I'm back! Sorry for not updating for the last couple of days, had a few things going on. After this chapter I will probably write a 1-shot I've wanted to write for a while before returning to it, but it won't be abandoned.

Thank you to CartoonLover and DDFan for reviewing the last chapter.

This chapter focuses on the ducks.

See chapter 1 for the disclaimer.

After dropping Beakley and the kids back off at the manor, Scrooge, Donald and Launchpad drove up to the money bin.

Well, actually Launchpad drove of course. Even though it was half ten and still technically his birthday he did feel obliged.

"I hope you know your're noot getting' ah raise for this." Scrooge said from the backseat, arms folded.

"No problem Mr McD!"

"I still don't think Gyro will be happy to see us." Donald muttered, staring out the window, the projectors device on his lap. "I wouldn't be."

"Ooh, he'll be fine. Stop worrying nephew."

"Stop-!"

"We're here." Launchpad said quickly, leaning out the window and punching in the code.

Ten minutes later they were walking through the darkened corridors towards Gyro's room.

"This feels like we're stalking him." Donald moaned, as he lagged behind. "Why does he even live here anyway?"

"Because he wants to be here in case an'one breaks in to steal his precious inventions." Scrooge explained, over his shoulder. "I keep telling him that A - noo one will want to and B – his inventions can probably take care of himself if that big bulb is anything to go by-"

"It's Lil Bulb." Launchpad said.

Scrooge shot him a look. "Launchpad have you seen the size of that thing?"

Launchpad paused, then nodded. "Fair enough."

Scrooge rolled his eyes and rapped loudly on Gyro's door.

"I want it noted I was against this from the very beginning." Donald said, cradling the device in his arms.

"It's nooted." Scrooge snapped, just as the door was thrown open.

Gyro Gearloose stood there in bright blue pyjamas with spaceships on them. He did not look happy.

Donald blinked before saying. "I think Dewey has those pyjamas."

Gyro folded his arms and looked straight at Scrooge. "It's ten-thirty PM."

"I know."

"I was just getting ready for bed."

"I can see that."

"I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow."

"I'm sure."

"So, what is it? Mr McDuck." Gyro added, clearly as an afterthought.

To which Scrooge said, surprisingly patiently. "Right, long story short we've been at Launchpad's birthday party-"

"Hi."

"-And while we were there a villain turned up with this thing." Scrooge waved his hand in Donald's direction.

"He kidnapped your nephew?" Gyro asked.

"Y-No! He turned up with the thing in Donald's arms! He called it a ray-gun and used it to bring three characters from the world of…what was it again?"

"Darkwing Duck." Donald and Launchpad said together.

"Darkwing Duck to life. I want you to analyse it and tell me how it works."

There was a long pause before Gyro nodded and shut the door. "Fine. But only because I'm intrigued myself. What actually happened with the ray-gun?"

On the walk to the lab Launchpad filled the scientist in on exactly what had happened.

"So it's a device that brings living breathing characters to life. Sounds impossible. I like it. I'll need some time to analyse it. I should have it done by tomorrow morning if I work through the night."

"That's sorted then." Scrooge said immediately. "Providing after this is sorted you go to bed. And also I will pay you double a day's salary for this as well."

Donald almost dropped the ray- gun. "You'll what!?"

Scrooge glared at him as Gyro took the device out of Donald's arms. "Ah may be cheap but I'm not unnecessarily harsh, ya knoow."

With that Gyro shut the door of his lab.