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Gosalyn's Gambit	By : MrFanFIction Category: +1 through F > Darkwing Duck Views: 4403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 6.5 - FOWL DEEDS
It was an Idyllic mornings; the sun breaking over the horizon its first rays shimmering off the dew flecked grass, the waking chirps and calls of the bird. The last of the night's lazy still hanging in the air, the sky a perfect painting of gold, blues and mauve. In another hour, the first honks and beeps of rush hour would begin. It was the sort of morning poems were written about. At least, that is what Reginald Bushroot imagined it was like, some twenty-feet above the underground bunker that served as his home for the moment.
The mildly threatening mutant plant/duck scientist could only imagine what it must be like outside. Not that h wasn't grateful to those strange shadowy fellows and their henchmen that were kind enough to not only give him this well equipped laboratory bunker to hide in but also to outfit it with so much consideration for his special needs. It was no easy task to build a subterranean greenhouse of any size and this one was larger than most of the apartments he had lived in as a duck. It really was a house; with indoor sunlamps, a misting system that kept the air pleasantly damp for not just for him but hi liberated plant friends. His new special friend was indeed quite happy. To think they were just keeping last Hugiabushia Hyperflora in some botanical museum just because they could not think of a way to grow more, or pollinate it.
"Ah my beauty, if only they had just asked you" he said.
It was a beautiful plant to be sure, but only another plant could truly appreciate it. Commonly known as the 'Rainbow Flower' for two reasons. The first being its size and overall appearance but also because the waxy natural coating on its leaves and petals caused it to shimmer iridescently when the sun caught it at just the right angle. The second reason was because the pollen had some rather unusual properties, it wouldn't put you into a sneezing fit or anything like that but any warm-blooded critter that got a snootfull of it would start seeing rainbows and unicorns and pixies; that is to say, they would be tripping. It was part of the reason for the plant being technically extinct. This was the lone surviving specimen, o at least it had been until a few weeks ago. He knew how to grow more of course, not just, because he was a botanist but because he was a plant, well half-plant.
He had simply asked the plant how he could clone it, it told him where to take the cuttings, and in what soil it preferred to grow. He supposed that had been part of the problem. The young seedlings had a different soil requirement than the mature plants, but he knew and now the lonely Hugiabushia had no less than twenty new companions. The other plants he had rescued from that botanical museum were doing nicely as well.
The nice shadowy individuals on the monitor screen were very interested in him growing lots and lots o them. He knew they were evil, nice people did not normally keep themselves shrouded in shadow when speaking over a monitor after all. He did not particularly car though, so long as he could grow the plant he considered himself well paid... even if he did have to live in an underground bunker. At least he was not alone. There was Quackerjack who was ever cheerful and bouncy and rather scary Ammonia Pine who the FOWL people had assigned to them as an assistant and cleaning lady. He suspected she was there for other reasons, such as how she introduced herself.
"Try my patience and you two will be just another mess for me to clean up. Are we clear!" she had growled. She was a large, 'rotund' woman; an eggman strongly advised never, ever, call her 'fat', the last eggman to make that mistake was still taking all his meals through a mechanical straw.
"QUACKERJACK!! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO PICK UP YOUR TOYS?!" She was awake.
It didn't take Bushroot long to realize why the bunker was buried twenty-feet. Any less and her shouts would be as good as a 'Secret Base Here' Billboard.The greenhouse was his part of the bunker. Quackerjack had his. It wasn't that he disliked the loony duck; on the contrary, his vibrations were very uplifting to the plant in him. His toy chattery teeth simply had a tendency to chew on his seedlings.
"Thirty-one times"
Oh no, Quackerjack was talking back, he couldn't be blamed really Bushroot thought, the poor fellow could not resist a punch line but if wasn't careful he'd- *WHAM*
That was the sound of Quackerjack getting the 'punch line'.
"Sorry Dewbell'", that was his name for the Hugiabushia, or rather name it had asked him to call it. "But I'd better go break that up before-Quackerjack gets-"*THWACK*
Bushroot winced. "Okay maybe a little too late to keep him from getting hurt” At least he could stop Ammonia from rampaging. The harsh vibes would upset Dewbell and company, not to mention the daisies in the flowerbox out in the common area.
He opened the door and made to step out. Then he froze. There was Ammonia Pine, in her nightgown, with her trusty broom. There was Quackerjack with his pants down bent over a couch and Ammonia was going to town to town on that exposed backside with the broom. The part that made him pivot on his heel and walk back into the greenhouse was the euphoric smile on Quackerjack's face. No, he wanted no part of whatever was going on out there. Then the monitor blipped on. The nice fellows from FOWL were checking in.
"I trust things are ready for the next phase of the plan Doctor Bushroot?" the leftmost one asked?
"Oh yes sir, yes sir, Pollen production is peaked pending processing sirs!" Bushroot replied saluting the screen. It did not need to be impressed upon him that these were people that could, and would, turn him into a tossed salad and or kindling.
"Excellent!" The squinty-eyed one third from the left said. "Then we are ready to proceed to the next stage of the plan. But you'll have to be quick; we’ve got Word that Quackerjack’s-"
*thwack*"OH MAMMA! Hurt me good!" Quackerjack's ecstatic shouts were getting rather loud.
"What was that?" the taller of the shadowy figures asked.
"Er...uhm nothing sirs, nothing at all eh heh" Bushroot laughed a little nervously. He was internally praying they would not order him to go check it out.
The squinty-eyed one spoke, "Well as I was saying the plan is ready for stage two... and-" and was interrupted by.
"OH YEAH BABY! SLAM THAT BROOMSTICK HOME!" Quackerjack again and now Bushroot wished he had ears to plug.
"Is there something we going on over there that we should know about?" the short squat one on the right asked, looking rather annoyed. Well as annoyed as a shadowy figure with glowwy eyes could look.
"N-n-n-no sirs! Nothing you should know about" Reginald Bushroot honestly believed that whatever was going on out there was nothing ANY being should know about. It was a shame that the council took his stuttering as a cause for suspicion.
"Let's see then shall we. Bring up the Feed from outside the greenhouse," the leftmost one said to someone just of screen.
"Nowaityoudontwantto!" he sputtered. Too late.
Five heads turned to look at something just out of camera frame. He could not see what they were looking at but the way their sharp eyes went as big and round as dinner plates, spoke of horror. He could hear Ammonia Pine's voice."
"You like that don't you? *thwack* yeah! You dirty boy! You like getting the broom handle DEEP! Mama Pine's got something for you to clean up with that beak of yours"
Off camera he heard someone retching and another voice, "Oh god my eyes, it burns!" it wasn't Quackerjack. Oh no, he could hear Quackerjack squealing gleefully through the door.
The audio on the other end of the conference monitor cut off.
"Doctor Bushroot..." the centre figure spoke, doing a fine job of regaining his composure.
Bushroot was already on his knees, "Please don't make me go out there! Anything but that!"
"Oh no, we will not be doing that Doctor Bushroot... We're Evil but that would be..." the squinty eyed one finished the sentence
"-just wrong, so very very wrong."
"So uhm since you guys have all the pollen you need uhm. I was wonder... could I please pleaase be allowed to take Dewbell and leave." he was still on his knees, hands clasped in pleading.
The other three council members were starting to recover from whatever it was they had seen,
"Permission granted Doctor Bushroot, we will send a notice to Agent Ammonia and Quackerjack *eugh* later."
"Thank You!"
"Now if you will excuse us we need to pay a visit to the mind wiper". The five were already dashing stage left before the feed cut off.
Bushroot made his exit with similar haste. Dewbell in Tow. He knew a lovely Spot in Yellowstone that would be perfect for Dewbell. As he was leaving, he heard something about a 'Whiffleboy Grandprix Arcade Tournament'.
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