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When the Duck triplets first met Gosalyn Mallard they weren't sure what to think of her. The teachers called her a problem child, she was more than a little rough around the edges, and for a brief moment that day, they weren't sure if she was going to help them or punch them. Her family was just as odd. Her father seemed constantly irritated at everyone, as if they weren't worth his time, and the third member of her family was…

Wait a minute… Launchpad?!

A fanfic mashup of 2017 Ducktales and 1991 Darkwing.

Chapter1: Alarm Clocks and Pancakes

"Gosalyn, it's time to get up, sweetie."

Gosalyn barely registered her father's voice through the haze of sleep. She buried her face deeper into her pillow, trying to shut out the wold. She was soft and warm in her bed, and she never wanted to leave.

She didn't remember when she drifted off to sleep again, or how long she remained asleep for, when her father's voice broke through her peaceful slumber once again

"Gos, it's time to get up. You're going to be late for school."

She winced as her father opened the curtains above her bed and sunlight mercilessly pelted her sensitive eyes. She pulled the blankets over her head to block out the light and groaned in response. He gave her another warning, which her sleepy brain didn't fully process, before he left her room again.

When he left, Gosalyn peaked out of her blankets to glance at the clock on her nightstand. She didn't know what he was so worried about, she still had plenty of time before school. She still had some time to sleep…. just five more minutes…

The warm embrace of sleep consumed her once again.

"Gos," her father's annoyed voice called from the doorway, waking her up for the third time. "You have to wake up. You don't even have time for breakfast anymore."

Eh, he sounded mad but he wasn't panicking yet. She didn't even need to eat breakfast anyway. Just a few more minutes…

However, her father didn't seem willing to give her a chance to drift back to sleep.

"Alright, that's it young lady, get up this minute or face the consequences!"

Gosalyn opened one eye to see her dad standing over her bed with his hands on his hips. Curious of what these consequences were, Gosalyn closed her eyes and pretended to go back to sleep.

"Okay, you asked for it!"

Gosalyn realized too late what he was going to do.

She let out a squeal as her father mercilessly began tickling her ribs. She spasmed uncontrollably as she laughed.

"Nooo! Daaad stop!"

"I warned you, Gos." She could hear the grin in his voice as she tried to push her father's hands away with one hand while attempting to protect her ribs with the other.

"Fine, fine!" she gasped. "I'm getting up!"

The tickling stopped immediately and she glared up at her father who looked far too smug.

"That wasn't fair," she said breathlessly as she tossed off her blanket, now fully awake.

"Who said life was fair?" her father asked. "Now come downstairs and eat your breakfast."

"I thought you said there was no time left to eat breakfast?" She glanced at her clock. School would start in ten minutes. They didn't even have enough time to drive to the school before the first bell rang.

Her dad grinned. "I set your clock back half an hour. You normally don't get up until the last minute, so I used that to my advantage."

Gosalyn huffed. "Lying to your own daughter. I hope you're happy with yourself!"

"I am," he said simply as he kissed the top of her head. "Now come on, your pancakes are getting cold."

After putting on a fresh set of clothes, Gosalyn made her way downstairs. She set her backpack by the kitchen table and took a seat.

Her father was hunched over the newspaper, but his eyes only seemed to be glazing over the words. It was only then that she realized how tired he looked.

"Long night, dad?" she asked as she poured syrup over her pancakes.

Startled out of his daze, her father shook his head to clear it. "That's putting it mildly," he said with a yawn. "Two break-ins from regular criminal scum and then I had to deal with both the Liquidator and Megavolt, and those too are a rather… shocking combination."

Gosalyn scoffed at the pun. "Weeeell… maybe I can help you out? I'll come along tonight night and-"

"Tonight is a school night," he said with a frown. "And besides, it's hard enough to get you up in the morning even without you staying up all night with me chasing down bad guys."

"Oh come on, Dad. You know I can help!"

"Darkwing doesn't need your help. What he needs is his daughter to go through one week of school without getting called into the principal's office."

Gosalyn crossed her arms stubbornly. "It was just a small prank. It's not my fault the principal doesn't have a sense of humor."

"Gos," Drake warned, giving her an unamused look. "Small pranks don't usually result in property damage."

"I didn't mean for that to happen!" Gosalyn protested. "Things just got… out of hand."

"And whose fault is that, huh? Just… no more pranks. I'm too tired to deal with your principal today. That woman gives me a headache."

"Okay… no trip to the principal's office and I can go crime fighting with you tonight? Sounds like a deal!"

"No… no principal's office or else your grounded, young lady."

"That's not fair!"

Drake sighed. "No more arguing. Now finish your breakfast."

Gosalyn angrily stuffed another bite of pancake into her mouth. This wasn't fair. She helped her dad out crime fighting loads of times! She was good at it and she saved his butt more times than she could count. Why was he always so stubborn about not letter her come along?

Gosalyn glanced at the empty seat at the table. She wished Launchpad was here this morning. Maybe she could have gotten him on her side. Then again, that was a pretty big "maybe". Launchpad didn't like taking sides between her and her dad very often, and if he did, he was likely to agree with her dad. Not that her dad ever listened to anyone elses options if they contradicted his own.

It didn't matter anyway, because she probably wouldn't see Launchpad until later in the evening unless there was a Darkwing Duck emergency. For as long as Gosalyn had known him, Launchpad had a side job as a chauffeur in Duckburg. She knew he worked as one of Scrooge McDuck's chauffeurs and probably some other rich people as well… she wasn't sure. Launchpad never said too much about his other job, and Gosalyn honestly couldn't understand how he managed to find work as a driver with his…unique way of stopping, which often ended in a head-on collision.

However, apparently one of his employers liked him, because for the past six months they started requesting Launchpad fly them long distances for business trips, which meant that sometimes Launchpad wouldn't be back for days. Her dad hadn't been happy about this, but the extra money Launchpad brought in from these trips shut him up pretty quick. However, Gosalyn wasn't as easily placated.

She didn't like seeing one member of her family gone for so long, and she didn't like the idea of Darkwing Duck fighting crime without any back up (which is exactly why her dad should allow her to come along more!). Plus, Launchpad would definitely crash during one of these extended trips, and what if he got stranded? When she brought this up, Launchpad had assured her that if this happened he could send an emergency broadcast to the Thunderquack, which had the ability of autopiloting to his location. However, this still didn't seem like enough for Gosalyn.

Gosylan stuffed another bite of pancake in her mouth as she wallowed in the unfairness of her situation. Annoyed at both her dad for treating her like a baby and at Launchpad's other employer for keeping him away.

After breakfast, Gosalyn finished getting ready, and miraculously, she and her dad left the house on time for once.

The car ride to school was quiet as usual. Both Gos and her father weren't morning people, and the fact that she was heading to another day at school didn't make her mood any better. At least there was one upside about today.

Her school was doing an "After School Jamboree" with another school from Duckburg. After school, they were going to bus in kids from the Duckburg school to play games and compete for prizes. It's supposed to keep kids active and teach them lessons about being a good sportsman or something. Most of the prizes were pretty dumb, like a free notebook or gift cards to bookstores, but it was the big prize for the winner of the bike race that Goslyn had her eyes on. One of the parents donated the newest off roading bike, the Yeti SB-20. It was the fasted mountain bike around, and Goslyn couldn't wait to win it.

Just the thought of winning the bike was enough to lift her mood.

"I don't get why you need to bring your bike to school just so that you can win a different bike," her father grumbled as he looked up at the rearview mirror at Gosalyn's bike in the back seat, it's wheels up in the air. "That seems pointless."

Gosalyn scoffed. "Dad, the Yeti is not just another bike. It's the holy grail of bikes! I have to have it!"

"What's wrong with the bike I bought you? I thought you liked it." He tried to hide the hurt in his voice, but Goselyn noticed it right away.

"I do, dad!" she assured him hurriedly. "But the Yeti is like nothing else! It's the fastest bike around and it's perfect for off roading! You'll see what I mean when I win it."

Her dad made a tisking noise with his tongue and shook his head. "Don't get cocky, Gos," he warned. "You might think you're the best at your school, but that Duckburg school might bring some competition."

Goselyn scoffed. "Come on, dad, it's me you're talking about. No one is going to beat me."

Her father raised and eyebrow at her. "Oh really now? When did you get such a big head?" he asked in amusement.

"Well, I AM your daughter."

"I don't see what that has to do with anything."

She gaped at him. "Seriously? If your head was any bigger, Honker would have studied it for his previous planetary project!"

"Very funny, Gos," her father said sarcastically. "And nice alliteration by the way. I'm so proud."

Gos groaned. "Great, it's official, I hang around you way too much."

Her dad chuckled as he pulled up to the school. They noticed Honker sitting by a tree at the front of the school reading a book. When he looked up, he looked surprised to see them here on time.

"Have fun today, Gos. Don't beat the other kids too badly. Leave them with some dignity."

Goslyn grinned as she pulled her bike out of the back seat of the car.

"No promises, dad."

I hope you all liked the first chapter!

If you all are wondering when Launchpad gets a chance to sleep, he does it after he brings Scrooge to his work. Scrooge often doesn't need him until he has to go home for the day, so he sleeps in the limo. Launchpad is the type of person that doesn't need much sleep anyway.

I love what this new series is doing with Darkwing but I really wanted to write a fic where the modern Ducktales meets the original Gos and Darkwing. I will be ignoring a few things from canon, so for this fic, LP lives in St Canard and Della hasn't come back yet.