Tale Spin Fanfiction: The Organization Phoenix - 13. Chapter 13
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Rebecca was sitting in an armchair, reading a book, every now and then she’d cast a glance at Kit and Chris as they slept together on the couch, cuddling each other in their sleep.
They have really attached to each other in such a short time, Rebecca thought as she stood up. But hey, she shrugged, what do you expect? They’re twins… I just hope I can be a good mother to them both, especially Chris. She opened a closet and withdrew a blanket from within, walked over to the two slumbering bear cubs, placing the blanket over them and tucking it in around them. So my flight crew doesn’t get too chilly. She pushed Kit’s hair back and kissed him on the cheek, and then she kissed Chris. Sweet dreams, my little aces.
Kit and Chris both smiled in their sleep.
Darkwing Duck was crouching low to the ground, going up and down the hallway with his magnifying glass in his hand, following a trail of footprints on the floor.
How did Megavolt and Quackerjack get in here? Darkwing wondered as he continues to follow the trail of footprints. There’s only one way in and out and nobody knows where the entrance is.
“Oof!” Unaware of whom he heading, Darkwing bumped into a pair of legs and collapsed backward.
“Hey, watch where you’re—oh…” Darkwing shook his head to clear the stars from his vision and looked up to see Max Goof, Goofy’s teenage son.
“Hey, Darkwing, are you alright?” asked Max as he helped the Masked Mallard to his feet.
“Who, me? Oh, yeah…I’m just fine—now, if you’ll excuse me, I got a crime to investigate.” Darkwing moved away from Max, and continued to look around the floor with his magnifying glass.
Max sighed, “Crime fighters, they’re all the same… Darkwing, there are millions of footprints on the floor, how can you tell which is Megavolt’s or Quackerjack’s?”
Darkwing stopped and his head spring up. “Good point there, Goofy Junior…”At this, Max turned brick red, his fists clenched.
“Never…Call me…that again…” he growled through clenched teeth.
“Whatever you say, Goofy Boy…” Darkwing said, unconcerned, trying to think of how to solve this mystery.
Max shook with rage. “That…either..!”
“Look, Max,” Darkwing said impatiently. “Unless you have any valuable leads on how Megavolt and Quackerjack got in here—GO TO YOUR ROOM!”
Max crossed his arms and glared at the Masked Mallard. “You’re not my Dad.”
“AHHH-HOO-HOO-HOO…!” as if on cue, Goofy came bursting into the scene on rocket-installed skates and crashed into Darkwing, plowing him into the wall!
“Oy…” Darkwing groaned in a dazed state, seeing stars fly around his head. Then he shook his head like a dog trying to rid itself of water. “Goofy…” he grunted as he pushed the bloodhound off of him. “Why are you still going around in those skates?”
“Gawrsh, sorry, Darkwing.” Goofy said, standing up but falling back down again due to the skates rolling out from beneath him. “Whoa-whoa!—Oof!” he fell at Darkwing’s feet and looked up at him from the floor. “Still testing these for Maxie.”
“Goofy, if I were in your shoes, I’d throw those away!” Darkwing then pointed at the skates. “Those are dangerous! I’d never even let Gosalyn wear ’em!”
Goofy frowned with the seriousness that was against his nature as he sat up.
“You’re right, Darkwing…” he took off the skates, stood up and turned to Max, holding the skates by the laces. “Sorry, Maxie, but these are too dangerous. They’re hard to control and I could never find the breaks on this thing. And I crashed into Mathew on these…”
“Mathew?!” Max panicked. “You crashed into Mathew? The famous pilot, Mathew Cloudkicker?! Oh, no, please tell me you didn’t break him…”
“Hmm, I dunno…he seems fine when I delivered his mail to him.” Goofy said, and then he turned to Darkwing. “Darkwing, I was talking to Gizmo Duck a few minutes ago. He said that the bad guys got in here by stowing away in one of Shere Khan’s aircraft.”
Darkwing’s eyes widened at this piece of information. To him, it was so obvious that he smacked himself across the face.
“Of course!” he exclaimed, he pounded his fist against his palm. “There’s only one way in and out, and we’re too deep under water to make a new entrance up on land. And Megavolt can’t get near the water without electrocuting himself—boy! Am I feeling really stupid!” he smacked himself across the face with a hand.
“Aw, ah-yuck! You’re not stupid…” Goofy placed a comforting hand on Darkwing’s shoulder. “You just haven’t thought of that, that’s all.”
“Thanks, Goofy…” Darkwing mattered, still a little upset with himself. “You’re always the honest one.”
“Welp, I gotta go,” Goofy said. “Mr. McDuck told me to lock the only entrance into this dome and to tell all the pilots that their planes are grounded till further notice. That includes your Thunderquack.”
“So, basically we’re stuck here until we capture Megavolt and Quackerjack…” Darkwing said dully
“Basically…” Goofy replied, he walked on to tend to his duties around the headquarters; he only went as far as two yard away from Max and Darkwing when all of a sudden—
The whole of the Headquarters of the Organization Phoenix shook violently as if an earthquake just occurred. Then the alarms went off and red lights flashed around them.
Overhead came the voice of Gizmo Duck on the intercom.
“Emergency! This is NOT a drill! A hole had been made in the airport room, and water is now flooding in! Please return to your rooms until we get things situated!”
“Sounds like they got away on one of the planes.” Darkwing groaned, then he saw something that made his heart skip a beat—water, a huge monstrous wave of water was rushing down the hall toward them!
Max saw it too, for he let out a yelled of panic and cried out: “RUN!”
The three of them bolted for a door nearest them, got in and shut the door on the monstrous wave of water. They heard it splash down and run down the hall.
“The halls are now filled with water…” came Gizmo Duck’s voice over the intercom.
No kidding? What was your first clue, pinhead? Darkwing thought with a sarcastic and bitter mood. He hated being helpless to do anything to help out, that and his jealousy of Gizmo Duck caused the Masked Mallard to experience these bitter and resentful moods.
Gizmo Duck’s voice ran out again.
“I recommend you all stay in your rooms where the water can’t get in. I’ll take care of this problem personally.”
“YOU BETTER NOT SCREW THIS UP!” yelled Scrooge McDuck’s voice in the background. “IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY GRANDNEPHEWS, I’LL HAVE YOUR HEAD! NOW GET GOING!”
At this, Darkwing chuckled lightheartedly. You know, I think I’m going to like that old rich duck…
Elsewhere; Megavolt and Quackerjack were flying one of Shere Khan’s plane. They just broke the surface of the water and went soaring into the air.
Inside the cockpit, Megavolt was straining to hold the flight stick in place but the flight stick kept pulling Megavolt forward as he tried to pull back on it.
“Uh! Flying is harder then it looks.” Megavolt panted as he continues to pull back on the flight stick. “That big fat bear and that Cloudkicker guy makes it look so easy!”
“Wait, you don’t know how to fly this thing?” Quackerjack asked from the co-pilot seat, looking slightly worried.
“Do I look like a pilot?” Megavolt snapped at him. “I…can’t…hold it..! Ah!” Finally he lost his grip on the flight stick and it shot forward and bounced off the dashboard, creating a dent there and the plane pointed downward.
Megavolt and Quackerjack both screamed and then Quackerjack withdrew his banana doll called Mr. Banana Brains from his pocket.
“We’re doomed! Oh, we’re doomed!” Quackerjack said in a high pitch voice, talking for the banana doll.
“Oh, shut up…” moaned Megavolt as he braced himself for impact.
The plane was heading toward a deserted island and the two villains were screaming for their lives.
The plane crash landed on the sandy beach of the island and slid across the beach until it ran into a couple of coconut trees.
After the crash, Quackerjack was sitting on the beach below the plane, looking dizzy, while Megavolt hung with his head and torso sticking out of the broken windshield, looking dazed.
“Oh…remind me never to fly a plane again…” Megavolt groaned.
“Uh, uh, gladly, Sparky…” Quackerjack groaned, looking dazed. Out of anger at being called ‘Sparky’, Megavolt aimed his finger at a coconut tree and shot a bolt of lightning at one of the coconuts and it fell out of its’ tree and bonked Quackerjack on the head. “OUCH!” He now looked even more dazed with toy tops and teddy bears flying around his head and his tongue hanging out of his mouth. “Whaaa…”
Megavolt crawled backward through the windshield, back into the cockpit, he sat down in the pilot seat and picked up the radio microphone and called Pirate Island.
“Come in, Peter Piper, come in…”
“This is Peter Piper… what is it?” Don Carnage’s voice spoke through the radio. “And this has better be important!”
“Well,” Megavolt said unto the microphone. “We crash landed on an island about twenty miles south of Pirate Island…”
“Yes, yes, enough of the small details…” Don Carnage said impatiently. “…Did you dismantle that red plane?”
“Uh…” Megavolt said hesitantly, now wishing he made absolute sure he got the right plane. “Are you sure it wasn’t a yellow plane?”
“Yes, I am sure!” yelled Don Carnage furiously. “I saw it with my own two perfect eyes.”
“Well, we found a plane that fits the description you gave us,” said Megavolt nervously. “but it was yellow, not red.”
“YOU IDIOTS!” Don Carnage screamed. “That was the Sea Duck! Not the super-fast red plane!”
“Oh, well Quackerjack told me that it was the right plane…”
“Then I shall send someone to come and fetch you, but Quackerpack is to be left for dead!”
“Yes sir…Over and out.” Megavolt hung up the microphone.
—Back at the Organization Phoenix HQ—
The hallway of the Headquarters was soaked and wet; Gizmo Duck has somehow managed to cover the hole in the dome, repair the wall and drained all the water.
“Whew! Glad that’s over!” Gizmo Duck said in relief. He was a duck in a robotic suit with a single wheel underneath him as a way of getting around. He rolled down the hall; a hand with a microphone popped out of a slot on his helmet and held it to his beak. “May I have your attention please, it is now safe to come out, the hole in the wall has been repaired and the halls had been drained of all the water. The floors are still wet, so be careful. That’ll be all.”
One of the doors down the hall burst open and bounced off the wall, and Mathew came dashing out, running down the hall toward the Airport Room and out of sight. Gizmo Duck knew that he was going to check on his plane.
Then Darkwing, Goofy and Max came out of the room they were in and greeted Gizmo Duck.
“Are you guys okay?” asked Gizmo Duck, looking at three of them with concern.
“Yeah, we’re okay.” Goofy replied. “And thanks to you, we won’t be swimming with the sharks tonight, ah-yuck!”
“No problem!” Gizmo Duck said in a loud, dramatic and heroic voice. “Just doing my job.”
“Oh, brother…” Darkwing muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.
In the Airport Room, Mathew ran toward the Phoenix, opened the door on the pilot side and jumped inside. He checked the cockpit over, making sure everything was the way it should be. Then he sat down in his seat and attempted to start the engines, but they stuttered and died on him. Looking out the window at the propellers, he saw that seaweeds were tangled up in them.
“Okay, other then the seaweeds in the propellers, the Phoenix is just fine.” Mathew said with a little bit of satisfaction in his voice. He can handle the seaweed problem.
“Hey, Mathew! How’s the Phoenix?” said a voice.
Mathew looked out his window and saw Wildcat standing there with an innocent, childlike smile on his face.
“She’s fine, Wildcat, she just got seaweeds in the engines.”
Wildcat climbed onto one of the wings and opened up the engines.
“You know, you’re right.” Wildcat said, smiling innocently like a child. “This little flaming bird is all clogged up, she’s saying ‘help me, help me, I can’t breathe, I got a cold!'” he collapsed backward on the wing as if he was fainting and then sat back up again with his tools in his hands, opening the engine. “But Uncle Wildcat will make it all better.”
Mathew did not know what Wildcat was doing but he heard him hammering away on the engines and when he looked out the window to see what Wildcat was doing, he saw, to his astonishment, a clean, seaweed-free engine and propeller. He was so shocked, he didn’t seem to notice that his jaws had dropped, his mouth hanging open.
Wildcat was already fixing the other engine before Mathew was able to get back to his senses and close his mouth.
“Ha-ha, I’ll never get use to Wildcat’s speedy repairing ability…” he chuckled, shaking his head.
“Okay, Mathew, she’s as good as pretty and twice as new now.” Wildcat called to him as he got off the wing and walked a few yards away before turning around and saying in loud voice. “Start ‘er up!”
Mathew turned on the engines, they roared to life and sounded better then Mathew could ever remember, everything was running very smoothly. The propellers were spinning very nicely. Satisfied, Mathew turned off the engines and gave Wildcat the thumb-up before opening his door and getting out of the plane.
“Great job, Wildcat!” Mathew said, patting Wildcat on the back. “She sounds better then ever! So, how’s the Sea Duck coming along?”
“Still very unwell…” Wildcat said sadly, but then his face brightened. “But she’s coming along very nicely.”
“Can I see it?” Mathew asked.
“Sure, man, follow me.” Wildcat led the way to a big plane garage and pushed open the big iron doors. “There she is.”
Mathew walked in after Wildcat, looking in awe at the Sea Duck.
The body of the plane was put back together again, looking brand new with a darker shade of yellow and red and it was sparkly clean. But Mathew could tell it wasn’t complete yet. Although the body of the plane, wings and tail section was put back together, it was still lacking the pontoons under wings and the engines and propellers hasn’t been installed yet.
Walking around the Sea Duck, admiring the plane from every angle, he spotted Gadget in a corner, wearing a wielding mask, wielding an engine with a blowtorch
As Mathew approaches Gadget, he saw that she was working on a newer version of the Super Flight One Hundred, adding the Overdrive turbo, along with her engine cooler invention
“Oh, hi Mathew,” she said, turning off her blowtorch and pushing her wielding mask up so he could see her face. “I’m just adding the finishing touch to engine one, I still have to do engine two and Wildcat and I have trouble getting the pontoons back on.”
“I think I can help with that.” Mathew said. “Wildcat, help me lift this pontoon.”
“Okay, Matt.” Wildcat said as he and Mathew walked over to the other side of the room.
Mathew and Wildcat lifted a pontoon and carried it over to the Sea Duck.
“Man!” Mathew panted. “Pontoons are heavier then they look!”
“You’re telling me,” Wildcat grunted as he struggled to keep his balance under the weight of the pontoon.
They held the pontoon under the left wing while Gadget got a ladder and climbed up to the wing and bolted the pontoon to the wing. And they did the same thing with the other pontoon.
“There! Now all is left is to install the engines, but they’re not done yet.” Gadget said as she returned to working on the engines.
“Well, if you need me, I’ll be in my room.” Mathew said as he left the work shop.
—Back in Rebecca’s room—
Chris stirred as his eyes fluttered open; he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked sideway at Kit and patted him gently on the head before getting out the blanket and off the couch.
He looked over at Rebecca and saw that she was taking a nap too.
Perfect, he thought. Now I can explore on my own…
He crept across the living room and quietly opened the door and stepped out into the hall and silently closed the door…