepish look on her face, "Uh... yes Dad?"

"How many times do I have to tell you about playing hockey in the house?"

"Um, how many times does this make?"

"Thirty-nine."

"Oh you kept count? Well... um... Forty."

Drake smacked a hand to his face, secretly trying to hide his smile. Even when she was in trouble, his girl still had the best sense of humor of anyone he had met. Other than himself, of course. "That was rhetorical young lady. Now for your punishment-"

"Oh c'mon DW don't get mad at her. I was the one that let her after all." Launchpad chimed in.

"Well, yes LP but I can't punish you."

"But that doesn't mean you have to punish me! After all I'm just an impressionable kid here!" Gos argued.

Drake, now realizing he was in an impossible situation, groaned inwardly. They were ganging up on him again and he wasn't sure how he was going to get out of this one. At least, not without... admitting he was... wrong. He shuddered at the thought, or to be more correct his ego shuddered at the thought. Fortunately, both he and his ego were saved as a flashquack soared in through the open window.

"Hey look, it's a message from J. Gander!" he nearly shouted in his relief, "Gosalyn go play with Honker."

"What! And miss the cool secret agent stuff?"

"If you go I might forget about the little puck accident young lady. And perhaps I will forget about cutting your allowance too."

"Hey Dad, I'mgoingtogoplaywithHonkerbye!" the girl bolted out the door and slammed it behind her, leaving the two men chuckling at her exit.

"Now, let's see what ol' Director Hooter needs help with." Drake said, hopping into one of the blue chairs, closely followed by his sidekick, and hit the statue of Basil. After one short and slightly dizzying trip, Drake bolted behind a changing screen, tossing the flashquack to Launchpad. A moment passed, and the Masked Mallard came out from behind, taking the flashquack from his large friend. He walked over to the large computer and pressed a few buttons.

J. Gander Hooter's face appeared on the screen, "Ahh Darkwing, good to see you."

"Nice to see you again too Director Hooter. What malicious miscreant do you need put to justice by Darkwing Duck!"

"Well you see Darkwi- AH! Hey! Oh you... One moment Darkwing." the owl's body turned to someone of screen. The two ducks on the other end watched, confused as they heard giggling and hushed whispers. After a moment, J. Gander straightened, a faint trace of a blush over his beak, "Um- ah yes where was I?"

The hero and sidekick exchanged a look. "Uhh J, is someone there with you?" Darkwing asked, completely befuddled.

"Oh what? Well... yes. Nothing to worry about though! It's just Dr. Bellum."

"Hello Darkwing!" came the voice of the batty scientist from somewhere to Gander's right.

"Oookay," Darkwing decided it was better not to ask. He mustered up as much hero bravado as he could and continued, "You were just about to tell us the mission Director."

"Ah yes. Now Doctor Bellum had created a new device in order to track the movements of your super-powered foes."

"That's great! Where is it?"

"Unfortunately Dr. Bellum's creation... well... it blew up." There was another giggle from off screen. Gander looked over at it with a small smile.

"Blew up?" Launchpad asked.

Darkwing shrugged at his partner and mumbled, "What else is new?" Louder he added, "So why do you need us?"

"Because right before it exploded it showed us a general location of where these villains were. There must be a few of them there, because the reading was strong. This might be something big it's up to you to figure out what it is."

"Yep, yep, yep. Not to worry Director. There's nothing to worry about with Darkwing Duck on the case." his chest puffed out a bit as he reveled in his self glorifying speech.

"Hmm? Oh yes, I'm sure." Gander was distracted again, "Here are the coordinates. Good luck." The screen went dark abruptly.

"Wonder what that was about." Launchpad mused as Darkwing took the small piece of paper with the coordinates that had printed out of the flashquack.

The purple-clad hero shrugged as he hopped onto his motorbike, the Ratcatcher, "No idea LP. Now, get in. We have some crooks to catch!"

The muscular mallard got into the small sidecar, twisting around to get comfortable. The Ratcatcher sped down the side of the suspension bridge, dropping them onto the roadway. Once they were travelling at a smooth pace, Darkwing handed the paper to Launchpad, "So what are the coordinates LP?"

"They look pretty close together," Launchpad said as he rattled off the numbers on the paper.

Meanwhile, Darkwing had been typing them into his computer between the handlebars of the motorcycle. "Okay, looks like the two most likely places that are in that vicinity are Bushroot's greenhouse and... the sewers." He tried to keep the disgust out of his voice as he thought of the rank tunnels, but he couldn't help the twinge of disgust that came out with it. He hated the sewers.

Launchpad caught on to his friend's disgust and instantly volunteered, "How about we split up. You take the greenhouse and I'll take the sewers. That way we won't be out all night."

Darkwing agreed with relief, giving Launchpad a grateful smile. What had he done to deserve such a great friend? "Thanks LP. Now! Let's get Dangerous."

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Megavolt stood staring at the fat duck on the couch, his face was an odd mixture of disgust and awe. What is this? Does this guy have some sort of guardian angel? He asked himself. And for the past thirty minutes it had seemed that way. No matter what Megavolt did, it had no effect. Actually it wasn't that it had no effect, it's just that he had not been able to do anything to him. He tried intimidating him, Herb laughed it off. He tried shooting bolts of electricity, Herb saw a penny, or turned to talk to someone, or obliviously stepped behind a mirror. He had even tried giving the frustrating mallard a good kick in the pants, the electrical rat had tripped over Spike and fallen face first, giving

Herb another reason to repeat his wife's slogan "Safety first!". Which had sounded oddly familiar, but he shrugged it off. Now the oaf was on the couch with Bushroot, who was looking both annoyed and amused, and was talking about his favorite Pelican's Island episode. His wife, kids, Quackerware, and Pelican's Island were the only things Herb seemed to

be able to talk about.

Quackerjack, having finally decided to stop being mad at the Liquidator, was in the middle of a card game with the liquid dog, who was wearing a pair of rubber gloves to prevent his watery hands from destroying them. They both had been cheating the entire game, so it was a fair match.

The electric rat rolled his eyes, drumming his fingers on his plug hat as he tried to come up with a plan. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was Two Forty-three. He'd have to think of something fast. Then, out of nowhere, inspiration struck him. He sauntered over to the couch and lounged against the arm, looking bored. He then grabbed the remote and asked, "You mind?"

After being assured that he could change the channel, Megavolt stared to flip through them rapidly. Where is it? he thought, as the programs flashed before his eyes. Aha! He stopped, turned up the volume, and waited.

"Well come back to Martha Stewing's Home Cooking!" the T.V. blared, drawing the attention of the occupants of the greenhouse, Herb especially.

"And now Martha is going to show us how to make her savory, scrumptious Potato Stew!"

Herb's mouth began to water as the female duck began to explain how to peel the potatoes. When she showed the proper technique to pour the sauce, he scooted closer to the T.V. Finally when the foul temptress of the T.V. was stirring the mouthwatering dish his stomach growled loudly. Herb then remembered that he hadn't had any lunch. As if on a wire, Herb got up and walked out of the greenhouse, completely controlled by his appetite.

When the door closed Megavolt let out his high pitched laugh and cackled, "Success!" Bushroot, who had been trying to register what had just happened, snapped out of his unbelief and smiled. The other two villains, who had been equally dumbstruck, were also brought back into reality by the rat's insane laughter. Quackerjack shrieked gleefully and hopped up, hugging his friend happily. He shot the liquid canine a smug look, glad that the filthy cheater hadn't even had a chance to have his turn. Liquidator rolled his watery eyes and went reluctantly over to congratulate the victor. None of them noticed that Herb's Quackerware and bag still rested on the table.

Fifteen minutes later three of the villains, who had been recounting how Megavolt had "defeated" the nuisance, were getting ready to leave. However, they froze when they heard a familiar voice from the doorway.

"Howdy guys! Wha'd I miss?" Herb entered, drinking out of a plastic Hamburger Hippo cup.

Of the four dumbstruck villains, Liquidator was the first to recover. "Surveys say, Nothing!" he boomed as his companions came to their senses. "Looks like the polls are still open in the competition," the watery villain hissed at the electrical one.

"What? I got him out didn't I?"

"Ah ah ah. But the fine print shows that the winner of the competition must both get the door-to-door annoyance out and keep him out!"

Megavolt growled as Quackerjack burst into laughter "He's got you there Megsy!" he chuckled, looking at his angry friend, "Herb is like a living boomerang! He always comes back!"

"Oh I sure hope not." Bushroot groaned, wringing his leaves and looking at Herb fretfully.

Herb, not knowing that he was the subject of their conversation, waved to Megavolt, "Hey there Sparky! Wouldya like to see some more of my Quackerware? Maybe even buy another Wonder Box, one that isn't melted at least!"

"DON'T CALL ME SPARKY! OOOOH! I'll make sure that he stays out! Permanently!" Megavolt stomped towards Herb, murder in his eyes.

"No wait you can't!" Bushroot screamed and began to run to stop him. Unfortunately for him, the plant manager was tripped by the jester, who wanted to see the "fun", and fell to the floor.

Megavolt reached Herb, who had his back turned to the rat, and electricity flowed to his fingertips. Herb heard the sparks and turned around quickly, his soft-drink spilling out of the cup in his hands... and onto Megavolt.

The rat's body jolted as he shorted out. The three other villains winced, feeling the pain from where they were standing. Megavolt collapsed in a heap on the floor, causing Quackerjack to yelp and run over to his friend. In the meantime Bushroot and Liquidator ushered Herb to the other side of the greenhouse, just in case Megavolt woke up in a rage.

"Megs? Can you hear me?" he asked, gently shaking his friend.

"Oi, what a night." Megavolt grumbled as he sat up, "Where am I?"

"Bushroot's greenhouse, remember?"

"No."

Quackerjack sighed, frustrated, "Oh, come-on silly! We were trying to get rid of Herb, remember?" he rapped the confused rat on his plug hat.

"Uh... yes? Who's Herb?"

"The annoying Quackerware salesman."

"That rings a bell. Why were we trying to get rid of him again?"

"Ugh, you're hopeless." Quackerjack rolled his eyes and looked at the clock. Two Fifty-five, drat, Megs won't be able to remember that it's his turn. That means Licky gets bonus time? No fun! he began to pout as he thought of what the Liquidator could dowith five extra minutes. There was no way around it though. "Well, Megs is fried," hecalled to the other two, "I won't be able to remind him of what we're doing in five , he's no use when he's shorted out." the demented toymaker groanedand added, "I guess it's your turn Licky."

Bushroot, who had been dragged back to the couch by Herb to continue their discussion, wriggled out from between the fat duck and the couch, massaging his torso. Now leaning on the sofa's arm, Bushroot looked at the Liquidator, a small, pleading grin on his face.

The smile on the Liquidator's watery face was much more pronounced as he opened his mouth, most likely to begin a new sale pitch, but it quickly snapped shut when blue smoke appeared at one of the greenhouse's windows.

With a gasp of fear, Bushroot jumped into Liquidator's arms.

Quackerjack rolled his eyes and muttered, "Here comes the spoil sport..."

Still confused and on the floor, Megavolt looked at the blue smoke with annoyance.

And the Liquidator let out a growl, "Inquiring minds want to know. What is he doing here?"

Then, suddenly, a voice that they each knew, and hated, came from the center of the smoke. "I am the terror that flaps in the night; I am the blackout that ruins your party. I... am Darkwiiiiing Duck!"

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A/N: Ohsnap! Bet ya didn't see that one coming. What? You did? Oh... Anyway, was that enough Megavolt goodness- or badness- for you? I hope so. I'd love to hear what you think! See you next chapter!

:Update: I'd like to add a big Thank You to VAPX007 for catching a grammar error in this chapter! Much appreciated!