Hey guys! I couldn't put all the characters in the description so other characters were Darkwing duck, Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, Louie Duck, Webby Vanderquack, Honker Muddlefoot, and Morgana Makawbre. I hope you guys enjoy. Also, if you like this one, I'm writing another fanfic titled The adventures of Propeller McQuack.

"We'll be back in two weeks!" Della said. She ruffled Dewey's hair and grabbed her last suitcase. She jammed it into the already full green van. Donald was giving instructions to Beakly on how to watch his nephews. "... and no sugar for Huey, EVER. Always check the ingredients. It doesn't go well, and keep an eye on Louie. One minute, you think you're having a nice dinner, the next minute he's put sleeping pills in your food just so he could stay up late. And Dewey. Oh Dewey. Where to begin..." he said.

"I'm sure you have nothing to worry about," Beakly assured him. Launchpad was helping Scrooge fix a flat tire on the van from the last time he had used it.

Della, Donald, and Scrooge were going on adventure. With Donald back, they wanted to have an adventure together without the kids, like they used to. Some quality bonding time. "Remember, just two weeks," Della reminded. She fixed Huey's cap and patted down Louie's sweat shirt. "Relax, mom. It's not like we won't be here when you get back," Louie said. "I know. I just get worried about you boys. You're prone to getting into trouble," she said. "Della! The tire's fixed. We're ready to head out," Scrooge called her from inside the van. Della said one last good bye and got into the van. The boys waved as their legal guardians left.

After they were gone, Louie looked to his brothers and Webby. "So, we have the house to ourselves. Want to do something dangerous?" he asked. Dewey jumped up. "Of course!" But their joy was put to a stop when Beakly came behind them. "Ahem, are you forgetting something?" she said. Louie sighed. "Alright, alright," he said. "Well, I guess we'll have to find something else to do." "I have something for you kids to do," Beakly said. She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket. "Your uncle Scrooge left us with a list of things that make profit if we get bored." "And I assume we will not be getting any money we make?" Louie said. He had one hand in his pocket and the other making gestures. "You are correct," the British duck said. She handed Huey the list.

They heard a crash from inside the mansion, followed by what sounded like Launchpad's voice. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go fix whatever Launchpad just broke." Beakly walked back into the mansion leaving the kids alone. "Well, Hue, what's first on the list?" Dewey asked. Huey read aloud, "Give tours of the factories."

Meanwhile in St. Canard...

Darkwing stalked the rooftops of the night city. He stared out over the buildings. Since becoming a super hero, he had only faced one villain. Sometimes he wondered if Launchpad was right when he told him to become a hero. The only criminal he had fought was Tuoras Bulba. He had saved a little red headed orphan girl. Her name was Gosalyn. After the whole adventure, he adopted her. It had been a month since then. Sure, acting was fun, but he wanted to be a real hero. He had listened to the police scanners. Only petty thefts that were stopped minutes after being reported. Not enough time for him to even get to the crime scene.

"Okay," he said to himself after realizing there was no crime to fight.

Disheartened, he climbed down the building and started the Rat Catcher. As he drove, he passed the museum. He was sprang from his thoughts with a blaring alarm. He looked up to see a yellow masked mysterious figure run by. "Yes! A crime!" he shouted. He looked to his left, where a security guard was standing, with a confused look. "I mean, uh," he began, embarrassed. "Oh no, a crime! Don't worry! Darkwing duck is on the case!" He revved up the engine and set the motorcycle in motion.

In hot pursuit, the caped crusader chased after the fiendish his surprise, Darkwing hit a speed bump. He flung off the bike and landed in front of the robber. "I meant to do that." He wobbled back and forth in pain. He readjusted himself. "I am the terror that flaps in the night," he began. "I am the banana peel that slips up the foot of crime! I am..." He took a breath before finishing his intro, but in that breath, he glanced at the robber.

He couldn't believe his eyes. "...very confused," he said. Standing before Darkwing was a duck like himself. He wore a yellow and black version of Darkwing's costume and had a chainsaw strapped to his back. In his hands was a big blue gem, the size of a football. "Why do you look so much like me?" Darkwing asked. "Why are you so stupid?" the villain retorted. Darkwing stood confused. Some thoughts ran through his mind. Why did this guy look almost exactly like him? What kind of comeback was that?

The villain struck first. He pulled the chainsaw from his back and began trying to hack at the hero. "Woah! Watch it with that thing! You could hurt someone!" Darkwing said, dodging hits from all sides. Finally having had enough, the masked mallard pulled out his gas gun. "Suck gas, evil doer," he declared letting out a shot of gas. He only moments later realized he had it backwards and had shot it into his own face.

He fell to the ground, wheezing and coughing. He waved the smoke away with his hat, choking on the toxic air. "I'm sorta new to this whole 'super hero's thing," he said when he could finally speak. "Maybe go easy on me?" The villain lifted him up and shoved the hero against a nearby dumpster. "No thanks, pretty boy," the crook spat into his face. He punched Darkwing in the gut, making him see spots. He threw the hero down on the ground. The cloaked hero hit his head against the cement, causing him to loose consciousness."I should have done this to you when I first had the chance!" he said, lifting up his chainsaw over his head. "When you had the chance?" Darkwing said under his breath, to wounded to speak any louder. Did he know this guy?

"So long, dork wing dunce," the villian said. He was about to strike down the duck when he felt something hit his head. A small pebble. "Hey!" The villain turned around to see a young, red headed duckling standing there with another rock in hand.

"Back off!" she shouted. The villain kicked Darkwing away, who was now almost unconscious. He wedged his eyes open. "Gos?" he spoke weakly. "What are you, his sidekick?" the villain said mockingly. The girl spoke with a raspy voice, "No, I'm just a random girl with a love of justice and is in no way is related to Darkwing duck." "Mmm, convincing, kid," he said. He began to creep towards her. The girl started to wonder if picking a fight with this criminal had been such a good idea. "Uh, I'm warning you. If you come a step closer, you're gonna get it!" she said. She nervously began to back away as the villain grew closer.

The girl closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate. She only opened her eyes when she realized it wasn't coming. She saw the villain had been knocked out by Darkwing and his gas gun. He stood over the unconscious body for a few seconds heavily breathing. "Dad!" the girl exclaimed. That's was when Darkwing fell over, unconscious as well.

Darkwing didn't know where he was when he came to. He didn't open his eyes. He just laid there. He tried to figure out where he was. He knew he wasn't in his bed because whatever he was laying on was too narrow. He felt an ache in his back. Whatever he was laying on was stiff and uncomfortable. It was somewhat cushioned, but it was mostly hard. He felt a tuft of cotton against his arm. Whatever he was on was worn down and cheap. "Looks like somebody should've sprung for a better mattress," he thought aloud. "Dad, you're on your own couch," he heard a girl say. He sat up quickly and opened his eyes.

She was right. He was in his own living room sitting on his uncomfortable couch that he had always wanted to get rid of. "Oh," he said. "For an actor, you sure have cheap living conditions," Gosalyn commented.

His head was throbbing with pain. He winced. "Take it easy, dad," Gosalyn said. He laid back down on the couch. She grabbed a wet rag and put it on his forehead. "Thanks, Gos. By the way, how did you get me back home?" he wondered.

As if to answer his question, another duckling came from the kitchen. The little boy had glasses and wore a backpack and a green shirt. He was carrying an arm full of wet hand towels. "I got more rags, Gosalyn," he said. "Who is this?" Darkwing asked. "I'm your neighbor," the boy replied. "Oh, right, the Muddlefoot's kid. What was it? Hank? Clonker?" the duck asked. "Honker, Mr. Mallard, sir," the boy said.

A thought came to Darkwing and he nervously checked himself. He was still wearing his Darkwing uniform. "Gos! Secret identity!" Drake shouted. "Well, how else did you expect me to carry your body back to the house! I needed help! How do you expect me to carry you all by myself when you're so heavy," the girl defended. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Drake mumbled, giving Gosalyn a look. "Don't worry Mr. Mallard, I won't tell anyone," Honked assured.

Drake tried to stand up, only to stumble around. He had wounded his leg too. He sat down quickly after a shot of pain. It wasn't broken or sprained. It just hurt a lot. Drake babied his ankle on his lap. Looking up at Honker, he said, "Honker, why don't you head home? Your folks will be wondering where you are and I need to have a little chat with Gosalyn." "Okay, Mr. Mallard." Honker obediently opened the front door and left.

Before Drake had even opened his beak, Gosalyn started defending herself. "Look, dad, I know what you're going to say, that you told me to stay but I went anyway, but I did save your life, kind of, and that should count for something, right?" "But I told you to stay home and you disobeyed me," Drake said. He took off his mask and threw off his hat.

"Yeah, but it's not about what you say, it's what you mean," she argued. He stared at her. "What?" "Yeah, I don't know what you mean either," she said. "When I tell you to stay home, I mean stay home. I'm only trying to protect you." "But if I didn't go, that chainsaw guy would have killed you! You can't protect me if you're dead." "I can take care of myself without the help of a nine-year old, thank you," Drake said. He tried to get up again, this time easier than before. He hobbled toward the kitchen entry, using the stairs to hold him up. Gosalyn followed him.

"Oh, come on, let me fight bad guys with you. I mean, that gut had a chainsaw! Do you know how cool that is?" She imitated an imaginary chainsaw in the air, pretending to cut stuff with it. "I said no, and that's final," Drake said. "Oh, please? I'll wear a mask too. I'll be the Quiverwing Quack!" Gosalyn was now shooting stuff with imaginary arrows. Drake came to a realization. "Oh, no! The gem! The crook! I let him get away!" He slapped his forehead. "See? This is why you need a sidekick, so take me," Gos pressed on. "The crook got away because you came! I could've taken care of it myself." "Yeah, because you were taking care of it just great back there," she said. "Don't talk back to me, young lady! I am your legal guardian. And that's not the only thing you did. You gave away my secret identity to the neighbors' kid. Do you know how hard it is to keep up this image?"

Drake was turning red and Gosalyn could tell he was upset, but she continued on.

"I would know if you would let me go!"

"How many times do I have to tell you, it's dangerous!"

"Isn't getting dangerous your whole thing?"

"Yeah, for me, but not for you!"

"But life is boring without getting dangerous!"

"Why can't you just listen to me!"

"Because you're not my dad!"

That last one stung. Both of them gasped when they realized what she said. Her eyes widened while Drake looked down. "Look, dad, I didn't mean it. I-I-" He was speechless.

After a long while of awkward silence, he spoke. "I'm going to bed." He stepped up the stairs slowly. When he was around the corner, Gosalyn heard his bedroom door open and shut. Gosalyn looked down. "Yeah, I'll go to bed too," she said and began climbing up the stairs.

Drake laid down on his bed. Why did he decide to become a parent? He didn't know the first thing about parenting, and he didn't even get to raise Gosalyn from the beginning. It wasn't that he didn't like the person her grandfather had raised her to be. He just wasn't used to it yet. He didn't know how to work with her rebellious, easily excited personality. Was he doing it right? Lost in his thoughts, he drifted off to sleep...

Down in the sewers, the villain waited. He had despised Darkwing since the day he had met him at the movie studio. After faking his death, the once actor Jim Starling became Negaduck. He had wanted to wring out Darkwing's neck after hearing he had taken the lead in his movie. He hadn't bothered once to know the actors name, but he knew he hated him for taking his career.

Negaduck had been plotting in the shadows ever since. And now he knew a piece of valuable information that could help him kill Darkwing once and for all. The red headed girl had called him dad. And that was all he needed to know. He knew exactly how and where to find the duck who had stolen his spotlight.

Morning in Duckburg...

"Who wants toast!" Dewey shouted. He aimed the toaster at Webby. The bread shot out, flying towards her. She high kicked it away and the bread almost hit Huey in the face. He just barely ducked out of the way. The second slice of toast went through the air in Louie's direction. He was saved by Beakly, who caught the toast between her hands.

"Dewey! What did I say about aiming the toaster at people?" she reprimanded. He got down from standing on the counter. "Not to," he said. Huey came out from hiding under the table. Launchpad came into the kitchen humming to himself. He ruffled Dewey's feathers and grabbed the toast from between Beakly's hands. "Thanks, Mrs. B," he said, taking a bite.

"Launchpad, I'm going to the store to get some groceries. Can you watch the kids?" Beakly asked. "Sure thing, Mrs. B," he said while pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Beakly grabbed her wallet from the table and walked out of the kitchen. "I'll be back, don't set mansion on fire while I'm gone!" she called. They heard the front door close.

"I know what I'm doing," Dewey said once he was sure Beakly had left. "Oh, yeah, I've got to see this," Louie said, pulling out his phone to record. "Webby, can you get me the matches?" Dewey asked. Huey glared at him.

They heard the front door open again. "I'm serious, Dewey," Beakly called. "Never mind," the blue duckling mumbled to Webby.

Morning in St. Canard...

Drake woke up aching all over. He had been so tired the night before, he hadn't even bothered to take off his Darkwing uniform. He took a shower to calm his pains and changed into his pink flannel. He brushed his teeth and ate breakfast, all the things you do in the morning. He was halfway through his bowl of cereal when he noticed Gosalyn wasn't up yet.

He had to apologize for yelling at her last night. He set down his spoon and went back upstairs. He hesitated before knocking on her door. "Gos, honey? You awake?" He opened the door. "Gosalyn? I just wanted to apologize for last night and-" He stopped when he realized she wasn't in the room. "Gosalyn?" he called. No response. Drake began to panic.

He pulled the sheet off her bed with no results. The room had been trashed, which was no surprise to him. Gosalyn was a little messy and a bit clumsy, but something still felt off. He continued to call for her until he accepted the fact she was gone.

He thought out loud. "She ran away. I just know it! Oh, man, I knew I wasn't cut out to be a father! She could have gone to a better family that wouldn't drive her to run away! Gosh, why did I decide to be a Dad?" He sat down on the bed disheartened when he heard a crinkle. He stood back up. He had sat on a piece of paper. He picked up the sheet

He mumbled the words written on the page. "If you ever want to see your daughter again, meet me at the pier, nine o clock tonight and don't be late. And don't even think about bringing any weapons." Drake jumped up. "Wooh! She didn't run away! I'm not a terrible dad! She was kidnapped! Wait... oh my gosh, she was kidnapped!" Drake threw his hand on his forehead. "I've got to do something! This looks like a job for... Darkwing duck!" The last words of the note rang in his mind. And Don't even think about bringing any weapons. "I've got to find some way to help her."

Drake dialled a number on his phone. "Pick up, pick up," he spoke urgently. "This is Launchpad McQuack. Leave a message," the other end said. Drake hung up. "I need some help," he said, grabbing his cape.

Thanks for reading! I know I didn't put much about the characters from Duckberg, but there will be more of them in the next chapter. Don't forget to review! :)