Grand Theft Item of Sentimental Value

    Another busy day in St. Canard. On the west side of town, Jim's Diner was busy with patrons in there for the delicious pizzas, burgers and ice cream treats the place specialized in. The jukebox in the corner was cranking out tunes, and in the middle of it all, a beautiful young platinum blonde duck with aqua blue eyes, dressed in a pink and white striped waitress uniform, white apron and pink high heels was serving hot fudge sundaes to a couple out on a date. This was Angel McDrake. Angel was 21, and lived in Duckburg, but worked here in St. Canard. She was the adopted daughter of Jed and Nelly, friends of her mother Emily, who was murdered when Emily was a small child by her father Keith, who had inflicted horrific abuse on both his wife and child. Keith had even tried to kill Angel when she was 9, and this lead to his arrest and incarceration in prison. Jed and Nelly, not related or married to one another, but just two separate friends of Emily's, then teamed up to care for Angel and petitioned to legally adopt her in a sort of joint adoption. And in the process, Angel gained an older brother named Jake, Jed's son from his marriage to a woman named Vivian, who died of a terrible illness. Angel smiled as she thought of her adopted brother and how much she loved him and his wacky, offbeat sense of humor. He had a knack for making her laugh. She touched the silver crescent moon and stars locket on a chain around her neck as she thought of her birth mother and her foster family. The locket had been Emily's, and it was one of only a few items she was able to hold on to after her mother died.

"Angel, pepperoni pizza and colas for the family at table 5", said Jim, the owner and head chef at the diner, snapping Angel out of her thoughts.

"Yes sir, I'm on it", she replied and went to deliver the pizza and colas to the awaiting customers.

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    8 pm, and Angel's shift was over. Angel hung up her apron, put her jacket on, and grabbed her purse.

"See you tomorrow Jim", Angel called out to her boss.

"See you tomorrow kiddo", the middle-aged duck in the green shirt and brown pants replied from behind the counter.

Then Angel headed out the door to catch the #35 bus heading into Duckburg.

As Angel walked along to the bus stop, she looked forward to a nice soak in a warm bubble bath to unwind at the end of the day. Maybe a nice dish of pralines and cream ice cream too, Angel thought. But as she passed by a darkened alleyway, she felt a hand grab her arm and forcefully yank her into the alley. There, she was confronted by a rough-looking stranger who wasn't a beagle, but boy, did he look like he would fit in with the Beagle Boys. The muscular thug held a gun up to Angel's face and said "Okay lady, hand over yer money, and I won't damage that pretty face a' yers". Angel froze, shocked by the whole situation playing out. "Do it! Hand it over!", the thug shouted, holding the gun to the side of Angel's neck. Angel, suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation and fearing for her life, did as she was told. "That's a good girl", said the thug, and then he noticed the sparkling locket necklace around Angel's neck. "Say, that's a pretty sparkler 'round yer neck. I think I'll take that too. Hand it over", he said. Angel clutched the locket to her chest, a horrified look flitting across her face. "No, please don't take that. It's of no value to you, but it means a lot to me. It was my mothers. She died when I was very young", Angel pleaded. "Too bad," said the thug, not convinced by Angel's claims of the necklace's low monetary value, "Hand it over!" Angel hesitated, reluctant to part with her treasured locket. But then the thug held the gun to the side of her head and yelled "I said hand it over! NOW lady, or you won't live to see yer next birthday!" Angel, in fear for her life, finally relented and handed over her cherished necklace. "Atta girl", the crook said, then shoved Angel to the ground and turned and ran away into the night.

    For several minutes, Angel just sat there, but then she cautiously got up, and looked around to see that the thug wasn't lurking somewhere nearby. Seeing that the coast was clear, she made her way to a nearby bench and sat down, very shaken by what just transpired. She couldn't believe what just happened! And the loss of her mother's locket was the worst part of it. It was irreplacable, and such an important link to her mother. How would she ever get it back? Angel placed her face in her hands, hung her head, and cried at her loss. 

    • GizmoDuck
      GizmoDuck

      Gizmoduck was having a much better evening. He had stopped several fires, given a rousing impromptu speech at a narcoleptics anonymous meeting (the snores seemed very inspired at any rate), balanced Mr. McDuck's check book (on the tip of his finger for two solid minutes a new record!) and saved a kitten from a tree.  Feeling very pleased with himself indeed he cruised through the city wondering if he should just pack it in for the evening. After all he had already done so much good and early to bed meant early to rise to repeat the cycle of righteousness once more!

      Ah but... pausing at a crosswalk (looking both ways twice and waiting for the walking signal naturally) he noticed a devastated looking young lady crying on a nearby bench and... well maybe he had a little more good to do. A handkerchief would be offered to the distraught woman.

      "Pardon me Ms. but... whatever is the matter? Misplaced your bus ticket? Missed the big shoe sale at Freaky Frank's Fabulous Footwear? Had your poodle stolen by aliens disguised as members of the department of environmental management? The cads. That'd be three this week. Problematic poodle pilferers."

      • Angel McDrake
        Angel McDrake

        Angel looked up, and was surprised to see, of all people, Gizmoduck, standing there. She had heard much about the armor-clad hero, and seen the news reports and newspaper articles about him. She had heard word that he was a very kind, caring hero, and was quite impressed by his heroism and his dedication to defending the world from villians like that awful Negaduck. She never thought she'd ever meet him though.

        "Oh, Gizmoduck', she said, "Actually, it's miss. And no, the reason I'm crying is I was just attacked in that alley over there." She pointed in the direction of the scene of the theft, "Some thug dragged me into the alley and robbed me at gunpoint. He took my money, but the worst part is, he took the necklace I was wearing. That necklace has great sentimental value to me. It once belonged to my mother. She died when I was very young". Tears continued to roll down her face at the loss of her precious link to her mother.

        • GizmoDuck
          GizmoDuck

          Gizmoduck looked at the indicated alley as if it was the one who had physically assaulted her. That is to say with a reproachful frown.  He made a discouraged sounding "Hrm." and took her hand gently putting the handkerchief in it.

          "I am terribly sorry that happened to you Miss. How long ago did this occur? Can you describe your attacker? Was he wearing an ID card with his name on it, that is always very helpful. Did he mention where he likes to go to gloat after his robberies? Any muttering of his favorite color? His preference in pasta firmness? No matter if he didn't I will not rest until this maternal memento is returned to you! Now... dry your eyes and maybe you can recall for me which way he went?"

          • Angel McDrake
            Angel McDrake

            "Oh thank you Gizmoduck," Angel said as she wiped away the tears with the handkerchief and managed a smile, grateful for Gizmoduck's offer of help, "that's very kind of you". She knew that if anyone could get her treasured locket back, it was Gizmoduck. "By the way, my names Angel. Angel McDrake", she said, introducing herself, then continued ,"the robbery occured about 20 minutes ago or so, it happened so fast. I didn't see an ID card, and he never mentioned any of those other things, but I can definitely describe him for you, and tell you which way he went." She proceeded to inform him that he ran off in the direction of Quack Street and Main, and described him as a big muscular dog brute who could have easily have fit in with the Beagle Boys, but didn't appear to be a beagle. He had reddish fur and wore a black mask, a newsboy style black hat, a brown and grey striped shirt, brown pants and black shoes.

            • GizmoDuck
              GizmoDuck

              "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Ms. McDrake although I wish it were under better circumstances. But never fear! We will once again procure your precious pendant! Perhaps you'd care to accompany me so that you can point out the perpetrator?"

              Which as it turned out was a pretty good plan as the direction the nefarious neerdowell ne'erdidgo provided the hero with a semi warm trail that ended at a seedy establishment.  And I don't mean a botanical warehouse. It was a biker bar, and a rough looking one by the state of the outside. Gizmoduck rubbed his chin with a thoughtful "hmm".

              "Well Ms. McDrake this seems a likely spot for criminal cavorting, possibly even cajoling. I can't quite make out... well anything through this very dirty window here, perhaps they also employed a crooked cleaning person who swiped the swiffers. Tsk tsk. Tragic.  But we won't locate your locket by lollygagging! I suggest we disguise ourselves as degenerates and get on their good graces. I can be QUITE personable and you can certainly look to see if this larcenous lout is about! Hmm..." The suit started providing an endless supply of Halloween caliber disguises. "How about, cowboy outlaw? No. Handlebar mustachio'd no good nick? Jay walker? Tax evader?  Street urchin?  Mobster? Blue collar miscreant?  Ah, how about con man and his best friend and spiritual guide a nun? Yes that would work nicely.  Maybe we'll even make some errant souls see the error of their ways! Yes! Splendid yes!"

              Probably not the best plan. But Gizmoduck was certainly excited about it.  Although why he decided to be the nun was anyone's guess. So Angel was provided with a bit of a disguise, baseball cap leather jacket fake mustache, a wad of paper that had "CON" written on it over and over, meant to stick out of her back pocket. Whether or not she decided to go along with it Gizmonun was quickly in his habit and looking particularly holy. 

              "Whaddya say? I'm sure that we can sift through these sinners in no time!"

              • Angel McDrake
                Angel McDrake

                Although she found the disguises rather odd (especially the nun disguise), Angel decided to go along with the plan and didn't voice her opinion. Who was she to question Gizmoduck's methods? He knew more about crime-fighting than she did; she just knew about what happened to criminals after they were caught and brought to justice. She did smile in regards to his enthusiasm for the plan though: his dedication to fighting crime and rehabilitating criminals was inspiring. Her big worry was about her disguise: she worried that the criminals might think that the combination of the leather jacket, baseball cap and mustache with her striped waitress dress and high heels looked strange, but hoped the criminals in the bar would be too stupid to notice. And she prayed that the crook who took her locket wouldn't recognize her. She entered the bar with Gizmoduck (or rather Gizmonun) and began looking around for the thief. She tried really hard to blend in and act like she was a regular patron at the bar, and not let on how uncomfortable she was being there. This bar was definitely not the sort of place she hung out in. A nightclub where she could unwind and dance, like the one her brother and his band played at, was more her style.

                   It was then that she spotted him. The thug who robbed her was sitting at a table with a couple of other creepy looking goons, bragging about the theft. "So I dragged this blonde lady inta an alley and robbed her at gun-point. Took all her money. Even took the locket she was wearing", he said, holding up the necklace as proof, letting it dangle from the end of his finger, "the dumb broad begged me not ta take it, sayin' it belonged to her dead mom, but I still took it anyway". He then laughed, and his chums joined in in laughing at Angel's misfortune.

                   Angel was livid when she heard this. How could he be so callous over something like this? That locket meant a lot to her: it belonged to her mother, a loving mother who was viciously beaten to death by her father. Angel's fists clenched in anger. Fighting back angry tears, she immediately went looking for Gizmoduck, and found him on the other side of the bar. "Gizmoduck, I found him", she said. 

                • GizmoDuck
                  GizmoDuck

                  As it turned out the crooks that frequented this bar had one universal response to a nun walking into a bar... and it consisted of them all starting to tell Sister Mary Titanium jokes that unoriginally started with "A nun walks into a bar-" So it was a good thing that Angel's disguise, or the populaces' general disregard for anything beyond their own beers or conversations, had granted her the freedom to find the perpetrator and come back to the very popular nun.  

                  "Ahaha-" Gizmoduck laughed in a high pitched trill. "You found who my child? The lord? Oh Saints be praised! Hallow luau yahs!"

                  "Hey... 'sister'-" Grunted one of the comedians as he glared at this suddenly suspicious nun. "Why'd this little conman call you 'Gizmoduck'?"

                  "O-oh? Did sh-uh he? Welll that's probably because I... er... resemble his purity of spirit and go getter attitude?"

                  "Is that so?" The man narrowed his eyes at the nun then Angel. "... is that what you meant? And what kinda con you runnin' me an' Mikey are always lookin' for a good scam to hop on." He nodded to an even bigger man who was scowling at the pair of them. He looked less like a Mikey and more like a 'Bonegnawer 9000'.

                  • Angel McDrake
                    Angel McDrake

                    Oh jeez, thought Angel, realizing her mistake in calling the armor-clad superhero by his actual name. She hadn't meant to blow Gizmoduck's cover; she was just so angry about the thieving thug's callous remarks about stealing her necklace that she wasn't thinking clearly. She looked at the two crooks that had been talking to "Gizmonun", especially "Mikey", and knew she'd better think fast. So she lowered her voice to sound more masculine, put on a fake gangster accent, tried to look tough, and said " Dat's right, like the sista' said. She just reminds me of the superhero is all".