Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

I only hope that Darkwing Duck received our signal.

I'm sure that his unique brand of logic and deduction

will shed some light on this case.

But, sir, I must detest. He is not even an agent of SHUSH.

He has absolutely no respect for proper procedures.

He is completely unpredictable.

Precisely why the criminal element fears me.

I am the Terror that Flaps in the Night.

I am the combination lock on the vaults of justice.

I am Darkwing Duck!

Thank you for coming, Darkwing.

We're in a spot of trouble here.

Looks like another bank has been cleaned out -

and I do mean clean.

Of course, disorderly minds such as yours

do not understand the concept of cleanliness.

J. Gander seems to like my disorderly mind.

Could it be that your by-the-book brain has come up blank again?

Ohh! Ohh!

Gentlemen.

Some fiend has succeeded in rubbing out

the entire nation's economy, literally.

This paper was once worth $10,000.

Now, without the ink, it's worthless.

Without printed money, the economy will self-destruct.

The country will be ripe for the plucking.

As Chief Agent Grizzlikof has been unsuccessful in his investigations,

I thought it was time to employ your unique methods.

Probably tired of counting on

a predictable paper-pusher.

I'm sure you understand the urgency.

Time is of the essence.

No problem. I'll get right on it.

Uhh. Darkwing Duck is on the job.

Gee, DW, you're taking chances teasing old Grizzly.

That guy picks his teeth with a crowbar.

Forget that boneheaded bruin.

Grizzlikof can't see past the fine print in the SHUSH field manual.

I'll always be top duck in J. Gander's book,

and that's the only book that counts.

Agent Grizzlikof, have you seen my briefcase?

Hmm.

Cleaning crew coming through.

Please, I have some urgent matters to attend to.

It's really of the utmost importance.

You go right ahead, Director Hooter.

I'll be through in a jiffy.

You won't even know I'm here.

Madam, that's quite enough. You will leave immediately.

All right, just as soon as I take out the trash.

Turn it off! Whoa!

Let me out! You'll pay for this!

Do you have a progress report on your mission, Agent Pine?

Ha! Sure do. It's in the bag.

With SHUSH off my tail and all the money scrubbed,

the banks will go down the drain

like scum in a bathtub.

Then our economic experts will move in to mop up.

Ha! I couldn't put it better myself, High Command. Pine out.

You'll hear from official circles on this...

Keep it down, windfall.

I am the icky bug

that crawls up your trouser leg.

I don't need an appointment, for I am Darkwing Duck!

Um... sorry about the smoke.

Once again you ignore procedures in favor of cheap theatrics.

It's what I do best.

Say, fuzzy, should you be sitting in J. Gander's desk?

I wouldn't think your precious rule book would allow that sort of thing.

For the moment, it is my desk.

What are you talking about?

Director Hooter has been kidnapped.

Wastebasket sparkling, desk completely dust-free.

Microscopic scuff marks indicate the use of a vacuum apparatus.

Hooter has been Hoovered!

Obviously by the villain who's behind the money-laundering scheme.

I'll get right on it. No!

There will be no Darkwing Disaster

chasing after wild hunches this time.

Don't give me that. J. Gander put me on the case himself.

An oversight.

The SHUSH manual states no civilian is to be used as an agent

unless he has passed the standard proficiency test.

If you wish to work on this case,

you will go by the book.

And that's the only book that counts.

This looks bad, DW.

No pictures.

I don't need it anyway.

No book can match the experiences I've lived through.

Perhaps we should begin.

The point of this obstinate course

is to get to the other side alive.

Ha! Child's play.

This isn't half as dangerous as visiting my barber.

Ha! Is that the best you can do, Grizzlikof?

I guess not.

So, he wants to play nasty, eh?

Well, I'll show him how tough I am, even by the book.

The next task will be an underwater endurance test.

Retrieve the microfilm from the bottom of the pool.

With my knowledge of Micronesian breath control?

No problem.

Aah! Back, back, or I'll make a pair of shoes out of you!

That was close.

Hey, closer than you know.

Ahem.

Ow!

You have done better than I expectorated.

Your final test is a simple one.

Oh, really? What am I supposed to do?

Pole-vault a skyscraper? Juggle a battleship?

Play kazoo with the philharmonic?

Just survive.

Good luck, DW.

So, uh, when does the test begin?

Perhaps I am being too soft.

Darkwing Duck emerges once again,

singed but triumphant.

Singed but tri-Singed but - Sin-

Uh-oh.

I... better get a dustpan.

Ha! And Grizzlikof didn't think I could qualify as an agent.

He thought his little test would stop me.

But he didn't know that Darkwing Duck is made of iron,

with nerves of steel, impervious to pain.

That's the old DW. Yeow!

That hurts! Don't do that.

I mean - ahem - let's get on with the case.

According to the manual, we're supposed to fill out

a D-11/6 destination disclosure form before leaving headquarters.

How hard can a simple little form be?

This is worse than the obstacle course.

I can't believe these SHUSH procedure forms.

Sorry, DW. Those are just the forms

for permission to fill out these forms.

Sleeping on SHUSH time?

No. Just going over the fine print.

Because you have passed all the required tests,

I am forced to assign you to the mission.

Ha! It's about time.

Let's get dangerous.

No! There will be no getting dangerous.

You will follow those orders or be off the mission.

Fine, then we'll try it your way.

I've seen more danger in a day-care center.

This whole thing stinks.

What did you expect? This is a diaper truck.

I should be running this operation,

not wasting my time baby-sitting a bank in a diaper truck.

I don't know. I find it kind of relaxing.

Here we go.

Time to remove a little ring-around-the-dollar.

Of course. I should have known.