Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

A mysterious hero protects the City of St. Canard.

He is the terror that flaps in the night...

He is the eraser that rubs out typos of crime.

He is... Gosalynnnn's daaad!

What?

"Eraser... typos of crime... Gosalyn's dad". Gosalyn's dad?

You can't write this.

I don't care if it is a homework assignment.

You can't tell the world I'm Darkwing Duck.

I'm not reading it to the world, just my English class.

It's not like anyone's going to be awake.

Come on, Dad. I gotta write about a member of my family.

That's it! Who says you have to report on a living relative?

Well, the dead ones are kinda uncooperative.

You think so, huh?

How would you like to meet a few?

That depends on how you mean that.

There. One more turn of the wrench

and it's off we go into the wild blue yonder!

Maybe not.

Wait'll you see the Mallard family tree.

Sure! Then I can meet the family bush and family mulch pile.

Hey, hey, hey!

The Mallard family has produced the greatest heroes in history.

Ouch.

Is that you, D.W.?

Eh, do we have that extra cross-differential axle binding?

Not anymore.

Aw, that's our last one.

Say, I know where to find one!

I'm sure they used one in this thing.

But, Dad, I know this sounds incredibly out of character,

but I've got to do my homework.

Not until I show you your family history.

I read about my heroic forebears all the time!

Well, maybe not all the time.

You'll see that heroism isn't just a family tradition,

it's genetic.

Whoa! Your ancestors were professional wrestlers?

No, that is my great-great-

great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad.

The first hero on the Mallard family tree...

Webwulf the barbarian.

He was a great barbarian warrior...

And the inventor of the wheel.

Pretty impressive, eh?

No kidding'!

I wonder what are the royalties on something' like the wheel?

Ah, here we go!

This is my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad,

the chivalrous Sir Quackmire Mallard...

Knight of the realm, hero of the Duck ages.

This gallant ancestor of mine not only saved damsels in distress...

I am so distressed.

But, he was the first pole-vaulter in Merry Olde England.

My hero!

This book is way cool.

Hey, who's this?

Ah, my great-great-granddad...

Sheriff Quack Mallardson,

otherwise known as the Whittlin' Kid...

The fastest draw west of Nacogdoches.

They say his six guns carved quite a path in the old west.

Whittlin' desperados like kindling.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess you could say heroism runs thick

in the ol' Mallard veins.

Are swelled heads genetic, too?

What? Listen, young lady, you'd better be more...

What's going on?

Major meltdown! It looks like someone put a penny in the fuse box again.

Silence. This smacks of the chicanery of that kingpin of kilowatts... Megavolt!

Well, duh!

Launchpad, let's get danger...

What? What are you doing with the time top?

Just gettin' a part for the Thunderquack.

Uh-oh!

Launchpad!

I knew that thing would be trouble when we took it from Quackerjack.

Now Launchpad is lost in time.

I'm back! Oh, I'm back!

Interesting fashion statement, though.

Oh, boy, it's good to see you guys!

You know, I spent the last three years in ancient Rome invading Goth.

I finally fixed the time top and got back.

You're talking' to Launchpadius McQuackus,

centurion third class.

Come on, Caesar, as I said three years ago,

let's get dangerous!

What am I supposed to do for fun?

Your homework!

What kind of fun can ya have doin' home...

On second thought...

I might not mind this homework assignment at all!.

Whoa, and the Romans were so primitive!!

No cars, no toenail clippers, no deodorant...huh!

Whew, boy! Was there no deodorant!

And pizza. You'd think they'd have a pizzeria or two.

But all they had were statues.

Statues, statues, statues.

Everywhere you looked, statues!

Oh, these barbarians! How dare they do this to you!

Locking you away in the dark!

It's... it's shocking!

But don't you worry, my little 20-watt tootsie,

Soon you'll be free.

Free to shine whenever you want for as long as you want.

No more darkness for you!

You are in the dark?

Just what are you doing?

Ah! Here's the heartless taskmaster now!

What? You've got your nerve!

No. I've got yours.

Or, your nervous energy, to be exact.

You won't be needing it.

And I've got a much more important use for it!

So long, everybody!

Don't ever change.

You certainly never change, Chuckles.

Oh, not again.

Haven't you learned crime does not pay?

Maybe not, but the benefits package is great.

Whew! That was close, huh, Launchpad?

Launchpad?

Oh, no!

That's some of my best work.

Neo-postmodern with a classical motif.

It needs something, or should I say "someone."

Well, I always wanted a statue of me in this town.

Go ahead, Mega-Dolt.

Darkwing Duck can take it!

I'm made of sterner stuff, because I'm a hero, darn it!

And heroes do stuff like this.

What was... huh?

Hi, Dad! Is this worth some extra credit on my homework?

I thought you liked having a family reunion.

Look, Gosalyn. You just don't go flitting through time

higgledy piggledy rearranging history.

Has it occurred to you

that if we don't get my ancestors back to their time,,

that there won't be a Darkwing Duck in this time?

Oi, bummer.

Oh, sorry, Granddad, but, uh...we've got to get to the time top

and send you all home.

Reckon that might be hard,

seeing as Webwulf there took a dislike to that contraption.

But verily, Heleigh thinks he thought it a demon important.

He really was quite adamant about it.

Webwulf smash!

Heh heh. Sort of a barbarian thing.

But I'm sure Launchpad can fix it.

Oh, yeah.

Poor Lunchpad. Will he ever be okay again?

Don't worry, Gos.

We'll force Megavolt to return his nervous energy.

and P will be as good as new.

Tha...hat...hat's good.

In the meantime, can I take him to art class?

We have finals coming up.

Kidding.

All right, Granddad. I guess you can all stay for a while.

Gosalyn will take you back to Darkwing Tower.

You can't leave 'em behind.

You said they were great time travelers.

They can help you slam-dunk Megavolt!

Hmm. They would come in handy.

All right, Dad, whatever you say. Back they go.

Let-let-let-let's not be hasty, Gosalyn.

This is a group of the greatest heroes of all time.

We stand for justice. No one can stop us!

Excuse me, is this the lost and found?

I guess so. I found you... and you lose!

All right, everybody say, "free-eze."

Scatter, granddads!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Go ahead and run.

You can't stop me forever!

Whoa!

Webwulf smash!

Can we talk about this?

Thataway, Webwulf! Waste 'im!

Ha ha ha!

Huh?