Old McDucky Had A Cow (may be retitled later)

Normally a trip to Duckburg would be a happy walk down nostalgia lane, filled with excitement and anticipation at seeing old friends and family members. But Happy "catching up with friends" times were not in the projected future for the three drakes driving there now in a blue station wagon.

After thorough questioning and investigating by St. Canard and Duckburg police, SHUSH, DIA, and whoever else wanted to poke their nose in, Gizmoduck was finally released to go home. And that, since the suit was damaged and running on a low battery, that meant that the suit's operator, Fenton Crackshell, was looking for a means to get home that wouldn't cost him the few pennies he had left. Taxi fare was outrageous and the walk across the bridge and the countryside was a fair hike for a pair of webbed feet. What was an accountant to do aside from drop in on his one friend in St. Canard: Launchpad McQuack.

Fortunately (or perhaps, unfortunately) Launchpad also had business in Duckburg and he was short one vehicle. Namely his custom jet, the Thunderquack, which was currently host to a fins and gills only party at the bottom of the Audubon Bay. Launchpad had attempted to ask his former boss for a salvage ship and crew to help him fish the jet out of the water, but Scrooge had been a ticking time bomb by the time he picked up the phone to snarl a response. Launchpad had wisely decided to give the flustered old mallard a chance to calm down from all the calls, emails, texts and reporters raining down on him over Gizmoduck and the chaos caused to his computer security mainframe. Perhaps begging in person would be more efficient than attempting to call again.

So with that in mind, Launchpad had asked Drake if he would mind him borrowing thir family car to drive Fenton to Scrooge's office. Naturally Drake was reluctant to leave the two air-headed- I mean easily distracted- pals to their own means with the car he was still making payments on, so that led to an impromptu road trip with all three of them, plus Fenton's ever present briefcase, hitting the road.

    • Drake Mallard
      Drake Mallard

      "Tell me again why I let you talk me into doing this?" Drake grumbled sourly.

      Road trips in the old family station wagon always seemed to lead into chaos somehow, so he wasn't
      exactly thrilled about this little trip. He hoped this would be a quick trip to Duckburg and back
      without incident.

      But here he was chauffeuring the two just as agreed. He made them both sit in the back so neither of them had to lean over the front to talk to the other. The briefcase was safely nestled in the front seat next to Drake.

      • Launchpad McQuack
        Launchpad McQuack

        "Actually you were the one who talked us into letting you drive, Drake," Launchpad reminded his housemate as he attempted for the umpteenth time to stretch.

        He propped an arm on Fenton's headrest and an elbow on his own windowsill. He'd moved the front passenger seat up to give himself some leg room but he still didn't understand why Drake had insisted on keeping the briefcase in the front instead of putting it in the back.  Oh well... At least it wasn't on the bench seat taking up elbow or foot space.  

        • Steelbeak
          Steelbeak

          "Don't be such a sourpuss, Drake!  We still have a few hours to go.  Say, want some of these gumballs?"  Fenton leaned forward and shoved a box of the candies in the driver's face, already chewing a handful of them himself.  "They're good!"  He obnoxiously popped a bubble right near Drake's head.

          • Drake Mallard
            Drake Mallard

            Having the box of candies shoved into his face while driving nearly had made Drake drive them straight off the road.

            "ARGH!" The duck fluffed out in terror as he got them back into the right lane. "Not while I'm driving!"

            My heart can't take hours of this. 

            • Launchpad McQuack
              Launchpad McQuack

              "I'll have another," Launchpad informed Fenton, oblivious to the annoyance Drake was experiencing and the near road disaster. "Wonder if they've opened the bridge to traffic yet?" 

              • Steelbeak
                Steelbeak

                Gumballs spilled all over the front of the car as Drake had to swerve to stay on track.  Like Launchpad, Fenton was unfazed by how much damage he could have caused.  "Suit yourself!"

                He sat back and tried to dump a gumball into Launchpad's waiting hand, but there weren't any left in the box.  "Huh.  That's weird.  Hey Drake!  We're gonna need to make a pitstop soon.  I don't know about you guys, but I'm famished!"

                • Launchpad McQuack
                  Launchpad McQuack

                  Launchpad was puzzled by the empty box. "Gee I could have sworn that was full a minute ago. Heh. Looks like someone won't have much of an appetite."  He chuckled. "I'm always game for a snack. But I think I'd rather wait until after Mr. McDee kicks me out of the office before loading up on soda. That fall down the garbage shoot is a steep one, and he sounded pretty testy on the phone..." 

                  • Drake Mallard
                    Drake Mallard

                    "The pitstop will have to wait until we get across the bridge." Drake grumbled a little. He should have packed more snacks but it seemed they were already consumed before they had gone very far. Some of which was on the floor rolling around when the gumballs had flown out.

                    The bridge was open to traffic. A lot of traffic. A jam.

                    Of course. Drake face planted into the steering wheel when it seemed to they had slowed to a crawl then to a stop.  This was going to be a long drive with two ducks in the back who behaved like children. He was glad Gos was staying with the Muddlefoots. 

                    • Steelbeak
                      Steelbeak

                      "Say," Fenton piped up cheerfully, undeterred by Drake's negativity.  "This looks like a good time for a song!  Whaddaya say, Launchpad?  Ninety-nine quarters are stacked by the wall, ninety-nine quarters and diiiiiimes!"

                      He was an accountant, after all.

                      • Launchpad McQuack
                        Launchpad McQuack

                        It didn't take much to encourage Launchpad to break out into song, and unfortunately when he belted, he rattled windows. The citizens stranded in the cars nearby started hollering, covering their ears, cranking up their own music in retaliation, and honking on horns.  One driver was crazy enough to throw his orange at Launchpad's window. 

                        "Hey clam up over there!" 

                        That didn't faze Launchpad much. He just chuckled.  "We've got our own city orchestra going now, hehe." 

                        • Drake Mallard
                          Drake Mallard

                          "No. Not a song!" Too late they had already started singing. Drake sank down into the seat when people started yelling, honking, and throwing things at the car. His face was red from embarrassment and fluster. 

                          The traffic didn't appear to be moving an faster anytime soon.

                          He leaned over to pick up some of the gumballs to wipe them off to give to them.

                          "Here! Have some gumballs."

                          • Steelbeak
                            Steelbeak

                            Without pausing for a second in his merriment, Fenton took a couple and popped them in his mouth, blissfully unaware of the ruckus they were causing.

                            "Come on, Drake!  It's a sing-along!"  He started another verse.

                            • Launchpad McQuack
                              Launchpad McQuack

                              Launchpad let Fenton begin the next verse alone, and then came in with an echo.  Oh boy. Twice the fun, eh Drake? 

                              • Drake Mallard
                                Drake Mallard

                                "I have an idea." Drake twitched. "Let's play the quiet game. Whoever stays quiet the longest will get a special treat."

                                And I won't go insane!

                                The traffic couldn't go any slower than it could. 

                                • Steelbeak
                                  Steelbeak

                                  "Never was very good at that one.  M'ma suggests it all the time," Fenton remarked off-handedly as he looked out of the window.

                                  It was a VERY long, VERY excruciating drive for Drake, but Fenton and Launchpad enjoyed catching up and being in each other's company.  Soon a giant sign was in view, welcoming them to the Duckburg city limits, and way in the distance on the top of a hill sat the famous money bin.

                                  ((OOC: Hope you guys don't mind me pushing this thread along a bit.))

                                  • Launchpad McQuack
                                    Launchpad McQuack

                                    Launchpad was more curious about the treat Drake had in mind than the requirements for earning it, but he ended up sharing some memories about his mom and his own childhood with Fenton. He readily changed topics to whatever Fenton or Drake brought up but unfortunately, silence was the last thing on his mind. 

                                     

                                    Once they passed the billboard with Duckburg's most famous (and most stingy) resident on it, he did quiet down.  

                                    "Didja talk to Mr. McDee at all today? Did he still sound mad?" He asked uneasily. 

                                     

                                    (Fast forwarding is fine with me :) )

                                    • Drake Mallard
                                      Drake Mallard

                                      Drake had never been more happy to see the city limit sign. It was like entering
                                      through heaven's gates. There was even a ray of light shining down on the money bin in
                                      all it's glory and one could swear they could hear hallelujah playing.

                                      And then.

                                      POP!

                                      That was the sound of the tire going flat.

                                      Drake was silent for a few minutes after pulling over to the side of the road. Then
                                      suddenly, he started laughing wildly only it wasn't a jolly sort of laugh as he had a
                                      crazy look in his eye. He stepped out of the car and threw a rather large tantrum with
                                      a long string of expletives including fudge (only he didn't say fudge) that would make
                                      a sailor blush. It was followed by the fastest changing of a tire in history.

                                      "Not. Another. Word." He warned when he had reentered the car and started off again.
                                      His feathers were disleveled and he seemed a little twitchy now.

                                      • Steelbeak
                                        Steelbeak

                                        "Well," Fenton said hesitantly to his friend.  "Now that you mention it, I did --"

                                        He was cut off as the car suddenly jerked, and they pulled over.

                                        "Looks like this trip's fallen flat," Fenton quipped, then frowned as Drake suddenly started to guffaw out of nowhere.  "Uh...you okay, Drake?"

                                        He watched uneasily as Drake exited the car, fixed the tire, and returned.

                                        Per their driver's request, Fenton clammed up.

                                        • Launchpad McQuack
                                          Launchpad McQuack

                                          Launchpad started to ask if there was anything he could do to help but seeing the state his friend was in, he decided not to push his luck. He gave Fenton a worried look and wrote on a note "Good thing we don't have far to go." 

                                          He tapped Drake on the shoulder, grunted, and pointed when they neared Gyro Gearloose's driveway.  This was Fenton's stop. 

                                          • Steelbeak
                                            Steelbeak

                                            Fenton reached around to the front and snatched the suitcase, bonking Drake on the head as he pulled it to the backseat, then got out of the car.  "Seeya Launchpad!  Bye Drake!"  He waved, then started up the path toward the inventor's abode.

                                            • Launchpad McQuack
                                              Launchpad McQuack

                                              ((OOC: Whoops! I never saw the last post. Sorry about that. I'll work on a reply as Gyro, Scrooge, and LP later. Gtg for now))

                                              • Drake Mallard
                                                Drake Mallard

                                                Drake pulled into the driveway after being informed of the stop by LP. He was glad that they were nearing the end of this road trip. He was slowly losing his sanity from it.

                                                "Ow! Watch it! Sheesh!" Drake rubbed his head after being whacked by the briefcase. "Good bye I guess."

                                                Forever.

                                                Not really. If only he had known Fenton was Gizmoduck and he would see him again and again and again.

                                                "So. Where to now? Home?" He asked Launchpad once the other drake had gone inside Gyro's place.

                                                 

                                                • Launchpad McQuack
                                                  Launchpad McQuack

                                                  "Sorry, Drake. I still need to talk to Mr. McDee about getting the Thunderquack dredged up out of the bay..." Launchpad replied uneasily. "I was kind of hoping you'd go in with me. He might not say no as fast in front of company."

                                                  ----

                                                  A short trip and a long wait later...

                                                  Launchpad introduced his friend to Scrooge.

                                                  "I know who you are. Let me guess: you're both hear to talk me into funding something for your crime fighting." Scrooge replied cooly.

                                                  "Something along those lines..." Launchpad fidgeted awkwardly.

                                                  "N. O.! I'm already over my head in bills, damage reports, damage claims, personal injury reports, police investigations, and snoops trying to pin that computer virus on My business!" Scrooge exclaimed loudly, waving his arms at the literally overflowing stack of papers on his desk, the phones hanging off the hook, and the constant bleep of the computer screen showing incoming messages.

                                                  "But all I need is a ship and a crane to haul our jet out of the bay. I'll do all the manual work."

                                                  "Aye, but who is going to buy the fuel for the ship, or pilot it into the bay?"

                                                  "I could go on a diet for a few months... Please, Mr. McDee, if I get the Thunderquack back in the air, I can help with the police investigations on the Gizmoduck case, too!" Launchpad pleaded.

                                                  "And how do you reckon you'll do that?" Scrooge crossed his arms. "By breaking and entering to look for clues the police can't touch? I'm not spending one more blooming cent on you and your train wreck of a side job."'

                                                  "Actually it was a plane wreck. Er, crash." Launchpad unwisely corrected his former boss, earning an infuriated grimace and scowl.

                                                  "It was a figure of speech!"

                                                  ------------

                                                  Fenton was greeted by Gyro's light bulb robot, Little Helper, first. He found Gyro himself tweaking with an invention that was supposed to turn used motor oil to diamonds. Gyro greeted him and happily cleared his workable to start working on the Gizmosuit, saying he had a few ideas for upgrading it.