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Double Triangle Trouble

A Disney Duck Fanfic:

Instead of being purely based on one entity, this story takes background from Classic Donald Duck cartoons, Ducktales, and Darkwing Duck.


Written By

Stef With a F

And

Nightw2 (aka comickook)


Disclaimers: Disney owns most of these characters. Dumbella Duck's past as Bella Widgeon is mine, as are the characters of Melanie Widgeon, Ronnie and Lisa Mallard, and whomever else I mention in the future.

Author Notes: This story is a sequel to the stories "Back to the Nest" and "Extended Wings". Reading those stories prior this one would help; though you most likely could understand this story regardless.


Chapter 11 : Tracking into Murky Waters

Written By:

Stef with an F


Bella blushed, yet her stomach ached a bit.

"Bella?" Jose asked, extending an arm.

Bella took the arm, but remained quiet.

"We are friends, you and I. I knew you since we young. Do you fear me?" Jose asked.

Bella shook her hand quickly.

"Oh no...I told you about the guy I have back home, right?" Bella asked nervously.

"Launchpad!" Melanie shouted.

Bella's blood ran cold. Was Launchpad here?

"His name is Launchpad," Melanie continued.

Bella exhaled.

Jose wrapped his arm around Bella.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Jose, I know you and I are just friends. But for some reason, I can't shake this feeling that I am somehow being unfaithful."

Jose gently squeezed Bella's hand.

"Don't worry about it. It is totally okay, for two friends to hang out. I'm sure your gentleman will not mind. You're my old college roommate's kid sister, no?"

Bella pushed a piece of her light brown hair behind her ear.

"Yes, you're Donald's friend. My friend," Bella agreed.

Jose smiled, "Good," he said, taking her hand.

Meanwhile, back at the convention, Darkwing and Launchpad were finishing their discussions with the inventors.

"Keep up the great work Darkwing...I know with you on the case Steelbeak will be seized," Sara Bellum said.

"Thanks for your help," Darkwing said. "Hey L.P!"

"Mmm?" Launchpad said; yet he was a temporary lost in the Gyro's display. He was showing Launchpad various super hero equipment that he invented.

"Launchpad!"

"Oh sorry DW, check out this stuff, we may be able to use some of this stuff!" Launchpad exclaimed.

Darkwing came over, slightly curious.

"What are those?" Darkwing asked.

"Well, there my new line of super hero equipment," Gyro informed. "This helmet gives you mental powers. And this belt makes you very fast..."

"Very fast, eh?" Darkwing wondered out loud remembering the last time he had super fast powers. He almost became a pile of dust.

"Nah...I gave up the idea of super powers. Skill is the name of the game," Darkwing stated.

Gyro nodded. "I understand, Well it was nice seeing you again Launchpad."

"You too Gyro," Launchpad replied, before turning his attention to Darkwing, "Did you find anything out about from the inventors?"

Darkwing nodded.

"It seems, according to Dr. Bellum, that Steelbeak has taken some hostages," Darkwing revealed.

"Hos--!" Launchpad shouted, quickly lowering his voice, remembering the Brazilian soldiers nearby, he continued, "Hostages?"

Darkwing nodded; "Yes, LP, it seems that Steelbeak was able to contain ten guards at the gate. Dr. Bellum, for a while had a trance on their escape vehicle, but has since lost the connection."

"Do the military know about this development?" Launchpad whispered.

Darkwing shook his head, "Well, they probably do know about the missing soldiers, but based on my knowledge they do not know all the details. SHUSH gave me this mission and I intend to stick with it. With your help of course LP."

Launchpad smiled, then quickly frowned.

"What is wrong?" Darkwing asked.

"Oh nothing really DW, it's just that this vacation is turning into anything but, and at first I didn't mind...but," he paused and then sighed. "Still haven't gotten a hold of Bella."

"No messages on the answering machine? Did you forget the code?" Darkwing asked.

Launchpad shook his head.

"No, I think I accidentally forgot to hang up the phone. I called and the phone appears to be dead. And when I called her place, I got an answering machine, on both Donald's number and hers."

Darkwing frowned.

"Well, I guess the only thing you can do is keep calling and see if you get lucky and she's home?"

"Yeah..." Launchpad accepted.

"Cheer up LP!" Darkwing encouraged, and then hugged his friend. "All will be well. You called her right? She shouldn't be mad. She knows about our trip to Brazil, right?"

Launchpad nodded. He did indeed call her. Though, he didn't know that he conveniently forgot to reveal where he was vacationing.

"Then you have don't to worry about Buddy!"

"Yeah..." Launchpad repeated.

"Come on Launchpad, Let's get Dangerous..."

And with that, the twosome exited the university though one of the exits.

Quiverwing, Huey, Dewey, and Louie approached The Federal University of Rio De Janeiro after making a small side trip where Huey wrapped Gosalyn's ankle, which was still tender, yet already feeling better.

"What happened here?" Dewey wondered out loud.

Louie scoped out the surroundings. The security booth was shot up, and there was evidence of severe rubber burning tire tracks fleeting the scene.

"Huey," he said, "I really doubt they are going to let us into the college now."

Huey didn't acknowledge Louie; he was too interested in something that was happening at the East End of the building.

"Huey?" Louie inquired.

Quiverwing walked over to Huey, wrapped her arms around his middle and looked over his shoulder.

"Hey! It's Darkwing and Launchpad!" she cried, and then quickly silenced herself.

"They can't see what I am up too, or I will be off this mission faster than you can say, Hamburger Hippo."

"Hamburger Hippo," Dewey said.

Quiverwing turned to glare at Dewey.

"Funny."

"Hey, Gos...it was only a joke..."

"Quiverwing."

"Sorry, Quiverwing," Dewey apologized.

"No problem," Quiverwing replied, then turned her attention back to Huey, "How are we going to get past all these guards, and my father?"

Huey nodded, looking around the parking lot, there weren't guards exactly at the gate anymore, but there were many at each visible entrance.

Quiverwing released Huey, and moved towards one of the various nearby trees "Hey, let's hide for a second, okay?"

Huey nodded, "Alright."

He made a gesture to his brothers and they followed Quiverwing.

"Shh..." Gosalyn commanded. "Let's hide out until Darkwing and Launchpad leave before we advance, and also maybe we can find out what is going on. And maybe one of you can scout possible entrances into the university?"

Dewey nodded, "I will."

"Don't get caught," Huey warned.

Dewey plastered on a fake smile, "Oh I will try my best."

"Please do," Huey added.

Dewey saluted Huey and then commenced his mission, while the remaining three teens kept their eyes on the approaching Darkwing and Launchpad.

Darkwing took out is magnifying glass and studied the tire tracks.

"We are lucky that Steelbeak's Egg-men made quite a hasty retreat. These tracks will lead us right to their secret location," Darkwing revealed.

"Steelbeak..." Quiverwing mouthed the name, her eye's wide.

What a vacation! Was it just a coincidence that six of father's most vile villains decided to create mayhem in the same South American country that both her family and boyfriend's family choice to vacation?

Quiverwing gasped.

"No..." she cried in a weak whisper.

Launchpad looked behind him.

"DW! Did you just hear something?"

Darkwing , who was lost in his act of sample analyzing, replied, "Hmm?"

"Oh never mind," Launchpad said.


To be continued


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