Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

It's another hot, hot, hot scorcher,

as we sweat through the 25th day of this righteous heat wave.

And speaking of hot, here's another one that's burning up the charts.

Oops.

How goes the plumbing, Drakester?

Uh, fine. Fine.

The original Mr. Fix-It has it all...

- under control. - Whoa. Whoa.

Hey, it looks like you need a 3/4 Pinckney flange.

Do I tell you how to lay sidewalks?

Coming through.

Nothing's better for the beverage biz than a good old heat wave.

But why take chances?

How about some complimentary potato chips, sir?

Complimenter-ary? Why, sure.

All natural mineral water, a dollar a cup. What a bargain!

"What a bargain".

What a bargain.

Natural mineral water...

from the tap, naturally.

Behold, one and all.

Gasp in amazement

at the masterpiece of a true plumbing genius.

Genius!

Looks like you could use a 3/4 Pinckney flange, Drakeroo.

I know that. You think the original Mr. Fix-It was born yesterday?

I've got buckets of flanges inside.

Launchpad, what's a Pinckney flange?

Oh, boy, Soft Copy with Tom Lockjaw.

Here at the utterly expensive La Grande Yuppe,

patrons were shocked to find that even the rich and beautiful

can't escape the mysterious plague of disgusting water.

It was horrible. It tasted like musty corduroy pants.

No, it was more like scorched insects.

Yeah, or really cheap zinfandel.

Ew!

Bud Flud, owner of the Sparkling Crystal Pure Flud Water bottling company,

is a foremost leader in water physics.

The problem is, bad-tasting molecules,

that have been around since dinosaur days,

have worked their way into the regular molecules of...

most of my competitors.

Ew! I wouldn't want to drink those!

And with Bud Flud's Sparkling Crystal Pure Flud Water,

I'll never have to.

Ah!

Well, be that as it may,

officials suspect someone's been befouling our bottled waters.

Befouled?

Nobody befouls the drinking water of St. Canard while I'm around.

This is a job for Darkwing Duck!

This is a job for Lawrence of Arabia. Phew.

Hoo-boy, I'll say.

It's hotter than a monkey's uncle.

Let's stop by Beverage King. They've got a huge selection of drinks.

What do you mean, everything's sold out?

Well, everything that doesn't taste like mud.

Hmm. It seems Bud Flud's water's still a hot seller.

As well as our favorite, Koo Koo Fizzy Water.

One of these two will be the next bottler blighted

by this beverage befouling bandit.

Slop, slop, fizz, fizz.

I am the Terror that Flaps in the Night.

Ahhh!

I am the parking meter that expires while you shop.

I am Darkwing Duck!

It's Bud Flud.

That's right, Launchpad.

Flud's been polluting the waters of his competitors

so that his alone will be the only drinkable drink that's...

that can be drunk.

This is the ultimate form of advertising.

Would you rather drink my pure mountain magic

or a big fat monkey brain?

- Hmm... - Your mountain magic, of course.

But you're still going up the river, Mr. Taste...

- Test. - Help me, I'm melting!

Don't be such a baby, Flud.

It's only...

- water. - Where did he go?

All the better. Cases are so much easier when the bad guy offs himself like that.

After the 26th day of this killer heat wave,

we're struggling to keep our tempers cool and our lawns alive.

And, speaking of lawns,

next up is Darlin', I Lawn For You.

Mr. Muddlefoot, sir. I'm from Better Than Your Home and Garden Magazine.

Say, could I photograph your sprinkler system for our cover?

Ha! Sure thing, spud. Knock yourself out.

Oh, a plumbing spectacular to rival

the Imperial Fountains of Sodature. Mmm!

I've got your plumbing spectacular right here.

Get a load of this!

Come on. Whoosh, whoosh, water, water, splash!

Let's go!

Have you tried a 3/4 Pinckney flange?

I don't need no stinking Pinckney flange.

I'm handy. I'm resourceful. I'm ambidextrous.

Cowabunga. Ha, ha!

I'm... going shopping.

Plumber Junction. Drains Are Us.

International House of Hose.

You'd think somebody would carry a 3/4 Pinckney flange.

Hey!

What's going on here? Who are you?

I was once a meager but brilliant bottled water salesman

in the beautiful berg of St. Canard.

Enough of this song and dance. You mean to tell me you're...?

Correction. I was Bud Flud...

before you mercilessly threw me into that contaminated vat of water.

Threw you? You fell into the vat.

I mean, I had nothing to do with that.

We even tried to save you.

Nevertheless, I became the new and improved master of all liquids,

The Liquidator.

Haven't you heard? The wet look is out.

Ew! Yuck!

Are your muscles sore? Tired? Aching?

Try Liquidator brand deep heating rub.

Ooh, water. I'm really scared.

Yow! It's hot!

Not just hot. Boiling.

Looks like this duck's goose is cooked.

Here in the sewers of St. Canard we've taken a local crime fighter

and surrounded him with a wall of boiling water.

Lobster women!

Never mind the seafood, old pal. You just splushed the bad guy.

I did?