Darkwing put up his fists. “You three better get behind me!” He said to the visitors.
“Scrooge Mcduck? Hide? I think NOT!” Scrooge said, rolling up his sleeves and preparing to swing his cane.
“Scrooge it's just pretend!” Donald said, still oblivious to his injuries. “Uh uncle Donald?” Dewey said poking him on a burn. Donald leaped into the air.
“That hurt!” He said angrily. He thought about that for a second. And suddenly realized he was in a REAL fight!
Launchpad stood next to Scrooge and Darkwing. “You two are outnumbered!” He said bravely.
“That's what you think!” came Drakes voice from the desk. “But I thought…” Launchpad started. The desk flipped over and landed on Launchpad.
Dewey rushed over to help him, but a blast of water came out of a nearby pipe and hit him.
A dog made entirely of Liquid formed from the puddle near Dewey. He grabbed hold of him and laughed. “The Liquidator!”
Darkwing Duck was on guard. “And that other voice can only be…”
A yellow and black clad duck with a red hat jumped out of a trapdoor where the desk was.
“That's right Mallard!” He proclaimed. “Your worst nightmare, Negaduck!”
Darkwing was about to take a step forward when Donald rushed forward. “Let go of Dewey!”
“It seems we have a fight on our hands.” Scrooge said. “What's that saying again?”
Darkwing and Donald glanced at each other and spoke in unison.
“Lets get Dangerous.”