GettingUsedToIt

Getting Used to It
Kilthalia
He stared angrily at himself in the mirror. Leaning on the dresser he thought darkly, Why’d I get married? Why’d I fall in love? Why’d I have a KID?!
He glared down at the redhead toddler sitting there in his dyper, happy as anything, looking up at him.
Returning to the mirror he continued, I’m NEGADUCK! This isn’t supposed to be!
The masked mallard punched the mirror and it shattered to the floor, all over the dresser, and the baby started to cry.
“Negaduck, honey, what happened?!” his wife rushed in and found him sitting on the foot stool with a bloody hand and their offspring crying on the floor.
A large shard of glass stuck out of her lover’s hand. “Oh!” She, placed the baby on their bed, gingerly took out the shard of glass, and proceeded to clean up her husband’s hand.
After she was finished she said, “Ok, honey, you’re all better.”
Without a word of thanks or recognition he stood up, donned his hat, and stomped out to his motorcycle. His beautiful wife scooped up their child and watched from the living room window as Negaduck zoomed out of sight.
The toddler screamed as his father left.
“Lucifer, what ever is the matter, sweetheart?” his mother cooed
He cried louder. He reached to grab at the window, but she took him away from it.
“C’mon, let’s go clean up Daddy’s mess.” She set him on the bed and made a fort out of pillows to keep him in one spot so she could clean up the mess with out worrying about him falling off the bed.
All day Lucifer cried; through lunch, through the housework, through naptime. She couldn’t stand it any more. “Oh, god! What’s wrong Lucifer?!” she asked, exasperated.
“Daaaaaaddeeeeeeee!! Aaaah!”
“What?”
“Daaddee! Daddy! Daddy!” he cried.
“Oh my god!” She ran to the cordless phone and punched in some numbers.

Elsewhere, in St. Canard, a cell phone in the pocket of a yellow double breasted jacked rang……an other ring.
“I’ll finish with you knobs later!!” screamed the irritated masked mallard. He turned around and whipped out the phone. Keeping his temper down, he answered impatiently, “What?” He listened to what the caller had to say. “What?! Lemme hear!”
Negaduck’s wife brought the mouthpiece of the phone to her offspring, who had no idea what to do.
“It’s Daddy, sweetheart.” She explained.
“Daaddee? Daaaddeee! Daaddee! Daddy!”

Negaduck nearly fell over in disbelief.   He had to grab hold of the table to keep from falling.
“Boss, what’s the matter?”
“I gotta get home.” He grumbled after putting the phone away.
“Emergency?”
“None of your business!” As he left, he said happily to himself, “He called me Daddy!” and he shut the door.
The Fearsome Four heard him and smiled.

Back home at 438 Avian Way, the dark duck barged in. “Michelle?!”
“In here!” she called from another room.
He ran in and stopped himself in the doorway.
“Daadee! Daddy, Daddy!” his only child cried joyfully.
Negaduck’s heart skipped a beat and he could swear that he lost consciousness for half a second at the joy of hearing his son’s first word come from his mouth. “Lucifer?”
“Daddy!” The toddler laughed.
Negaduck gingerly walked over and saw his son raise his arms, begging to be picked up or to grab at his father. The notorious criminal lifted up the child and looked at him in the eyes.
“Isn’t that wonderful?!” Michelle said, happily.
“Why me?”
“Huh?”
“Why me?! You’re the one with him all the time, why me?!”
“He loves you.”
“How? Why?….”
“Ssshhh.” She kissed Negaduck passionately and Lucifer slapped both their shoulders, playfully and laughed.
“Michelle,” he said almost accusingly.
“Yeah?”
“You put him up to this, didn’t you?”
“How!? He’s just a baby!”
“You must have taught him the same as a parrot. You kept identifying me with that name.”
“Yeah, so? You are, aren’t you?!” She said accusingly.
“Yeah, but,” Negaduck said unsurely.
“No buts! You’re his father and things are staying that way!”
Negaduck attempted to give Lucifer to his wife but she refused to take him. He turned to walk to an other part of the house and he grumbled to himself, “No good, damn lazy, lousy, bit….” Then he remembered the influential child he was carrying and stopped himself from continuing his tirade.
When Negaduck reached his home office, he placed his red headed son on the worktable and sat down. “I don’t really hate your mother, it’s just that she sometimes gets on my nerves, is all. Actually, I love her.” He thought about this new realization, “I’ve never loved anyone previously, so why now?” he said to himself then addressed his son, “I’ll tell you why.” Lucifer looked at him curiously. “She’s got this…evil spirit around her. Initially, I didn’t see it because of her sweet exterior, but if you dig deep enough and really get to know her, she’s dangerous. Or by some chance that you just piss her off she’ll kick your ass, even if you don’t know her.”
Then Negaduck looked up at Lucifer and realized that this youngster had no clue as to what he just said but smiled and giggled just the same. He shook his head and broke out some paper and a red pencil and began to sketch something.
Lucifer squeaked at this new game, grabbed the end of the pencil and screwed up the shape the dark duck was trying to draw. “Hey!”
Lucifer just laughed.
“Ah, so you want to draw, eh? Here.” He handed his pencil and retrieved an other one; orange this time.
Lucifer studied real hard, with his tongue sticking out of the corner of his bill, as he drew on the corner of his father’s paper. Then he went to grab the pencil that Negaduck just picked up.
“What, you want this one too?! Geez, here!” Keep snatching all my pencils, I won’t have any to work with!, Negaduck thought to himself and picked up a green one this time. This is going to be one hell of a colorful gun after I’m done drawing it!
Lucifer decided to get an other color, but the one his father had wasn’t the one that he wanted. He remembered where his father got the pencils and reached in that direction, but it was too far for his little arms to bring him. Out of frustration, Lucifer started to whine.
When his father looked up to see his son reaching across to get at the pencil cup he reconsidered giving the whole cup to him but then decided, Ah hell, if he’s going to be creative, like me, he’ll need the materials. Wouldn’t want to prohibit him from being a potential Negaduck one day. (He thought this because he didn’t think that he would ever have any more children, but he really wanted an heir. If this is all that he was getting, so be it. He’d teach Lucifer how to be a homicidal murderer.) So Negaduck set the pencil cup down in between the two, afraid that his offspring would throw all the pencils around, cause, that’s what kids do. No, Lucifer went rummaging and picked out yellow, then black.
What could he ever be drawing?
When the child was finished he looked up at his father and gave a wide smile. Negaduck looked down and discovered that Lucifer drew…….HIM! He drew Negaduck! “Michelle!”
“What?!” she rushed in, afraid that something bad happened to either of her family members.
“Look!”
“Whoa! Who…?”
“Lucifer.”
“That’s such a likeness! He’s going to be an artist one day, I think, if he keeps up with it!”

Well, Lucifer kept up with it and by the time he reached kindergarten he could have been mistaken for the Mozart of art.
“Daddy, Daddy! Looka what I drew in class today!” The boy, slightly tall for his age, shoved the piece of paper into his father’s hands and awaited art criticism.
“Well, a…..heh, heh…..it’s….it’s…..” The criminal squinted at the color drawing. That day Negaduck was wearing a black Matallica T-shirt, black denim jeans, and his mask.
“Oh, yeah,” Lucifer said downhearted. “Mrs. Blakely ‘ordered’ me to give this to you.” He reluctantly pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. Negaduck took it, scared of the heavily perfumed remnants of what Lucifer’s teacher had put on before school.

Mr. and Mrs. Hudigan,
Your son is a great artist, but has the potential to draw more subtle choices of topic. I suggest therapy, being that the boy has quite a thirst for mayhem and deathly scenes. I suggest Dr. Heartwitch. She’s good in her profession and I have no complaints from any of the parents that I’ve sent their children to.
Sincerely,
B. Blakely

“What??!!!”
“Sweetheart?” Michelle walked in and nearly dropped a dish.
“This, this, this…..This is so insulting!” Negaduck was furious and Lucifer backed away, very slowly.
“What? What is it?”
“WHY do you always do that!?”
“Sorry. But what does the letter say?”
He forked it over, impatiently, and Michelle snatched it and read. “What?!” she screeched.
“Exactly.” He sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this stupid school system, let alone being a parent.”
“You’re doing just fine Negaduck,” She assured her spouse of four years.
Negaduck looked back at his son’s drawing and identified it as the Fearsome Five in a scene of total chaos around them and a very dismembered Darkwing Duck.
“Oooh!” Michelle said gruesomely, seeing over her husbands shoulder at the picture.
“Well, I don’t know about anybody else,” Negaduck began. Lucifer haunched up his shoulders, awaiting the criticism. His father continued,       “But I like it!”
Lucifer stood up real tall and proud.
“C’mere, my little dismembering drawer,” Lucifer did so and Negaduck laid his hand on his son’s shoulder, real fatherly like. Thinking that this was going to be a calm situation, Lucifer wasn’t expecting his father to throw him to the floor, tackle him, and give him noogies.
“Dad! Cut that out! Really!” The young red head laughed as he wiggled from his father’s grip.
“Oh, a little snake, are we?” he joked around while sounding almost serious. Michelle laughed and plopped down in the armchair as her family members wrestled on the floor. Then Negaduck got her into the act and the two guys proceeded in tickling her to the point of tears.
The doorbell interrupted their fiasco so Michelle went down to the landing and opened up the front door. “Yeah?” she said wiping her eyes.
“Everything ok in here? I heard yelling.” A duck in a pink button down and a green argyle vest stood outside. She was taken back because this duck looked exactly like her husband (only he wouldn’t dare to dress like that, yech!)! “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a little problem with my son’s teacher, but we’re fine. Uh, who are you?”
“Drake Mallard, I live right next door,” he pointed. “And you are?”
“Michelle.”
“Michelle what?”
“Um, um,” she panicked, not knowing her last name and fear of her husband hearing, but he was busy talking with his son, not paying attention to her. Michelle made up a quick excuse, “Ooh! I’m burning dinner, gotta go!” and she slammed the door on Mr. Mallard’s face.
Outside, the duck rubbed his bill and looked cockeyed at the door. “Wonder what her problem is.” and he headed toward his house.
Inside Negaduck’s house Michelle leaned on the door and wiped her brow. “Whew, that was close.” Heading upstairs she said, “Honey, I have a problem,”
“Yeah? What?”
“What’s my last name?”
The notorious villain was taken back with this question. “Well, uh,” Then an idea came to mind to get her off his back, “Why don’t you use the last name we gave Lucifer?”
“Negaduck, can we please stop the secretecy?” she said as she sat down on the floor where her other family members sat.
“NO! I’m NOT taking the chance that someone might find out! Never ask me AGAIN!” he yelled, then stomped to his room and slammed the door shut.
Michelle felt tears coming on and Lucifer crawled over to comfort her. She scooped him up and they sat there a long time just hugging.

“Dad, where have you been?” a spunky red headed girl looked to the front door from the living room.
“I was over next door. You know they’re weird over there.”
“Yeah, I hear strange noises coming from that house every night.”
“Gosalyn, what are you doing up at night? You should be sleeping, in the first place!”
“A, heh, heh. Gotta go do my homework now,” and she flew up the stair in order to avoid a scolding from her father.
“Kids,” he said under his breath. Then he thought about what she said. “Strange noises at night, huh?” Drake Mallard headed up stairs and knocked on Gosalyn’s door. “Be right there! In a minute!”
He heard some crashes, a few bangs and wheels turning. “Gosalyn, what are you doing in there, young lady?!” he said impatiently.
“Ok, ok. Don’t have a cow.” he could hear her mumble. She opened the door and Drake pushed it open the rest of the way and stepped inside. “Gosalyn, what kind of strange noises have you been hearing from that house?”
“Oh, uh, sometimes ghostly moans and groans, more often then not I hear something like gunshots, and a few times I’ve heard yelling followed by thuds.”
“How odd,”
“Yeah, and this is every night, too. Of course, you don’t hear them because your room is all across the house, facing Honk’s place.”
“Gos, would you mind if I sleep here tonight? You could take my room.”
“Sure, then maybe I’ll be able to get some sleep tonight,” she grumbled.

That night Drake Mallard slept in his daughter’s room and everything seemed fine. Then about ten o’clock rolls around and he hears as such as what Gosalyn described. No moans and groans, but yelling, thuds and sounds, like gunshots. It was quite disturbing, actually.
Drake remembered that this family had moved in after Negaduck disappeared and Michelle looked at him as if she’s seen a ghost that looked like him, but Drake knew that they had never met previously. “Maybe tomarrow I’ll go over with the Muddlefoots to just say hello to the neighbors. They’re always cooped up in that house of theirs.” He looked out Gosalyn’s window and saw a light on next door, through their lace curtain. Straining his eyes, Drake could see two figures and one was holding something that appeared to be an assault rifle! “What the…” he exclaimed. “Then maybe those were gunshots I heard! Oh geez! I hope everything’s fine!”
His crime fighting instinct took over and he couldn’t help but to dawn his costume and check out the situation.

Next-door Negaduck was having a fit at his wife. “WHY must you make my life SO DIFFICULT!!!??” he threw her to the floor.
Michelle was trying her darnedest not to let the tears roll out. “I, I’m s, sorry,” she said pathetically.
“I’m sorry?” he said, suddenly calm. “ ‘I’m SORRY’ WON’T KEEP ME OUT OF THE HANDS OF THE LAW!!!” He turned around and thought for a minute. In a calm, rational tone of voice he began, “I shouldn’t talk to you like I do to the Freakish Four. You’re not as stupid as they are.” Turning back to her with his hands behind his back Negaduck continued, “I should treat you this way,” and he dashed over and pulled her to her feet and slapped her across her face. He then proceeded to throw her to their bed and climbed on, after her as she backed to the headboard. Negaduck cornered her and kissed her roughly. After he slowly pulled away, Michelle slapped him. He got awfully mad and acted in punching her. When he saw her bleed his attitude diminished and he left the room.
Out in the hall an explosion of purple smoke blocked his path. “What the!?”
“I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the shield that blocks your iron fist! I, am Darkwiiiiing Duck!” The smoke cleared and revealed an identical duck to the roughhouse husband. “You shouldn’t be abusing such a lovely and kind woman! Uh….” He then realized the mirror image that Darkwing was looking at. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
“No!! Go away, you’re breaking the law, you dolt! Breaking and entering; sound familiar?!” he snapped.
“But…you were…. I had to….”
“Leave! Before I call the cops on you!”
Darkwing turned, slouching, and left.
“Finally!” He headed down to the kitchen and made himself a ham and cheese sandwich with hot mustard and letus. Lucifer padded into the room wiping the sleep from his eyes; his red hair a total mess.
“What the hell are you doing up!”
“Dad, why do you beat mom up?”
Negaduck was taken back by this. He found a simple answer for his young son. “Because!” he snapped.
“Daddy?” the villain’s son whined. “Why?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know I shouldn’t, bla, bla bla.”
“No DAD! STOP!! I want you to STOP!!”
He received yet an other shock from his four year old. Lucifer stepped up to him and threatened him with the Machete that he used to spread the mustard with.
“Whoa, ok Lucifer, put the Machete down now.” he got up and backed away. He remembered Michelle saying how kids are dangerous, especially little ones, like Lucifer.
“No! Promise that you’ll stop!!”
“Ok, ok, I promise. Now give Daddy dearest the dangerous weapon that kids your age shouldn’t be around.”
Lucifer still advanced, forcing his father to bad right up to the fridge. Just when it looked as if Negaduck were a goner, his son threw the knife and it landed point down and wobbled as it stuck into the floor. Negaduck looked down at it, then at his departing son. He immediately headed upstairs and found his wife lying on their bed, sobbing. Negaduck stealthily walked across the room to the bed and climbed on. She curled up tightly, scared of what he might do; never looking at him.   Crawling over to her, he gently rested his hand on her waist, then scooped her up and held her ever so lovingly. “I’m sorry,” he said to the limp body. Proceeding to make this apology sincere, Negaduck kissed her neck, brushing her long red-gold hair out of the way oh so romantically. She let him apologize for the only reason that it felt good.
Michelle built up courage to say, “What changed your mind so fast?”
“I love you?”
She dared to say, “That’s not why, is it?”
“No,” He thought that he should tell her about Lucifer. “Lucifer threatened me with the Machete.”
“What?!” she turned to look at him.
“Yeah, heh, he said that I have to stop beating you. Kids, huh?”
A sudden purple cloud said, “You shouldn’t, though!”
“Darkwing Duck?!” Michelle exclaimed.
“I thought I told you to get lost!” Negaduck complained.
Darkwing continued to explain, “I couldn’t help but think that you might go back to do more damage!”
“You idiot,” Negaduck mumbled.
“We made up, you dork!”
“Oh,” Darkwing felt really sheepish at that moment. To make it up to his ego he said, “Well you better not beat her ever again, or else you’ll find me knocking on your window! Spouse abuse should be a felony! But I can put you in jail for it, so watch it!” The purple dressed duck disappeared in another cloud of smoke.
After a moment of silence Michelle spoke. “Why do we have to live in the weirdest city in the world?”
Negaduck slapped his hand over his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t know,”

October ninth, Drake and Michelle Hudigan’s second child was born and it looked like the father to a tee!
“Daddy, what are you going to name him?” Lucifer asked anxiously.
“Michelle?” Negaduck turned to his wife.
“Well, if you want him to be you in body and spirit, I would name him…Anthony.”
“Why?!”
“Because it’s a known fact that ‘Anthonys’ are mean jerks. Don’t you want him to be a mean jerk?”
“Yeah,” The evil duck took a moment to think. “Ok, Anthony it is…Lucifer, say hello to your younger brother Anthony.”
“Oww!! He hit me!”
“Ha! He really is a jerk, huh? Great!!”
“Great? Why?” Lucifer asked.
“Sorry to say, lad, but he’s going to be my heir, not you.”
“He’s going to be your air?”
“No, heir. He’ll take over after me when I retire from crime.”
“B, but Daddy! I want to!! Lemme do it!! Please?!” the redhead pleaded.
“NO! HE’LL do it!!”
“Fine!” Lucifer screamed at the top of his lungs in anger. He stomped off to his room and slammed the door.
“Well, THAT went well, don’t you think?”
“Shut up Negaduck!!” Michelle stomped away and headed to Lucifer’s door. Negaduck could hear her say, “Honey, lemme in, please? Your Dad’s just being a jerk, that’s all,”
Negaduck got fed up and stomped away too, leaving the newborn Anthony all alone.

Inside Lucifer’s room his mom sat him down to talk. “Dear, it’s not that he doesn’t think fondly about you, well, it’s just that he wants everything his way and to be perfect.”
“But Mom, he doesn’t have to be a jerk about it,”
His mother tries to explain as truthfully as she can, “No, he really doesn’t… Well, that’s just ‘him’.”
Almost to himself, he says, “ ’s so unfair!”
His mother rubbed his back and kissed his head, then left.
“NEGADUCK!!!” Michelle screamed at the top of her lungs, discovering her newborn alone.
“WHAT? WHAT??” he rushed in curious to see who died, or whatever.
“You left Anthony ALONE!”
“Yeah? So?”
He was knocked to the floor with a stunning blow to the jaw.   Michelle took Anthony and stomped away.
“Well, don’t SPOIL him!” he called after her, still on the floor. Cocking his jaw with his hand to make sure it was where it was supposed to be, he grumbled, “Dame’s gotta nice left hook there. Ooh!” Picking his dazed body off the hard, wood floor he made his way to the living room and crashed on the couch. “Women,” he said to himself and then he shut his eyes for a nap.
When he awoke he saw the young face of his older son. “What do you want?” Negaduck grumbled, sleepily.
“I was thinking, if I can’t be Negaduck, then could I at least be an other super villain?”
“Yeah, why not?”
Lucifer smiled and turned away to go else where but his father stopped him and said, “But only if you do me proud and ace school so I know you’re all set to be on your own, k?”
“Sure Dad.”
Looking up at his first-born’s face, Negaduck felt an overwhelming sense of joy and pride. “Aw, Luci,” and he took him into his arms and hugged his son a long time.
Michelle had quietly wondered in and just stood and watched this tender moment between villain and son. Aw, how sweet! And I just thought he dared to only touch me!
Negaduck loosened his grip on Lucifer, and then they heard a noise and looked to see Michelle looking at them.
“How long have you been there?!”
“Long enough.” She went to sit with them and all three cuddled and watched yet an other weird episode of Jerry Springer.

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“So you’ll come with me?!……..Great!! We’ll go over right now, alright?…….ok, bye!” Drake Mallard hung up the phone. “The Mudlefoots and the two of us are going over to see our next-door neighbors Gos. Now we’ll be able to get the inside story! Heh, heh!” he rubbed his hands manically.
“Oh great, just what I needed. Visit our creepy neighbors.” she grumbled.
At the Hudigan front door the two families stood and awaited the opening of the door as they rang the doorbell. They had to wait for a while, but eventually, Michelle came to the door. “Hi, oh, it’s you. What?” she said with as much enthusiasm she could muster at the unpleasant sight of all of them.
“We came over to be neighborly, neighbor!” Herb Muddlefoot said. “Mind if we come in and visit and say hi?” he said as he pushed his way through. Drake knew that he won that battle, but not yet the war.
The two other families made them selves at home in the kitchen and in the living room. Lucifer came to see what the ruckus was all about and he met up with the three children in his house. “Y’ know my Dad’s gonna be pissed when he sees you all here and you weren’t invited,” The grownups, all except his mom were in awe that this little boy said ‘pissed’. No child was allowed to talk grownup profanity!
“Excuse me little boy, but you’re not allowed to say such things,” Binky scolded in her sweet voice.
“I’m allowed to say what ever I god damn well please, miss!” he explained.
“Ooh! What language! And you let your little boy talk like this?!” she asked Michelle, disapproved.
“Yeah,”
Tank went up to Lucifer and said, “Y’ know kid, I think I’m gonna like you, unlike those sissies.” He thumbed over to his younger brother, Honker and Gosalyn. “How old are you kid?”
“I’m five, and the name’s Lucifer!”
All of the visitors were taken back by his name, because his name was that of the devil’s!
“Who would name their kid after the devil??!” Tank asked.
“I did!” Michelle spoke up. “Regardless for what it stands for, I think that it’s a cool name!”
They all looked at her wide-eyed. In the silence, they all heard a door open, then close downstairs. Michelle practically flew down there.

“Honey!” she whispered.
“Something the matter, darling?”
“Sshh!! We have unexpected, unwanted visitors!”
He slapped a hand over his mouth. Also whispering, “What the hell…”
“They just showed up at the front door and let themselves in!”
“Here, I better get out of ‘uniform’ then,” He removed and folded his cape, mask and yellow double-breasted jacket. Placing the red, wide brimmed fedora under it all, they tried to sneak him up the stairs, hiding behind Michelle, so he could dash to his room and change. Lucifer would be the distraction.
As Negaduck dashed down the hall and into his bedroom, the visitors heard and turned around to see, but barely caught a glimpse of his shadow.
“Who was that?” Drake asked.
“Ooh, you’re husband came home?” Binky guessed.
“Yeah, he’s in his work clothes. He really hates it when people see him in them.”
“Oh that’s quite alright! We won’t mind!” Herb comforted. “Come on out neighbor!” he called down the hall.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” Drake Hudigan came padding down the hall in all black (like he usually wears at home), but excluding the mask. As he got closer all the visitors jaws dropped. Then they looked back and forth from him to Drake Mallard.
“What is this??!” Tank exclaimed
“What?”
“You…I…” Drake M. stuttered.
“By golly!! You two look identical!!” Herb exclaimed. Binky fainted, but luckily was caught by her husband.
“Keen Gear!!” Gosalyn was awed.
“This is most unexpected!!” Honker cleaned his glasses.
“You tellin me??!” Drake H. accused. “Oh, thank you honey!” Michelle had brought her husband a drink and a sandwich. He sat down in his favorite armchair and ate his snack.
With nothing left to say, Drake M. held out his hand and introduced himself, unsurely, “Drake Mallard,”
With more zeal the other replied, “Drake Hudigan,” The second Drake’s handshake was stronger than the others.
“TWO Drakes???!!!! This is going to be confusing!” Herb exclaimed. Binky came around and held a hand to her aching head. Michelle brought her a glass of water. “Oh, thank you!”
“Sure,” Michelle said, perky.
“W, where are you guys from?” Drake M asked.
“St. Canard, where else?” the other responded.
“Yeah, but, how come I’ve never run into you before? You’d think I’d notice a mirror image, right?”
You wanna bet?, Negaduck thought mockingly. “Well, I work nights,”
“So do I,”
“Well, maybe we’re not exactly registering the similarities,” That was a load of bull, being that he and Darkwing know each other no matter the weather. Yes, Negaduck knows who Darkwing is, but isn’t it obvious?
Suddenly, the same thought hits Drake M. “Ah, heh, heh, heh. Would you look at the time. Gosalyn and I had better be going. So much work, so little time, and all that jazz. See you ‘round neighbors!” Drake M. snatched up his daughter’s wrist and dragged her out and to their own house. After shutting the front door, Drake leans on his door and wipes his brow.
“Hey, DW! How’d it go?”
“LP, we got trouble with a capital ‘N’.”
“Uh oh.”
“That doesn’t even begin to describe it…”

“W, WHAT!!?” Launchpad exclaimed after hearing the story of the visit to the Hudigan residence.
“Yes, Negaduck is our next door neighbor…”
“Dad, do you think HE know who YOU are?!”
“Probably...” he said with a shakey voice of concern. “Oh jeez, I don’t know what we’re going to do now! I hope he never does anything here in the neighborhood!”
“Y, yeah!” stuttered Launchpad. “He might bring his mafia pals here!”
“Don’t even let me THINK that LP!! Life is about to get hellish…”