Busted! and all because Gosalyn had stopped up to talk in her pen while Gigi had left her for a little while to scout. Eggmen had heard her voice, and were now busy in the act of getting her out.

"Come out!" they called. "We don't have time for this!"

Gosalyn crawled backwards away from their hands, that was when she saw Gigi coming crawling back. "Sorry." Gosalyn murmured.

Gigi reached out a hand and grabbed Gosalyns, pulling her further in, though it was to late, a hand had grabbed Gosalyns ankle. "Oh craters." Gigi grunted as she used both her hands to pull in Gosalyn.

"Gigi listen." Gosalyn whispered. "Find my dad, make sure he comes through all right, you know this building pretty well."

"But I've never been outside of the fence before." Gigi moaned as she pulled.

"Then it's about time isn't it?" Gosalyn asked. "And then we all make it out from here and I show you all of saint canard, I'll even show you Darkwing secret lair."

"Darkwings.. lair?" Gigi asked a little awed.

"Yeah, just help him out. I promise." Gosalyn really started to hurting from all this pulling. "That thing there is a communicator then you can talk to him." Gosalyn nodded her head down at the pen which had rolled down the vent. and then at last the one who had her leg gave an extra strong pull and Gigi lost her grip so Gosalyn was pulled all the way down and straight into the arms of one crazy cleaning lady by the name of Ammonia.

"Well well well well." Ammonia grinned. "What have we here? I seem to recognize this dirty little trouble maker."

Gosalyn was already struggling in the grip trying to kick her way out of this.

"Well she really is dirty." Ample laughed making Ammonia look really annoyed at her sister as she wrinkled her nose. "What a delightful child, I would just love to smash her down in a trash can!" she slammed her fist into her hand.

"Well that's not for now, Bulba has plans with her." Ammonia snorted.

"Oh I want to do away with her myself." Ample pleaded. "Don't tell me you don't want that, I know you would love to see her suffer."

"I would like even more to see Darkwing suffer." Ammonia told. "Taking his filth inside everywhere, Bulba promised us that we could watch."

"Yeah yeah yeah." Ample rolled her eyes. "Say, when did he ever say we couldn't make her suffer?" she asked. "Just a little bit." she mesured with her hand. "Why don't you just make her scrub the hall way with a tooth brush while I watch, that won't harm her."

"Hm." Ammonia really seemed to consider this one. "You are saying something."

"Or even better, we could break her limps and it still wont make any difference!" Ample howled.

"Sometimes you actually have your bright days." Ammonia lightened up squeezing Gosalyn in her arms. "Let's get to it sister, lets have some family quality time!"

"Quah!" Gosalyn squealed. "Let me go! Let me!"

"Mrs Pine, Mrs. Grime!" a startled voice interrupted them. "What's going on?"

Oh shezz, Gosalyn rolled her eyes.. it was bloody Mr. Traitor, stark breathed and a little wide-eyed coming to the rescue now wearing a white science coat his red hair messed up as ever.. no more smart suits, there were even a coffin stain on his shirt and his glasses were slightly askew.

"Oh get lost." Ample said annoyed. "We are just having a little fun, that's what little girl gets when they try and escape. "

"No, you don't mean?" Mr. Traitor asked frightened and his eyes searced for Gosalyn and finally fell on her, to widen in surprise. "Gossy?" he asked clearly surprised.

"It's Gosalyn thank you." Gosalyn stated annoyed. "Or Miss Mallard to you!"

"Ammonia put her down, I'll take her from here." Mr. Traitor stated.

"No." Ammonia answered.

"You know my connections to Bulba, you really think it's wise not to do what I say?" Mr. Traitor asked.

Ammonia squinted her eyes seizing the duck, who looked back straight in the eyes. and finally Ammonia amazingly stepped back letting Gosalyn down, to at once having mr. Traitor step forward and grap Gosalyns wrist. "Come on Goss I mean miss Mallard." he said. "Back to the cell with you." he quickly pulled Gosalyn with him past the two sisters and down the hall way.

"Let go of me!" Gosalyn stated the moment they had passed a corner trying to pull away as soon as they were out of sight. "Let me go now!"

"Gossy please stop this!" Mr. Traitor prayed. "Trust me, just a little while, I want to talk to you."

"Why on earth should I trust you?" Gosalyn asked. "You tricked me! made me believe you were my dad! I lost my parents and for a moment I thought I could still learn to know them, but no! No of cause not, I almost left my real dad because it, thanks! have you any idea how this fells."

"Gossy be quiet." Mr. Traitor hustered his movement become more and more flustered.

"Give me a reason!" Gosalyn angered. "I don't care, I don't like you at all."

"What about this?" Mr. Traitor pulled out a very well known worn out purple fedora. "Of cause I wouldn't let Miss. Kyle throw it out when it's obviously that important to you." he said dropping it on Gosalyns head. "And I also think this is yours." he pulled out an old dusty hockey puck.

Gosalyn gaped and then at last grabbed out for it. "Give me that!" she snatched the puck out of his hands holding it to her chest.

Mr. Traitor blinked. "I don't want to harm you Gossy, it may not look like it but I'm on your side, please will you just listen."

"Why do you keep calling me Gossy?" Gosalyn asked.

"Because that's what your parents kept calling you." he sat down on his knee. "Listen, my name is Professor Waddlemeyer."

"Don't give me that crap." Gosalyn grunted. "If you really must, tell the truth."

"No really." The red-haired Duck assured. "Arthur Waddlemeyer, Percy was my big brother, I am your uncle."

Gosalyn starred at him, it took a while for her to comprehend what he was saying.. he had been talking an awful lot about that brother on the car trip.. as if he had wanted her to hear about the brother rather than himself.. she blinked looking at the red-haired professor trying to take all of him in.. he still reminded her of her grandfather.. and the red hair the same colour as her own. "But.. but if your on my side.." Gosalyn hesitated. "What are you even doing here? Why does Bulba want to keep your close."

"You sure is smart." Arthur smiled lightly. "I am as much a prisoner as you, they use my inventions and my skills, I am afraid it's purely my technology that keeps Bulba alive, I've invented an awful lot of weapons they use."

"Your inventions?" Gosalyn asked. "But why would you even make them for them? You can just deny." she angered. "What kind of a SHUSH agent are you?"

"They got my daughter." Arthur at last sighed. "If I don't do as they say, they'll harm her.. She's my everything I can't ever let anything happen to her, I know it's probably hard for you to understand but..."

"Your daughter?" Gosalyn echoed. "Gigi?"

Arthur blinked. "How did you know?"

"Well she.." Gosalyn turned around on her heals. "Urh, Don't worry Professor Waddlemeyer somehow we'll all get out of this really soon, help is on the way."

"Please Gossy, call me Athur.. or uncle Arthur if you like." Arthur tried.

"Yeah you're still sort of a traitor." Gosalyn mussed. "But oh well, family I suppose, hey wait a minute! if your my uncle, that would make Gigi my cousin!" she suddenly realised. "I have a cousin! I didn't know that."

Arthur smiled vaguely. "Come on, my lab is this way, we can talk probably in there."

"I don't know." Gosalyn hesitated.

"It's better than a prison cell." Arthur made aware. "And I think you have a couple of things to explain to me as well, as for an example how on earth you got out and how you know Gigi.. she's not in trouble is she? I tell her to behave, but she doesn't listen!"

"To take a guess that's a family thing." Gosalyn mussed.