Liquidator and Bushroot stood in a dark alley in downtown St. Canard, both sporting concealing trenchcoats and fedoras. Well, almost concealing. Even with their 'disguises,' it was still painfully obvious one was a plant and the other made of water, but it was the best they could do on such short notice.

"I feel silly dressed like this," Bushroot said. "And you look like McGruff the crime dog - made of water."

"Yeah, only I'm not going to take a bite out of crime," replied Liquidator. "I'm going to drown law and order in a huge tidal wave!"

Bushroot's mouth drooped down. "That was the corniest thing I've ever heard you say."

"Yeah, I know," said the watery canine. "I'm running out of catchphrases! I'm losing my shtick!"

Suddenly, Bushroot brought a leaf to his beak. "Sshhh," he whispered. "Here they come."

The two villains leaned around the corner of the alley, to see the Ratcatcher approaching from down the street, Launchpad driving and Darkwing Duck riding in the sidecar. They chuckled as quietly as possible, Bushroot reaching into the pockets of his coat and taking out a small bag of seeds and a test tube of purple liquid. He look up at Liquidator. "Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," the water-dog said.

In the Ratcatcher, Darkwing Duck was scanning the streets with narrowed eyes, looking for any crime being committed. To his, and possibly no one else's excitement, he spotted a robbery in progress in a convenience store called Eats Kwik.

"Slow down, sidekick," he said. "I see that a crime is being committed in yonder food mart!"

"Right-O, DW!"

Darkwing pointed over to the Eats Kwik as Launchpad brought the Ratcatcher to a screeching halt right outside the store. He hopped out of the sidecar just as the robbers, an unusually short bear in a neat and tidy button-down suit and a taller duck wearing a beanie, came out the front with bags of money in their hands, in addition to a veritable cornucopia of high-calorie snack foods that they had obviously not paid for.

"Ha, that was easy, huh Jimmy?" the duck said.

"Like I said, the cashiers in this city are wimps!" replied Jimmy, the bear.

"Halt, criminal scum!" a voice came from nowhere.

The two crooks stopped as a cloud of smoke appeared before them.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night," the voice went on. "I am the five cent tax on your Ding Dongs! I am Darkwiiiiing Duck!"

The smoke cleared, revealing to Jimmy and his friend the form of none other than Darkwing Duck.

"Aw, man, we're busted!" the duck said.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, boys," said Darkwing. "Robbing convenience stores is so twelve years ago! You're out of style, my friends, and this time it's gonna cost you!"

It was over in seconds. The duck dropped his load of money and snacks, so he could throw a punch at Darkwing, but the purple-clad crimefighter was already in motion before the criminal's ill-gotten gains had even hit the sidewalk. A solid uppercut sent his fellow duck staggering back, bumping into a street lamp and then flopping to the ground, out cold, the little propeller on his beanie spinning.

Jimmy yelped, dropped his own loot, and ran, hopping over his partner's body and racing down the sidewalk, leaving him behind.

"Truly, there is no honor among thieves," Darkwing said as he took out his all-purpose grappling hook gun, training it on the fleeing criminal. He squeezed the trigger, sending the grappling hook flying after the crook. With an audible thud that could be heard even from a distance, the blunt side of the curved hook hit Jimmy in the back of the head.

"Oof!" he cried as he went flying forwards, right into an outdoor soda machine. He hit it so hard there was a loud clanging noise, and a dozen cans of Koo-Koo Cola came out of the dispenser, burying Jimmy.

"Man I'm good," Darkwing said, kissing his gun on the barrel. When the flow of cans had finally stopped, totally obscuring poor Jimmy from view, Darkwing looked down and the two crooks' discarded loot. "Suddenly I've got an attack of the munchies," he said to Launchpad as the taller duck came over. "How about you, LP?"

"Well, sure, I could use a quick bite, but what about these two?" He pointed at the duck laying on the concrete, and the pile of cans under which the bear was buried.

"No worries, Launchpad," Darkwing replied. "Neither of these scumbags are going anywhere anytime soon. Besides, the police will be here any moment to wrap things up. They can take it from here." Launchpad nodded as they walked back to the Ratcatcher. "Yeah, and I guess even if they do get away, it's not like they're dangerous supervillains or anything!"

"But we are!" came a voice. Darkwing and Launchpad spun to behold the trenchcoated Liquidator and Bushroot, both of them applauding. It was Liquidator who had spoken. "Bravo, Darkwing! You're still able to bust an average criminal without breaking a sweat, but how about a workout with a couple of real villains?"

Growling, Darkwing stomped towards the pair. "I've just about had it with you guys. You're like cockroaches, or unwanted relatives who just can't take a hint!"

Suddenly Bushroot held up a leafy hand. "Stop right there, Darkwing! While you were busy trashing those two scuzzballs, I took the liberty of depositing a few of my special snag vine seeds right where you're about to step!" Darkwing stopped, looking down. Little brown, pebble-sized seeds were all around his webbed feet. Bushroot continued. "And in my hand I hold a sample of my new growth formula, which, if tossed, will break and spill all over the seeds."

"Great," said Darkwing. "Okay so you guys have me at a standstill. What do you want?"

"Oh I just thought it would be neat if I told you, is all," Bushroot said, and then he let fly the test tube! It smashed on the sidewalk, the purple fluids spilling over the seeds as promised.

"Uh oh," said Darkwing.

Instantly, the seeds sprouted into numerous vines as thick as Darkwing's arm. The purple-clad superhero leapt back, but one of the vines wrapped around his wrist.

"Agh! Let go!"

While he was struggling with the first vine, more slithered over to ensnare his arms, legs, and waist, trapping him!

"Hang on, D.W.!" Launchpad cried. He ran over, and after unsuccessfully trying to wrench the powerful plants loose from his friend, he looked over across the street and spotted a garden shop. "That's handy. Hang on, I'll be right back!"

"Hurry!" Darkwing gagged as another vine wrapped around his neck, close to choking him. Launchpad dashed across the street and into the store.

Hammer-Head slowly leaned out of an alley down the street, not far from where Jimmy lay buried under the mountain of Koo-Koo Cola cans. He scowled, looking at the tracer in his hand, then back over at Darkwing. With the superhero occupied by Bushroot and Liquidator, he was to stick the tracer onto Darkwing's stupid-looking motorcycle. Simple as that. Yessiree, that was the plan. But of course, Hammer-Head was than enthusiastic about the whole thing.

"Well," he said to himself, "here goes nothin'!"

He dashed out of the alley, past the pile of soda cans to the where the Ratcatcher sat against the curb. Glancing up to make sure that Darkwing couldn't see him, for Taurus Bulba had been adamant in reminding Hammer-Head that if Darkwing saw him everything would be ruined, he reached underneath the sidecar portion of the motorcycle, and let the magnetized tracer stick to the metal.

"That takes care of that," he said, and turned to dash back into the alley, just as the pile of cans erupted, and the ram ran right into the smaller bear. They both crashed to the ground. "Oof!"

"Why don't you watch where you're going, fuzzy?" Hammer-Head growled as he got up.

"Where I'm going? You ran into me, pal, and- Hey!," the bear suddenly grinned. "Hammer-Head Hannigan, right? Y'remember me? Jimmy! From-"

Hammer-Head waved him off. "Of course I remember you, but now isn't really the time to talk about this."

But Jimmy kept talking. "-and then Tom got sick and threw up Cheerios all over!"

It was like Mouth all over again. Hammer-Head growled and just socked the babbling beat in the face. He went cross-eyed and fell over on his back, out like a light.

"Scuzzball," Hammer-Head muttered as he dusted himself off and hurried back into the alley out of sight, all the wondering how he could consider guys like Jimmy 'friends.'

Looking past Darkwing and the vines, Liquidator saw the whole thing. He smiled and turned to give Bushroot a thumbs-up. Bushroot nodded, then turned to his plants.

"Okay, kids, that's enough," he said. "Drop him."

The plants instantly released Darkwing, dropping him rather roughly to the concrete. "Oof!"

"It was fun," said Liquidator, "But we gotta fly. Seeya later, Darkwing Dip!"

Laughing, the two supervillains walked off, the vines slithering after them. Darkwing sat up, rubbing his head.

"Get back here!" he yelled, but as he got to his feet, Liquidator turned and the duck instantly found himself hit with a powerful jet of water that sent him staggering backwards. After a couple minutes of sputtering and coughing, he looked up to see that the villains were gone!

At that very moment, Launchpad came running from the garden shop across the street, a pair of pruning shears in his hands. "Sorry about the wait, D.W.," he said, panting. "I, uh, had to stand in line." He blinked, looking the scene over. "And I also see that I'm a hair too late..."

"A hair? A hair?" Darkwing grumbled, getting to his feet with Launchpad's help. A moment later he said, "What was that all about, anyway?"

"Well, the guy at the counter wouldn't sell me the shears unless I stood in line like everybody else," Launchpad explained, experimentally clipping the shears in the air as he spoke. "And you wouldn't believe how many people-"

"Not that," the superhero cut his sidekick off. "I meant Liquidator and Bushroot. They had me at their mercy, then just let me go? Obviously, they wanted to keep me preoccupied for some reason. And what are they doing back together, anyway? The Fearsome Five split up! Could this be a comeback?"

Launchpad shrugged. "Well, just because the team broke up doesn't mean they'll all stop hating your guts, D.W."

"Hmmph," Darkwing snorted, taking off his fedora and wringing it dry as he walked towards the Ratcatcher, Launchpad trailing after him. "At any rate, it's safe to say that due to this new development, Hammer-Head Hannigan is the least of my worries. Ech, I'm soaking. Let's drop these two off at the police station and then go home so I can change into a dry suit..."

"Excellent, excellent!" Taurus Bulba was saying. Liquidator, Bushroot, and Megavolt stood before his desk in the old office at the abandoned textile factory, grinning. Hammer-Head stood there, too, but he wasn't grinning. He was sullen as usual.

"My plan is falling into place," the bull continued. "Now comes the time for phase two! Megavolt, it's your turn to go out into the city and do my bidding. This time, it's to S.H.U.S.H. Headquarters for you."

"Right, Taurus Bulba!" Megavolt said, rubbing his gloved hands together. With that, the three villains left the office.

"Everything is working perfectly, eh, Hammer-Head?" Bulba sneered.

"Oh, yes, sir, of course," Hammer-Head said with a sudden, and obviously feigned, burst of enthusiasm.

"Now, get a mop and clean up that," Bulba said as he pointed to the enormous puddle on the floor left behind by the drippy Liquidator.

Hammer-Head sighed and went off to find the mop.