DOUBLE CROSS INTO REALITY

PART 2

"Gosalyn Mallard, how many times am I going to tell you to clean up your room, young lady?" Drake scolded at his adopted daughter as he stood in her room's door frame with his arms crossed.

"Uh…..634,000?" Gosalyn smiled innocently up at her father.

Sighing in defeat, Drake walked over and placed his arm across her shoulders. "You know you need to learn to take care of yourself. One day I may not be here for you…." He almost seemed to tremble as the last words escaped his mouth. Being a crime fighter at night was a risk that he had to take and now having Gosalyn as his daughter; the risk seemed to be bigger.

"It's ok, dad!" Gosalyn smiled up at him soothingly. "I have Launchpad to take care of me!" She pointed behind her dad where their friend was standing eating a Hippoburger. He seemed to stop in mid-chew when all the attention was turned on him.

"Uhh…..anything for you, Gos!" Launchpad muffled through the food in his mouth.

"Well I'm GLAD I'm no importance around here or anything," Drake threw up his hands as he walked out of the room, grumbling under his breath.

"Uh…was it something I said?" Launchpad managed to ask as he gulped down the last of his food, his dark eyes watching his friend walking down the steps.

"Nah, he loves it!" Gosalyn ran over and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside. "Now hurry up and clean up my room so he'll get off my back about it."

Launchpad stood there dumbfounded as Gosalyn began to throw piles of dirty clothes into his arms. "Isn't this YOUR room?"

"Yesssssssssss, but you owe me!" Gosalyn replied as she continued to pile clothes up on him.

"I don't remember owing you…." Launchpad managed to scratch his head.

"Of course you do! Remember Whiffle Boy Saturday night? I beat you 5 times in a row and you said if I could that you would clean my room!" Gosalyn crossed her arms in victory as she smirked, Launchpad frowned.

Downstairs, Drake was channel surfing when Gosalyn ran down the steps. "Bye, dad, I'm off to the video arcade!" She said as opened the front door.

"You cleaned your room that fast??" Drake blinked as he looked at her then up the stairs.

"Well…you know…can't waste time…isn't that you always said?" Gosalyn stammered through her words. "Well bye!" Before giving him time to respond, she bolted out the front door.

Still confused on what just took place, Drake shook his head and went back to channel surfing. "Uh, DW?" Launchpad asked as he came down the stairs, carrying a large pile of Gosalyn's clothes. "Do you want to wash these for me?" Drake's jaw dropped.

NegaDuck's jaw dropped as he seemed to be a mixture of both shock and anger as Liquidator, Bushroot, Quacker Jack, and Megavolt stood in front of him in his cannery hideout with overly huge smiles on their faces. "What are you, nobs doing here??"

"We need your help, Negaduck," Quacker Jack spoke as Mr. Banana Brain.

"Help? Why do I want to HELP a bunch of villain rejects like you???" Negaduck growled as he grabbed Mr. Banana Brain out of Quacker Jack's hand, squeezing it tightly.

"Darkwing is REALLY getting under my circuits!" Megavolt shouted out.

"He won't let me complete my experiments!" Bushroot whined.

"That's right, Negaduck! The Liquidator suggests with your evil, ingenious mind, you can help us take care of Darkwing Duck once and for all!" Liquidator added as he put his hand around his shoulders.

Irked by Liquidator touching him, he quickly moved away. "Get off of me, you're creeping me out." Seeing their eyes never leaving him, Negaduck let out a growl of frustration. "You guys waste your super powers. Why would I WANT to help a bunch of losers again like yourself?!!!"

"We'll get you anything you want!" Bushroot suggested.

"Just beat it." Negaduck waved them off as he walked back over to the chair he was sitting in previously.

"This time, we have a device that will help us get rid of Darkwing Duck once and for all! We just need you to help us catch him." Liquidator spoke up.

Hearing this, Negaduck stopped in midtrack and peered over his shoulder, then shook his hand. "Nah…"

"It's true! It's true!" Megavolt chimed in. "I built a device that will blast the particles that Darkwing is made up into another dimension! He won't be able to come back!"

"Is that so?" Negaduck asked as he sat down, facing them in his chair.

The 4 of them nodded their heads eagerly. "So does that mean you will help us?" Quacker Jack picked up Mr. Banana Brain from where Negaduck dropped it on the ground.

"Well……….."Negaduck thought for a second. "OK!" A devilish smirk spread across his beak. "With that blasted Darkwing out of the way, St. Canard will be all mine!"

"Uh….don't you mean ours?" Megavolt asked.

"Oh…of course! Of course! OURS…" Negaduck replied quickly. "Trust me, would I ever lie to you guys?" He asked, smiling as a halo appeared over his head.

"We can trust you, Negaduck," Quacker Jack responded as Mr. Banana Brain.

"This time he will see how might I am!" Negaduck laughed evilly.

The 4 smiled with relief as they all winked at one another seeing that Negaduck took the bait.

"Now what we are waiting for?" Negaduck asked as he stood up from his chair. "The Fearsome Five have a visit to pay to St. Canard…."