Everything's Just Ducky
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Beth frantically kicked at the vine, to no avail. It was
stronger than it looked. Then she pulled out a pocketknife, yet
another old-fashioned tool that had come in handy many times, and
began sawing at the grasping green giant. 'Great,' she thought,
'Now he's got me doing it.' She imagined she heard a scream of
pain, and the thing quickly unwound and withdrew deeper into the
Darkwing had by that time caught up with her, and rushed
past, pursuing the retreating vine. Beth rose on shaky legs and
followed, pulling her light out. Again, she was brought up short
by a strange sight. Standing in the middle of the access tunnel was
Darkwing fighting with another duck. Only it wasn't a duck, it
was...a plant. It was green from the top of its head to its legs,
which were brown. On its head was was some sort of purple flower.
"Stop!" she commanded them, trying to get her bearings
straight. She wondered what Sherlock Holmes would do in this sort of
The two ducks stopped what they were doing, which was trying
to hurt the other in any way possible. The plant-duck had his
uh...arms? vines? wrapped around Darkwing's body to suffocate him.
Darkwing had the muzzle of that strange weapon in the plant-duck's
"Before I let you continue," Beth went on once she had their
attention, "I want to know what's going on here!"
Beth glared at him. I am 'not' a little girl! And as for it
being over my head, well, obviously you come from some other
dimension, because the ducks here don't talk nor do they walk and
act like humans. And they definitely do not ever look like plants."
She turned to glare at the offending plant-duck, having already
decided that this was just a crazy dream she was having, and it
didn't matter what she said or did; she'd wake up.
The plant-duck quailed under her glare. Darkwing took
advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration and fired the
gun. It released a pellet of some sort of gas, and the plant-duck
Beth whirled on the duck prepared to give him a tonguelashing,
only to be stopped by voices echoing in the tunnel.
Beth looked at Darkwing in surprise, as he groaned. "You're
"What? No, I am not a dad. Obviously Gosalyn is lost, and I
have no idea who she is, so there."
"You don't know who she is but you know her name?" Beth asked
skeptically, not really surprised at this crazy duck's attitude.
"Uh, well uh...you see...."
"Dad!" A little duckling that looked around nine years old
ran up to Darkwing. "I thought we'd lost you! When Negaduck opened
that portal, and pushed you through, and then sent Megavolt and
Bushroot through to make sure you didn't come back, I thought you
were a goner for sure!"
"Well, hello there, little girl," Darkwing said stiffly, "Are
Beth rolled her eyes. "You have to live with this?" she
asked Gosalyn with sympathy, and a little bit of jealousy. Having a
dad, no matter how crazy and egotistical, was better than having no
family at all.
Gosalyn nodded. "Yeah, but you get used to it after a while."
"Oh, hey there, Gos, I see you found DW. Boy, we sure were
worried about you." A large bird of some sort came walking into the
tunnel. He actually stood over Beth, but he wasn't frightening in
the least. He had a friendly smile, and warm eyes. Right behind
him was a small gosling with blond hair and glasses.
"Oh, good, Mr. Darkwing, sir, we can go back home now," the
gosling said with a nasaly voice. "This place gives me the creeps."
"Yes, I suppose we can. Well, young lady, it was nice
meeting you, and you really should be home in bed at this time of
night. After all little girls need their beauty sleep."
Beth growled. "You had better get him out of my sight before
I do something I'll regret."
The gosling nodded and quickly pushed some buttons on a small
rectangular device. The four birds disappeared, leaving Beth alone
in the tunnel. Sighing softly, she slowly walked back to her
shelter. She climbed inside and fell asleep, hoping that when she
woke up, this would be one dream she would forget.
The End...or is it? Muahahahahahahah.
What do you guys think? Should I write a sequel where the
Terror that Flaps meets Sherlock Holmes and annoys a grown up
Lestrade? Or should I give up on the idea now before it goes too
far and I have yet another unfinished story on my hands?
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