AUTHOR'S NOTE: Had this idea for a while, so I thought I'd give y'all some bonus content for this story. Again, it's based on Rubbersoles19's headcanons, so thanks for inspiring this, Bec!

As the blue smoke spread out through the sewer, Darkwing Duck announced his arrival. "I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the itch you cannot reach!" He cleared some smoke with a flap of his cape, revealing himself to his enemies. "I am Darkwiiiiiing Duck!"

"Well, look who came to play," said Quackerjack, rubbing his hands together.

The Liquidator stuck out his snout from behind the giant assembly machine, and his ears perked up. "Why, it's the one thing that has the whole nation hooked! The new C4 Teddy Bears from Quackerjack Toys!"

Darkwing's pupils shrank and his chest deflated when it was clear that Liquidator was not referring to him. "N-not if I shut you down first!" he shot back, pointing at Liquidator.

"It's PLAYTIIIIIIME!" Quackerjack shouted, loading his arms with bears and lobbing them at Darkwing. The hero cartwheeled past each one as it flew by and detonated on the concrete. As he righted himself and raised his arms like a gymnast, a lucky bear clipped his beak, blowing him backwards. Darkwing landed on his back inches from the flowing sewer water.

Darkwing shook the blast from his head as soot-covered feathers floated by in his peripheral vision. His stomach tied in a knot. Those were his feathers! Before he could think another thought, a cackling Quackerjack yelled, "Sic 'im, Liqui!"

Darkwing yelped as water filled his beak and he found himself suddenly surrounded by clear, crisp water. The Liquidator had swallowed him whole! Though he was held fast inside Liquidator, he kicked his feet frantically, trying to swim out. More of his molting coat was released with his struggling, and he saw them float throughout his watery prison.

Though muffled, Darkwing could hear the Liquidator cry out in disgust, which turned into a gag. Then another.

Darkwing felt the water surging him up and out of Liquidator, where he met the concrete once again, cold, soaked, and very uncomfortable.

He sat up to see Quackerjack doubled over in laughter, and Liquidator doubled over, coughing up feathers. "I guess that's one way to pluck a duck!" laughed Quackerjack, falling backwards and rolling on the ground.

Liquidator spat out the last feather and shivered. "Yuck! I did not sign up for this when I agreed to be your marketing director!"

"Call it an unforseen circumstance and brush it off, Buddy," said Quackerjack. "HA-hahaha! Get it? Brush? Molting?" He leaned back and howled at his joke.

Darkwing's face was bright red, he was so mortified. There was no way he was going to take this lying down. "Brush this off, you devious delinquents!" He shot his gas gun at the Liquidator, who stopped his chuckling to see a liquid nitrogen cartridge flying toward him. He gasped as it splashed into his abdomen and froze him to the spot.

"Hey! I paid good money for him, spoilsport!" Quackerjack protested. Darkwing responded with a triple flip web kick that shut the joking jester up.

"And then I tied them both up and sent them to the cooler."

"Gee, DW," said Launchpad McQuack, "I'm glad you were still able to save the day, what with you being swallowed by the Liquidator-"

"Don't bring it up, please!" shuddered Darkwing. "Being swallowed and vomited by a dog made of water isn't the most pleasant experience." He resumed brushing his arm, seeing the feathers flutter off in droves. "Doesn't help that I was molting and didn't even realize it until it was too late."

"What are you gonna do next time you molt?" asked Launchpad, sweeping up the feathers into a dustpan.

"Well, LP, I'm going to do what any other hero of my caliber would do: STAY HOME!"