Time and Punishment

Quackerjack bounced around excitedly on a nearby rooftop.
"Okay Quacky," Megavolt announced. "The Time Top is all charged and ready to go bye-bye!"
"Megs! Do you realize what this means? All the wonders of the future will be ours!" Quacky cried with just a hint of insanity. "Laser fusion yo-yo's! Ion spinning jump ropes! Particle beam fuzzy bears!" The once toy-maker was in heaven. Megs was no different.
"Cool electric cars! Micron solar cells! Million watt light bulbs with life time guarantee!" Despite his bliss, Sparky suddenly realized something. "But traveling through time could put a whole in the space-time continuum!" he yelled. "Wreak havoc on history!" he yelled even louder. "Unalterably change the PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE FOREVER! Actually it sounds kinda fun!"
With no sign of DW, Gosalyn was getting worried. "They're getting away! Where's dad?"
Meanwhile, Darkwing Duck crept along the side of a nearby building, but suddenly found himself hanging off the ledge as Launchpad stuck his head out a window, scaring him.
"Gee, DW. Maybe next time, we could just use the door?"
"And ruin...a...great...entrance?" DW asked as he struggled to pull himself back up.
Gosalyn decided to take the situation into her own hands. She tied the top of the Time Top to a ladder conveniently bolted to the roof. "This oughta hold 'em till dad gets here!" she said, pleased with her work. Suddenly, a voice boomed from above.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night!"
"'Bout time," Gos said, disapprovingly. The voice continued.
"I am the batteries that are not included! I am Darkwiiiiiing Duck!" The caped crusader jumped off the top of the building and landed with a large crack in the cement. Of course he jumped right back out.
Megavolt was irritated to say the least. "Oh, like we didn't know that!" he said sarcastically from inside the Top. "Lemme out! I'll make him sizzle like spit on a griddle!"
"Ooh, aren't we sounding folksy," Quackerjack commented. "But wouldn't frying be more fun with a - hee hee hee - a plasma powered skillet from the future?"
Meggie agreed. "Well, what are we waiting for? The future awaits!" The Time Top began to spin. Gosalyn stared with worry at the rope she had tied it with.
"I hope this holds!" Darkwing however, was taking his time as he crept from one chimney or vent to another in an attempt to remain subtle and hidden.
He narrated, "approaching with stylish, yet careful caution, the Midnight Mallard maneuvers mysteriously towards the manglers of justice!"
"Come, on dad! Speed it up!" Gos was stressed and impatient, but with good reason for but a moment later, her carefully tied rope broke. She grabbed on to it but was sent spinning with the Top.
Darkwing continued with, "Now, the duck of doom prepares to -" but was knocked flat by Gosalyn as she was whipped in circles around the Time Top, her voice barely audible as she disappeared, screaming, "Dad! Help meeeee!" Moments later, a disheveled DW came to and looked around him.
"Gosalyn?"

The Time Top reappeared on a rooftop seemingly the same as the one they left. Gosalyn found herself all tangled up in rope and very dizzy.
"Ooh, and I used to stand in lines for rides like this," she groaned. All of a sudden, the door swung open in front of her and Megavolt stuck his head out.
"Woah! Was that an earthquake?" he asked.
"Who cares? This is the future and it's PLAYTIME!" Quackerjack jumped out. "To the Toy Factory!" but his partner in crime had other plans.
"Get real, Chuckles! We're staying right here so I can try out these new fusion generators," Megavolt argued.
"Well I say we put it to a vote! All those in favour of the Toy Factory, say 'aye'. Aye." "Aye!" Mr. Banana Brain piped up. "Nays?" Quackerjack asked expectantly.
"Nay!" Sparky answered. Silence.
"Well, looks like the 'ayes' have it," the toy maker stated the obvious.
"No fair," Megs grumbled. "He always sides with you!" The maniacal manglers of justice marched off as Gosalyn righted herself and took a look around.
"Wow! Check it out," she exclaimed. "They sure cleaned things up. Not very friendly looking though." A fair observation since the streets were empty and several zeppelins patrolled from above. A huge sign in the middle of the city showed a red circle with a red line through it, quite like a "no smoking" sign without the cigarette; most likely meaning nothing is allowed! Suddenly, someone screamed. A middle aged dog ran up to Megavolt and Quackerjack and fell on his knees in front of them.
"I tried to say I was sorry but he wouldn't listen! You've gotta help me!" The poor dog was hysterical. Then something came stomping behind him. "Oh no! It's too late!" he almost whispered. A huge tank approached menacingly, quite resembling the Thunderquack. Robots hovered around it.
"Sorry," Megs apologized quickly. "We make it a point never to get involved," and the two criminals ran for their lives, taking cover in a pair of trashcans. With a swirl of sinister, Batman type music, an all too familiar voice boomed from inside the vehicle.
"I am the terror that hunts in the night!"
"Dad?" Gosalyn gasped in disbelief from the safety of the rooftop.
"I am the jackal that gnaws at your bones!" The dog, now backed up against a wall, began to inch away, only to see the bricks explode beside his head. "I'm not done!" the voice taunted. Then, the tank opened and red smoke billowed from its depths. "I am Darkwarrior Duck!" With his evil, red eyes glowing and spikes protruding threateningly from his armor, Darkwarrior Duck assigned his punishment. "Maybe a year in the pen will teach you to use a crosswalk!" His voice went from that of Darkwing to Negaduck as he uttered his last word: "Jaywalker."
Still cowering in his garbage can, Quackerjack was stunned. "He does that to jaywalkers?"
"And you thought your insurance premiums were high now!" Mr. Banana Brain put in.
"What would he do to real criminals?" Megavolt asked, terrified and not really wanting the answer to his question.
"Let's not stick around to find out, Scout!" the puppet agreed and his keeper cried,
"Back to the Time Top!"
Meanwhile, Gosalyn still watched from the roof. "Maybe dad's just having a bad day...a really bad day." One of Darkwarrior's robots now held the jaywalker by the scruff of his neck in front of his captor.
"A stint in solitary oughta teach him some respect for traffic laws!" the terror that hunts decided. But the guilty party tried to protest.
"What about my right to a trial?" he challenged.
"Are you saying the jury wouldn't take my word?" Darkwarrior was infuriated.
"No sir! Not at all, sir!" the victimized canine tried to correct himself. As the robot carried him away, another one arrived.
"Subject with bad haircut reported at corner of something and something else," it announced.
"So, another criminal coiffeur endangering the sensibilities of decent citizens!" The crime fighter previously known as Darkwing Duck sank back into his tank after adding the comment, "and I bet he has dandruff, too!" The tank drove off, robots at its side. Gosalyn chased after it yelling, "wait dad! Stop! It's me!" It kept going.

Megavolt, Quackerjack and Mr. Banana Brain ran onto the roof towards the Time Top.
"That duck's even crazier than we are!" Quacky exclaimed. He looked up and realized just how right his statement was as three robots hovered around his only mode of transportation.
"Extreme parking violation. Darkwarrior Civil Code requires impounding vehicle and incarcerating guilty party."
"He did it! He did it!" Megavolt pointed at Quackerjack in a panic. "I was only a passenger! He was driving!"
"Nonsense!" the accused fumbled for an excuse. "I couldn't possibly drive. I...uh...don't have a license!"
"They're both guilty!" Mr. Banana Brain declared. "But I was taken against my will!"
Despite their protests, all three were carried off, arguing amongst themselves the whole way.

Gosalyn grumbled to herself as she walked up the Audobon Bay Bridge on her way to Darkwing Tower.
"Boy! Dad needs a major attitude adjustment. He sounds more like a bad guy than a good guy!" She looked inside the tower and gasped. There was hardly anything there! "Where'd everything go?" She looked around and saw the lower half of Launchpad sticking out from under a car. She could hear him humming. "Launchpad!" she cried. Startled, LP banged his head. He rolled out from under the car and rubbed his eyes.
"Gosalyn!" he said, amazed.
"Oh it sure is good to see a friendly face!" Gos jumped into his arms. LP gave her a hug and then put her down and looked at her skeptically.
"Gee, DW always said junk food would stunt your growth, but I thought you'd be a little taller. Where've ya been all these years?" Still wearing his goggles, but with a streak of grey running through his orange hair, LP leaned against the car he was working on and listened to Gosalyn's quick recap of the days events.
"I haven't been anywhere! I got stuck on Quackerjack's Time Top and ended up here in the future!"
LP looked confused. "This is the future?" he asked doubtfully.
"Well, not for you it isn't, but for me it is," Gos explained. "Now what's going on around here? The city looks like it's just been washed and waxed, the streets are deserted and dad's acting like No Brain the Barbarian!" Gosalyn sighed and shook her head. "Boy, I slip away for a couple of decades and the whole city goes down the tubes. And how come you're not with Darkwing?"
"That's Darkwarrior, kiddo," Launchpad reminded her, then turned his head and fidgeted sheepishly. "and, uh...well...gee...I'm, uh...I'm not his sidekick anymore."
"Well how come what happened?" Gos melded her questions together in her eagerness for an answer.
"Well, I guess you happened," the former sidekick began, then corrected himself. "Or, didn't happen." We slip into LP's memory as he tells the story.

"Ya see, DW thought you ran away because he wouldn't let you help him." We see Launchpad driving the Ratcatcher with Darkwing slumped over in the sidecar looking miserable. A could of purple smoke appears in a bank and DW and LP step out of it. The Liquidator is stealing a pile of money but Darkwing just stands there, indifferent. LP holds up DW's hand with the gas gun in it, but it falls when LP lets go. "I tried to get him interested in his work again, but it was no use."
"Slice 'em and dice 'em," The Liquidator says as he sends a wave of water at the would-be crime fighters.
"He was all washed out," LP continued. "Then one day, everything turned around for him." Darkwing is standing on top of a school when he sees a little girl. From behind, she looks just like Gosalyn! A big brute of a dog is stealing her doll. Something in DW lights up and he stands up straight and fire works explode behind him. He jumps off the roof, beats up the thief and returns the doll to the little girl. From the front he sees, to his dismay, that it's not Gosalyn. But Launchpad goes on: "He rediscovered his purpose: to protect St. Canard from the forces of evil." Darkwing is back in the bank, this time with a whole group of evildoers before him - Bushroot, Liquidator, Steelbeak, Ammonia Pine, Tuskernini, etc. "It was time to get tough. Really tough."
"Grrrrrrrrr," all the villains growl in unison. DW takes out a remote control and by pushing a single button, squashes them all with one anvil.
"Yep yep yep, aaaaaaah," Darkwing brushes his hands together and sighs, pleased with himself.
"The city loved him," said LP. "He scared every crook outta St. Canard! But DW said the city was still in danger." A more than slightly overweight dog is sitting at Hamburger Hippo, about to eat a huge, greasy burger. Just as he's going to take his first bite, a plunger flies past him, snatching it from his hands and sticking it to the wall.
"Cease and desist, citizen!" DW orders. "Eat that and your cholesterol level is shot!" Sinking into his Negaduck voice, red eyes glowing, he continues, "You're inviting a heart attack, pal! Now get home and steam some veggies, before I really get mad!"
"He wasn't Darkwing Duck anymore," Launchpad concluded. He came out of his memory and he and Gosalyn were standing beside a huge statue. "He was Darkwarrior Duck. He said I was too soft on crime, just 'cause I thought we should arrest the crooks before giving 'em the electric chair."
"Well, I'll straighten him out, just as soon as I talk to him," Gos said angrily. She thought for a moment, then asked, "uh, how do I talk to him?"
"Beats me," Launchpad shrugged. "Nobody but nobody talks to Darkwarrior Duck."
"Unless they break a law!" Gosalyn had a plan. She ran off and came back a second later with a can of red paint. She looked up at the huge statue of her father, climbed up on it and started painting on its face. "And I thought this was going to be hard," she laughed. Suddenly, an alarm went off and they found themselves surrounded by lights and robots. "See?" Gos asked. "Worked like a charm!"
"That's what I was afraid of." LP looked around in fear.
From his ship, Darkwarrior glared at the image on his view screen. "How dare they deface my face?" he yelled in an outrage.
"There he goes, overreacting again," Gosalyn sighed, annoyed.
"I've got you now my little sitting ducks," DW taunted. "Eat missile graffiti heads!" and with that, a missile exploded from the depths of the ship. All Gosalyn and Launchpad could do was gasp.
"That'll teach those - aaaah!" Darkwarrior couldn't believe his eyes. "G-G-Gosalyn?" Without a hesitation, he flew ahead of the missile, landed, got out of his ship, shoved LP and Gos out of harm's way and held his hand up for the missile to stop. It didn't, but hit him instead. He lay for a moment on top of it and after commenting that it sort of hurt, was blown up. As his vision cleared, he saw what he'd been missing for so many years. "Gosalyn?" he asked, still slightly charred.
"In the flesh! Now what the heck is going on -"
"My little angel is back!" DW interrupted her. "Oh you don't know how much I've missed you!" He scooped her up and showered her with kisses.
"How about a hug for your little sidekick, he he," Launchpad chuckled nervously.
"Oh. It's you." Darkwarrior put Gosalyn down to glare at LP. "What's the matter? Run out of criminals to sympathize with?" Launchpad stuttered. "Looks like a clear case of the three D's!" DW went on. "Defacement. Destruction. And Disorderly conduct! Looks like it's the chair for you my ex-compadre." Launchpad shook like a leaf. Gosalyn decided it was time to cut in.
"Will you chill a sec?" she screamed. "I was the one who did it!"
"Nonsense," her father argued. "You were an innocent subverted by the whiles of a criminal master mind." Gosalyn just looked at him.
"Dad. We're talking about Launchpad here," she reminded.
"Oh, well, that's...right. Well, I suppose I can be lenient this time. Boys!" he called his robots who immediately arrived and picked LP up. "I'll just sentence him to life at hard labour."
"What?!" LP cried, but gave in as they carried him away.
"But dad!" Gos whined. Her father ignored her.
"Now we have to get you properly attired, sidekick!"
"Oh!" Gosalyn groaned.

Father and daughter flew across St. Canard's empty streets, passing a billboard of Darkwarrior's face posted to the side of every building.
"You always wanted high explosives for your birthday," the once hero reminisced. "But I gave you dolls. Now I know you have to be tough to face down crime.
Then, a robot appeared on the viewscreen announcing, "unauthorized pedestrians at corner of Miller and Barnes." Darkwarrior's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Oh boy! Curfew violators!"
Meanwhile, a young couple ran fearfully down one of St. Canard's deserted streets.
"Why didn't you look at your watch?" the girl asked.
"I was into over time playing on Whiffleboy! I forgot about the time!" the guy tried to explain.
"Well, just hurry before - aaaaah!" before she had time to finish, she was interrupted by a cloud of red smoke.
"Don't you know that all law abiding citizens are home and in bed by now?" St. Canard's keeper demanded.
"Sure! We were just getting a glass of water!" the couple stammered.
"Eight o'clock bedtime?" Gosalyn shook her head. "Bummer! Sounds like dad though."
Darkwarrior appeared to think for a moment. "Well, I suppose I could let you off easy this time. If you promise never to do it again."
"Oh no! We'd never! Ever!" the guy said quickly.
"Never again! I promise!" his wife added.
"Ha! Trick question!" Negaduck's voice shone through again. "He he! No one gets off easy in St. Canard. Take 'em away!" And with that, two robots whisked the couple away to their doom, leaving their shoes on the sidewalk.

Back at his hideout, Drake Mallard paced in front of his super computer. "Protecting St. Canard is a tough job. The old Darkwing Duck couldn't hack it. That's when Darkwarrior Duck came to town!" he said triumphantly as a machine placed his armour on his shoulders. "So how do you like your uniform?" he asked his daughter, not realizing she was basically lost inside it.
"Um, I don't think this is going to work out." Her voice was muffled and strained from inside the mass of metal and spikes.
"Of course it will!" her dad was optimistic. "With you as my sidekick, the criminal vermin of the city won't dare twitch a whisker! We'll hunt 'em down! Smash their plans! Tear 'em limb from limb!" He looked over at Gosalyn who was standing unusually still. "You're not getting into the spirit of this, Gos," he commented.
"Dad, I can't move," she said calmly.
"Okay, so it needs a little tailoring, so sue me!"
Gosalyn sighed as she popped the head off her outfit and literally climbed out. "Dad," she said. "You're obsessing. I mean, you were always a little apt on crime fighting but now you don't talk about anything else!" Her expression changed from concern to frustration. "You haven't even asked me why I haven't grown!"
DW looked confused. "I assumed it was the junk food." Now Gosalyn was really annoyed.
"It was Quackerjack and Megavolt's Time Top! I accidentally hitched a ride to the future!" but her father had only heard one thing.
"Megavolt and Quackerjack here? That's great!" he cried. "Finally! A challenge! Hoo hoo!" He tried to compose himself. " I mean...uh...sure it's important to continue my fight against tooth decay and the people that tear the little tags off pillows - they always did get me - but real live super villains!" He turned toward his computer. "Launch a full scale search for Quackerjack and Mega-"
"The suspects have already been incarcerated, sir," his computer informed him.
"What?" the crime fighter whined. "You caught them already? But I wanted to!"
"Shall we destroy their vehicle?" the machine asked. Slumped miserably against the wall, Darkwarrior replied with a "yeah, sure, fine, whatever."
"Noooo!" Gosalyn cried suddenly. "That's their time machine! That solves everything! They can take me back so it's just like I never left! You won't think I ran away and go all nuts, Launchpad won't be in jail and all of St. Canard will go back the way it was! Let's go!" Despite Gosalyn's enthusiasm, Darkwarrior didn't move. "Come on, dad!"
"Let me get this straight," he said quizzically. "You want me to release two known criminals, give them an incredibly powerful ve-hi-cle, and let them trash history so that I, Darkwarrior Duck, will never even exist?" Darkwarrior's eyes glowed red.
"I don't think so."

The Time Top sat alone in a large observation room as Darkwarrior entered, accompanied by three of his robots.
"Just think of it!" he said. "A time machine capable of taking me anywhere in history! I can arrest criminals before they commit crimes! Banks will be saved, drugs stores will go unrobbed, and no one will get away with not brushing after every meal!" Darkwarrior was quite beside himself with glee as he cackled rather maniacally. Then he had a better idea. "But why stop there? I can go back to Ancient Babylon when laws were first written down. That way, I can make sure they get off to a good start!"
DW is imagining standing before a group of Ancient Babylonians quivering in fear as he pounds their laws into stone.
"For stealing an ox, the penalty is...DEATH! Coveting wives...DEATH! Stealing grain...DEATH! Tracking mud through the kitchen - hoo hoo - DEATH! Being cranky in the morning? Hmmm...DEATH!"
Suddenly, Darkwarrior realized another option.
"No! No! No! Even better!" he exclaimed. "I'll go back to the very beginning when the first protoduck was just considering taking his first breath of air!" Now we see a strange lizard-duck swimming around under water. He crawls onto the land but stops dead in his tracks at the sight of Darkwarrior glaring down at him.
"Hold it right there, pal! Not another inch until we get a few rules straight!" Eyes bulging, the terrified protoduck raced back into the water.
"I can't wait!" Darkwarrior cried, back in his own time." "Now, let's figure out how to get this baby crankin'!" As his robots began to pry at the lid of the Time Top, DW scratched his chin in a rare moment of retrospection.
"Pity the kid went bad," he shook his head. "We woulda made a great team."

Gosalyn gazed miserably out one of the barred windows of the prison. "And I used to gripe when he sent me to my room," she whined. She turned to Launchpad. "What do all these people do to get locked up?"
"Oh, the usual stuff," he replied carelessly. They look at along line of unlikely convicts (including Quackerjack and Megavolt) as LP narrates. "Traffic violators, lawyers, plumbers, rude supermarket, clerks, cartoon producers -"
"Who's that?" Gosalyn interrupted, pointing to a little old lady in a rocking chair.
"Mrs. Mildew," LP said." She flunked DW in penmanship."
"Well, at least he has some sense of justice left," Gos grumbled. "Still," she said louder, jumping off the bed she had been standing on. "That doesn't excuse all this. I say we bust outta here!" All her cellmates gasped in terror at this idea. "What's the matter?" she taunted. "Chicken?" but before she could start clucking at them, they did it themselves and rained feathers on her in the process. Gosalyn scowled.
"It's safer in here than out there with Darkwarrior Duck!" Megavolt confided to Quackerjack, but the toy maker turned to his puppet.
"Tell Mr. Electroface that I'm still not talking to him," he told Mr. Banana Brain.
"He's not speaking to you, Lou!" the puppet said.
"Oh, yeah," Sparky challenged. "Well tell him I'm not the one who stopped the Time Top in a no parking zone!"
"The Time Top! Right!" Gosalyn's face lit up as she remembered. "That's our ticket out of this mess!" She ran over to the two lunatic supervillains. "Okay, look," she told them. "We all have to work together. We can use the Time Top to fix things so this never happened!" She turned to the toy maker. "Quackerjack, can't your toy teeth chew through these bars?"
Quackerjack's face fell. "Those nasty robots took all my toys when they drained Megavolt of his power!" he complained.
"Will these do?" Mrs. Mildew suddenly spoke up from her rocking chair, holding out her dentures and smacking her lips.
Before long, Quackerjack was winding up several pairs of false teeth as everyone watched in anticipation.
"Boy," Gos said. "I've gotta remember to start flossing when I get back!"
Quackerjack turned to Megavolt. "Well," he said. "Here goes!" He let go of the teeth and they immediately gnawed away the prison bars. The alarm buzzed loudly as everyone raced out of the cell. Meanwhile, Darkwarrior's head popped out of the Time Top at the sound.
"What's that?" he demanded.
"Escape attempt, sir," his robots replied.
"Well, send out a squad of my robots," he ordered with a wave of his hand. He sunk back into the Top. "I don't want to be bothered while I'm reconstructing history in my own image."
Outside, Megavolt disabled all three robots with a single bolt of lightning. "Ha!" he laughed triumphantly. "Bring on that Darkwarrior Dunce now! I'll char broil him!"
"Oh?" asked a familiar voice. "Really?" Megavolt looked in horror as Darkwarrior pointed a hose at him, his foot backing up the water. As he let go, water came shooting out, knocking Quackerjack and Sparky off their feet and short circuiting the latter.
"Boy, can't that guy take a joke?" he stuttered, sparks flying from his head.
"All right! Hold it!" Gosalyn suddenly stepped in. DW pointed the hose at her. She ignored it. "This isn't you!" she told him. "I think inside you're still Darkwing Duck. You're still my dad." Darkwarrior suddenly switched weapons as if he hadn't heard her. Gosalyn faltered for a moment. "Uh... I'm not afraid of your old gas gun!"
"Gas gun?" DW looked aghast. "I haven't used the gas gun in years!" As if to prove his point, a rocket popped out of the barrel, aimed directly at Gos' head. She gulped.
"I should have recognized you as a bad egg from the start!" Darkwarrior said, advancing on his daughter as she backed away. "You never cleaned your room, never helped do the dishes, never did well in school! If that isn't a list of criminal tendencies, I don't know what is!" He stopped walking as Gosalyn backed into a wall. "There's no reason I shouldn't blast you into a smudge!" Gos squeezed her eyes shut and plugged her ears, waiting. But nothing happened and when she looked again, DW was shaking. "But I...I just can't do it!" He dropped the gun just before a large pan came down on his head, knocking him out.
"No use taking chances," Launchpad said as he held up the skillet, now shaped like DW's head.
"I knew you couldn't do it, dad," Gos whispered as she took off her father's hat, revealing a large bump and kissed him on the beak. But LP was in a hurry.
"I'd get goin' if I was you," he declared. He gestured towards Darkwarrior. "He may be smiling now, but he won't be when he wakes up!"

"Don't worry!" Gosalyn called down to Launchpad from the Time Top. "Once I get back to my own time, none of this will have ever happened!" Quackerjack and Megavolt jumped up beside her.
"Come on come on come on!" they urged her. But LP wasn't convinced.
"Are you sure it's a good idea to take them along," he asked skeptically. "After all, they're hardened criminals! Maybe they should stay locked up here."
"No! No! No!" Both villains started pleading with Gosalyn and kissing her hand. She just shrugged.
"If there's anything this has taught me, it's that every person deserves the benefit of a doubt!" She scowled. "Besides, I don't know how to drive this thing!"
Launchpad stood back as the Time Top started to spin and in a flash of light, it was back on the rooftop. It slowed to a stop and Quacky, Megs and Mr. Banana Brain cautiously climbed out. Then they heard a voice. "I don't know where you went but you'll be sorry you came back!" Megavolt and Quackerjack screamed and fainted back into the Top as Darkwing swung towards them from the roof of another building. Gosalyn popped up in their place.
"Darkwarrior?" she asked as she looked around. A dark figure stepped out from the shadows.
"Oh, perfect! Gone five minutes and my own daughter forgets my name!" Darkwing Duck came right up to the little red head. "Just like she forgot she was supposed to stay in the Ratcatcher!" But Gosalyn wasn't listening.
"Launchpad!" she cried, waving. LP waved back as DW continued his lecture.
"Don't change the subject! I have had it with you, young lady! You're grounded for a month!" Gosalyn ran to her father and hugged him.
"No problem, dad! That kind of justice I can handle!"
"Now don't argue with me -" Darkwing began, then caught himself, happily surprised as he closed his eyes and held his little girl.