Louie Duck woken to the sound of his alarm clock. As he sat up from his unkept bed, the thirty-two-year-old knew this was going to a long day. The radio host said March twentieth. He hated that date, so much so that, he did something not like him. He turned off his phone and went out to get ready for the day, when it was seven forty in the morning.

After he went out, he headed off to find his next heist at Stan's Villain's Tavern and Restaurant, since he figured that the bulletin board have to have something that's up his ally.

Once he made it to the place, he walked into the tavern side. walked farther in, ignoring the other villains making bets on a TV race, some ordering pep and fries, others talking about their big win whether they were doing their job or not, or any combination of a list you can think of. He really didn't need to hear about the other villains' 'big wins', especially when it came to their romantic love interest bit. This is going to be a long day, he called it.

The duck in green went to the bulletin board that hung on the wall.

Minutes earlier, and a young rooster-duck hybrid who was the age of eleven felt his heart raced. His muscles tensed, as he squeezed his older relative's hand with a bit of firmness. He could see the restaurant's sign clear as purified water. It was a place for villains, not heroes.

"It's alright, Henry." He heard his grandpa say. "I just need to go here for a second. Okay?"

"Uh, yes." He replied sound honestly insecure.

The rooster mixed kid didn't know why his grandfather walked with him to the place where villains hung out nor why even gone out at all when he's catching cold, but he couldn't say no.

All of the sudden, his grandpa lead him inside. There, Henry saw the place was just an ordinary restaurant. Seeing no signs he and his relative being under treat, he breathed a sigh and loosened his body a bit.

The child's grandfather led him to a booth, there he saw a muscular dog person with a villain arm band around his wrist. who seemed to be cleaning the area with towel. He tensed his muscles more.

"Red Striker?" Henry heard his granddad call out.

"Orange Heart?" The dog guy answered.

At that moment, the young chicken widened his eyes, looking the two older people with baffled thoughts on how his retired hero grandfather know this villain.

"What brings you goody-two shoes into to this place?" The stranger asked.

"I came for a visit and to show my grandson, Henry Duck that some villains are not bad."

Just then Henry heard his grandfather being thrown into a coughing fit and brought to his knees.

"Grandpa?" The child called out.

This is why he wanted family member to take the day and rest.

"Orange Heart?" Hemry heard Red Striker uttering but ignored it.

"I 'm fine Henry. It's just my cold."

"But Grandpa..."

The roster kid was about to say more however his grandfather petted him on the head while giving him a soft smile. He knew his older relative did that when he demanded for him not worry, but he still couldn't help himself.

"And that means you too Red Striker. You and I both know that it'll more than a few coughs to take me down.

"Good to see you still have your determination." The villain replied with a smile.

Henry stared the villain. Grandpa seemed to be right, this appears to be okay, but he couldn't shake off the cautious feeling he had.

"How are you doing kid?" The dog man said.

At that moment, he snapped out of his train of thought.

"My villain title is Res Striker."

"What? Sorry! Nice to meet you!"

"Don't worry kid. Your Grandfather and I have been best friends since high school."

"But how are you two friends? Aren't heroes and villains supposed to against each other?" The young roster child questioned before he widened his eyes in confusion. "Sorry, too personal."

"No, it's alright. See kid, villains and heroes have different goals, but it's our personality is what matters."

"Huh?"

"Why don't I call over-?"

Just then, something came crashing through the wall that was back of the booth.

"WHAT THE-?!" Red Striker uttered sounding shocked.

The younger male peered over to the wall and out came a big beagle guy who appeared to have scars all over his body with varying shapes and lengths. He tensed his body and moved closer to his granddad.

"You think you can change your hair and the color of your clothes and get away with not doing any work?"

The beagle cracked his knuckles as he walked closer to a duck man in green clothes in the distanced.

"AH, DON'T HURT ME?! I 'M NOT THAT DUCK." Green clothed duck begged waving his hands in front of his face showing off his villain band, while he was in a gold-colored bubble.

Henry raised an eyebrow. He never saw a villain act like a scared cat. That was odd.

All of the sudden, as the bigger guy gotten a few feet from the green clad guy, something then shot through the side wall of the building, hitting the beagle person, and knocking him to the side a few feet away.

When the dust cleared away, the young rooster duck saw a tall pelican guy being pushed off of the beagle guy by said guy.

"Where am I?" The pelican stranger said looking rather confused.

"There you are." The beagle said before he ran for the duck.

However, right before the dog made it to the green clad bird, the pelican grabbed his arm and tossed him farther to the side of the building.

Sorry." The pelican stranger apologized. He then went and grabbed the duck who somehow had his gold-color bubble vanish, but the green clad guy dashed out of there.

The duck man tried to say something, sounding baffled to the bottomed of honkin depths of the sea, but the pelican was too fast for him to do so.

At that moment, the beagle went after them, leaving Henry and everyone there to wonder what in the flying cheese just happened.