This fanfic has my name as the author, but I'm not the only one who wrote it. My friends put up with my enthusing (some would say obsessing) over the plots. Kevin Clark has been very helpful in Darkwing History and continuity, as well as just plain providing good ideas and listening to my ideas. Misti Jordan has also been quite helpful, especially on any matters concerning Morgana. Countless others have listened to my ideas and proofread the story. Thank you, everyone. My series of Darkwing Fanfics is supposed to be mostly consistent with the fanfics of Kim McFarland, a good Darkwing artist and a great Darkwing writer, and also the inspiration for me to start writing. If you like Darkwing, I strongly suggest readi ng her stories. Darkwing Duck is copyrighted by Disney. All hail Disney for the creation of Darkwing Duck, Gummi Bears, and Gargoyles. Siren is a character I came up with, but all the rest of the characters in this story are characters created by Disney. It should be noted before starting that, in this fanfic, it is the beginning of the summer immediately prior to Gosalyn starting college. She is 18 going on 19. The Adventures of Quiverwing Quack Song of the Siren by Joseph Bonis It was a typical spring day in St. Canard. The sky was a slightly-cloudy blue, the traffic was bustling, the water in the bay was glistening, and the line at the bank was looooooooong. For Drake Mallard, the line seemed even longer due to the fact that he was standing behind Launchpad's friend (and Gizmoduck's biggest fan) Fenton Crackshell, who was visiting St. Canard again. "I'm tellin' ya, Drakerooni, we're gonna have a bang-up time!" "The only person I'd like to 'bang-up' more than you is Gizmoduck," Drake grumbled softly to himself, not wanting to insult LP's friend. "I'm sure we'll have loads of fun together!" "Yeah, maybe we can shoot you out of a cannon." Drake gave a sudden yipe as he was banged in the shins for the hundredth time by the huge suitcase Fenton was dragging around. "For cryin' out loud.. What's IN that thing, Fenton?" Fenton looked surprised, then extemporized, "Uh...Paperwork! Yeah, I'm McDuck's accountant, and this is McDuck bank, so I have paperwork in here!" Drake was ready to scream, so he did. "PAPERWORK? That's a LOT of paperwork! You do paperwork even when you're on vacation? In the name of Walt, give it a rest!" Any response by Fenton was drowned out by a sudden loud sound, rather like that of a conch shell. Drake's first thought was, "Neptunia?" as he turned and saw a fish-like creature at the counter. His second thought was, "A CRIME!" as he saw she was standing on the counter, shoveling cash into a large sack. The teller and a guard were standing nearby, their eyes empty and their faces blank. Drake and Fenton both struck nearly identical heroic poses while declaring, "This looks like a job for ..." They trailed off, and looked at each other, one sounding like the echo of the other. "What did you say? Nothing... Oh, good! Never mind!" Ignored by the fish, Fenton rushed out of the bank, still dragging the suitcase behind him, and slipped into a conveniently nearby alley. Meanwhile Drake zipped off in the other direction. The fish creature laughed evilly, her irises doing the dollar-sign thing, as she closed up the bag and prepared to leave. Suddenly, a puff of blue smoke appeared, and a voice intoned throughout the bank, "I am the terror that flaps in the night!" "Oh no, not that dodo," muttered the fish. "I am the tarter sauce on the fish dinner of crime! I am DARKWING DUCK!" As Darkwing finished his entrance, the wall of the bank crashed in, and an armored, be-wheeled duck entered. "Never fear, citizens, GIZmoduck is here!" "Well , well, well,," the fish muttered, "Two boats with one harpoon." She picked up her trident, smiling. "Just like shooting ducks in a barrel." Darkwing turned to Gizmoduck. "Gizmoduck, what are you doing here?!? This is MY town - I can handle this!" Gizmoduck straightened up nobly, heroically declaring, "But Darkwing, crime knows no boundaries, and where there is crime, there is GIZmoduck! Besides, I thought we were a team, the Justice Ducks, and all that!" "Yeahyeahyeah, go be a Justice Duck in Duckburg and let a REAL hero do this job!" Darkwing turned, making sure his cape fluttered dramatically, and said, "Speaking of the Justice Ducks: Neptunia, what are YOU doing robbing banks? You'll give us a b ad name!" The fish turned around, giving Darkwing a red-eyed glare. Come to think of it, he thought, that doesn't look like Neptunia after all, this fish's fins were black and she looked somewhat taller and more wicked than Neptunia. "NEPTUNIA? I am not Nep tunia, I am SIREN! Siren Ghoti, and you, dipwing, are interrupting my heist! I need this money to fund my campaign to free all aquatic life from you airbreathers!" Darkwing looked at the audience. "Don't ya love it how the villains always tell you what they're up to?" Meanwhile, Gizmoduck rolled up to Siren. "Well, always good to meet a freedom fighter, but I'm afraid you're doing this the wrong way! You'll have plenty of time to write Congress, though, when you're in jail." Darkwing pushed Gizmoduck away from Siren, seething. "That is NOT the way to talk to a villain, Gizmoduck, and this is MY city, so if anyone's gonna be putting anyone in jail, it'll be me!" Gizmoduck brought himself up indignantly. "But Darkwing, all criminals merit the attention of GIZmoduck!" Darkwing spared a brief thought about how annoying it was that Gizmoduck always had to stress the first syllable of his name. "GIZmoduck figh ts crime, from the biggest of criminal masterminds to petty bank thieves like this..." Siren nearly exploded. "PETTY? I am NOT petty! I am SIREN, MISTRESS OF SOUND!" She opened her mouth, and the conch-music emerged once more, hitting Darkwing and Gizmoduck full blast. Darkwing took one step forward, then his face went blank, his e yes glazing over. Gizmoduck simply slouched over, his face like Darkwing's. The two heroes stood there, looking peacefully off into the middle of nowhere, as Siren made her escape down into the sewers. ----- Gosalyn mumbled, "Just five more minutes, Dad," as she turned over, burying her bill into the pillow. Unfortunately, she was unable to go back to sleep because of an annoying ringing sound in her ear. She sat up straight, realizing that the ringing was the new communicator that Honker had made to be able to call her at all hours. She yawned, whipped out one of her green masks, and tied it around her face, before pulling out a small credit card. As she activated the disguised communicator, the Can ardian Express logo disappeared and was replaced by Honker's face. Gosalyn yawned, before murmuring, "Hiya, Honker. I thought you were working at SHUSH today?" Honker had a head-set on, instead of a mini-receiver in his ear like Gosalyn. He turned to the camera and said, "Um, I am. Sorry to wake you, Gosalyn, but I caught some police broadcasts, and there was a bank robbery at the First Canardian McDuck b ank." "Aww, Honker, can't Dad get it? I musta set a new record on number of petty crooks captured, last night. This is my last summer before college, for Pete's sake! I want to enjoy it in bed, sometimes." "Um, yes, Gosalyn, but your dad is already there, with Gizmoduck, and neither of them were able to stop the robbery. The police weren't very clear about the situation, but apparently something's wrong with your dad!" "Dad AND Gizmoduck? Keen Gear, this must be major! In fact, this looks like a job for QUIVERWING QUACK!" Honker nodded. "That's what I thought, too, which is why I called you." From the background, Sara Bellum's voice was heard, "Honker, who are you talking to?" Honker did a face-fault, and softly said, "See you later, Gosa...Quiverwing. I need to g et back to work!" The card switched off, and Gosalyn darted out the door and slid down the banister to the living room. She jumped into the easy chair, swftly hitting the head of the Basil statuette on the table. A quick spin-cycle later, she found herself in Darkwi ng Tower. "All right, time for some Quiverwing action!" exclaimed Quiverwing, as she did a quick costume change and jumped onto her motorcycle, the ScumChaser, and drove off down the secret tunnel. "I'm sure glad I had Honker design this tunnel - no WAY I'm l eaving here the way dad does, especially in the middle of the day!" She took a spiral down the inside of the tower till she got under the bay, then drove at high speeds down the tunnel till she saw a red light up ahead. A quick press of a button, and a crack of light appeared, widening to a doorway, and she burst out of a "Quiverwing Quack Comics" billboard into a deserted alleyway. The billboard closed behind her as she zoomed into the busy street and downtown. ----- "Hello? Dad?" Quiverwing waved her hand before Darkwing's unseeing, unblinking eyes. "He's been like this ever since he fought the thief?" The bank guard nodded her head. "I saw it over the security cameras. The fish just sort of turned towards them and sang this weird note. Darkwing and Gizmoduck stopped moving." Quiverwing looked up at her. "Security Camera? Can I borrow the tape, for a bit?" The bank guard looked hesitant, then nodded. "For Quiverwing Quack, I suppose I could make a copy." Quiverwing turned back to Darkwing. "Hm...." She picked up a nearby janitor's bucket, and tossed the soapy water on Darkwing. "Wake up, Dad!" Darkwing seemed to show a total lack of response. Quiverwing tried slapping Darkwing. "Wake UP!" Still, the lack of response. She had to resort to drastic measures... "Well, if Darkwing can get caught off guard this badly, I guess he's just not up to the hero business, anymore. I wonder if SHUSH will help pay for his retirement? Or would he just have to go to an old folk's home?" "WHAT? Just you wait a minute, little missy, I'm not ready to hang up my mask, yet!" Quiverwing smiled and hugged Darkwing in relief. "Thank goodness, Dad! I thought you were going to sleep forever!" Darkwing looked confused, as he looked around...finally, he asked, "Where's Siren?" Quiverwing sighed, and said, "First, let's wake up Gizmoduck." In tandem, Darkwing and Quiverwing slowly enunciated, "Oh. Look... An. Overdue. Library. Book..." ----- Back at Darkwing Tower, a small group of people (consisting of the three heroes, Launchpad, and Honker) gathered around the television screen to watch the video of the bank robbery. "I remember perfectly well what happened, we don't need to watch th is," sulked Darkwing, at having to re-watch his failure at capturing a villain. Quiverwing rolled her eyes. "That's the tenth time you've said that, Dad, and if you remember so well, what exactly DID happen to you after you got dazed, and how DID you get dazed? She robbed the bank right under your nose!" Darkwing crossed his arms, getting a dark look on his face. He grumbled, "I know that, Quiverwing, you don't have to REMIND me!" The video played, showing Darkwing and Gizmoduck confronting Siren. Siren's mouth opened, and the two heroes on the screen were hit by the waves of sound. The speakers emitted the strange, haunting, conch-shell music. Quiverwing pondered. "Hmmm... It looks like that blast of sound dazed you, Dad, Gizmoduck." There was a total lack of reaction, of any kind, around her. Quiverwing glanced around, at the dazed males staring at the screen. "Looks like it was defi nitely the sound." ----- "So why weren't YOU affected?" Darkwing cried. He looked furious, not having enjoyed being hypnotized again. "You heard the noise, too!" "Well, DUH, dad, I'm a woman!" "Huh?" Darkwing looked confused. "It does appear, Mr. Darkwing, sir, that the sonic hypnotic attack only affects males." explained Honker. "Oh, great," complained Darkwing, pacing back and forth in front of the monitor. "So how am I supposed to catch her, if she can stop me just by singing?" "You're not, Dad," Quiverwing smirked. She placed one foot on a chair, as her cape fluttered dramatically behind her. "This looks like a job for QUIVERWING QUACK." "Oh no you don't, little missy. I got there first - this is MY case!" Darkwing glared at Quiverwing, pointing at himself. "Right, Dad. Are you gonna go get cursed again, so you can safely pursue this case?" Quiverwing resisted the urge to stick her tongue out. "I'm afraid she's right, Wingy," Gizmoduck placed a hand on Darkwing's shoulder. "Sometimes we who serve Justice must know when it is our time to wait patiently. We'd better leave this to our proteges." "Our...Gizmoduck? You have a protege?" "Of course! I sent out a signal to her, as soon as I found out about Siren's song! She should be here about..." A soft roaring sound became apparent in the distance, quickly coming closer. "Now." A young female duck, wearing battle armor that mimicked her curves nicely, flew in through the window. She hovered briefly, and then landed with a soft, 'poing' sound as her feet touched the floor, boot jets shutting off. The new Gizmoduck's armor had legs, instead of a wheel, curving softly, with a strange high-heel design that somehow looked totally unsuitable to combat. The chestplate was curved very femininely, and large ear/antennae rose up from each side of the helmet. The right hand curved slightly around a small gunbarrel. The white suit was covered with varied red markings, including the Gizmoduck insignia on the chestplate. Quiverwing's face had a big grin, as she looked the new arrival up and down. "Keen Gear, that armor looks straight out of Bubblegum Crash!" The armored female nodded. "You recognized it? I asked Gyro to base the design on... Wait, I know that voice... Gosalyn?" Quiverwing did a double take, her surprise written all over her face (not literally). "How did you ... Why didn't ... Where did we ... What was ... When ... " Figuring she'd gone through most of the common questions, she finished it off with "Who a re YOU?" The armored female removed her helmet, revealing a white-haired duck inside. "It's me, Webbigail!" "Webby? Webby! Hi! It's been a year and a half! Gotta tell you, that armor is major-league impressive!" "Thanks, Gosalyn. So, I guess this means Darkwing is Mr. Mallard?" Darkwing's gasp of horror was drowned out by Fenton's amazed, "Drakerooni?" Darkwing froze, and muttered, "Oh no, not him. The only person who calls me that is ..." Gizmoduck took off his helmet, crying out, "It's me!" as Darkwing wailed, "Fenton Crackshell?!" As Fenton and Darkwing got reacquainted and began immediately insulting each other's crimefighting abilities, Quiverwing and Webbigail promptly ignored the background gibber of their mentors and did a little catching up themselves. "So, how did you get to be Gizmoduck Mark II?" "Oh, well, it's actually rather silly ..." Webbigail shifted, smiling shyly, somewhat embarrassed. "When I was much younger, before you and I met each other, the Gizmosuit had gotten shrunk down in the laundry, and the nephews and I had gotten our hands on it. The three nephews were all so busy trying to show each other up, and fighting over the suit, and worrying about what neat gimmick to try and use next, that they couldn't do an effective job fighting the beagle boys. They wouldn't let me, a girl, try the suit ..." Several flashbacks then occurred, showing the nephews, wearing the suit, try to beat the beagle boys, and, true to Gizmoduck tradition, making a BIG mess instead, breaking a lot of stuff. "Oh, brother. I hope they've stopped doing THAT to you. I noticed they sometimes tended to do that, when I had visited." "Oh, yes, your visit somewhat inspired me ... They've treated me much better ever since I stopped wearing that pink dress and started wearing actual T-shirts. Amazing how appearance can make a difference," she added thoughtfully. "Glad to hear it. Anyway, why you? Cause the boys were so inept?" "Well, that's half the reason, but the other half ... Finally, the boys were all fighting over the suit ... it's voice-activated by a code word ... while the beagle boys were coming up right behind them. The nephews couldn't stop fighting long enoug h to notice the beagle boys, so I cried out the code word, just before the nephews got caught. Wearing the Gizmosuit, I was able to defeat the beagle boys, and bring them into justice." Another quick flashback occurred, showing the three nephews all shouting "Blab!" one at a time, the Gizmosuit jumping from one to the other, and then an off-camera voice, Webbigail's, shouting "Blab!" right before the Beagle Boys grabbed the nephews. The young super-powered superhero Webby then proceeded to tie up the Beagle Boys "Cool Beans, Webby! I started being a hero around the same age." Quiverwing gave Webbigail a high-five. "We heroes just have that touch, I guess." "So, what's the low-down on why you need my help?" Quiverwing half-froze, hesitated, and then, her smile frozen on her face, calmly explained, "Well, see, Giztwo, I don't really need your help. This is my town, and I'm capable of going on a solo mission against a supervillain." Quiverwing made sure to keep her voice perfectly calm, explaining an obvious point. "I've been waiting for a chance like this, and I've had enough flak from Dad about how I should wait till I'm older till going solo on something like this, and ... and ... and I sound just l ike Dad." Briefly, they became aware of Fenton and Darkwing fighting in the background, Darkwing yelling, "No way, you boy-scout in a can! My protege was taught by yours truly, and she's perfectly capable of protecting our city without help from YOUR protege! Both of you can just ... GO HOME!" Quiverwing slapped her forehead, sighing, then said to the amused Webbigail, "Let's start over. Welcome to St. Canard. I'm glad to have your help." As they shook hands, the only audible sound in the stunned silence was the clang as Darkwing's jaw hit the floor. ----- "This is soooo boring, QW!" Quiverwing activated her com unit and softly spoke into it, "First stakeout, Giztwo?" "Yep. How can you be sure that Siren's going to rob one of these banks?" "Well, I can't be sure, but she's sure to strike again sometime soon. By having all of us watching banks, we'll have a warning as soon as she shows up. I explained this all at the planning session, so why are you asking?" "Well, we needed some exposition," replied Gizmoduck Mark II. Quiverwing widened the channel, including the other three watchers. "Dad, LP, Giz, Honk-man, anything yet?" "Not yet" "Nope" "Nuh-uh." replied Darkwing, Gizmoduck, and Honker, but all that came through Launchpad's com-unit was the distant sound of a conch shell. "Giztwo, meet me at Security Canardian Bank! I'm enroute!" Quiverwing leaped off the roof, landing in the seat of her cycle. "Let's get dangerous!" she ritually intoned, as she took off at top speed to the scene of the crime. ----- Gizmoduck Mark II arrived first, landing with the soft 'poing' sound. Walking in through the front door, she saw Siren filling a large moneysack from behind the counter, with the female half of the customers cowering before her. Raising her right h and, the armored gauntlet curled around a large integral gun barrel, she released an iron mesh net, neatly trapping the fishy villain. "That was too easy ," she thought, as she declared, "Siren Ghoti, you're under citizen's arrest! Your hypnotic attack won't work on me!" Siren, briefly surprised, recovered quickly, laughing derisively. "You really think that was my only attack? Foolish do-gooder!" Her mouth opened, and a tirade of conch-shell music came lashing out, striking Gizmoduck Mark II with an explosive imp act. Giztwo smashed into the wall behind her, blackened and smoking, with a large hole in the belly of her armor. A strained "That hurt" came from the battered hero. Siren snapped the cords of the iron mesh net with an easy gesture, using strength born of deep-sea pressure. "When I was mutated from a normal fish by toxic waste, my first thought was horror. Unfortunately for you, I then realized that with my pow er, I could rule the seven seas! First, though, I have to make sure you air-breathers don't interfere! I should never have left those two morons alive, but it's too late to do anything about that now. I'll just have to make an example of you." She pic ked up her trident, striding towards the inert Gizmoduck Mark II menacingly. Raising her trident, she prepared a fatal strike. "I am the arrow that strikes in the night!" The voice emanated from nowhere and everywhere. Siren spun around, trident in guard position. "This city has superheroes like a school has fish!" "I am the sour note in the orchestra of crime!" A cloud of green smoke billowed, then thinned, revealing the feminine, bow-wielding shape within. "I am QUIVERWING QUACK!" "Look out, QW!" Gizmoduck Mark II raised her head, still somewhat dazed. "Her voice is enough to shatter glass ... and everything else!" Quiverwing threw herself to the side, just in time to dodge Siren's sonic blast. Diving into a roll, Quiverwing came up with an arrow knocked, firing as soon as she was lined up. A wacky glue arrow impacted right against Siren's lower face, sealing her mouth shut. "Mmm! Mmm-mm mmm mmm mmmmm!" Siren eloquently swore, as she tried pulling the sticky substance off her face. She only succeeded in getting her hands stuck to her mouth. "Now, as I believe Giztwo here tried to say: Evildoer, you're under arrest!" Siren's expression turned furious, and, much to everyone's amazement, she managed to tear her hands free from her face, anger adding to her strength. Picking up her trident, she swung it furiously at Quiverwing, who found herself broadsided. Quiver wing was backhanded backwards through the wall, leaving behind a Quiverwing-shaped hole. Siren took the opportunity to escape into the sewers with the sack of money. Quiverwing stuck her head back through the hole in the wall, looking over at Gizmoduck Mark II. "This may be harder than I thought it would be." she muttered, before she collapsed. ----- "She snapped my net! Iron cables, you guys! Iron cables!" Webbigail paced Darkwing Tower, wearing jeans and a pink T-shirt, as Honker worked on repairing the damage to her Gizmosuit. "That's strong!" "Why iron?" asked Darkwing, "Why not steel?" "Sometimes I have to fight Magica deSpell, and iron is magic's bane." "Magic, hey, yeah! DW, what about calling in Morgana?" Launchpad enthused. "No, nononono, I don't want to be turned into pudding. Besides, I haven't seen her in quite some time. She keeps disappearing, you know." "I understood from Gos that you and Morgana were once very close ... don't you know where she lives?" Webbigail asked. "Webby, when dad says that she disappears, he means that her whole HOUSE disappears. Besides, snapping iron cables is just ... snapping iron cables. She escaped from my Wacky Glue! Now that's strong!" "Wacky glue?" Gizmoduck asked. "What's so great about Wacky glue?" "Um, we're not sure," explained Honker. "The scientists at SHUSH have been examining it for some time to attempt to determine the source of its strength, but it has evaded our attempts so far." "Well, how about Stegmutt? She can't be stronger than him! Where could we find our teammate, Wingy?" suggested Gizmoduck. "He's busy in New Quack, where they're producing his comic book, The Uncanny Stegmutt." put in Quiverwing. "Besides, he's a HE, so no help there." "Gizmoduck has had me study known supervillains and superheroes," commented Webbigail, "I thought Neptunia had needed a conch shell to make her music, and I don't remember her having this repertoire of attacks... How does Siren manage it?" Quiverwing shrugged. "I guess she mutated differently than Neptunia, but there still must be similarities." "Too bad we can't contact Neptunia, though," suggested Darkwing, to everyone's surprise. "Fight fire with fire. Unfortunately, her communicators never last long at the bottom of the sea." "That's it, Dad!" cried Quiverwing. "Whatever happened to that guitar from The King? The one that fired Sonic Blasts!" Darkwing looked surprised. "Oh, uh ... I think that's in the closet." "Honker! Can you adjust the guitar to cancel out Siren's sonic blasts?" Quiverwing asked, her excitement building. "Um ... I think so, but it'll take a while." replied Honker, already pulling out his tools. "How will that help?" asked Webbigail. "We'll still have to contend with her strength!" "Ah," Quiverwing raised her forefinger, a smile upon her face. "But I have a plan. Now, we know Neptunia's weaknesses..." ----- The shadowy figure of Siren eased silently through the shadows of the night up to the door of the First Canardian Bank. Placing her trident against the wall, she took a deep breath and screamed. The glass doors shattered, and, all over the bank, vi deocameras exploded; microphones shorted out; and electronic detection systems sent out tendrils of smoke as their delicate circuitry fried. Back at Darkwing Tower, Gosalyn and Webbigail sat before the big monitor, playing Wiffle Boy X. Gosalyn was explaining, "So, after that last fight, she started robbing banks at night, instead. The two banks she's robbed so far had all the electroni cs and surveillance equipment blown. Honker hooked into the security net of all the banks, and has the computer sending 'pings' to them. If one bank's security system suddenly disappears, that's where Siren is." "I know that," said Webbigail, "we discussed that in the planning session. Why are you telling me this?" "We needed some exposition," replied Gosalyn. Suddenly, alarms started going off, and a big red dot appeared on a map of St. Canard. "That's her!" cried Gosalyn, "What rotten timing! We were just about to beat Stigma!" Quiverwing quickly donned her costume, as Gizmoduck Mark II quietly used her secret code word. Soon, Quiverwing was zooming down the street, with Gizmoduck Mark II flying along above her, to the First Canardian Bank. Siren was just finishing up collecting all the gold bricks she could carry (which is a lot) when a green-streaking arrow flew through the air, writing a cursive 'Q' in the air, before lodging itself into her sack. "Hold it right there, Siren, you're not getting away this time!" Quiverwing cried, Gizmoduck Mark II at her side. "I wasn't planning to run, do-gooders! Your time has come!" Siren let loose with an explosive blast, as Quiverwing and Gizmoduck Mark II dived to each side, out of the way. "I sure wish we had the guitar!" cried Quiverwing. "This is no fun!" She quickly leaped up, grabbing hold of a light fixture, as another sonic blast fired underneath her. "How about your wacky glue arrows? That worked last time!" said Gizmoduck Mark II, as she dived behind a desk, which promptly shook to pieces from the sonic vibrations. "I'll see what I can do! Meanwhile, begin the plan!" Quiverwing drew a wacky glue arrow from her quiver, taking careful aim, but Siren was too quick. Siren, changing tactics, directed her sonic scream at the ceiling above Quiverwing, knocking pieces loose onto her head and bow. Quiverwing, rocked by the impacts, misfired, almost hitting Gizmoduck Mark II. "Watch it, QW! I don't want to be a stick-in-the-mud, but your shooting seems a bit sticky!" Gizmoduck Mark II activated her boot jets, flying around the room, avoiding falling debris. "Can the puns, Giztwo! It doesn't suit you!" Quiverwing dived under a table, and yelled out, "That the best you can do, Siren? We shouldn't have been so worried!" Siren, enraged, directed a sonic blast directly at Quiverwing, but it was too late t o connect. "I'm getting tired, here, Giztwo! Anytime now!" Gizmoduck Mark II jetted up behind Siren, grabbing her from behind, pinning Siren's arms to her sides. "Got her, QW!" Siren strained, trying to free herself from Gizmoduck Mark II's mechanically enhanced strength. "I will destroy you all, you lousy airbreathers!" Servos strained, but Gizmoduck Mark II's grip held. "Ready, yet, Quiverwing?" Quiverwing yelled, "Not yet!" as she raised a wacky glue arrow. "I'll muzzle that maritime miscreant and minimize her malicious music!" Siren screamed, again, forcing Quiverwing to dodge, and then Siren twisted in Gizmoduck Mark II's grasp, the hold loosening. "I can't hold her much longer, Quiverwing! She's getting away!" "You're only delaying the inevitable, airbreathers!" Siren grinned evilly, turning her mouth a little more towards Gizmoduck Mark II. "Exactly!" cried Quiverwing, as she heard a whistle from outside. She jumped outside the doors, crying, "Turn on the AC, Giztwo, and let's get rockin'!" Honker tossed Quiverwing a red guitar, and then took up his position at a switch. She continue d, "This is a special request from one of our listeners, a melody for a fish about to hit the big aquarium! Let's put our hands together for the latest in sound sensation, soaring to save the day!" As she yelled the final words, Quiverwing started playi ng some heavy-metal music, the BIG amplifiers behind her maximizing the music, and causing the whole place to shake. Siren tried screaming, but her conch-shell music was overwhelmed and canceled by the sonic powers of the guitar. "Lights, camera, action , guys!" Launchpad grinned at Quiverwing from his setup by the big window out front. "Alrighty, QW!" While Quiverwing and Gizmoduck Mark II had kept Siren busy, Darkwing, Gizmoduck, and Launchpad had set up nuclear fusion sun lamps at all the major windows of the bank, and Honker had finished up the modifications to the guitar. With a flick of a switch, the giant sun lamps activated, bathing the inside of the bank with their hot glare. Gizmoduck Mark II was kept cool by her suit's air conditioning unit, b ut Siren had no such protection. Quickly drying out, she rapidly lost strength, until she passed out. "Kill the lights, guys!" cried Gizmoduck Mark II, as she carried the comatose fish out. "This fish fry is over! QW, let's get some cuffs on her, before she wakes up!" Quiverwing rushed over, and clasped special titanium handcuffs on Siren, then pulled out the moisture cream. "Can't have her dying on us... We'll leave her and this cream for the police." ----- Gosalyn and Webbigail were standing together in Drake Mallard's home. "Well, Webby, it's been great seeing you again, and working together. We'll have to do it again, sometime." Webbigail nodded. "Yes, perhaps you can come to Duckburg, next time. I'm sure Mr. McDuck would love the free protection." The two shared a laugh. "I said, GET OUT OF MY CITY, you lousy goody-goody do-gooder! We've solved this crime, and I'm perfectly capable of handling any further problems!" Drake's voice echoed through the house, causing Webbigail and Gosalyn to collapse in gales of laught er. "Well, at least the new hero of St. Canard and the new hero of Duckburg are on better terms than their predecessors." said Honker, as he strolled into the room. "I was quite impressed with the teamwork displayed." "Is he always like that, Gos?" asked Webbigail, hooking a thumb in Honker's direction. "Most of the time, Webby." the two girls smiled at each other, as Honker rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I'll be sure to give you a call if I need help. Which isn't likely." "You'd have to put that last line in, wouldn't you?" Webbigail smiled, shyly, to show she meant no hard feelings. "Of course." Gos smiled. "After all, I am my father's daughter." Webbigail and Fenton walked out the front door, off to head back home to Duckburg. The next generation of heroes had begun. THE END Next time, on the adventures of Quiverwing Quack, QW and DW must face off against a strangely superpowered QuackerJack in Poisoned Pawns 1/5: Send in the Clown.