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…cannot be created nor destroyed, only changed
Kilthalia
Darkwing Duck here, and guess what I found one day when I was rummaging through one of Negaduck’s hideouts! You may ask, “Why (or HOW) could I do this?” Negaduck reformed not too long ago! Where have you been?
What happened is four years proceeding this first journal entry, he found someone to marry, got a life, and about a month ago, got shot! He’s fine, though. Some rookie cop shot him in his left knee and Negsey had to have extensive surgery…..Okay, okay, so he wasn’t reformed previously! But he is now! Heh, heh. But, still, I feel sorry for him because he can’t walk without a cane and it’s pretty upsetting seeing, well, basically me, practically crippled! It hurts him too. You can see it when he moves his leg at any time.
Yeah, I’ve visited his home yesterday, and have been ever since news of his marriage reached the newspapers. That took a while, mind you! They were VERY secretive about it and did an outstanding job at hiding that fact. What gave it away was……(flashback)

“You’ll NEVER catch me, Dipwing Dork!!” Negaduck yelled over his shoulder in a dead run.
“Don’t count your bombs before they’ve exploded, Negaduck!” Darkwing calls back.
The chase continued late into the night and Darkwing and his evil counterpart were tiring. With Negaduck’s vehicle in custody, it made his escape more difficult for the dastardly duck.
When Negaduck had thought that he lost Darkwing he preceded at his own pace to a destination. Darkwing silently followed Negaduck at a safe distance.
When it seemed that Negaduck let most of his guard down Darkwing decided to head him off at the pass. Well, to do this, DW climbed up to a low roof and just as Negaduck trotted past Darkwing leapt and landed on top of the villain.
“Get off of me, you caped clown!” Darkwing had Negaduck pinned to the ground and was on his back, holding his arms.
“Not until the authorities have arrived, you maniacal miscreant!” Then, all of a sudden, something black and shiny caught his eye. “Well, well, Negaduck, what ever is this?” Darkwing attempted to remove an onyx band from the convict’s ring finger.
“No! You’re NOT GETTING IT!”
“Why on Earth are you wearing it?”
“Take a wild guess, Jerkwing!”
“Well, I’d say that it was a wedding band but, on you? No way!”
Negaduck felt a great anger well up inside and he flung the hero off his back.
“Wha?!” Darkwing said, totally confused after being flipped. Negaduck took off running in the general direction that he was originally heading for. Darkwing attempted to pursue but Negaduck lost him in some of the more remote back alleys. Just when he was about ready to give up when he saw a shadow identical to his across the street and down a couple of blocks away. That must be Negaduck!, Darkwing thought. Following at a distance, Darkwing silently crept after the homicidal maniac.
Eventually, Negaduck walked, confidently, into a nice neighborhood of Avian Way. Wait a minute! This is where I live! Why is Negaduck here?”, Darkwing Duck thought. He watched as the notorious criminal walked right up to a house, precisely, next doors to Drake Mallard’s home!
Darkwing carefully crept around the house to follow Negaduck’s every move. At one window, he saw the evil doer go up to a young woman and kiss her, then took the child that she was carrying, and played with it.
What is Negaduck doing?! This is so unlike him!
Inside the house, Negaduck gave a look that he just remembered something and he took out of his jacket the precious stone that DW had tried to retrieve. The woman was ecstatic and gingerly took it from his hands. Negaduck smiled widely and she wrapped her arms around him and gave his a long passionate kiss. The crime fighter, outside, was surprised that they didn’t squish the baby.
Darkwing waited outside for the villain to come out, not wanting to interrupt the “family”, and besides, he didn’t have a warrant to come inside! No matter that it was a villain was in this house, but he was assured that it was paid for and was legally there.

It was hours before Negaduck headed out again but when he did, Darkwing was waiting for him. Negaduck opened the front door, walked out, shut the door, and just before taking his first step a voice stopped him, “Well, well, well. Haven’t we been the busy bee.” It commented.
Negaduck turned to see Darkwing Duck leaning on the wall, right next to him!
“Da, Darkwing Duck!”
“In the feathers. So, Negaduck, what’s the scheme now? Seducing every pretty married girl in St. Canard?”
“You idiot! Do you really think I’d be that sick as to do something like that?!”
“Well?” Darkwing could tell that there was something that ol’ Negsy didn’t want him to know. “Ok, if you won’t tell me, lemme guess.”
Negaduck gave him a mixed emotion of shear hate and as if the gig were up.
“Ring on your ring finger, going to a house in a friendly, suburban environment, greeting a woman holding a child,” he counted off on his feathered fingers. “You’re married, aren’t you?”
Every muscle tensed in Negaduck’s body, causing him to shake all over. Unexpectedly, the front door that they were standing in front of opened and that same young woman peered out. “Darling, what’s wrong?”
Negaduck thumbed at Darkwing, who just then peered around to the doorway.
She yelled in shock and jumped back a good two and a half feet.
“No cause for alarm, miss, just Darkwing Duck,” the good-doer tried to explain.
“Exactly! I’m the wife of a villain, I don’t want to see you here!”
“Well thanks a lot,” Darkwing mumbled.
Negaduck couldn’t stand it any longer, grabbed Darkwing’s collar, and slammed him against the side of the house. “Now you listen up you maggot,” he sneered. Darkwing took this as a shock. “If word ever gets out about where I live to anybody you’re on a meat hook, GET IT!!?”
The good-doer quickly nodded his head. Negaduck continued, “And don’t even think about holding this against me at any time!”
Darkwing shook his head and Negaduck reluctantly let him go and turned away. “On second thought,” Negaduck plotted. Then he swung around and punched Darkwing out, cold. He slid to his knees and fell forward.
“What are you going to do with him?” the evil duck’s wife asked. “Dump him in the bay?”
“Unfortunately, no,”
“No?! Why not?! Then you’d be done with him forever!”
“Don’t you think I know that?!” he snapped. Negaduck sighed, then said, “I think I’ll get him a ride to Duckburg. He’ll be so confused he won’t know what hit him!”

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“Hey buddy, my pal here needs a ride home, can ya help out?”
“He going to Duckburg?”
“Yeah. I’d really appreciate it. I’d do it myself, but my car got stolen.”
“Yeah, sure Mac! I’ll get him home!”
“Thanks ever so much.” He grinned evilly.

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“How, how’d I get here?” a groggy duck said putting his hand to his head. “Wh, where am I?”
“Sorry Mac, but you friend didn’t say where you live.”
“My friend? Who?” Then he remembered what happened. “Oh that maniacal miscreant! Where are we?”
“Duckburg, Mac,”
“Stop calling me ‘Mac’. Why are we here?”
“Your friend said you lived here.”
“Listen, he’s not my friend!! He’s my evil counterpart and public enemy number two in St. Canard! You just helped a felon commit a crime!!”
“Oh,” the large muscley beagle said stupidly. “Which one would this be?”
“Negaduck, and you aided in an abduction!”
“Oh,” He thought a minute and then some. “He didn’t look like Negaduck,”
“Really? What did he look like?”
“Well, what Negaduck look like?”
“He looks exactly like me! What else would he look like??!”
“Well, even in the night, he sure didn’t look like you,”
“So? WHAT’S HE LOOK LIKE???!!” Darkwing was loosing patience.
“Well, his bill was bigger and he had these big teeth,”
“Quackerjack! I’d recognize that description anywhere!”
“I don’t know, he wasn’t wearing Quackerjack’s outfit,”
“What was he wearing then?”
“He was wearing a suit and tie,”
“Huh??!!”
“Uh, and a fedora! I remember the fedora! I liked it! And he had nice shoes!”
As the diver talked of the fedora and the shoes, Darkwing contemplated the situation. “Why would Quackerjack be wearing a suit and tie?!! Why’d they transport me here??! What’s their scheme??!!” he said to himself, deep in thought.
“So, Mac, ya got a hangover er something?”
“What?”
“Y’ know, it looked like you drank too much last night.”
“No, I had nothing.”
“Oh, cause you were out cold and ya reeked of Scotch!”
“WHAT?!!!!”
“Yeah, say, what’s going on here, Mac??!”
“Why are you calling me Mac??!!!!! Stop calling me MAC!!!!”
“Sure you’re not still drunk??”
“I haven’t had anything since yesterday afternoon!!!”
“Coulda fooled me!”
Darkwing stood up and dusted himself off. Then he wished he had never looked up. In the mirror he saw a badly battered self. His clothes were torn and tattered. His hat and cape were missing and you couldn’t even distinguish his costume that he was Darkwing Duck!!! In awe at the sight he said, “What did they do to me?!”
“Your friend said you got into a fight. Musta been a costume party cause you’re wearin’ a mask.”
Now that Darkwing saw him self and started waking up, he really started to hurt.