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“Man your stations!”

“Incoming, old foe! Three o’clock from the roots of our Ranger base!” The heroic chipmunk pressed a button that activated their defense systems that were state of the art in technology; slingshots with conker nuts at the end. More prickly than acorns.

“We’ll show that lumberjack who’s the boss! Ready, aim…!”

With all the stresses of recent life catching up to him once again, it hadn’t taken long for Donald’s stress molting to make a return. Like his doctor had previously recommended, Donald was going to lie in a special hammock for a while and relax. This time, the boys were more than occupied, so there should be no interruptions this time. Going to one of the trees in the yard, Donald was going to tie the rope around the tree… When a familiar voice caught his attention. One ordering an attack. Oh no. Oh no.

“Hold your fire!” The invisible slingshots then flumped as the critter ran down the tree and stopped halfway to look at Donald’s face, fearless and brave in the face of potential danger. Mercy wasn’t usually an option, but he decided to try the Dale way just once.

“Is that what you say t’ me after all these years? Do we need to get a swear jar?”

“Probably the best you can do when you’re stuffing chocolate all day- oh for fuck’s sake, I’ve missed you.”

“Just happy t’ have ya b- hey, watchthewalnutbrain!”

       ❝ 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚃𝚈, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 . ❞ honestly, what was so hard about keeping something a SECRET ? gizmoduck wears a helmet to cover his face, yet no one is complaining about that.

The chipmunk walked around the purple-clad duck and scaled his eyes up and down at him. Only a dork would fear him, maybe it works on lackeys. “I know just who you are, though!”

“And I might come from the same cloth of detectives as Dale, but I’m one who’s always on the case!” This Darkwing seems like a total blowhard, maybe he’s wrong to assume that..?

“Is that what you say t’ me after all these years? Do we need to get a swear jar?”

“Probably the best you can do when you’re stuffing chocolate all day- oh for fuck’s sake, I’ve missed you.”