DWD Ch. 2 preview

In the city of Duckburg in some rundown warehouse, a group of dog thugs looked over their loot. Each of them dressed in identical clothing; a red long sleeve shirt, blue pants, a green hat, and a black mask over their eyes. While most of the group were looking over the cash they had managed to steal from a nearby bank, one of them sat away from the others. He was a fairly fit young man with a few short bangs of black hair peeking out from his hat. He sat on a crate, looking at a newspaper. Another of the six, this one a slim young man with cap backwards and a spiked quaff of bleach blond hair, looked towards his newspaper comrade and noticed the determined look on his face. The blonde approached his cohort.

"What's up, Brainy?" The  blonde asked, addressing his partner, "Whatcha looking at?"

Brainy looked up from the old paper.

"The future, Blitz," Brainy answered.

Blitz looked confused.

"What do ya mean?" He asked.

Brainy stood up on the crate, the newspaper rolled up in his hand.

He spoke loudly, addressing of his fellow thugs, "Beagles!"

His call drew the attention of all members of the gang.

"My Brothers. My Cousins. Look at us. We are the Beagle Boys! The newest generation in a long line of hoods and thugs. We are one of the most infamous gangs in Duckburg," Brainy stated proudly, raising the pride of his relatives and causing them to cheer.

"But I ask youse guys...where and what has that gotten us?"

Silence fell among them as they tried to retort or think of an answer.

"Let me ask again in a different way; What exactly do we have to show for all our infamy?"

Still no answer from his relatives.

"I'll tell you. All we got to show our troubles is this pathetic excuse of a hide out and a van that just barely holds all of us," Brainy clarified, "To put it bluntly, Begales; We got nothing."

Laughter came from one of the beagles, a stalky, thin fellow with a propeller cap on top of his wild red hair.  He wore a wide almost insane grin on his face.

"And they say I'm the crazy one," said Boingo Beagle.

"What are you talking about, Brainy?" Asked Blitz, grabbing a wad of bills, "Look at this loot that we've got here."

"True, we get a pretty nice payday every once and a while but that's only when we're lucky and we often aren't," Brainy explained.

"Just what are you getting at, Brainy?" Asked Buggy, the smallest and youngest of the beagles, placing the jar of insects in his hands down on the ground.

"What I'm getting at my young compadre is that I think we've fallen into a rut and I think the only way to get out of this rut is a change of scenery," Brainy continued, "Like a new town."

"Leave Duckbug? and Go where exactly?" questioned Brick, the largest and most muscular of the beagles.

Brainy smiled and strode up closer to the gang, "I'm glad you asked that, Brick. I've found just the place for us. A place where good cops are as rare as diamonds. A place where the best business is in the black market. A place where the bank vaults crumble like old cheese."

"Cheese?" said Burger Junior whose interest was peaked by the prospect of food, "Mmm, I could go for some cheddar right now."

"Shut up, Burger," Brainy said and than continued his speech, "A place just for people like us. A Crook's paradise."

Brainy's description of this 'crook's paradise' peaked the interest of his comrades. Blitz listened carefully to what his brother was saying.

"Where exactly would that be, bro?" Blitz asked.

Brainy smiled and slammed the newspaper on a crate. The newspaper unrolled and exposed a headline:

CRIME RAISES IN ST. CANARD

"Here is where we'll go. Saint Canard!"

"St. Canard?" asked the female of the group, "Mmm~! It would be nice to go somewhere different. I'm in. I just hope the bank vaults don't crumble as easily as you say."

"Don't worry, Bombshell," assured Brainy, "I'm sure your bombs will be more than sufficient, Cuz."

"Count me in, too," said Burger Junior, "St. Canard has a Hamburger Hippo. My mouth is already watering."

Bombshell and Blitz both wore a flat expression at this comment while Brainy smacked his palm to his forehead.

"Could we possibly leave him here?" Asked Bombshell.

"No, We'll take him in case we need him for later," stated Brainy then directing his attention to the rest of the gang, "What do the rest of ya say?"

"I'm in."

"Me, too."

"Sure thing."

Blitz came up to Brainy and put his hand on his sibling's shoulder.

"Looks like it's time for a road trip."

Brainy nodded.

"All right, Beagles. Load it up and move it out. It's St. Canard or Busted."

Two Weeks later....

Gosalyn Mallard stood in a kickboxing ring dressed in a muted lavender sports bra, royal purple sweatpants, and black fingerless gloves. She stood in a defensive stance with her arms up to guard blows. Opposite her was Louie Duck, the tallest and most muscular of the three duck brothers. Louie was also in a defense pose and dressed in a similar fashion to Gosalyn, though he wore a jade green tanktop and dark green sweats. This had been a bit of a ritual between the two. They would meet at the local gym early in the morning and spar a bit before work. Louie liked to stay in shape and Gosalyn pretty much felt the same with the addition of needing to stay fit for her crime-fighting as Darkwing Duckette. Gosalyn threw a few punches but Louie blocked them pretty well.

"Come on, Gos," Louie said, "I know you got better moves than that."

"What about you?" Gosalyn replied, "You haven't landed a single hit on me. Either I've dodged them or blocked them."

"So far," Louie stated before throwing a right jab and left jab but neither of them touching Gosalyn who weaved away from the strikes.

"Those barely grazed me," she said, "try this on for size!"

Gosalyn threw a few rapid jabs which Louie blocked and tried to retaliate with a right hook. However, Gosalyn dodged the hook, crouched, and swept her leg under Louie's. Louie fell back on the mat as Gosalyn stood up confidently.

"You asked for my best, Lou," Gosalyn said, "Guess you couldn't handle me."

Louie looked up at her slightly annoyed by her cocky attitude but smirked as he moved his legs to her feet. He then tripped Gosalyn up and she fell to the mat on her bill.

"Ow!" She said tending to her slightly bent beak, "That hurt, Louie."

"It's only a small bruise," Louie said.

"You could've broke my beak, Louie," Gosalyn said.

"I meant your ego," Louie retorted as he stood up.

"Oh hardy har," Gosalyn replied sarcastically.

"You gotta be careful about underestimating your opponent, Gos," Louie said, offering Gosalyn his hand and helped her up, "Come on, we gotta go to work."

Gosalyn accepted his hand and stood up. After going to the locker rooms, showering, and changing, the two strolled down the street towards the McDuck Enterprises HQ. Louie wore a dark green suit, a white shirt, a lime green tie, black dress shoes, and a green baseball cap turned backwards. Gosalyn wore a muted purple pantsuits, a pale purple dress shirt, and red shoes. Both of them carried small duffle bags with their workout clothes in them. Gosalyn looked over to her tall friend.

"Hey Louie," She said, "I wanna ask you something."

"Yeah?" Louie replied.

"Why did you choose to become a director of the entertainment branch of McDuck enterprises?" She asked, "You seem so physically fit and athletic, you could have become a sports star. Why become head of a sports network?"

"Why did you become a director of the R&D branch?" Louie retorted, "You seem you'd be better suited to becoming a police officer or something."

Gosalyn was a bit surprised by the question. She turned away.

"I have my reasons. Besides, police work seems like it would be a bit tedious with all the paperwork you have to fill out," She explained.

"I have my reasons too. I could've become a pro football star or something but Uncle Scrooge's offer gave me an idea and inspiration," Louie began to explain, "I'm doing this to make McDuck Sports Network a channel by sports fans, for sports fans. Showing games and the like and showing reruns of games late at night."

"And no poker games?" Gosalyn said.

"Got rid of that as soon as I got in charge," Louie said, "I can't believe anyone would call that a sport and give it any airtime."

Gosalyn giggled at this statement and Louie joined in her laughter as they strolled to the McDuck Enterprises HQ.