Negaduck approached the foursome with his chainsaw, but Darkwing quickly whipped out his gas gun.
"Suck gas, evil doer!" he shouted, firing his gas gun. The gas cartridge hit the blade of Negaduck's chainsaw, and knocked it out of his hands.
"All right, Dipwing!" Negaduck shouted. "You asked for it! Men . . . . and I use the term loosely . . . . ATTACK!"
Megavolt took out his electro-gun and started firing it at Darkwing. Darkwing ducked and dodged the blasts of electricity.
"Launchpad! You and Gosalyn get Bushroot to the hospital now!" Darkwing shouted.
Gosalyn grumbled, but helped Launchpad get Bushroot to the Ratcatcher, anyway. Before they could reach it, they were blocked off by Negaduck, holding a bazooka.
"Going somewhere?" he asked.
"Yipes!" both Launchpad and Gosalyn shouted in unison.
"Let's see here . . . ." Negaduck said, thoughtfully. "I wonder if I can hit three duckies with one shot?"
"RUN!" Gosalyn shouted, and she, Launchpad, and Bushroot dodged, just as Negaduck fired his bazooka.
"You can run, but you can't hide!" Negaduck shouted. He began firing his bazooka non-stop.
"Where's Darkwing Duck when you need him?!" Gosalyn shouted, as she, Launchpad, and Bushroot made it to the Ratcatcher.
"Never mind that," Launchpad said, putting Bushroot into the side car. "We'd better get to the hospital now!"
"Right," Gosalyn said, climbing onto the back of the motorcycle. Launchpad started to drive toward St. Canard General Hospital, when Negaduck hit the Ratcatcher's rear tire with the bazooka. The tire practically disintegrated, and the three passengers were thrown from the motorcycle.
"Ouch!" Launchpad shouted, as he hit the ground.
"Ooof!" Gosalyn groaned, as she smacked directly into Launchpad.
"Ergh!" Bushroot grunted, as he hit the pavement, and skidded a little. Then he leaned up, and held his hand to his head.
"Oooh, my mother told me there'd be days like this," he moaned.
"Don't worry," Negaduck said, coming over. "Once I'm through with you, you won't have any more days like this!"
"Whoa!" Launchpad shouted. "We'd better do something fast!"
"Bushroot, you've got to do something!" Gosalyn shouted.
"I don't know if I can," Bushroot said, still weak from Negaduck's weed killer.
"Well, at least try something!" Launchpad shouted.
Bushroot groaned, and tried to get a beanstalk to grow out of the ground, so he, Launchpad, and Gosalyn could get up out of Negaduck's range . The best he could do was a small vine. Negaduck merely laughed.
"Is that the best you can do?" he asked.
Bushroot didn't say anything, but he could make this vine work. Using his plant telepathy, he managed to get the vine to wrap around Negaduck's leg. Another vine sprouted out, and wrapped itself around Negaduck's other leg. Then, the vines pulled, and Negaduck ended up flat on his back.
"Ooof!" Negaduck shouted, as he fell to the ground.
"All right, Bushroot!" Launchpad cheered.
"Hey, you can't do that to Negaduck!" Quackerjack shouted. He whipped out one of his exploding pandas (this is a cartoon, folks. It doesn't always have to make sense where they get these things), and tossed it.
"Hit the deck!" Launchpad shouted. He and Gosalyn dove to the ground (Bushroot was already low enough), and the panda landed on the Ratcatcher, blowing it to bits. Launchpad used his body to protect Gosalyn and Bushroot from the pieces of flying metal that was once Darkwing's motorcycle. Darkwing didn't even notice. He was too busy with Megavolt.
"Stand still and fry like a duck!" Megavolt shouted, firing electricity at Darkwing. The Mighty Masked Mallard kept ducking and dodging.
"Is that the best you can do . . . . Sparky!" he teased.
"Don't . . . . call . . . . . me . . . . SPARKY!" Megavolt shouted. He turned his gun up to high, and fired. Darkwing dove to the pavement to get out of the way. Unfortunately, Megavolt's electricity hit the gas tank of the Ratcatcher, and it soon burst into flames.
"Uh oh," Launchpad said. "We'd better scram!"
"Good idea!" Gosalyn shouted. "Come on, Bushroot!"
Launchpad and Gosalyn started running. Bushroot tried to get up, but it was no use. Negaduck's weed killer had drained most of Bushroot's energy, and it took a lot of his strength just to create those vines to trip Negaduck. Gosalyn ran back to him, grabbed his arm, and tried to pull him up.
"Come on, Bushroot!" she shouted. "You know fire will kill you!"
"I . . . . I can't," Bushroot said, weakly.
"You don't want to be charbroiled, do you?"
"Go without me. I'll never make it."
Gosalyn grabbed Bushroot's arm, and tried to pull him out of the line of fire, as it were, when suddenly, a flame blocked her off. She and Bushroot were trapped with no way out. Luckily Launchpad could sense this.
"DW!" he called out.
"What?" Darkwing asked, ducking an oncoming spark from Megavolt. He saw the fire and could barely make out Gosalyn and Bushroot trapped behind it. Worse yet, Megavolt was still on the verge of frying him. Suddenly, he came up with an idea.
"Hey Licky!" he called. "Come and get me big fella!"
"Nine out of ten dentists agree, resistance is futile with The Liquidator!" Liquidator shouted, and flew right toward Darkwing. At the last possible moment, Darkwing ducked, and the Liquidator flew straight into Megavolt.
"YAAAAAAHHHHHH" both villians screamed as Megavolt shorted out.
"Two down, two more to go," Darkwing said. "But first things first!"
Darkwing ran to the fire, and then realized he had no way of stopping it. Too bad he needed Liquidator to short out Megavolt.
"Gosalyn! Bushroot! Can you hear me?!" Darkwing shouted.
"Yeah, we can hear you Da--uhh, Darkwing!" Gosalyn shouted. She had to be careful not to call him "Dad" here.
"I'll call nine-one-one, DW!" Launchpad shouted, rushing to a nearby pay phone.
"I wish I had a fire extinguisher," Darkwing said. "And who knows how long it'll take for the fire department to show up. Bushroot! There's only one chance! You've got to use your powers to get you and Gosalyn out of there!"
"Use . . . . my powers," Bushroot said, leaning up. Then he groaned. "I don't think I can . . . ."
"Please, Bushroot!" Darkwing shouted. "You've got to try!"
Bushroot took a deep breath, and concentrated as hard as he could, using all the strength he had left to at least save Gosalyn. A vine popped out from under the ground, and wound itself around Gosalyn's waist.
"Hey! What the . . . ." the nine-year-old asked as she was lifted from the ground, and hoisted over the flames.
"Here she comes, Darkwing!" Bushroot called. The vine arched over the flames, and deposited Gosalyn safely on the ground. Bushroot didn't have enough strength left to bring the vine back and save his own skin. Exhausted from the effort, he passed out. By that time, sirens and lights filled the air.
"Awww, and it was just starting to heat up!" Quackerjack whined.
"I'm outta here!" Negaduck shouted, and he raced away, leaving Megavolt, Liquidator, and Quackerjack to deal with the fire department and the police department.
The fire department got to work putting out the fire while the police handcuffed Quackerjack and Megavolt, and led them to their truck. Another officer soaked up the Liquidator with a sponge and wrung him out inside a water tight jar.
"Drat you, Darkwing Duck!" Quackerjack shouted. "We'll get you next time! Right, Megs?"
"Pardon me, boy, is this the Chattanooga Choo-Choo?" Megavolt sang, still a little dazed from being shorted out. Then, they were taken away.
Once the fire was out, Darkwing, Launchpad, and Gosalyn ran to Bushroot, who was laying unconscious on the ground. He was a bit singed, but other than that, it appeared the fire hadn't done too much damage to him.
"Bushroot, are you okay?" Darkwing asked. "Say something!"
Bushroot stirred for a moment, and his eyes opened slowly, but only about halfway. He looked up at Darkwing and smiled.
"Th-thanks for trying," he said, a bit hoarsely. "I think . . . . this is . . . ."
"Hey, don't talk like that, Bushroot," Launchpad said. "We'll get you to a hospital, and everything will be fine, right, DW?"
"Right," Darkwing said. "You saved Gosalyn's life, Bushroot. I can't let you die like this!"
"It's too late," Bushroot said, and his eyes started closing. "At least . . . . . no one will find out . . . . your true . . . . identity . . . . Drake . . . . Mallard."
And with that, Bushroot's eyes closed. Darkwing, Gosalyn, and Launchpad just stared at the mutant plant duck. Darkwing began shaking him.
"Bushroot! Wake up!" he shouted. "Come on, Bushroot, don't quit on me now!"
"You think he's . . . ." Launchpad said.
"He can't be, can he?" Gosalyn asked.
Darkwing turned his head for a moment, and put his ear (or rather the spot where his ear would have been) against Bushroot's chest, but he didn't hear anything. He stood up, took off his hat, and held it to his chest. He couldn't even look at Launchpad or Gosalyn.
"He is," Darkwing said, grimly. "Bushroot's dead."