by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Darkwing Duck smiled to himself in satisfaction. He had just
placed Steelbeak out of commission once again...although....
His smile grew less self-satisfied and turned into a grimace.
Stupid Gismo Duck. Of course that metallic numbskull would be given
all the credit for the capture, while he, the only defense Saint
Canard had against the evil villainy of the world, was treated like
a common criminal.
Still grumbling to himself, he sat in an armchair that had a
twin on the beside a table with a bust of Basil of Baker Street.
Jamming his fist down hard on the bust, he growled. The chairs and
table spun around, and the scene changed from a dark and dreary
tower filled with gadgets of all sorts to a bright suburban living
room. In place of the masked duck with the garish purple costume,
was a well dressed suburbanite.
Darkwing...now Drake Mallard...sighed to himself and went
into the kitchen to fix a glass of milk. At least it was quiet now,
with Launchpad off helping out Scrooge McDuck and Gosalyn up in her
room doing homework.
Abruptly Drake spit his milk out and raced upstairs. Gosalyn
was never this quiet...especially when it came to doing homework.
Sure enough, when he reached the room, there was no sign of the
little redhead. He started to leave, but was stopped by the sight of
the glowing time portal...well, whatever that thing was.
Making a quick decision, he whipped out his costume and
changed in a matter of seconds (it's a cartoon...work with me).
Settling his fedora at a rakish angle on his head, he narrowed his
eyes and stepped towards the...thing.
"Let's. Get. Dangerous," he growled out as he picked the
thing up. He was immediately engulfed in light.
"Well, now look what's happened, Gosalyn!" Honker yelled. "I
told you that wasn't the kind of thing to mess around with."
Gosalyn ignored him and looked around. They had landed in
some sort of high security building. "Keen gear!" she shouted
excitedly. Maybe it was a military building that housed aliens.
"My my, what do we have here...most interesting...."
Gosalyn yelped and fell backwards. It did have aliens! She
glared up at the odd-looking face of the creature. It looked like a
human in a distorted way. Then...maybe it was a mutant zombie!
"Anthropomorphic ducks...the master would certainly like to
see this," the mutant zombie said with enthusiasm.
"Oh yeah?" Gosalyn said angrily. "For your information we are
not anfomorpican...antomorfin...well, whatever it was that you said.
And for another, we will never give in to your master's demands!"
The mutant zombie just chuckled and murmured something about
kids being so cute as ropes of energy wrapped around them.
Gosalyn glared at Honker, because he had been silent since
his original outburst, then gasped when she saw what he was doing.
Lestrade gave a relieved sigh as she pushed the last of the
paperwork away. It seemed to get longer and longer every time she
did it, and she suspected Greyson was doing it on purpose. All she
had to do now was get it down to financial in order and she was home
At about that time, a blurred purple object crashed into her
desk, scattering the paperwork and putting a large crack in her
desk. She growled, which turned into a groan when she saw what the
TO BE CONTINUED
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