Steerminator

Meanwhile, Darkwing is apparently off on a case for SHUSH, a bumpy one at that; but it doesn't stop his usual verbal, one-sided dialogue. It ends in a loud "HEY!" as we see why Darkwing's ride is so bumpy, the duck bounced in his wheelchair as Launchpad hits a rock. Both of the crimefighter's legs are encased in casts, an obviously painful injury as Darkwing ends up sniping at his partner for hitting so many rocks along the way. When Launchpad stops the wheelchair feeling his own hurt, Darkwing apologizes. "Oh, I'm sorry, Launchpad. It's just...if it weren't for that stupid skiing accident, I wouldn't be sitting in this thing!" He folds his arms, assuming his usual 'angry pout' expression.
"Well, I told you that things got rough at those ski shops. You're lucky only your legs were broken," Launchpad explains as he continues pushing the wheelchair. Wherever they are, it's certainly desolate, rocky, and tenuous.

Three armed Eggmen are standing guard outside a rocky doorway, a strange, cone-shaped thing that's (un)fortunate enough to be on a peninsula of rock. The viewpoint is from Darkwing's binoculars, and he confirms it as 'the entrance.' "Three guards, probably backed by video surveillance." As the obvious has now been stated, he can safely go off on one of his normal, but mild, ego trips. "Now you're going to see how a real hero turns every disadvantage into an asset!" he assures Launchpad, swirling his pointer finger to the sky for emphasis. His sidekick, as usual, doesn't look overly excited about the prospect.
Back to the Eggmen, standing guard as stoically as they possibly can. But all three whip around, guns aiming as someone calls out a greeting, and a snack vendor with an oddly shaped table comes into view on the land bridge connecting doorway to mountain. "Whoa, hold your fire! I'm just the guy from the snack wagon!" Ah, but it's Launchpad, cleverly disguised in a blue and yellow striped shirt, a similarly colored sailor hat, and a blue apron. Darkwing is noticeably absent, and he wheels the table up onto the outcropping, telling them of the special. "Today, we've got a neat two-for-nothing special on...snookydoodles!"
The Eggmen, being the dense soldiers they are, immediately ignore the 'snookydoodles' and yank away a bowl of nuts. So engrossed are they in the prospect of food that they don't notice that the bowl is rather difficult to yank off; Darkwing's head was hiding in it. But the bowl is yanked away, and hero and sidekick push their way past without a problem as the Eggmen fight over sharing the nuts.

Inside, switches and levers are being thrown, machines whirring up, blood running through tubes, electricity sparking. The mask seen earlier is lowered onto the head of the 'subject,' a view seen from the back; the person is still anonymous. But then, we see the mechanical arm, now attached to the body, slowly lift, the claw-grabber (think of the toy-grabbing machines at arcades) slowly opening and closing. Whoever it is, they're wearing the top half of a business suit on a noticeably big body, their waist strapped to the table by a belt of metal. Steelbeak and his Eggmen are watching with glee from a control booth as the eyes - one mechanical and jutting out from the mask, the other normal - open.
"Your confusion is understandable. You were severely injured in an explosion." The voice of that one leader of F.O.W.L. is recognizable in the background as we finally see whom the 'subject' is; a placid-faced Taurus Bulba. His head turns away from the flexing of his mechanical hand to spy the video screen, several Eggmen standing before it. Steelbeak, being his usual self, skids over as well, looking supremely happy. "We have rebuilt you, stronger, better than before! Your weaponry is capable of destroying entire armies. You will be our ultimate agent!" Being the smallest of the three, the man is doing a rather enthusiastic bobbing motion to his words; Taurus still looks unimpressed. Steelbeak's too busy mocking him and assuring himself that he's not jealous.
The man continues, either not hearing Steelbeak, or, most likely, not caring. "Welcome, to the Fiendish Organization for World Larceny...Agent, Taurus Bulba!" Taurus has snapped his metal belt by this point, dropping to stand upright, testing both arms; neither escaped metal replacements, the other arm still whole, but with a weapon built around his wrist. His shoulders boast huge metal circlets, his body from the waist down encased in red steel. An ultimate agent, indeed.

Amazingly, no one hears Darkwing's rather loud gasp of shock. He and Launchpad have been watching the whole thing, apparently, perched up on a high rocky ledge, safe from sight. "Taurus Bulba!? I thought he was dead...!"
"Boy, he must have one heck of a mechanic!" Launchpad adds as he leans over to continue watching.
Just as Darkwing is master of the egotistical rant, so is Bulba. He starts a spiel about how he's apparently expected to show F.O.W.L. gratitude for fixing him and giving him a whole set of new toys while stalking to the monitor. No machinery in his path is safe from his newfound strength, and several pieces go flying from his path. More than anything, he's mad about the organization not asking his permission to splice and dice him, and as he scares off two Eggmen in a trembling trio, he blasts the ground out from beneath the third. "Ahh...I think we might have a slight problemo, here!" Steelbeak gulps nervously, sweat flying. Behind him, the monitor is displaying three rather unfazed leaders as Bulba comes right up to the steel-mouthed agent.
"So what if I must drink motor oil cocktails the rest of my LIFE?" The last word is accented heavily, blowing Steelbeak's red comb back. Steelbeak doesn't too happy.
"Oh boy." A vast understatement as Bulba blasts Steelbeak with one of his mask's weapons, leaving the agent blackened and in nothing but an undershirt and boxers. He scrambles out of the half-bull, half-robot's path as fast as he can as Bulba comes up to the monitor to continue his taunting rants. Up above, Darkwing and Launchpad are exchanging rather worried glances, especially since Bulba is flattering himself, having the "honor of being the chief agent of F.O.W.L."
The bull turns away then, starting his own trademark laugh, his clawed hand disappearing to allow a small rocket launcher to pop up. "Heheh...I think...NOT." He blasts the monitor away, the three onscreen looking shocked for a moment before being shattered into oblivion. "Taurus Bulba works for no one but himself!" Blasts are sent flying as he begins destroying the cave, a lab wall blown in, several agents shot at; one dives behind a small stool of rock. It in itself is blasted away, revealing THREE Eggmen hiding behind it, posing to the near-exact shape of the rock to keep hidden. Another blast at two other Eggmen blow away a section of wall, revealing a tunnel, but unfortunately, the inner destruction doesn't stop there; stalactites are falling by the dozens from noise and movement. He's not about to quit, either.

Back up above, the shaking isn't just moving the stalactites as Darkwing's wheelchair starts its own backward roll down the incline. Launchpad jumps, his shouts of "I'm coming DW!" thankfully unheard over the ruckus as he runs to save his boss. But a stalagmite stops Darkwing, albeit painfully, and as Launchpad dives, he smashes into the footstool, catapulting DW into the air.
Meanwhile, down at ground zero, Steelbeak (still underclothed and dusty grey) and an Eggman are hiding beneath a fallen hunk of steel, shaking. Steelbeak glances over at his current hiding partner, exclaiming, "This guy's worse than Darkwing Duck!"
"What? Darkwing Duck? He's alive?" Bulba rages, turning around, just in time to miss an airborne DW go flying by like a purple rocket, wailing as he goes. The bull robot yanks Steelbeak out and up by his meager shirt, shaking the terrified agent. "Where is he? I want that miserable, overbearing, self-promoting...!" His face turns red as electricity arcs over his body, which then freezes into a mildly patriotic position, steam shooting from his helmet. Steelbeak yanks himself loose, commenting that the bull must have overheated his circuits as he hits the floor, showing off his drumstick decorated boxers. And in true ironic fashion, the moment he finished verbally wondering how long the bull will be shut down, Bulba moves again, smiling as all good villains can. Apparently, it wasn't long enough, and the agent gulps as Bulba promises to deal with Steelbeak later. He has to go kill Darkwing, after all, and he stomps off.
Thankfully, he doesn't see the caped hero lying prone beneath a hunk of machinery, but as DW rises, HE sees Bulba, and shoots back down. Unfortunately, both his legs are out in the open, and the rather large bull ends up stomping on both. Darkwing can barely hold back his screams of pain as Bulba blasts open a new entrance, stalking out. Steelbeak, on the other hand, has found a barrel and has tied it over his scantily dressed body, looking at some of his Eggmen. "You know, I always found this place WAY too drafty, you know what I mean? Uh, let's relocate to our secret place in Miami!"

The chairs at Drake Mallard's house spin. Hero and sidekick are home, Launchpad comfy in his chair, Darkwing sent flying, still in his wheelchair; apparently, the device isn't wheelchair accessible. Darkwing ends up upside down against the wall, wheels still spinning. "I think the system can still use a bit of fine tuning," he grumbles. Launchpad rushes over to right him, looking slightly doleful.
"It looks like Taurus Bulba's new computer brain has the same old disposition," he points out; after all, he was there when Bulba tried to use the Ramrod. Darkwing just slid down in the wheelchair.
"And it didn't hurt his memory of me either. If he remembers Gosalyn, he'll use her to get to me!"
Right as he says this, Gosalyn walks by bouncing a soccer ball. "Morning dad, rough night at the office?" Her father nearly bugs his eyes out, zipping his wheelchair around to stop her, demanding to know where she's going. Soccer practice, seeing as it's Saturday.
"Well, uh, you can't go outside and 'soc' today! It's, um, I mean, uh, you're grounded!" he finally spits out, desperate for a reason to keep her home. Gosalyn is shocked, as for once, she didn't do anything to deserve it.
"GrouNded? What for?" she asks, looking at him suspiciously.
"Um, for not picking up your room!" That cinches it; now Gos knows something's up.
"I never pick up my room!" She swings her fist around, holding the ball under her other arm before waving her hand at him. "You're going to have to do better than THAT!" Darkwing just assumes his air of superiority.
"I don't have to, I'm a parent." Gosalyn's not too happy, and stalks off to the stairs to go to her room. Realizing she was angry, he tries to soothe her by telling her it was for her own good, to which she responds that she'll be waiting for her "bread and water" upstairs.
Launchpad feels sorry for her, but Darkwing says he refuses to feel guilty. He doesn't want Gosalyn out where Bulba could find her and hurt her, and he doesn't want her nearly killed again just because of him.

Later that night at Audubon Bay Bridge, DW's hideout being in one of the towers, the hero doesn't sound too happy. "Laaunchpad, by the time you finish it'll be time to remove these caaasts!" His sidekick points out that being hasty can cause accidents, and DW's already had his share of them.
Darkwing looks rather annoyed that Launchpad's right. "I hate it when he makes sense."
Up on the computer platform, the massive screen buzzes to life, J. Gander Hooter calling out for Darkwing, who zips over. Unfortunately, there's only a ladder to get up. "Not exactly designed for the physically challenged," he grouses, pulling out his gas gun. A plunger is shot up, sticking right over J. Gander's televised nose, much to his mild bafflement. Darkwing flutters his eyelids before he shoots up himself, landing in his chair, bandaged legs crossed on the console. "Yep...what can I do for you, J. Gander?"
"Ah, Darkwing, have you received the SHUSH equipment you ordered?" the spectacled man asks, Darkwing looking pleased.
"Oh yes, Launchpad has been assembling it..." and at this, he turned in the pilot's general direction, "for the last nine HOURS!"
J. Gander, apparently a bit worried about the duck, suggests some SHUSH backup, since DW is so hampered. Darkwing simply assures the man, pointing out that's why he has all his new equipment, salutes, and cuts the connection. By some fun twist of logic, he's down into his wheelchair and rolling over just as Launchpad finishes spraypainting DW's new toy. "Almost finished, DW. As soon as the paint dries, she'll be ready to roll!"
"No time, LP!" Darkwing rolls over, wheelchair run into the edge of the platform, flipping the duck into the small machine's seat. He lifts his arms with a triumphant "Yes!"
"Aww, you're gonna smudge it!"

In the Mallard household, Gos is not only grounded, her door is nailed shut and covered in barbed wire. Within, Gos and Honker are trying to figure out why exactly she's been grounded so severely, seemingly without reason. "But dad's NEVER grounded me without a reason before!"
"Gee, Gosalyn...maybe he found out about that sewer gas incident in the boy's locker room," Honker adds helpfully, holding a rope of tied-up handkerchiefs...or at least, very, very small sheets, the end of it disappearing out the open window.
"Nah, it's too soon." Gosalyn's pacing around her room, trying to grasp just what's going on.
"Um, the UFO hoax at the convent?"
"No way, I wore gloves!"
That seems to cinch it. "Well, if you don't count those things...then you've almost been good." Gosalyn, having a knack for twisting things to make their own surreal sense, decides her dad is grounding her for being GOOD instead of bad for a change. Honker, unsurprisingly, is confused.
"Reverse psychology! He must have something he doesn't want me to see...pretty crafty, even for dad." This finally realized, she climbs out the window, stating that she's not staying cooped up if she didn't do anything. Honker ends up holding the end of the laundry rope.

At the Tower, Darkwing is trying to 'subtlety' drop a hint to Launchpad to build an access ramp in the Thunderquack as Launchpad has to carry and set him into it. He's dropped with a loud crash into the seat as Launchpad happily says he doesn't mind; builds biceps, all that carrying, especially considering it's both duck and chair.
Darkwing's still struggling to sit upright as Launchpad hops in, closing the roof of the plane...only to hear DW start crying "Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Launchpad had closed the top on one of his feet, the entire leg and cast throbbing red. "My foooot," Darkwing moans piteously. Launchpad opens it back up, apologizing. Darkwing just shoots back that the incident proves he should be using the Hoverquack, his new toy.
"Uh uh, THIS time you're going to let the paint dry!" his sidekick says, closing the Thunderquack up once more. As the plane moves downward to its exit ramp, he adds, "And while I'm telling you what I think, I think you should've told Gosalyn the truth."
"Hey, hey, hey! I ALWAYS tell the truth, even if I have to lie to do it!" DW snaps back, the Thunderquack shooting out from the water beneath the bridge. Then he added, albeit quietly, that if he had told Gosalyn, she'd want to come along. As they zoom from the bridge, he notes that she's safe from Bulba at home, just as Gosalyn and Honker skateboard and bike out from the bridge, heading into the city.

The Hoverquack is sitting on its own as Gosalyn peeps up from the spiral staircase, looking for the adults. She assures Honker no one's there before hopping up; then she sees the machine. "Keeen gear!" Over she runs, rubbing her hands together with a gleefully malicious look. "Look at this! My own assault vehicle!"
"Um, what makes you think it's yours?" Honker, ever the voice of reason. Gosalyn is already in the seat, however, holding onto the stick.
"Because, it's almost my birthday."
"Not for three months," he points out, his friend's tail wriggling in the air as she digs in the seat.
"So dad shops early! Look, he even gave me my very own gas gun!" she croons, popping up with the paint sprayer and a helmet on. A test shot is pulled, only for her to yelp as Honker is sprayed in purple paint, his mouth wide open in shock. Why would she need such a stupid thing?
A helmet collides with Honker's midsection as Gosalyn whips it to him, anxious to try it out. She glares at him, telling him to be mindful of his paint, before turning to fiddle with the controls. A finger poises itself. "Let's pick a color....!"
"Um, maybe there's an instruction manual somewhere," Honker cuts in, not wanting to have a mishap. Gosalyn looks aggrieved.
"HonKER, instructions are for weenies! Fasten your safety belts," she punched a button, "'cuz away we gooOOOoo!"

"Nothing, nada, zip, a big fat zero!" The results of Darkwing and Launchpad's search. Bulba needs to be drawn out, DW notes, so they need to do something that he'll notice.
"Okie dokie!" The Thunderquack starts an even-crazier flying circle around St. Canard, Darkwing yelping and yipping as Launchpad skims the side of the skyscrapers, barrel rolling and spinning the plane about. This was apparently not what DW had in mind, but Bulba notices it anyway through his robotic eye, musing on the fact "the duck" obviously wants his attention. But it wasn't enough to hold his interest for his usually long-winded tirades, and he turned to the very thing that continued to plague him; the bridge.
"Now..what IS it about that infernal bridge that dogs me....?" His eye telescoped out to focus on it, his memories filtering back; the ship he had hovering just beside the bridge, a little redheaded gosling and a costumed duck inside, Bulba's bird flying in and bringing the girl out in his claws. He remembered, finally, and realized he had a time and place to destroy Darkwing, a thought that led to slow, musing laughter as he slowly lowered downwards into the ground via an elevator platform. Water was rushing by the side of the rock as he disappeared.

The twilight before dawn. Colored explosions are going off on the bridge as the Hovercraft shoots out, running down one of the cables. "Gosalyn...can we stop now?" Honker's turning purple with nausea as Gosalyn wrestles with the stick.
"Come on, Honk, I'm just getting the hang of it...!"
It was was cut short by a sudden blast, the small vehicle knocked off the cable and to the road, spinning madly before finally stopping. Both are left dizzy for a minute, until a slow voice snaps them to attention: "Hello...Gos-a-lyn." The two gasp, Bulba striding up. "I meant to stay in touch...but things got out of...hand." He lifted his clawed arm at this, clenching it in a spark of electricity.
"What'd we do now, Gosalyn?" Honker asks, only to find Gosalyn staring blankly ahead. "Gosalyn!" Left on his own for a minute, and with Bulba approaching, Honker hits a green button, sending the machine flying past Bulba and leaving him spinning.
Bulba isn't too amused by kids making a fool out of him and starts shooting. Honker is speeding as fast as he can in the opposite direction until Gosalyn, apparently over her shock, takes control and goes back. Honker's understandably confused and worried about this, something which isn't helped by Gosalyn's attack; she hits a button which ends up shooting off rockets that send them flying back into the road. "Second time's the charm," she mumbles, hitting another. A huge ball flies out this time, Bulba swinging his fist and connecting...
....only to be showered with confetti. "How festive!" he snorts in amusement.
"Confetti?" Even Honker looks irate at that one. Gosalyn keeps pushing buttons.
"You know dad, always prepared for a parade...there's gotta be a real weapon in here somewhere!" She keeps pushing at random, the Hoverquack finally shaking, shooting up, and landing back on the street in a mad spin. Lasers shoot at random, one hitting Bulba in a blast of smoke. He ends up on his stomach, looking none-too-amused.
"I am not...having fun...anymore..." And, since Gos and Honker have stilled themselves from dizziness, he takes the opportunity to snag them both.
But it's not a clear break by a longshot, as the Thunderquack comes zooming in. "So, Darkwing wants to play," Bulba muses, shaking the two kids. "For your sake, I hope he's insured!" Rather appropriate as Darkwing drops from the plane, his cape used as an impromptu parachute, helmet on his head. Landing in the seat almost perfectly for a recently crippled hero, he straps himself in.
"Touchdown! And now to barbecue some bull." He zips the very short distance over to Bulba, only now seeing Gos and Honk in the man's clutches. A shiver runs through him at the sight, Bulba starting another of his speeches.
"....I was beginning to think you were...buck, buck, buck...chicken," he taunted, throwing Gosalyn and Honker to the road behind him.
As if this could phase the terror of the night. "Prepare to meet your programmer, you computerized cow!" Darkwing hits a button, only for one of his launchers to sputter, cough up some smoke, and collapse; no ammo left. Bulba's cannon launcher at point-blank doesn't help any, and he executes a maneuver fast enough to get away before being roasted. The bull simply blasts at him with his various launchers and lasers, the Hoverquack jumping over a ball of blue energy. "Enough's enough, beef jerky! I'm giving you everything I have!" Then, after a furious round of button pushing, he realizes: "Which, happens to be nothing...time for a tactical retreat!" he yelps, zipping away like a mad duck.
Bulba's not letting him off that easily, and taunts him as he ends up connecting with a shot; the Hoverquack disappears in an explosion. Gosalyn's scream of "DAD!" goes unheard by Bulba amazingly, and as a piece of machinery bounces by, both kids run to the spot...to find him dangling by a broken piece of metal from the underbelly of the bridge. He looks up to see his nemesis holding Honker and Gos again, the latter trying to swing her fists at the massive bull.
"It seems, no matter WHAT I do...you keep hanging around," he said, looking quite amused at the dangling hero.
"Leave them alone!" Darkwing yells, flailing about, before grabbing his cape; it's the very thing holding him from possible death. "I'll...I'll do anything you want," he added, dejected. Bulba finds this even more amusing, saying he doesn't yet know what he wants...and that he'll let him know when he does. That said, he stomps off laughing, dragging two flailing kids on the ground behind him, and leaving a chagrined Darkwing hanging beneath the bridge.

"Did you see his face? Absolutely tragic!" Bulba was apparently enjoying himself, his amused tirade spoken to the two kids he had dragged off, both in a cage above his head. "'Leave them alone, I'll do anything you want.'! Such a simpering, spineless fool...so easy to torture. But he certainly takes an interest in the two of you," he added. "What do you know about Darkwing Duck?"
Both children exchanged looks. "Darkwing who?" Gosalyn grumbled, glaring at the bull. Apparently a wrong answer, Bulba's claw hand shooting out, circling slowly, then grabbing the cage. He pulled them down to eye level.
"Ah, yes...Gos-a-lyn. You were the one with SPIRIT, heh, heh...THIS IS NO GAME, LITTLE GIRL!" he snapped, both children sent flying into the farthest corner, huddling together in fear. The bars were bent apart as he pulled, his head leaning in. "Because of that meddler, I am more metal and machine, than flesh...and...blood!" He leaned in further, sparks starting to go off around his head. "This...is...no...GAME!" The lone good eye he had swirled in a crazed bulls'eye before he suddenly calmed, pulling Gosalyn out. He wanted to know just why they had been fooling around with Darkwing's equipment.
"I, I, I, uh..." Gosalyn was too speechless from Bulba's spontaneous mood-switching to think up a good response, which left Honker to do so.
"He, uh, hired us to write his biography!" he said, leaning against the bent bars. Gosalyn nodded quickly.
"Uh, uh, yeah, we were..cheap!" That seemed to mollify Bulba, and he threw Gosalyn back in the cage, bending the bars in place.
"Yes, that sounds like the egotistical baffoon...and there's always a market for joke books."

Over the river, meanwhile, the Thunderquack was zooming along, a spotlight zipping here and there. Apparently Darkwing knew Bulba had a hideout by the river, but couldn't remember the exact location. Even with night vision goggles - the source of the spotlight - he couldn't see a thing, accidentally blinding Launchpad as he turned to tell the pilot that very thing. But he got over it quickly, only for DW to drop into his dramatic depression, blaming himself for not telling Gosalyn and getting her into this mess. She just wasn't staying with Bulba for long; Darkwing promised it.
"Is that cloud-seeding stuff ready, LP?" Launchpad verified it; apparently, DW planned to draw him into the open and have his partner create some rain, rusting Bulba down.
"Um, don't you have to find his hideout first?" Launchpad asked, blunt as always. DW sighed at that, knowing that was the biggest problem.
"Well," he sighed again. "We're just going to have to trust Gosalyn to...think of something."
And as luck would have it, she was at that very moment. Both kids were sitting back to back in the cage, chin in hands, either bored or thinking. "Honker, take off your clothes!" That sufficiently shocked her friend, but he handed her his shirt and backpack after she repeated it. "I just hope this paint's still wet," she muttered, stuffing shirt into pack. She swung the pack by its straps, letting it go flying outwards; it caught onto a branch just outside the main opening, snapped that branch, then caught another below it. Purple paint went gushing down from the water, showing Darkwing Bulba's exact location: the waterfalls.

Darkwing was turning his goggles on again as Launchpad asked if he saw anything yet.
"Nah, just a few bottles, some seaweed, and some purple paint....HEY! Follow that paint!"

The Thunderquack zoomed up to the waterfall, its beak parting to show Darkwing, still in the wheelchair, sitting in the mouth. As they came closer, he dropped out, momentum carrying him through the waterfall (which hid the entrance), and into Bulba, cutting him off in the middle of a taunting speech about DW's apparent need to keep the kids safe. Bulba went headfirst into the wall, DW landing neatly below the cage as the bull went mad trying to get out. "Waitago, Darkwing!" Gosalyn cheered. Darkwing basked in the glow.
"Yep, yep, yep...guess that takes care of Taurus Bulbaa..."
"RrRAARR!" Bulba finally pulled himself out, his head stuck inside some sort of box machine. Darkwing groaned.
"Or not." A knife popped out of Bulba's claw arm, cutting open the top of the box like a can opener, the enraged bull popping his head out with another roar.
"Now you are going to fry, duck!" he snapped, shooting at Darkwing with his head lasers. By some sheer luck and skill, DW managed not to get hit, though his wheel rebounded one of the shots. He ended up cornered against a large pipe, and Bulba yanked him from his chair, starting to chuckle...until Darkwing suddenly hauled back and smooched him something wet and fierce. "Yuck, yuck, ptoooie!" He spit, shaking his head madly after dropping the duck back in his chair.
Safely down, Darkwing started circling Bulba, the bull shooting out a laser in his wake. Not realizing it, he ended up taking a section of floor out beneath him, and he fell down with a long yell; but no sound of impact. Darkwing started to dust off his hands until Bulba suddenly appeared behind him; he shot out of target again as Bulba shot, the blast melting away the bottom of the cage and nearly vaporizing the kids, who jumped just in time. They fell out and dove for cover behind a large pipe as Bulba advanced on Darkwing, who was unwittingly backing up near them.
DW pulled out his gas gun, aiming. "This'll slow him down!" He shot off a container, a puff of gas going up around the bull. Bulba swung his arm around, claw turned into a fan.
"What's this? Do you expect me to sneeze myself into submission? Hahaha--huh?" Metal started wriggling as he twisted around, trying to itch, sparking his behind in desperation.
"Itching powder!" Honker realized.
"Smooth move!" Gosalyn cheered. Darkwing just wrote an invisible slash in the air.
"Scraatch one bull." Then he looked back at the duo, frowning in thought. "I've got to find a way to make him follow me outside!"
It didn't take much, apparently, as a shot suddenly hit his wheelchair, sending the duck careening out through the waterfall (leaving a duck-shaped mark), landing, and just barely missing the edge. "I meant to do that!" he huffed, pulling himself away. He then glanced up as he heard the Thunderquack, the plan releasing the cloud seeds. "Come on, Launchpad, let's make with the raaain!" He started waving his arms, grumbling. "Come on, you said it'd be raining cats and dogs!" Then he froze at the sound of freefall, his chair bouncing up as Bulba impacted with the ground, cracking it. DW looked up over the back of his chair, petrified.
"Woof. Woof." The bull then blinked as a grappling hook shot out, latching onto his mechanical 'horns.' "Ahem...and just what is that supposed to do?" He laughed as he fingered the attached rope, only to realize Darkwing's attack as the duck came barreling towards him, using the rope for speed. They collided, Bulba left in a pile of rocks below Darkwing.
"Aww, what's the matter Bulby? Oh, did the big nasty bull breakem his toys?" Darkwing cooed, not noticing the bull's hand changing to a blaster. He figured it out soon enough when he ended up having to dodge some shots, which left hiding behind a rock outcropping. Bulba blasted it to bits, leaving Darkwing uncovered and holding an umbrella. "Sure would be a nice night for RAIN don'cha think, nudge nudge, wink wink, hint hint..."
Bulba disintegrated the umbrella with another shot. "You won't leave here alive...I'll blast every feather from your scrawny hide!" he snapped, waving his fist about, shooting again. DW just barely missed having his head blown off as he yanked it into his turtleneck; the back of his wheelchair wasn't as fortunate.
"SCRAWNY? Excuse me? Coming from a tubba like you-" He spun about quickly, hunching. "Where'sthatstupidraaaain?" No answer was forthcoming, and he ended up dodging more shots, spinning about. "Is that the best you can do, Bulbsy!" he yelled, the bull getting down on all fours and snorting, a 'paw' scratched at the ground. He charged as Darkwing held up a red cape, pulling it back at the last second to reveal a banana peel, which Bulba slid around on before colliding with a wall.
"GrraaHH!" Rocks were thrown everywhere as the maddened bull yelled, stomping towards Darkwing. "DON'T mock me. I can destroy you...I can destroy an ARMY of you...!" Electricity started to fly again, and he began slowing down, his speech choppy. "I....I...." His head started shaking madly, a small boom going off. And he overheated, tongue sticking out most gentlemanly. Darkwing sighed in relief; the bull had overheated, he observed.
Gosalyn and Honker came running out, Gos jumping into her dad's lap. "Waitago, dad! Boy, am I glad you're alright!" Darkwing patted her hair.
"What's the matter...don'cha trust me?" he asked, half-joking, half-serious.
Honker, on the other hand, popped up behind Bulba. He licked his finger, touching it to the bull's still-smoking metal cranium. It sizzled. "Mr. Bulba's still hot! It'll be a couple hours before his circuits cool off," he reported, hanging on Bulba's back. Darkwing was pleased.
"Good. Plenty of time for J. Gander to send his agents." Boom. Rain started pouring down. "Great. NOW it rains," he muttered.
"Sorry, DW," Launchpad said, crawling down the rocks to them. "Better late than never!"
Unfortunately, it was bad timing. Bulba suddenly roared, throwing Honker off his back; the rain had cooled his circuits considerably. He started stampeding towards father and daughter, both yelping before they dove from the wheelchair. The mad bull hit the chair too late, taking it with him as he fell off the edge, yelling all the way down. He hit the water and disappeared, a froth of bubbles marking his entrance before fading into nothing. "Do you think he'll live?" Gosalyn asked as she and Honker helped prop DW up on their shoulders at the edge.
"I don't think even Taurus Bulba could swim with all that weight," Darkwing responded, looking saddened. But it wasn't from Bulba. "I..want to apologize, Gosalyn. For not telling you the truth....I was wrong." Gosalyn glared at him.
"Ohhh, so you mean I was the right one for a chaaange?" Darkwing half-grinned, thinking about it.
"Well...for a change." Then he blinked, stiffening at the sound of exhaust; Bulba slowly flew up past them, his body changed into a small, compact, motorized glider.
"This is not finished, Darkwing Duck...I will be back!" With that, he flew off in a wide loop, away from the group.
Darkwing groaned, eyes crossing. "Something tells me my life just got a whooole lot more complicated."