A "Darkwing Duck" fanfic by Rydia Erdrick Landale (aka Captain Chaotica!!)
Chapter Three: "Ballroom Blitz!"
"Hey, that's our name, man!" protested one of the members of the (rather bad) band that was playing that night.
Negaduck lunged across the floor towards the band, took out one of the guns he'd been carrying under his cape, and shoved the barrel straight up against the lead guitarist's nose. "Want to make something of it?" he growled.
"Er, no! No, that's fine! You can have the name!" said the guitarist, frightened out of his wits. "We never liked that name much anyway, right guys?" he glanced behind to look at the other band members. They all nodded vigorously.
"Good..." purred Negaduck, and turned back around to face the rest of the room. "LISTEN UP, ALL YOU KNOBS!" he roared, and fired off a shot from the gun into the ceiling. "I have come here to wreak havoc and chew bubble gum--" he paused for effect, then continued on in a low snarl, "and I'm all out of bubble gum."
This didn't quite have the effect he'd wanted--instead of running around and screaming, the students just stood there and stared at him as if he had grown a second head.
"So buy some more," came an unidentified voice from the back of the room. A small ripple of giggles spread across the crowd.
"Who's the geek?" said Maria Swandive, jerking her thumb at the strange new arrival.
"Yeah, I mean, a YELLOW tuxedo? With a red hat? And a FEATHER in it? Oh, come on, please! Who does he think he's impressing, with that ridiculous get-up?" said Hamm String, chuckling.
"Man, he's worse than Drake the Dweeb!" snorted Moe Bernard as he lounged against the wall, looking like a lumpy sack of potatoes in his ill-fitting suit.
"AARRRRRGGGHHHH!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!! You have mocked me for the very last time! Taste the wrath of NEGADUCK!!" and he tossed a grenade into the crowd.
Screams sounded throughout the room and people dove for cover as they finally realised he was serious. "Let's get out of here!" shrieked Maria, running for the exit. As one, the prom-goers tried to follow her--but Negaduck got there first and blocked the door. He revved up the engine on his chainsaw with a very deliberate motion. Once. "Oh, don't leave..." he said in a fake "sad" tone, and took a step forward. Maria suddenly wished she wasn't at the front of the crowd." Twice. "We wouldn't want you to miss the FUN..." Three times. "After all, THE PARTY'S JUST STARTED! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!" The psychopathic duck leapt into the crowd, swinging the chainsaw from side to side with great glee. Everybody tried desperately to get out of the way. Well, except for one--Terrence Hawkeye, the yearbook photographer, whipped out his camera and took shot after shot. After all, proms like THIS certainly didn't happen every year...
Moe hid under the hors d'oeuvres table, thinking that would shelter him, but a moment later, with a loud buzzing sound, the table was cleaved in half. "EEP!" The huge bully hit a note that, until now, he was not aware he could hit, and dove to the side just in time, as the chainsaw bit heavily into the wooden floor where he had been crouching.
This is it! thought Elmo, as he stared around at the chaos. My chance to use my new powers for good! To really BE a superhero! He first made certain nobody was looking at him--not much chance of that, everybody understandably had OTHER things on their mind right now besides Elmo Sputterspark, the Science Freak--and leapt backstage, where he quickly shucked off his formal clothes, put on the protective goggles that he had hidden in a pocket, and stood there in his brightly-coloured rubber garb. You know, this combination of yellow and blue isn't that bad--it actually goes with my powers. Lightning colours. Neat. he thought to himself, and then looked back out from behind the curtains as a loud CRASH echoed through the room--Negaduck had knocked over another table, spilling the punch-bowl all over the floor. But before I can go out there, I GOTTA settle on a superhero name...! There were screams from all around as Negaduck hurled another grenade, knocking down a good chunk of wall this time. FAST!
"Come on, guys, let's make this an 'extra-special night to REMEMBER...'" sneered Negaduck, chasing after the nearest person--which happened to be Hamm String--with his chainsaw. The football player found himself pinned against a wall with nowhere else to go. He cringed, waiting for the bloody end...but suddenly, from atop a ladder near one of the decorative banners, came a mysterious voice.
"I am the hero that LIGHTS up the night!" announced the strange yellow-clad person, zapping a bolt into the air to illustrate his point. Oh, geez thought Elmo to himself, I guess the electrocution did something to my vocal chords, too. When did my voice get so cracked and raspy? I sound more like a LOONEY than a hero!
Fighting back his embarrassment, he continued on. "I am the dynamo that powers the forces of goodness!" Negaduck lowered his chainsaw and turned around to look at this new interruption, disgustedly. "I...am...MEGAVOLT!!" And with that, Megavolt leapt down off the ladder, shooting bolts of electricity at the heavily-armed duck.
"EAT GRENADE, MEGADOLT!" yelled Negaduck, hurling another grenade at the yellow-clad rat.
Megavolt dodged out of the way--not quite fast enough, however. A piece of shrapnel caught him in the leg and he limped, wincing with pain. But he gritted his teeth and sent another bolt at Negaduck. This time the bolt caught the psychopath square in the chest, lifted him off the ground, and held him there, about ten feet above the floor. The sound of sizzling feathers filled the air--making Megavolt cringe. I don't want to use these powers against PEOPLE! But at the moment, I have no choice...
"Yeah, that's it! Way to go, Megavolt!" cried Hamm String, punching the air enthusastically. What with the strange costume, the new hairstyle, and the tinted goggles over his eyes, it seemed nobody there could recognise the newcomer as Elmo Sputterspark. "Give 'em heck!"
"HAMM!" said Prina Lott through clenched teeth, as she elbowed her boyfriend in the ribs. "Let's get OUT of here, while the new guy is distracting Negaduck!"
"Aww, but this Megavolt guy is so COOL! Just like a real-life Captain Electron! I wanna stay and watch...!" whined Hamm, but Prina grabbed his arm and steered him out the door. The others followed close behind (Terrence stopping to take one more picture of the dramatic tableau) and soon the room was empty of all but the two combatants.
Megavolt continued to hold Negaduck in the air, but then thought to himself, NOW what?! I can't just hold him here all NIGHT... Even using special powers rather than physical strength, this was more tiring than it looked. Wearily, Megavolt took a moment to wipe the sweat off his forehead--thereby breaking his concentration for a second, and dropping Negaduck to the floor.
His opponent was dazed, dizzy, and more than a bit singed--but quite definitely still swinging. Negaduck revved up the chainsaw again and lunged towards the superhero. "Take THIS, you short-circuiting buffoon!" He climbed over the wreckage of a table towards Megavolt--taking the most direct route, completely ignoring whatever else was in his way. "You may have incredible powers, but let's see them protect you from THIS!"
In response, Megavolt zapped the metal chainsaw. Negaduck dropped it--but not before the electricity slithered in glowing lines down to the handle. "Ya-ha!" he gasped, shaking his hands, which were tingling painfully and for a few moments, he couldn't flex them. He began to feel alarmed. What if I CAN'T win..? thought the deranged young duck to himself. Heck, why did I even try this? What made me think I had to blow up the school? But I've already done enough to give myself a criminal record...might as well make sure I DESERVE it! Aloud, he said, "I've got a lot more weapons where THAT came from!" and tossed another grenade at Megavolt.
Megavolt dodged out of the way of the grenade--they were destructive, but fortunately had a pretty small blast-radius. He prepared to zap again, but looked up as he heard a loud bang--Negaduck had shot the chain holding up the enourmous disco-ball at roughly the same time he threw the grenade! In his effort to dodge away from both threats at the same time, Megavolt didn't look very closely at WHERE he was dodging--and landed face-first in the spill from the punch bowl.
"YAAAAAAAAA!!!!" he screamed, as his remaining power--which was a lot--shorted out in a spectacular fireworks display. It was both the worst and strangest pain he had ever experienced--as if part of his very life-force had been ripped from his body and exploded into a million pieces. He was unable to do anything for a moment except lie there, gasping. Well, this will certainly make taking showers more interesting from now on... he thought muzzily.
Negaduck ambled over to the weakened rat, a big grin spreading across his face, quite deliberately going at a slow pace so as to prolong the moment. "Oooh, I'm going to ENJOY this...." he purred.
Megavolt looked up from his spot on the floor. "I haven't...given up...yet..." he panted, dragging himself into a sitting position. "Evil shall...never...win..." and he pointed his finger at Negaduck.
There was a tiny fizzle, and nothing else.
Negaduck laughed--a low, dangerous laugh. "What's the matter, freak?" he taunted. "Did that juice make you lose all YOUR" and he paused to laugh at his own pun "'juice'? Have your batteries gone dead?" He kneeled down and leaned forwards, so that he was bill-to-muzzle with Megavolt. "Did the widdle superhero woose all hims widdle powers? Awww, poor baby..." He raised a gun, pointed it directly at Megavolt's chest, drew the safety back...and then lowered it.
"No..." he decided, putting the gun away. "What's the point of defeating your enemy if you can't rub it in their face...?" He pulled out something new from beneath his cape--a bundle of dynamite sticks, hooked to a small alarm clock with a couple of wires. "You see this? You know what this is?" he asked rhetorically.
"A bomb." said Megavolt in a flat tone.
"And do you know what I'm going to DO with this bomb?" said Negaduck, standing up and holding the bomb high over his head in a dramatic pose.
"Destroy St. Canard High." said Megavolt in the same tone.
"That's right," growled Negaduck, "but don't step on my lines." He cleared his throat and continued. "Yes, ladies and gentle-mutants of the audience," he looked around the room, "I'm going to destroy the school and all of you with it...and where did everyone go?"
"They left while we were fighting." responded Megavolt, trying desperately to summon up more power from somewhere...a hidden reserve...anything. It was a lost cause--the charge that huge shock earlier had given him was gone. In fact, his normal energy seemed to be drained, too--he was so woozy it was taking all his effort just to sit upright.
"GRRRRR! I HATE WHEN THIS HAPPENS!" snarled Negaduck, completely ignoring the fact that this was the first time this had happened. "Okay, fine! I'm still going to blow up St. Canard High School...and YOU, at least, will have a front-row seat! HAHAHAHAHAA!!" With that, he set the fuse on the bomb for five minutes and tossed it into the middle of the room.
"Oh, but before I forget..." he tossed a grenade at the floor near Megavolt. "THIS is for stepping on my line," he tossed another one, "THIS is for helping everybody else escape, and THIS" he tossed a third, "is just because I HATE YOUR STUPID HAIRSTYLE!!" And with that, the section of floor underneath the yellow-clad rat fell away entirely, dumping him into the basement. There was a series of clangs, plinks, plonks, and thuds as he landed in a pile of band instruments. Megavolt hit his head rather hard on the basement floor, and fell unconscious.
Laughing, Negaduck left.
And the school blew up.
"Ah, great old times," said the current-day Negaduck, sighing happily. "Such happy memories of chaos and destruction... It'll be so nice to see all my old friends again, at the reunion...and this time, we'll do it RIGHT!" He picked out his favourite weapons and hid them in his clothes. "Now, to head for the bakery. We wouldn't want them to start the party without ME, would we?" Chuckling evilly, he strode out the door.
"The school BLEW UP with you still inside?" said Gos, her eyes wide, as she sat next to Megavolt, who had finally decided to sit on the couch. "How did you survive?"
"Yeah, how did you?" asked Bushroot. The others nodded--they wanted to know, too.
"Well, in a way, Negaduck accidentally helped me by throwing me into the basement..." began the older Megavolt.
Muffled voices filtered down to Megavolt through the pile of rubble he was half-buried under, and he realised, with amazement, that he had somehow survived TWO disasters in one day. The extra floor between myself and the explosion must've shielded me...
"So, this is the scene of the battle?" said an unfamiliar voice in an awed tone. "Wow. Okay--you say this crazy guy calling himself 'Negaduck' showed up with a bunch of weaponry--" the sound of footsteps crunching on fallen plaster came from overhead "--and this strange guy with mutant lightning powers appeared out of nowhere to fight him?"
"Yessir, Mr. Lockjaw, sir," said a voice which Megavolt was able to place after a moment...Oh, yeah, that's Terrence Hawkeye, the yearbook photographer. Wait, how come I can remember his name and not my own...?
"Fascinating!" said cub reporter Tom Lockjaw, and Megavolt could faintly hear a scratching sound that must have been him scribbling in a notebook. "I can see the headline now--'Heroic Mutant Saves St. Canard High!' This story might even be my big break--the one that helps me get into TV news!" He scribbled even faster.
"Um, well, actually, Mr. Lockjaw, he, erm...didn't save the school. As you can see." Terrence paused, and Megavolt assumed he must have been gesturing at the wreckage.
"Oh, well, that doesn't matter!" said Lockjaw, continuing to scribble. "The point is, he saved the student's lives! Homicidal maniacs...daring heroics...real-life superpowers...this is KILLER material! Any chance I could interview this 'Megavolt' person?"
"Nobody knows where he is..." said Terrence, shrugging. "The last anybody saw of him, he was still fighting Negaduck. Then there was that explosion...as far as anybody knows, they're both dead."
I'm not! thought Megavolt, desperately trying make his way out of the caved-in basement...I'm right here! He tugged at one of the larger pieces that was on top of his legs...and had to give up after a moment, panting. It was clear that he wouldn't be able to get loose any time soon--not in his current condition, anyway. So he tried another idea.
"HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
Unfortunately, he didn't have enough strength to yell very loud, either, and it came out as a quiet gasp.
"Did you hear something?" questioned Terrence, cocking his head to one side.
"Eh, just a piece of wreckage settling." Lockjaw dismissed it and went back to his scribbling. "Do you have a description of him or Negaduck for my story, perchance?"
"I can do better than that," said Terrence, and there was another bit of silence as he evidently rummaged inside his pockets.
"Perfect!" Lockjaw grinned as he grabbed the pictures Terrence handed to him. "These are great. You're rather talented, ya know." He clapped Terrence on the shoulder. "May I have your permission to use these for my story?"
"Sure, if you give me credit..." and their voices faded away as they left the room.
Somewhere across town, a figure darted from lamp-post to lamp-post, trying not to be seen. He pulled his black cape as tightly as he could around his yellow tuxedo jacket, knowing how easily that bright colour would show up against the darkness. I've got to find a place to hide out, lay low, thought Negaduck. Maybe I can--
His train of thought was cut off by a little sound to his right. The teenaged duck turned to see a small, ragged grey puppy. It stared soulfully at him. Oh, he looks just like the dog I used to have as a kid... thought Negaduck. "Here boy! Come here!" he called. The dog happily trotted over and licked his hand. He petted it on the head, smiling.
Then the juvenille gangster realised something. No, wait, I can't go around petting little puppy dogs if I'm going to be a vicious criminal. Negaduck wouldn't like cute things. He took his hand away, then bent down towards the dog's face, bared his teeth, and growled at it. "Get outta here, ya mangy mutt!"
Whimpering, the dog ran off.
Now, where am I going to go, exactly...? thought Negaduck, as he continued to skulk down the streets. If I'm going to continue on with my life of crime, I'll need some more weaponry, and for that, I'll need some money to get it--also, money for food, and a place to stay. He headed towards the "bad part of town"--or rather, the WORSE part--and continued to mull things over as he went along. Hmmm. I think one of my weapons-dealer buddies can probably put me up in his place. Once I remind him of, ahem, certain nuggets of information I know about him, he should be all TOO happy to oblige. That'll take care of the housing thing for a bit. As for the money...I'll...
Negaduck looked up at the building across the street from where he was currently standing. "St. Canard 5th National Bank" read the sign above the doorway.
Heh. Why not go with the classics? he smirked. Yes, that's it, I'll rob a bank. And I'll ask him to be my partner--no, he stood up straighter. I'll ORDER him to come along, whether he likes it or not! If I'm going to be a criminal mastermind... and here he quite deliberately threw his cloak back and started striding down the streets as if he owned them rather than, I'd better start ACTING like one!
He paused. Of course, it would be much EASIER to just go get the rest of the arsenal that I already have--the one in the basement at home...but...what if my mom recognises me?
"What if she DOES?" Negaduck said to himself, aloud, pausing underneath a burned-out street-light. "No, wait...what if I don't show up there as Negaduck at all? I can take this costume off, hide it in a trash can, and go back to my normal life! Negaduck would be this mysterious character who showed up out of nowhere and disappeared the same way, an unsolved mystery. I could just go back to being Drake Mallard again, and nobody would be any the wiser..." Of their own accord, his hands reached up for the knot at the back of his mask.
And then what? countered the more cynical part of his brain. Go back to a life of what, exactly? Parents who nag at you and call you a lazy bum all the time? Your grades are barely good enough to graduate, so you'll never get a scholarship for a GOOD college--and your family isn't rich enough to send you to a good one at normal tuition prices. The best you can hope for is a lowly associates degree from some community-college type place, which will leave you able to get nothing but menial jobs such as flipping burgers or sweeping floors--for the rest of your life. Do you really want THAT? Of course you don't!
Then his ego chimed in with: You know you're smarter than that! You know you're BETTER than that! You deserve a life of ease and luxury, and if you can't get it by LEGAL means, well...
Negaduck kept his hands where they were...but tightened the knot on his mask, rather than loosening it.
"As of this night," he murmured, staring into the darkness ahead, "Drake Mallard is dead. I..AM...Negaduck."
Megavolt finally managed to struggle free. He had no idea how long he'd been out, but it was now jet black outside. Was it the same night? The next night? There was no way to tell. Dizzily, the dazed new superhero staggered out into the night, heading for...wait, where was home again? He still couldn't remember his own name!
"I...I can't live among normal people anymore," he murmured to himself, remembering how he tended to set things on fire or electrocute them when he wasn't wearing rubber. "I...I'd hurt them. I have to...find someplace...nobody else will want to go..."
Megavolt stumbled down the streets, not heading anywhere in particular, ignoring the stares of the few other people who were out this late. He did make quite a sight--the colourful costume, the huge hairdo, the cuts and tears in the outfit from his battle, the plaster dust in his hair, and the huge red smear all over everything from the punch. But he didn't care. He just had to find somewhere to go...somewhere away from Negaduck...where he could recover, regroup, and recharge.
I don't know what I was thinking with that stupid speech I made before attacking, he thought, looking back on the prom night, ruefully. That kind of entrance is just not me... What made me think I could be a hero anyway? Look how I messed up my very first battle--I was trying to save the school, and I completely failed! I don't think I'm cut out for this...
Something broke inside the young mutant, as the events of the last day finally got to be too much for him. He fell to his knees in the street and cried.
"You all right, kid?" came a voice above him. Megavolt looked up through tear-streaked goggles to see an old man in raggedy clothes staring down with concern. From the look of him, he was one of the city's many, many homeless people. St. Canard's government was so controlled by the organised crime rackets that they didn't have much money to spend on helping out the poor, or any other civic improvement projects either--most of the city's yearly budget went towards protection money. The old man held out his hand.
"I...I'll be fine..." gulped Megavolt, taking the hand and struggling to his feet.
The man held an open packet of cigarrettes towards him. "I got a light, too, if you want. A good smoke always does wonders to calm me down."
"No, thank you," said Megavolt politely, waving the packet away. "I don't smoke. But thank you for thinking about me." He started to walk down the street again.
"Well, I'll be right here if you change your mind!" the old man called back. "Hope things get better, sonny!"
Megavolt continued to wander, but something the man had said was nagging at his brain. "A light", he said... thought the young rat, as he turned onto a side-street. Light...That's IT! He snapped his fingers. The abandoned lighthouse on Beeker's Point! Nobody'll bother me there...and it should be liveable--after all, the lighthouse keepers used to live there themselves...
Having made his decision, he headed for the lighthouse...and the beginning of his lonely new life.
A few days later, as Megavolt stood looking out the window at the bay, a piece of paper came floating up into the opposite window. Hearing the rustling from behind him, he turned around and rushed over to grab the paper before it could fly away again. It was a page from the St. Canard Gazette. He stared at it as he saw something familiar...his own face!
"Heroic Mutant Saves Students from Maniac!" he read aloud, and went on to read the rest of the article. It was dated from a couple of days ago. "St. Canard High was blown up last night, during the school's senior prom. The students did indeed have a night to remember, although not the memories they WANTED to take home with them, as a crazed young man calling himself 'Negaduck' showed up with a huge arsenal of weapons and proceeded to start ripping the place apart. However, the students might never have been able to remember anything again, had it not been for--" and here Megavolt gave a little smile "--another strange new character, this one a young rodent man calling himself 'Megavolt'. Despite his odd appearance he turned out to be a real hero, as he used amazing electrical powers to distract Negaduck long enough for the other students to escape."
"I wasn't trying for that at the time, I was just trying to stop Negaduck," said Megavolt aloud, but continued reading.
"Nobody knows how the fight went after that, but a few pictures from the beginning of it were taken by Terrence Hawkeye (pictures above), the school's yearbook photographer, who had his camera with him at the time. Most of the students at the prom have since been accounted for, except for two--Drake Mallard, and Elmo Sputterspark, both age 17." (The article then showed their yearbook pictures, which had been taken a little earlier in the year). "If any of our readers have seen either of these two young men, please contact the police immediately. Negaduck and Megavolt have both been missing since the explosion as well. It is unknown whether either of them survived the blast."
We both did... thought Megavolt, I mean, all "four" of us did--but we're lying low at the moment.
Megavolt looked at the picture of Elmo Sputterspark again, more carefully this time. Wait, that guy looks familiar...is that...it can't be...that's ME!! He rubbed his eyes with his gloved hands to make sure he was seeing right, and looked again. It IS me! That's my real name! Elmo Sputterspark!
But... he continued sadly, putting the newspaper page down, I might as well continue being Megavolt. After all, I can hardly live Elmo Sputterspark's life anymore...
But he kept the paper.
And from then on, whenever he was feeling especially down, he would pull the article out, read it again, and smile.
...It also came in handy whenever he wanted to remember his real name.
"And that's the story," concluded Megavolt. "That's how the school got destroyed, how I got the way I am today, and also, how Negaduck got started."
"If you know Negaduck is actually Drake Mallard, shouldn't you tell somebody?" asked Quackerjack.
"To what point?" shrugged Megavolt. "It doesn't matter who Negaduck WAS. What matters is who he IS--the despotic, manically violent dictator of St. Canard. I don't think anybody'll CARE about his real name, now..."
"Well, the important thing now is to go to that reunion and make sure he doesn't try to blow up Duckburg High as well." burbled the Liquidator, making a dramatic gesture with a hand-shaped pseudopod of water held high.
"Yeah." said Megavolt, standing up. "Yeah! That's it! I'll face him again, and THIS time...I'll do it RIGHT!"
"You mean, WE'LL do it right." said Bushroot, coming forward to stand with his arm around Megavolt's shoulder. "Because we're going with you."
"That's right!" said Quackerjack, coming forward to put his arm around Megavolt's other shoulder. "This time, he'll have to face the entire Friendly Four!"
"Awww, you guys..."
"Can I come too?" asked Gosalyn, interested.
"No, it'll be too dangerous for you, I'm afraid." said Bushroot, bending down to look her in the eye. "You just stay here, okay, pumpkin? And since you're such a good girl, you can watch a movie on cable, if you want, and eat any snacks you like."
"Oh...kay..." said Gosalyn, sounding sad.
The Four exchanged glances.
"Oh, heck, let her come." said the Liquidator. "I'm sure she won't be a problem."
"Hey, look, it's Megavolt again!" crowed a familiar voice. Megavolt looked up to see Hamm String and his wife, Prina Lott (who had kept her maiden name). Despite being 20 years older, they hadn't changed much.
"Have you come here to thwart evil again, Megavolt?" asked Prina, fascinated. "It's been FOREVER since I saw you in action that one time."
"You got it!" said Megavolt, with more self-assurance than he actually felt. I hope I do better than LAST time, he thought sadly. Darkwing Duck had done much to boost the confidence of the Friendly Four during his brief visit to their version of St. Canard, but Megavolt had thought of himself as a failure for almost 20 years now and old habits were hard to break.
"And WE'LL be here to fight Negaduck right alongside him!" said the Liquidator, coming forwards to stand near Megavolt--but not putting his arm around the rat's shoulder, as obviously that would be a bad idea.
"Oooh, this oughta be good!" squeaked Maria Swandive.
Negaduck strolled down the street towards the "Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice" bakery. This is going to be SWEET, he thought maliciously, licking his chops at the thought of the carnage to come and I DON'T mean the giant birthday cake I'm about to leap into! He opened the door of the bakery with a loud slam, causing the little bell on top to fall off and clang on the floor.
"Can I help you, si--NEGADUCK!!" quavered the balding duck behind the counter, and leapt behind it. "Er...take whatever you want...compliments of the house!" Negaduck ignored him and headed for the back room.
Where is that cake with the portal to the Negaverse...? he thought, looking around the place. It's gotta be here some-- "AACCK!!" he yelled, furious.
The platform where the cake used to be was still there..but the cake itself was nowhere in sight. Of course...I remember now... When that goody two-shoes Darkwing Duck came through here, he pulled the Universal Plug--closing the gateway! I'm lucky I managed to make it back here, instead of being lost forever in oblivion! "DARKWING, YOU...YOU...YOU!!!!" he raged, shaking his fists at the heavens. "A perfect chance for destruction, and YOU had to ruin it!"
Well, the clerk DID say I could have anything I want. Negaduck smiled, as he realised the day didn't have to be a total loss... He reached into the pocket of his yellow blazer for one of his favourite grenades. And what I want...is to turn this place into a pile of FIERY ASH!
The clerk barely managed to run out into the street before the roof fell in.
"Oh, geez, it's been SIX HOURS and he still hasn't come," groaned Megavolt, who was getting very tired of standing in his Official Vigilant Hero position. Everybody else was tired too, most of the other guests had gone home, and the band had run out of songs to play and were now standing around the punch-bowl. "I don't think he's gonna be here..."
Bushroot picked up Gosalyn, who had fallen asleep on the stage long ago. "Yeah, I think you're right," he agreed.
"I say we just finish up these hors d'ouevres and call it a night." said Quackerjack.
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Written (in one day, save revisions) by Tiffany J. Knox, April 1, 2004.
(No, that doesn't mean it's an April Fool's story, that just happens to be when I felt like writing it. By the way, what's WITH me and writing Darkwing fanfics all in one day, anyway? :P)
All rights reserved, yada yada yada. All characters in this story (except for Herman Spoonbill, Moe Bernard, Maria Swandive and Terrence Hawkeye) are (c) Disney or at least based off of characters that are (c) Disney. Any resemblance to any actual people in this story, living, dead, or undead (if you don't know which you are, ASK!) is purely coincidental, except for when it's not. Your own personal mileage may vary. Offer not valid in the state of Calisota. May contain nuts.
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