Back at the Mallard household, Launchpad and Drake were just returning home after a long day of scouring the city streets for crime.
"It's quiet," Drake said, looking around the house. "Too quiet. I don't like it."
Drake and Launchpad went into the kitchen, and found Gosalyn, Honker, and Bushroot. Bushroot was demonstrating his powers for the kids by having their lima beans grow.
"Way cool!" Gosalyn shouted. "Now what would it look like if we played heavy metal?"
"Like this," Bushroot said. He raised his hand, and lowered it quickly. One of the lima beans shot back underneath the soil. Gosalyn laughed.
"And this is what it would look like if you played electronic music," Bushroot said. He raised his hand again, this time twisting it around a little. The lima bean sprouted and looked somewhat like a Piccasso painting.
"Keen gear!" Gosalyn shouted. "This will get us an A for sure, Honk!"
"Um, shouldn't we be doing this project ourselves, Gosalyn?" Honker asked.
"What are you guys doing in here, anyway?" Drake asked.
"I was just helping the kids with their science project," Bushroot said.
"Helping them? Or doing it for them?" Drake asked, giving Gosalyn a Look.
"Awww, Da-ad!" Gosalyn groaned.
"Now, Gosalyn, you'll never learn anything if someone does the work for you," Drake went on. "Bushroot, get those plants back in there. Gosalyn and Honker will be doing this project themselves."
"Okay, guys, down," Bushroot said, raising his hand, and then lowering it. The sprouts sunk back into the cups. Honker took two of them and left.
"Now, I believe you have homework, little missy," Drake said.
Gosalyn grumbled, and went upstairs. Bushroot took her lima bean and set it on the window sill.
"Now what are you doing?" Drake asked.
"Just giving her bean a little light," Bushroot said. "Plants can't live without light, you know."
"I hope you don't intend on doing this project for her."
"No, I'm just going to help her out with it. A little, at least. I mean, I won't cause her plants to grow or anything like that, just maybe give her a few tips."
Drake just sighed, and left the room. Later that night, an alarm started to go off.
"What the heck is that?!" Bushroot shouted, trying to be heard over the loud ringing.
"Uhhh, I'll go check!" Drake shouted, and he raced out of the room. He and Launchpad jumped into their chairs, and Drake smashed the head of his statue. The chairs spun wildly, and when they stopped, Drake and Launchpad were gone.
Moments later, Darkwing Duck and his trusty sidekick were zooming along the streets of St. Canard on the Ratcatcher, trying to locate the crime source that caused the alarm to go off at the Mallard house. They found it at St. Canard's coffee house chain, Starduck's. Megavolt and Quackerjack were cleaning out the cash register, and then some.
"This place must do great business," Quackerjack said. "These registers are stuffed!" Quackerjack then picked up his doll, Mr. Banana Brain.
"And the mocha banana cream lattes aren't bad, either," he added in Mr. Banana Brain's voice.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night!" an all too familiar voice shouted. "I am the cup of hot coffee that spills on your lap when you're driving! I am Darkwiiiiiiing Duck!"
"Right on time," Megavolt said. "Care for a cup of coffee, Dorkwing?"
Megavolt pointed his finger at the electric coffee makers. Boiling hot coffee shot out of them, right at Darkwing and Launchpad. Darkwing and Launchpad jumped and dodged.
"Have some coffee yourself, Sparky!" Darkwing shouted, picking up another nearby coffee pot. He threw the coffee onto Megavolt.
"Yaaaaaahhhh!" Megavolt shrieked as he shorted out.
"Now to take care of that cracked clown," Darkwing said.
"Here's something to sink my teeth into!" Quackerjack said, letting loose his toy teeth.
"What is with you and these teeth?" Darkwing asked. One of the sets of teeth jumped into the air, chomping Darkwing's beak.
"YEOUCH!" he shouted.
"It's plaaayyyytiiiiime!" Quackerjack shouted, throwing more of his teeth at Darkwing and Launchpad.
"I don't suppose you have any chocolate fudge left, DW," Launchpad said.
Darkwing just groaned and began pulling toy teeth off him.
"That'll keep 'em busy for a while," Quackerjack said. "Come on, Megs! Let's get out of here!"
"Not until I recharge," Megavolt said, trying to find a socket to plug into.
"Recharge back at the hideout!" Quackerjack shouted. "Not unless you want Darkwing Dipstick to toss your keister in jail!"
Megavolt thought that over, and he and Quackerjack quietly slipped out of the store, with the cash.
In the meantime, Negaduck and the Liquidator arrived at the Mallards' house. The Liquidator snuck underneath the back door, unlocked it, and let Negaduck in. Then the two of them went toward the living room. Bushroot was sitting on the couch, reading a book, not suspecting anything. Negaduck crept over quietly, and grabbed Bushroot from behind, grasping the plant-duck's beak in his hand to prevent him from calling out for help.
"Hiya, Bush Breath," Negaduck said. "Surprised to see us?"
Bushroot managed to pull himself away from Negaduck's grip.
"Negaduck!" he shouted. "H-h-h-how did you . . . ."
"I have my ways, fertilizer face," Negaduck said. "I had a feeling you'd be going straight sooner or later. I don't take kindly to traitors, you know."
"Uhhh, w-w-w-wait a minute, Negaduck!" Bushroot shouted, as he began to back away. "I-I-I was just . . . . . I mean, it was just a trick to . . . . to try and flush out Darkwing Duck's secret identity!"
"Nice try, petal head," Negaduck replied. "But I know you too well. You're too soft! The only reason I ever wanted you in my gang was because of your powers! You'll never amount to anything as a villain! I oughta hack you to pieces here and now! But I'm not going to."
"You're not?"
"Nope. It won't be as much fun. I'd rather make it as slow and as antagonizing as possible."
Negaduck pulled some rope out of his cape. Bushroot took off running into the kitchen, but Negaduck followed him. Quickly, Bushroot waved his hands, and Gosalyn's lima bean sprouted into a large vine, and wrapped itself around Negaduck as soon as he entered the kitchen.
"Wait'll I get my hands on you, you . . . . you . . . ." Negaduck shouted, trying to pull the vine off him.
Bushroot took this chance to race up the stairs. He threw open the door to Gosalyn's room, slammed it shut, and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
"Hey, don't you know how to knock?" Gosalyn asked.
"Shhh!" Bushroot hissed. "Negaduck's downstairs! He's after me!"
"You can run, but you can't hide!" the bubbly voice of the Liquidator called out, as the watery villain seeped from underneath the door.
"Oh no!" Bushroot groaned.
"You back off right now, or I'm gonna call Darkwing Duck!" Gosalyn threatened.
"Beat it, squirt, you bother me," the Liquidator said. "Now, let's see what our lucky contestant has won behind door number two!"
The Liquidator opened the door, and in came Negaduck, holding his trusty chainsaw.
"Yes, our lucky winner receives an all expenses paid trip to eternity!" the Liquidator shouted. "Courtesy of the one, the only Negaduck! At the Hotel Negaduck, weeds check in, but they don't check out!"
"Let's bolt!" Gosalyn shouted, and she and Bushroot raced past Negaduck.
"Don't just stand there, you big drip!" Negaduck yelled at the Liquidator. "After him!"
Both the Liquidator and Negaduck raced down the stairs. They saw Gosalyn and Bushroot heading for the back door. Negaduck took his rope out, twirled it over his head, and threw it, catching Bushroot in the lasso.
"Gotcha!" he shouted, walking over. He took out some more rope and proceeded to tie Bushroot up, when he caught Gosalyn trying to sneak out of the house from the corner of his eye.
"Liquidator! Stop that kid!" he ordered.
"Run, Gosalyn, run!" Bushroot shouted.
"You're not going anywhere!" the Liquidator shouted, blocking the door. He was about to grab Gosalyn, when she ran right through him. Negaduck slapped his hand to his forehead.
"You imbecile!" he yelled.
"Leave her alone, Negaduck!" Bushroot shouted. "She doesn't have anything to do with this!"
"That's a very good point," Negaduck said. "And, as a matter of fact, by the time that kid manages to find Darkwing Duck, it'll be too late!"
Negaduck began to cackle maniacally, as he tied a piece of rope around Bushroot's beak. Bushroot writhed around, trying to get himself free, but it was no use. Negaduck hit him in the back of the head as hard as he could, which knocked the plant-duck unconscious.
"Sorry it has to end this way, Bushy," Negaduck said, hoisting the unconscious mutant over his shoulder. "But that's what happens when you try to double cross Negaduck!"
Negaduck and the Liquidator left the house with Bushroot. Both the villains were laughing hysterically.
Back at Starduck's, Darkwing finally managed to get the last of Quackerjack's teeth off him and Launchpad, but the villains were gone.
"Darn! Why me?" Darkwing asked.
"What'll we do now, DW?" Launchpad asked.
"Track them down, of course!" Darkwing shouted. "To the Ratcatcher!"
"Dad! Dad, wait a minute!" Gosalyn shouted, running up to her father.
"Gosalyn! What are you doing out at this hour?!" Darkwing shouted. "And I've told you a million times not to call me 'Dad' in public!"
"Sorry Dad," Gosalyn said, catching her breath. "But . . . . Negaduck . . . . came . . . . to the . . . . house, and he . . . . . kidnapped . . . . Bushroot!"
"He what?!" Darkwing shouted. Then he thought it over. "You sure this isn't a trick to lure me into a trap?"
"Positive, Dad," Gosalyn said. There was no one around, so she figured it was okay to refer to Darkwing as "Dad."
"Come on, DW," Launchpad said. "I think Bushroot really does want to give up crime."
"Oh all right," Darkwing said, grudgingly. "Let's go."
Darkwing, Launchpad, and Gosalyn climbed aboard the Ratcatcher, and they sped off.
Meanwhile, in the basement of an old, abandoned building, Bushroot, was coming to his senses. He felt groggy and disoriented, and his head was killing him. He shook his head to regain his composure, and found he was tied securely to a chair, and still gagged with that piece of rope. A door opened, and in stepped Negaduck. He had a clock, and what looked like sticks of dynamite in his hands. Megavolt, Quackerjack, and the Liquidator were behind him.
"Good morning, starshine," Negaduck said with a smirk. Then he got down on the floor, and proceeded to tie the dynamite to the chair Bushroot was tied to.
"I'm sure you're wondering what I have in store for you," Negaduck said. "You're familiar with how a time bomb works. Well this is similar. Only instead of explosives, the charges are filled with an industrial strength weed killer, my own mixture."
"Tired of pesky, annoying, aggravating weeds popping up and ruining your life?" Liquidator asked, going into one of his commercial spiels. "Then try the new and improved Negaduck Super Weed Killer! Guaranteed to keep your life weed free! With Negaduck's Super Weed Killer, weeds will never come back!"
"You got it, Licky!" Negaduck shouted, with a laugh. Then he wound up the clock. "At exactly twelve midnight, the alarm will go off, and it will release the weed killer. And then it'll be bye-bye Bushy!"
Negaduck, Megavolt, Quackerjack, and the Liquidator laughed, and left the room, locking the door behind them.
"Let's get out of here before it blows," Negaduck said. "That weed killer of mine is so strong, it'll kill anything!"
The Fearsome Four left the building. They wanted to find an observatory so they could watch the action from a safe distance.
Bushroot began to panic. The only thing he could hear was the ticking of the clock. He was sure if the weed killer didn't kill him, the anticipation would. He began struggling, at least trying to get the rope on his beak untied so he could call for help. But it was no use. Bushroot hoped that Gosalyn found Darkwing, and that Darkwing would be able to find Negaduck's hideout before the time bomb went off. The way it looked now, Darkwing Duck was his only hope.