Ducks with hockeysticks lined the streets, each feathered soldier eyed the dwindling crowds. As afternoon faded into night the heroes of The City sat huddled in Arthur's apartment.

Arthur placed a bowl of chips on the table, "If you were able to bring Proto-Clown into the mix, why didn't you use him against the ducks?"

"That was poor judgement on my part." Die Fledermaus muttered glancing out the window at the Civic Minded Five trying to subdue Proto-Clown under the careful watch of a number of feathered sentries.

"The Duck's have declared Martial Law in The City." Mayor Blank said on the television, "The Tick has been sent into space. All in all, I would say things are not so great." he chuckled.

"That was Mayor Blank on the Duck invasion. On a lighter note, before we flee and while the Tick is in space floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee, let us look back on The Beatles..." Arthur cut off the TV the mulptiple allusions to insects made is head spin.

MEANWHILE

In the deep dark expanse of space The Tick flew towards the Ducks home planet. A burning sensation similar to what one would experience if they were standing in an oven with a rising soufle overcame the Tick. Seeing Duckopolis Alpha in the distance a fireball surrounded him.

"The great blue crusader enters the atmosphere of the strange planet not sure of his future but ready to combat all forces of evilness and 'Baditude'" The Tick's antennae moved as if typing on a computer, "Soon the Frosties will meet their match, soon they will no the greatness of The City's Champion, soon they will do battle with one of Earth's mightiest defenders. Soon they will face The Tick! Nifty narrations eh?"

Crashing the heat faded into cold. A gooey, slimy cold.

"Good gravy! I've landed on ice cream" The Tick sat atop on of the Frostie Footsoldiers. "One down, who knows how many to go! Ain't 'Superhero-y' grand?" He dusted the ice cream off and took a bite out of the waffle cone he had crushed.

"Intruder!" a phalanx of Frosties spotted the Tick, when the spoke Ice crystals floated in front of their faces.

With a lick of his lips the Tick hurled into action,"Ice Cream Men! What madness!" the Tick slurped at the evil frozen delicacy.

"The Horror!" one of the soldiers ran as Tick munched on the Ice Cream.

"Hngry though I am I cannot keep eating soldiers! It is unbecoming!" the Tick shouted. Grabbing one of the soldiers by the leg he hurled him off the planet. "Yes this works nicely." he thought as he flung one cone after the other. Walking across the planet while flinging ice cream, the Tick grew bored. "Gee I hope the head of the Ice Cream Cones provides more of a challenge. As if the Blizzard had heard him and responded in turn by placing his palace closer, the Tick reached the Ice Cream Palace.

"Blizzard, I am the Tick! Come out a meet me! Because I am the Tick! By the way I'm the Tick." he shouted.

The palace shook and rose off its foundation to stand on large legs. The Ice Cream Palace was in fact not a palace but the Blizzard himself. He was a large cup with soft frostie Ice Cream loaded with all kinds of candies and treats.

"Groovy stuff, chum." The Tick said as if Arthur were right beside him. Grabbing an Ice Cream Cone and using as a megaphone he shouted, "Leave this place peacefully or face The Tick!"

A spray of Ice Cream answered the Tick who leaped out of the way.

"Thank heavens, what a bountiful villain I have been accorded." the Tick grabbed the Blizzards knee and squeezed.

"No one hurts the great Blizzard. No one can conquer the Blizzard."

"Must have a neopolitan complex." the Tick climbed to the stomach of the Blizzard. "Must eat Ice Cream, or the planet will flood." He shivered at the thought of the ducks living in a see of vanilla and chocolate. "Why are you doing this?" the Tick wanted to give him one last chance.

"We are Frosties, conquers of worlds! This is what we do!" the Blizzard flicked the Tick into the air.

"Not on my great blue watch!" the Tick shouted from above. He aimed for the delicious ice cream and landed on a large red candy. "Time to meet your make not Blue Bell, but the great Blue Bug of Justice: The Tick!"

With one large gulp the Tick finished the Blizzard's long reign over Duckopolis. Sitting in the empty cup that was one the Blizzard the Tick muttered, "I know it looks like I killed him but don't worry he's still alive. Don't ask me how that just how these things work. Before returning to Earth he took a long nap free of ice cream and ducks.

LATER THAT DAY.

Back home the Tick and Arthur saw the last of the Duck's head for their home planet, "You're welcome to visit anytime."

"Yes, my little chum is right, any time you want you may return, my feathered friends." the Tick said, "Just don't try to take over."

"Yes, I must thank you for your kindness and understanding." the Bristish duck said and pointed the jamaican fowl, "Toussaint has opted to stay. He met a nice Earth duck."

Toussaint the Jamaican Duck grinned and waddled into the distance.

As the Duck's left the Tick hugged Arthur, "I think we've learned a great lesson, behind every great man is a great woman, and behind every duck is an army of evil ice cream cones! Or something like that" he shrugged.

"Where do think the Frosties ended up, Tick?"

"Hmmm..."

IN ELSEWHERE

An army of Ice Cream Cones surrounded the heroes of Elsewhere who were gathered in the center of Elsewhere.

"What are you doing?"

"We the Frosties are now taking over the city of Elsewhere!"

"Maybe we should helped the Tick." one of the heroes sighed.

"Kind of anti-climatic don't you think?" Marvelous Guy sighed.

THE END