Quackerjack was hugging Mr. Banana Brain tightly, and staring down blankly at the floor.

"Things sure don't look good, huh Mr. Banana Brain? I wonder if Sparky noticed that we didn't go to the convention?" He mumbled.

"He probably forgot about it."

"Yeah, good point...he probably hasn't even noticed I'm gone..."

"The others might have. Maybe even Darkwing Duck knows your gone, Ron."

"Maybe...not like any of them would care though."

"Oh, surely they would miss a colorful character like you, little clown."

Paddywhack materialized from the shadows, and Quackerjack clutched the doll tightly. He noted that Paddywhack seemed...bigger than before...

"N-Not yet! Please not yet!"

"Your time limit is up; and don't test my patience, you've already tested it once..."

Quackerjack shrunk a little under his glare, and switched his gaze to the doll. After a brief hesitation, he reluctantly held Mr. Banana Brain out to Paddywhack. The doll was lifted from his hands, and vanished into the surrounding darkness.

"...How...long do I have to stay here, exactly? Cuz you know...I have things to do, a-and..."

The light slowly started dimming, and the toy maker quickly backpedaled.

"I-I mean...! Y-You...can't keep me here forever. I'm gonna get boring at some point...r-right?"

The light brightened once more, and Paddywhack gave a chuckle as he leaned down and tilted the smaller duck's head up- and Quackerjack confirmed that the evil spirit was bigger than before; his hand was big enough to hold the toy maker in his palm.

"Oh, you're neeever going to get boring...want to know why?"

Quackerjack glanced away for a second, then back at Paddywhack nervously, and nodded.

"Because you're not like any of those bores in your world...you're flawed sanity makes you quite entertaining. I'm very intrigued to see just hooow far you can go before snapping..."

Chills shot up Quackerjack's spine as Paddywhack retreated into the shadows again.

"You should get some sleep, little clown. You won't be much fun if you're falling asleep during our games."

"Sleep? With you around? Noooo, thank you."

"That wasn't a suggestion."

The light suddenly went out, encouraging a yelp from the jester.

"H-Hey, turn the lights back on! Turn them-"

His beak was trapped shut again, and he was eye to glowing red eye with Paddywhack. He found he couldn't look away, and his eyes were slowly shutting, until he finally slipped into unconsciousness...

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"Alright, a new day means plenty of chances to find that demented duo!" Darkwing announced, climbing onto the Ratcatcher.

"But, uh, where do we start, DW?" Launchpad asked as he took the side car.

"First we find Megavolt, then we can find that kookie Quackerjack and cut his concocted plans off before anyone gets hurt!"

The engine revved, and the bike took off out of the tower on one of the cables. After several minutes of driving, they finally stopped at the lighthouse.

"Stay on your guard Launchpad," Darkwing ordered as they crept up the stairs, "You never know if you'll run into a-"

His foot caught a wire, and seconds later a siren filled the stairwell.

"Trap..."

They immediately raced up the stairs, and barely made it through the door when a cage suddenly dropped on them.

"Well perfect..." Darkwing muttered.

"Well, well, looks like I have breakfast guests," Megavolt announced as he walked out of a side door, "Couldn't you have at least waited until I was decent?"

His attire consisted of a ratty bathrobe, and he had a toothbrush in one hand.

"Uh, sorry?" Launchpad stammered, and Darkwing rolled his eyes.

"No we're not; now start talking! What're you and that demented toymaker up to?!" Darkwing demanded.

"Demented toymaker..? Oh, you mean Quackerjack?"

"No, I'm talking about the other insane jester who likes to attack the city and Whiffleboy stores with his own brand of monstrous playthings!"

"Oh, there's another? I should tell Quacky about that, he won't be happy someone's stealing his shtick."

"I AM TALKING ABOUT QUACKERJACK!"

"Okay, sheesh! And people say I make no sense..."

Darkwing exhaled through his nostrils, and Launchpad patted his shoulder before taking over.

"Ya see, he didn't show up at Whiffle-Con, which is weird for him. So we were thinkin' you'd know something."

Megavolt looked thoughtful for a moment, before snapping his fingers.

"Oh yeah, I was gonna go with him, but he never showed up! I was gonna go check on him today, thanks for reminding me."

"So, you don't know what happened to him either?" Darkwing asked, calming slightly.

"Nope; so I'm gonna go do that, I'll be back to fry you later-"

"Hold it, Sparky; if you're going we're going!"

"Don't call me Sparky! And why would I take you to his secret hideout? Do I look stupid?"

"Oh please, I already know where it is! It's in the sewers; plus, if you let us go with you, I'll give all the light bulbs in my hideout..."

"Really?! That'd be swell- I mean, of course you will! You enslavers of light shall fall to my demands!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure we will. Now let us out so we can go!"

"Alright, alright, geez..."

The cage was lifted by a large magnet, and the trio set out from the lighthouse. Megavolt led them to a manhole beside the building, and they jumped into the sewers.

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This isn't gonna be that long, but Quacky's not out of the woods yet!