In-Production

Chapter 3

There was no other way to describe it. Hatred was exactly what it was. Dread was also another adjective that fit well with this predicament. He just never thought that this would ever have occurred. He knew that he was in the acting business and he knew that you were supposed to take what you could get, but honestly, he just didn't know if he could handle this.

This was just too absurd. Yes, he had gone a little overboard when the subject had come up. But what was he supposed to do! Just let it happen!

Darkwing groaned as he looked at the costume before him. That? He had to be that!

Darkwarrior Duck.

"Oh, has it really come to this!" shrieked Darkwing melodramatically, his head back as he looked up, his posture slouched where he stood.

"Dad, you're really blowing this out of proportion…." muttered Gosalyn as she stood beside her father, who couldn't keep his eyes off the Darkwarrior outfit. She had her arms crossed, unimpressed, and slightly bored. She was wearing the trademark purple jersey with her red hair in pigtails.

Darkwing took in a deep breath, having heard this several times now. His shoulders slumped. "Gosalyn, you just DON'T understand! I'm not supposed to be a bad guy!" His voice was high pitched and whiny, which Gosalyn did not leave out as she inspected her father's childish actions.

"What are you whining about now, Darkwing?" came a deep unimpressed voice from behind the father and daughter. The two of them turned around to see a frowning, bored looking Negaduck standing behind them with his arms crossed over his yellow suit, his dark eyes boring into their own.

Gosalyn, seemingly unaffected by Negaduck's droning glare, spoke up first. "Oh, he's just upset because he has to play the vi-" Darkwing covered her mouth to keep her from continuing, pulling her close as the young duckling struggled in his grasp. Darkwing held onto his struggling daughter tightly and Negaduck could tell it was taking most of the other mallard's strength to do so.

Darkwing laughed nervously, his feathers flustered as beads of sweat fell down the side of his face. "Haha. Don't….pay any…attention to her, Negs. She's just joking around!"

Negaduck just stood there and watched the pair, his face emotionless and unchanging. Gosalyn then elbowed her father in the ribs, making the older duck heave in shock, the wind taken out of him slightly, his eyes wide. "Ooooh…!" he wheezed, sucking in as much air as he could. He rubbed at the spot Gosalyn had hit. "No need to slug me!" he glared at his daughter, just managing to catch his breath.

"She's quite a pistol. It still astounds me that she's yours" snickered Negaduck. Darkwing just glared at Negaduck, deciding not to comment.

Gosalyn, on the other hand, smoothed her jersey shirt and hair and looked up at them, watching them talk. "Actually, what I was TRYING to say, is that's he's upset about Darkwarrior!" She glanced up at her father, a triumphant gleam in her eye, feeling all the more smug when Darkwing gave her a scolding look.

"Darkwarrior?" echoed Negaduck, sounding slightly confused. His gaze then turned to where Darkwarrior's suit was on a hanger on top of a door that led to the set. "Ah, yes." he turned his cool gaze back to Darkwing. "Darkwarrior…Is that what you're wearing?" His question almost sounded incredulous.

Darkwing crossed his arms and nodded, looking the other way. He sat there and waited for the humiliation to begin. When Negaduck still had said nothing several minutes later, Gosalyn and Darkwing looked over at the other duck to see him glaring at the Darkwarrior suit.

"Negs?" prodded Darkwing.

"Hold it….." Negaduck sneered, his eyes narrowing behind his black mask. He looked up at Darkwing, who gulped in alarm. "You mean to tell me that you are a villain in ONE freakin' episode and you get a better costume than me!" he roared. Gosalyn and Darkwing simply looked at each other, not entirely sure how to respond. "I mean, I have nothing against my current attire, but just LOOK at that thing! It's a work of art! Ingenious!" he let out a frustrated grunt. "I don't see what you're complaining about Darky. You get the best costume this dump has made and you're still not happy. I'd play Darkwarrior in a heartbeat if it meant I got to wear that."

The wheels in Gosalyn's mind began to turn after he spoke these words, her eyes narrowing as her mind plotted her next idea. "So, you say, you want to play Darkwarrior?"

Negaduck regarded the little duckling and her question for a moment before answering. He shrugged. "I don't know. Look, I'm just here to get my paycheck and I saw Darky over here crying so I figured I'd see what his problem was THIS time."

Darkwing glared at Negaduck. "I resent that!" he paused. "And I wasn't crying."

"You may as well have been!" snapped Negaduck in reply. His attention then went back to the Darkwarrior suit before him. "I don't know, though. I guess I could play him."

"Well, that works! Because dad here doesn't want to, but YOU do. So why don't you two switch places!" exclaimed Gosalyn, beaming at her own brilliance.

"WHAT!" shouted both mallards at once. Negaduck and Darkwing both looked down at Gosalyn with wide eyes.

Gosalyn just rolled her eyes at their reaction. "Oh, honestly, you've done it before!"

"We have not, little missy!" replied Darkwing.

"I think she's talking about when we've acted" Negaduck commented calmly. Darkwing blinked at him, which made Negaduck grunt in annoyance as he rolled his eyes. "'Just Us Justice Ducks!' Do you remember that episode?"

Darkwing frowned deeply. "Yes, I do" he hissed, folding his arms neatly across his chest.

"Then you'll recall when I, "Negaduck", posed as you, "Darkwing" in order to get into S.H.U.S.H. headquarters" continued the yellow clad duck.

Darkwing's posture suddenly sagged. "Oh, right….So we HAVE switched places before…" he sheepishly looked down at Gosalyn, who just gave him a 'told you so" expression. His expression then turned from sheepish to defensive. "So….so what are you saying? Are you saying we switch places for a day!"

"Well, at least until this episode is over!" retorted Gosalyn.

Negaduck and Darkwing looked up at each other, both wondering the same thing. If they could pull it off. It was true; they were identical in looks, but nothing more. Their similarities ran short after that. They were as opposite as night and day. After several long minutes of silent debating, Negaduck finally cleared his throat.

"Well, for one thing, it would solve your problem, Darky." he began. He then snickered, giving Darkwing an innocent expression as he spoke more softly and in a fake, concerned voice. "Of course, it would help Mr. Darky, with his fear of being…." he gasped, slapping his face slightly. "A villain!"

Darkwing glared at Negaduck's mockery. "Heaven forbid if I don't want to be a villain!" he then walked up close to Negaduck and got right into his face. "That's what big tough bullies like you are for. We heroes need morons like you to cause trouble…"

Negaduck just raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that how it goes?" his voice was filled with sarcasm.

Darkwing leaned back, no longer in Negaduck's face. "Fine!" he snapped. "We'll switch places." He glanced around the set around them. "But no one can know!"

Negaduck groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically. "No, dip, Sherlock!" he scowled in his deep voice. "Of COURSE we won't tell anyone!" Both mallards then suddenly shifted their attention to Gosalyn, who was standing between them, looking up at them as she gave them her best innocent face.

"I won't tell anyone!" she declared. She then looked fierce. "How dare you both think that I WOULD tell someone!" Her rambunctious and high spirited nature was showing when she glared up at both of them, never ready to willingly give up on a fight.

"You have spunk, kid. I've always liked that about you…." muttered Negaduck. To Darkwing though, he spoke more gruffly, "Alright, let's get this over with. Give me your script." He snatched the script from Darkwing the moment after the masked mallard managed to grab it from his actor's chair a few feet away.

Darkwing rolled his eyes at Negaduck's behavior. "Now, look" he took a glance over towards the set, where Myers was working with one of the stage hands, already looking disgruntled. Negaduck and Gosalyn both seemed to follow his gaze and already knew what was silently being said. "Myers is already on edge after what happened last night with Quackerjack-"

Negaduck straightened his posture, having been leaning in towards Darkwing as they whispered. "Yeah, what IS that about Quackerjack? What happened?"

"He kissed Megavolt on the cheek" droned Gosalyn just beside him. Her beak was upturned into a disgusted face. She never did have the stomach for such affections.

Negaduck shared her expression. "WHAT!" he looked up at Darkwing, as though hoping for a different answer.

Darkwing just shrugged, looking away. "Yeah, that's what happened. You know, I always knew Quacky was nuts, I just didn't think he was THAT nuts."

Negaduck shuddered, grunting in displeasure just at the very thought. "Subject change" he demanded, no longer wishing to discuss the topic involving Quackerjack and his recent actions. Darkwing glanced over at Myers once more, who was now looking as though he wanted to rip his hair out as the stage hand was obviously flustered as he tried to do what the director wanted him to do.

Darkwing took off his infamous purple fedora hat and handed it to Negaduck, who did the same thing; taking off his red fedora hat and handing it to Darkwing, both of them looking wary of the whole idea.

There was a lot of time to kill in between takes, since every scene had to be lit, camera angles had to be set and properly geared, the set itself had to be worked with, making sure every little minute detail was correct and placed where it needed to be. The current scene was focused on Gosalyn as she pokes around, in hopes to figure out what is going on around the strange St. Canard that was being overrun by Darkwarrior Duck.

Gosalyn was currently standing on the set, griping about how the hairdresser on the set shouldn't worry about her hair so much and should worry about her own hair.

"Leave it! I don't care how bad my hair looks!" she snapped at the blonde hairdresser. Having been Gosalyn's hairdresser since day one of shooting the Darkwing Duck series, she was used to the duckling's antics.

During the time between takes, it was common for the other actors to gather around and talk, even if they weren't in the episode. It was time for them to relax, possibly talk about the upcoming scene, or simply anything is general.

Bushroot and Liquidator happened to be the two actors, other than Negaduck, who were visiting the set. Bushroot was near the drinking fountain near the right side of the large space beyond the set, currently chatting up one particular extra from the show that he had found an interest of talking to ever since his first appearance. Rhoda Dendron, the brown haired, middle aged, duck who had played Bushroot's love interest in the very first episode he had guest starred in, "Beauty and the Beet".

Rhoda, unlike her character on the show, was not nearly as into science, having gone into the acting career, but knew Bushroot was a great botanist on and off set, which inspired her. She wore her brown hair down, a light purple dress showing her curvy figure, and glasses; a similar outfit to what she had worn in the episode.

Bushroot blushed, looking down at the ground after Rhoda made a comment about his acting the other day, placing a leafy hand up to his mouth to hide his smile. He had done nothing wrong that day, but he never was one to enjoy watching himself on screen. He enjoyed acting, but he always was embarrassed to see himself perform on screen and Rhoda knew this very well. She loved teasing him as she pointed out his acting skills. She was not trying to degrade his acting or make him feel lousy and depressed about it. Not at all. She also made sure Bushroot understood this.

Bushroot knew this and enjoyed speaking with her. In fact, for the last few weeks, the two of them had become an item and it was obviously noticeable to the cast and crew members. Everyone could tell that they were now a couple. Every day, the two of them would meet and talk for several hours on the set, quietly in their own little world. When asked, Bushroot explained that on days that they weren't on the set they were off somewhere else. Either at his Greenhouse, or her apartment, or a little coffee shop, or the bookstore, or wherever they decided to go.

No one commented, even Myers. "So long as you are both quiet on set, that's all I care about" he had stated briefly on the subject when it had been brought to his attention, and coming from Myers, that was as close as they would get to a compliment. Everyone else on the set congratulated them on hearing about their relationship. All but one.

Across from the set, off in his own little world as he stood in a dark shadowy corner, stood Liquidator, his liquid arms crossed over his chest, his dog ears bent downwards, and his lips down turned into a malicious frown. He eyed the pair from across the room, his eyes peering deeply at the mutant plant duck that continued to blush as he tried defending himself against Rhoda's bad acting accusations.

He felt his liquid body gurgle with jealousy. What did his Reggie, his little sapling, see in that slut who had the lucky chance to be Bushroot's love interest?

'Well,' a voice in Liquidator's mind countered, 'He's not technically YOUR little sapling. If only you had gotten the nerve to tell him sooner about your feelings, this probably wouldn't be a problem!'

Liquidator let out a sound that sounded like something between a groan and sigh of grief. He had been afraid to tell Bushroot of his feelings. Afraid that he would scare him off. Out of all the other actors he worked with here on the series, Bushroot was the one he could relate to the most. It was obvious why. Plants and water were always meant to be, so it only made sense that the two actors got along so well together. However, Rhoda had interrupted that time with them, snatching away Bushroot's attention from himself to the point where they now hardly had time to hang out and be with one another.

Liquidator glanced over and watched as a forlorn and depressed looking Quackerjack walked up the liquid dog, dragging along a chair behind him. It was the jester's acting chair, which had paint stains all over it, which proved all the more that it was his chair. Liquidator did a double take, eyeing the jester with wide, alarmed eyes. Never before had he ever seen the jester look so dismayed. Quackerjack's usually happy and cheerful mannerisms had disappeared. The bells at the end of his hat were no longer jingling, the ends drooping down instead of bouncing back and forth with Quackerjack's movements. Quackerjack turned away for a moment to look behind him, his crazed eyes searching. Liquidator just stood there, still in the same position, cautiously waiting.

Quackerjack took in a deep breath and sighed almost dismissively as he turned back around towards his friend, closing his eyes. Had the duck not been wearing Quackerjack's clothes and looked identical to him, Liquidator would have thought that this was someone else and not his happy go lucky jester friend.

Quackerjack set the chair down next to where Liquidator was standing and the watery canine noted how sluggish the duck's movements were. Quackerjack plopped down in the chair, looking as though he was about to start sobbing, which, Liquidator sadly thought, was a possibility.

Trying his best to compose himself to have a conversation, Quackerjack finally spoke up at length, "You looked like you needed someone to talk to…."

'Oh God,' Liquidator thought, 'even his voice sounds depressing.' Just being near the jester made Liquidator feel slightly suicidal.

"It would appear that you are the one who needs someone to talk to. A therapist for depression, per chance?" offered Liquidator, deciding to state the obvious instead of beating around the bush. Quackerjack shook and bit back a sob at this, taking in a shuddering breath. This earned him a concerned glance from Liquidator. "Might I ask what is wrong?"

Quackerjack took a moment to answer, but when he did, it was a non-answer. "You've been staring at Bushy again…." he spoke softly and dejectedly.

Liquidator froze, not moving save for the flow of his watery form, not having expected Quackerjack to make that comment. He glanced over at Quackerjack, who was just staring out in front of him, out towards Bushroot and Rhoda's direction, slumped in his chair. Liquidator had made sure to keep his feelings for Bushroot private, knowing that it would be unwise to let even his close friend Quackerjack know.

Choosing his words carefully, Liquidator finally said, "And why, my dear friend, did you say that?" his usual jargon voice was off, not sounding as boisterous and conceited as his character on the show used.

Quackerjack gave a soft snort. "You're glaring at Rhoda. I can tell. You can't stand her…" Again, Quackerjack's voice was soft and it wasn't a question. Before Liquidator could reply, he saw Quackerjack squirm in his seat when Megavolt walked up to Bushroot, who had still been talking to Rhoda, and tapped the mutant on the shoulder.

Liquidator watched the exchange, a grin forming on his lips when he saw Rhoda leave a moment later. Quackerjack and Liquidator watched in silence as Bushroot and Megavolt talked on the other side of the room. Megavolt looked anxious and upset, sparks of electricity sparkling along the tips of his fingers.

Quackerjack took in a deep breath and forced himself to lean back in the chair, having been leaning forward once he saw Megavolt arrive.

"Wonder what's wrong with ol' Megs. He looks as though he's forgotten something again. Wonder what it is THIS time…" commented Liquidator noncommittally.

Quackerjack's lips formed a straight line as he bit back another sob. A moment later, he calmed down and tried to act uncaring towards the question. He shrugged. "Dunno…" he sighed, sounding a bit more like himself. "Maybe he forgot his lines again…" he fiddled with his fingers, trying to find a distraction. A thought then struck him, and he quickly pulled out Mr. Banana Brain.

Raising his arm and sticking it up in Liquidator's face, the doll asked, "So what has you all frazzled, Dazzle?" Liquidator regarded the banana doll with little interest, noting that the jester was obviously feeling a little bit better if he was using Mr. Banana Brain's high pitched voice.

"Nothing. You are the one who went on assuming that I was….'frazzled' to begin with. But not before accusing me of hating Rhoda" shot back Liquidator, nonplussed.

"'Hate' is such a strong word…" scolded Quackerjack, finally tearing his eyes off Megavolt and Bushroot and looking up at his canine companion. "I would never accuse you of hating someone." he gave Liquidator a sly look. "You came up with that accusation all by yourself, which leads me to believe that you DO 'hate' her…" Had he been in a better mood, Liquidator knew the jester would have fallen into a fit of giggles.

Letting out an errant grunt, Liquidator shook his head. "I don't 'hate' her….its just that she's always on the set! She's an extra. An extra who doesn't even have to be here half the time and yet there she is! Hogging up space!"

Quackerjack didn't reply at first, but simply watched the exchange between Bushroot and Megavolt. The electrical rodent looked around him, eyeing to see who was around, and then leaned in toward Bushroot and whispered something into the botanist's ear.

Quackerjack's grip on the armrest of his chair tightened tensely. Quackerjack seethed as he watched the interaction between Bushroot and Megavolt. He wanted to know what was going on. What could they possibly have to say to each other that was so secret?

He shook his head, focusing on the present and knowing Liquidator was looking at him suspiciously. He turned a bit in his actor's chair, now facing the liquid canine. "'Hogging up space?' Or hogging attention?" he enunciated the last word specifically.

Liquidator glared at the jester. "What are you getting at?"

Quackerjack gave Liquidator the most serious face he could muster, which made Liquidator slosh back a bit. "Like I said, you've been staring at Bushroot again. I've seen the way you look at him all the time." he glanced back at Megavolt, who was no longer whispering into Bushroot's ear, but now just standing there, still looking anxious as he looked back and forth between the set, watching everyone go by as they did their jobs. He turned back to Liquidator. "I'll keep your secret if you keep mine" he rushed.

Liquidator blinked at him, his own gaze looking over at Bushroot, then back to the jester before him. "Alright…" Liquidator slowly agreed.

"You heard what happened last night?" began Quackerjack. Liquidator answered in a negative shake of the head. "Well…" he glanced over at Megavolt and motioned for Liquidator to look as well. "Megavolt and I….have been seeing each other…" He spoke in a whisper, making it hard for Liquidator to hear what he had said.

"You mean-" stuttered Liquidator, trying to grasp what was going on. He couldn't even finish his sentence.

Quackerjack nodded. "Yeah….For a while now. And last night I….accidentally lost control and kissed him on the cheek, forgetting that we were still on set….Myers didn't take it very well….We've been trying to keep it a secret because we know its not right! We know what everyone will say if they find out!"

Liquidator didn't say anything, his expression unreadable as he turned back to look at Bushroot and Megavolt. "I thought it was just me…" whispered Liquidator.

Quackerjack just watched him attentively, waiting to see what was going to happen next. Neither of them seemed to be aware of the world around them.

Myers was calling out to everyone that the next scene was going to start in five minutes, but neither of them seemed to care. It didn't matter to them what was going on, because neither of them were currently in the scene being shot. Everyone scrambled to get where they needed to be, knowing that Myers would have their heads if they did not hurry.

"You're right….I DO hate Rhoda…." Liquidator said at length.

The side of Quackerjack's beak twitched just before he said, "You shouldn't hate.."

Liquidator smirked at him, which Quackerjack reciprocated. "But it's true. I have had feelings for Reggie…..My Reggie, for quite some time now…I just wish she would stop talking to him, stop being around him, because I know that as long as she's around, Reggie won't even look twice at me…"

Quackerjack nodded, knowing that this was true. "They're dating, aren't they?"

Liquidator shuddered at his question, reluctantly nodding. "Yes.." he grated on bared teeth. "They are…"

Quackerjack frowned, not being able to imagine what it would be like to love someone who didn't love them back. He loved Megavolt so much and it had all happened so suddenly. Neither of them had planned their current relationship, it was just that they got along so well together and they loved being near each other all the time.

"Alright everyone! Quiet on the set!" shouted Myers, causing everyone to look up at the director, who was standing in front of the set. "It'll be about another twenty minutes before we have this scene lit, and frankly, I am hearing a little too much talking and not enough action. Now SHUT UP!"

Quackerjack met Myers' gaze, who gave him a menacing glare. "Quackerjack!" he called the jester over.

Quackerjack flinched at the shout of his name and bracingly walked over to his director, dreading the conversation he was about to have, even if he didn't fully know what it was going to be about.

This had grabbed Megavolt's attention as well who was watching from where he was still standing beside Bushroot.

"Hello, Quackerjack" sneered Myers. "Are you behaving today?"

Quackerjack couldn't help but feel anger build up inside of him. It was because of this man that he wasn't allowed to be near Megavolt anymore. Because of this man and his ignorance.

"Yes, Myers. I am.." sighed Quackerjack, casting his gaze to the left, not really caring what Myers had to say.

"Good. No more problems?" continued Myers, twisting the pen that was in his hands back and forth. Quackerjack forced himself not to roll his eyes.

"Yes, Myers…" he droned on, his voice sounding dull and uncaring.

Giving him a triumphant look of satisfaction, Myers walked away, twirling the pen in his hand. Quackerjack glared after him, wishing desperately that he would drop the pen and look like a fool.

It was then that someone tapped him in the shoulder. Turning around, Quackerjack was surprised to see Megavolt. The rodent looked almost shy and hesitant. "Hey, Quacky….I was just wondering… if you were ready for today's scene? You know, the one after this one?"

Quackerjack just looked at him, fighting back the urge to gently hold his hand or touch the rodent's cheek. "Umm…Yeah, I am. How about you? You haven't forgotten your lines, have you?"

Megavolt didn't reply at first, needing a moment's thought. "I….I don't think I've forgotten…"

Quackerjack gave him a sad smile. "Oh, Megs, what am I going to do with you?" He looked over to see Bushroot still standing where he was, obviously waiting after for Megavolt to come back. "Hanging out with Bushy, eh?"

Megavolt turned to glance at Bushroot, then back to Quackerjack. "Yeah, I am. And you're hanging out with Liquidator I noticed. Not that there's anything wrong with that" shrugged Megavolt. Quackerjack nodded. It seemed obvious to them both that they were using Bushroot and Liquidator as substitutes for one another.

Myers came out from one of the dressing rooms, making both friends to take several feet back from each other. "See you in a bit" said Megavolt briskly, before walking back to where Bushroot was waiting.

"Yeah…." sighed Quackerjack, watching him go. He then walked back over to where Liquidator was standing. He took in a deep breath and let it out, slumping back down into his chair. "Do you see what I now have to deal with because of one little kiss? I may as well not even be dating Megavolt anymore, at this rate."

"I don't understand what the big deal is. So you don't hang out on set. What about when you guys aren't working?" Liquidator pointed out. "I mean, Myers can't completely control your love lives."

Quackerjack nodded, knowing this was true, but to him it didn't matter. "But Likky, Megavolt is in a lot of episodes! Haven't you ever noticed! He's the main villain in the series! Or at least, one of them! Out of all of us actors who make up the Fearsome Five, he's the villain that is in the most episodes. He's right up there with Negaduck!" Quackerjack quipped back, his depressing voice gone and replaced with a desperate one. "And since he's in so many episodes, he's here the majority of the time! Here where Myers is!"

Liquidator nodded slowly. Out of the blue, he reached out his arm and beckoned Quackerjack into a hug, which the jester gratefully accepted. It was a short hug, but it was what they both needed.

Outside of the dressing rooms, beside the actor's trailers, stood Darkwing, nervously picking at the material of the yellow suit he was currently wearing. Although it was exactly like his purple jacket that he wore all the time, it still didn't feel right on him. It was too bright. He felt as though he was standing out and was uncomfortable by wearing such a flashy color, usually accustomed to wearing a dark shade of purple. The red fedora hat and black mask didn't help either.

He forced himself to stop fidgeting. He reminded himself that Negaduck didn't fidget, which was who he was supposed to be at the moment. He had to pretend to be Negaduck while the other duck pretended to him while acting as Darkwarrior.

Darkwing groaned, realizing the more he thought about this whole plan, the more he grew apprehensive about it. But it was too late; Myers was ready and in a few minutes, Negaduck was going to come out of his dressing room and go act as Darkwarrior. There was no time to turn back now.

As he thought this, the door to his dressing room opened and out came Negaduck, dressed currently as Darkwarrior Duck. Darkwing was impressed. The outfit didn't look too bad on him.

Negaduck came down the few steps from the dressing room, regarding Darkwing casually. "You're dressing room smells like baby shampoo" remarked Negaduck.

Darkwing looked affronted, placing his hands on his hips. "It's my cologne!" he argued.

"I suggest putting some thought into buying new cologne" replied Negaduck distastefully, fixing the end of his sleeve. He turned to Darkwing, scowling. "Please try not to stretch my clothes out too much…"

Darkwing stared at him wide eyed as he watched Negaduck walk towards the set. "Hey! I'm no fatter than you are!"

"You keep telling yourself that" assured Negaduck grimly. "And remember, " he walked up closer to Darkwing. "You're me now. So don't be all whiny and obnoxious. I have a reputation to uphold around here." He cast the area around them a apathetic look.

Darkwing poked Negaduck in the chest. "Well, YOU need to remember that you're me now too! So don't go snapping and yelling at people! You act like me, I'll act like you. Keep it even!"

"Whatever" sighed Negaduck impassively, turning again to leave.

Darkwing watched him go, praying that everything would work out the way it was planned.

Author's Note:

Well, I finally updated this. And I'm actually very thrilled of how this chapter turned out. I added some more stories into the story, instead of just focusing on Megavolt and Quackerjack, which is what was suggested by my friends. J I think it was a turn for the best. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon.