Drake Mallard squatted behind the tv adjusting the cable.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid… It’s FANtastic. Why’d they lock out all the games? If the Cranes want it to be so FANtastic why don’t they let the fans watch it on the broadcast stations."

Launchpad sat

"Come on DW. At least we get to see it at all. Hey and we got nachoes in the oven."

Drake was no longer listening tangled in black cable wire.

"I am sick of this lousy…err…I am just gonna…"

"We should have paid that guy to install that dish." LP put up his feet

"If I here one more crack about that dish-" he shook a big coil of black cable at Launchpad.

"Sorry."

"Every time I have to-" Drake was going to begin his tirade of the satellite repair service industry, when the doorbell rang.

"Oh boy, It’s Gosalyn." LP squealed and ran towards the door.

"It’s Hockey Night. It’s always Gosalyn."

"No no. You don’t understand DW. She’s going out on a date."

Drake chuckled "Yep, yep yep. Met him yesterday at the hospital. He’s a doctor."

"Wow. So you met him already?"

"Well Darkwing Duck has. But this guy is a primo catch."

"I can’t wait to meet him. Say DW, do you think he could have a look at my wart on my pinkie toe. I think it’s getting worse."

"Eww. No."

"Well Doctors look at that kind of stuff all the time I don’t think-"

Drake clamped his beak shut, trying to think up an explanation easy enough for LP to understand.

"He’s not a doctor now. When he’s at the hospital then he’s a doctor then you can have him look at your foot fungus and whatever. But right now he’s just Gosalyn’s date. Okay."

"Oh No problemo, DW."

Gosalyn stared in through the window and mouthed the words

"let me in already, Geesh. You guys would drown in the rain…"

Drake opened the door.

"Hi Dad." She kissed him on the cheek. "Hey LP. How’s the cable coming?" she sneered at her Dad playfully.

"Knock it off." Drake growled at his daughter.

"Why don’t you just get that satellite guy to come here and stick that thing on the roof. You don’t even know what you are doing and besides you’re never going to find the time to do it by yourself." She reasoned.

"Look young lady. I am not paying some fat overpaid jerk to prance around on my roof, to possibly find out my secret identity, and pay 200$."

Gosalyn knew she had set herself up for one of Dad’s talks

"Look you might not care about your money, but I have appreciation for a dollar. When I was a kid I didn’t have it so good. We didn’t have it so good. We didn’t have leg braces and hockey lessons and stuff. I had to walk to school you know-"

"Was it uphill both ways?" Gosalyn said tearfully. She began to laugh.

Drake twisted his eyes, and went back to work.

"You like my new shirt?" Gosalyn said.

It was the new design for the Cape Suzette Whitewings. (Lavender white and orange).

"It’s real nice. Yeah." Drake said sarcastically. "If you like a bunch of losers."

"Losers? The Whitewings have won the penant 6 times in a row. They rock."

Drake only came up to his daughter’s chest, ever since her legs grew out.

"You know young lad it wouldn’t kill you to show a little home town spirit. I mean how does it look a St. Canardian in a Cape Suzzette tee-shirt."

"The Cranes don’t even have a decent forward. If you can name one good scorer on the Cranes I will send you on an all expense trip to Ducko Pulco myself."

"But their defense is great."

"Yeah. Tell that to Yancey LeDuke." Gos scoffed.

"Well, we don’t have time for that. You have to get ready."

"For?"

"Your date." Drake grabbed her hand "Now what are you going to wear."

"What are you talking about?" Gos asked.

"The date tonight. With Dr. Looney."

Gos looked around "I am ready. He should be here any minute" she took a look at her watch."

"WHAT?" Drake began to panic "You’re not even dressed. Launchpad guard the door make sure he doesn’t see her. Come on. We ought to be able to do something with that hair."

He dragged her struggling up the stairs, slammed her into the chair, at the old vanity, mouth filled with bobby pins "Did you bring a dress or something?"

Gos looked back, up at him "Are you feeling alright?"

"Gos, I am the last person to give you advice on your love life. But could you please at least put on some lipstick."

"I’m not getting dressed up. It’s-"

"Appapapap Young Lady, Look I don’t care what a guy says, he likes when a girl gets glammed up. Now you sit down and I’ll braid your hair."

"What? Dad you have lost your mind. It’s just a- Oww!"

Drake yanked on three sections of her hair. Gos squeaked and tried to push him off

"This is going to be the best I can do in ten minutes."

The spry old lunatic proved too much for her to ward off

"Dad chill out it’s-"

"And don’t tell me you didn’t bring any makeup."

Gos shook out the braid "Dad If you will just listen-" she crammed her braid back under her hat.

"Dah! I didn’t get any pins in it. We’ll never get it back up. Now I’ll go downstairs and stall him while you just try to find some chapstick or something." He walked straight into LP, who was coming up the stairs.

"Oh no, it’s the Prom all over again." Poor LP lamented.

Gos groaned "I give up." Her hair tossed up in the surprisingly good braid. Who would of thought the Terror that Flaps in the Night could handle a double french braid in under two minutes.

"LP you’re supposed to wait for him downstairs."

"Oh he’s already here."

Drake panicked. Gos stood up.

"Well I suppose we better go downstairs and meet him."

"But don’t you wanna put on some makeup, some blush some-"

She passed her exasperating father and walked downstairs.

George was in a Lavender and white jersey and a backwards hat, his big foam finger for her.

"Hey Gosalyn. You look great."

"Wow. You got a real jersey. I used to have one when I was a kid."

"What can I say? Gotta love the Wings."

"Wings!" Gos shouted the intelligible war cry for all wings fans the world over.

Drake looked very confused, and strange with pins sticking out of his mouth. He spit them out "Did I miss something here? I thought they were…"

Launchpad kissed Gosalyn on the cheek "Hope you two have fun at the game."

"We will. The Wings are going to cream the Cranes, man" Looney said excited.

"I love a good mercy killing." Gosalyn said.

"Oh so you’re going to a Hockey game?" Drake finally began to pull it all together.

"Yeah. I mean she is wearing her jersey." LP reasoned.

"Boy. Let me tell you when I heard he had tickets on the penalty box. I couldn’t resist." Gos came closer into Looney.

"Well you two better get going. The game is going to start soon." LP says.

"Ooh right. Great meeting you Mr. Mallard,"

"Please call me Drake."

"Launchpad."

"Hey Doc, call me LP."

"Let’s go. Unless you don’t want to be called Gosalyn."

"Gosalyn is fine by me. Look for us on tv."

"Bye kids. Have fun at the game."

"So, do you always bring dates in to meet your dad?"

"Yeah. Any body who isn’t weirded out by the ultra-conservative bumblings of Drake Mallard has to have a lot of patience." Gosalyn said "Besides, he’d never forgive me. He always want to know who I’m dating, he’s such an old lady."

They drove to the game.