Darkwing, Launchpad, and Gosalyn were searching all over the city for a sign of Negaduck, Bushroot, or the rest of the Fearsome Five . . . . . or Four (we still haven't figured out what to call Negaduck's gang yet). They checked every single known hang out of the Fearsome Five, but came up with nothing.
"I wish I knew how much time we have," Darkwing said. "But if I know Negaduck, I know we won't have too much time!"
"Hey Dad!" Gosalyn shouted, pointing to a nearby observatory. "Look over there!"
"Strange," Darkwing said, stopping the Ratcatcher. "The observatory's lights are on. They're supposed to be closed at this hour. Let's check this out."
Inside the observatory, Negaduck was chewing out his team.
"You idiots!" he shouted. "How in the world are we going to watch the action when we've locked him in a windowless room?!"
"Minor setback?" Quackerjack suggested, feebly. Negaduck looked ready to strangle him, when a puff of blue smoke filled the room.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night!" a voice from the smoke shouted. "I am the fuzzy green mold on the loaf of bread of crime! I am Darkwiiiiiiing Duck!"
"The fuzzy green mold on the loaf of bread of crime?" Quackerjack repeated. "I think someone needs a new writer."
"Shut it, Quacker-Jerk," Darkwing said. Then he turned to Negaduck. "Okay, Negaduck, I know you broke into five-three-seven Avian Way! Now where's Bushroot?"
"Like I'd tell you, Dipstick Duck," Negaduck said. "Besides, it's none of your concern! Why should you care about what happens to Bushroot? We both know he's your enemy!"
"True," Darkwing said. "But, being the hero that I am, it is my solemn duty to protect the citizens of St. Canard, whether they be good or evil."
"Enough of this goody-goody saccharine slop!" Negaduck shouted. "I can't afford to let Bush Breath live, not after trying to go straight! You'll never find him. No one will, until midnight. But by then, it will be too late!"
"I have ways of finding these things out, Negsy," Darkwing said. Then he turned to Megavolt, Liquidator, and Quackerjack. He began pacing in front of the three villains, pausing every now and again to look them over. Negaduck stood there and rolled his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Negaduck asked. "Interrogating them, or judging a beauty pageant?"
Darkwing said nothing, and quickly grabbed Mr. Banana Brain away from Quackerjack. The demented toy maker gasped, and reached for his doll, but Darkwing tossed it over to Launchpad, and then pulled out his gas gun. There was a propellor blade of sorts attached.
"Now then, Quackerjack," Darkwing said. "Maybe you'd like to answer a few questions."
"What are you going to do to Mr. Banana Brain?" Quackerjack asked, nervously. "Y-y-y-you wouldn't hurt him . . . . . would you?"
"Mmmmmmaybe," Darkwing said, sneakily. "Maybe not."
"I think you're bluffing," Quackerjack said.
"Oh am I?" Darkwing asked. He pulled the trigger on his gun, and the blades began to spin. Darkwing pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, held it up, and dropped it on the whirling blades. The handkerchief was reduced to confetti in seconds.
"Tell us where Bushroot is," Darkwing said. "Or I'll slice and dice your doll into banana pudding!"
"No! No! Anything but that!" Quackerjack wailed. "All right! All right! You win! I'll talk! Negaduck's got Bushroot in the basement of fourteen seventy-five Anitra Avenue!"
"Just one more question," Darkwing said. "What happens at midnight?"
"Negaduck's got a time bomb down there with him," Quackerjack said. "The charges are filled with weed killer, strong enough to kill an elephant!"
"We'd better hurry, Darkwing!" Gosalyn shouted.
"Right," Darkwing said, putting his gas gun back into his cape. "I'll deal with you four later!"
Launchpad dropped Mr. Banana Brain on the floor, and ran out with Darkwing and Gosalyn. The three of them got on the Ratcatcher, and sped for 1475 Anitra Avenue. Quackerjack rushed to the floor, picked up his doll, and held it close.
"Did that big, bad, awful Darkwing Duck hurt you, Mr. Banana Brain?" he asked, in a sort of voice people talked baby-talk in.
"Would you forget about that stupid doll?!" Megavolt shouted. "You just blabbed everything to the enemy!"
"Negaduck, inquiring mind want to know what you're going to do!" Liquidator shouted.
"Nothing," Negaduck said, looking at his watch. "Absolutely nothing. It's almost midnight. If Dorkwing Drip manages to get there before then, he and his fan club will get a whiff of my special weed killer, and they'll all be dead ducks!"
Negaduck began to cackle madly at the thought of destroying his worst enemy, along with Bushroot. This couldn't have worked out better.
Darkwing, Launchpad, and Gosalyn arrived at 1475 Anitra Avenue. Darkwing checked his watch, and pulled a gas mask from out of his cape. He put it on, and jumped off the bike, turning to Launchpad and Gosalyn.
"You two stay here!" he shouted. "It's too dangerous, Gosalyn."
"Aw, Da-ad!" Gosalyn groaned.
"Don't 'aw Da-ad!' me, Gosalyn!" Darkwing shouted. "Stay put with Launchpad! You heard what Quackerjack said! That weed killer of Negaduck's is strong enough to kill an elephant, and I've only got one gas mask!"
Gosalyn pouted, but agreed to stay put. For now. Darkwing adjusted his gas mask, ran inside the old house, and down to the basement. He used his patented double flip web kick to break the door down. Bushroot looked up, and saw Darkwing there. Darkwing ran over, and untied the rope from the plant-duck's beak first, and then began untying the rest of the ropes.
"Don't you think you oughta diffuse the bomb first?" Bushroot asked.
"Well, the thing is . . . . heh, heh, I've never actually . . . . diffused one before," Darkwing said, sheepishly.
"Uh oh . . . ." Bushroot said, nervously.
The last three ticks from the second hand moved into position, and the alarm clock went off. Instead of exploding, the charges released some kind of yellow colored gas. Bushroot began to cough violently, and he started feeling dizzy and disoriented. Darkwing could smell the stuff even through his gas mask, but luckily, he was unable to breathe it in.
"Hang in there, Bushy," Darkwing said, as he untied the last knot. "Let's get out of here!"
"I . . . . I . . . . I can't!" Bushroot moaned, as he slumped down in the chair. "Negaduck's got all kinds of . . . . plant poison in this weed killer! It's taking effect faster than it would normally . . . . Darkwing . . . . I . . . . I don't think I can . . . ."
"Oh, come on, Bushroot!" Darkwing shouted, pulling the plant-duck to his feet. But Bushroot was unable to maintain his balance, and he was having trouble staying awake as well. The minute Darkwing got him up, he collapsed.
"Th-thanks for trying, Darkwing," Bushroot said, and then he closed his eyes and loss consciousness.
"Oh boy, I've got to get you out of here now!" Darkwing shouted, and he started to drag Bushroot up the stairs, and out of the house.
"DW! What happened?!" Launchpad shouted, as he and Gosalyn ran over.
"The time bomb went off," Darkwing explained, taking off his gas mask. "Watch him. I'll be right back."
"Gee, I didn't hear any explosion," Launchpad said, as Darkwing raced to the Ratcatcher, and began digging around the side car.
"There wasn't one," Darkwing said. "I thought those things were going to blow sky high and release the weed killer. But they just released the weed killer in gas form. No explosion necessary."
"But what about Bushroot?" Gosalyn asked.
"Stand back!" Darkwing shouted, returning to the scene with an oxygen tank.
"You carry an oxygen tank in the Ratcatcher?" Launchpad asked, a little surprised.
"Never leave home without it," Darkwing said, as he placed the oxygen mask over Bushroot's beak. Then, he turned on the tank, and waited. Moments later, Bushroot slowly opened his eyes, but only about halfway. He saw Darkwing, Launchpad, and Gosalyn staring over him, barely.
"I think he's starting to wake up," he heard Launchpad say.
"Boy, he doesn't look so good, does he?" was Gosalyn's response.
"Bushroot, wake up!" Darkwing shouted.
"Ooooh . . . ." Bushroot groaned. Darkwing and Launchpad pulled him into a sitting position.
"Gee, DW, maybe we oughta get him to the hospital," Launchpad said.
"Maybe a tree surgeon would be better, Dad," Gosalyn suggested.
"Did . . . . did she . . . ." Bushroot started, pretty sure he was hearing things.
"Uhhh . . ." Darkwing said.
"She called you . . . . I . . . . I heard her call you . . . ." Bushroot said again.
"I take it you're feeling a little better?" Darkwing asked, ignoring Bushroot's statements.
"Then . . . . if she called you 'Dad' then . . . ." Bushroot started again. "That only means . . . . . you . . . . you're . . . ."
"Oh, poor Bushy, you're delirious!" Darkwing shouted, before Bushroot could finish his sentence. "We'd better rush you to the hospital!"
"Better make it the morgue," a sinister voice said. Then, the foursome heard the sound of a chainsaw revving up. They turned around, and there was Negaduck. Behind him were Megavolt, Quackerjack, and the Liquidator.
"Whuh oh," Darkwing said.
"You'll be needing the morgue when I get through with all of you!" Negaduck shouted, holding up his chainsaw, and laughing maniacally.