All around Town; Saturday [ 02/07 ].
It was hardly St. Canard, but that was no reason to not be in action! Swooping from rooftop to rooftop, dipping into alleys, occasionally smashing his beak into a wall, the Masked Mallard made his rounds, looking for crime.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night!" he called as he swung. It didn't seem to matter much that it wasn't night at all.
"I," he said, swinging, "am the kernel of popcorn that gets stuck in your teeth!"
"I," swing, "am DARKWING DUCK!"
Miraculously, he landed on the next rooftop, standing up straight as he looked over the town.
"Let's get dangerous."
[[ ILU, Jim Cummings. Very open! When there's trouble, you call DW! ]]
[[ there is a slight warning of a spot of activity deadness this evening as we celebrate a birfday ]]
"I am the terror that flaps in the night!" he called as he swung. It didn't seem to matter much that it wasn't night at all.
"I," he said, swinging, "am the kernel of popcorn that gets stuck in your teeth!"
"I," swing, "am DARKWING DUCK!"
Miraculously, he landed on the next rooftop, standing up straight as he looked over the town.
"Let's get dangerous."
[[ ILU, Jim Cummings. Very open! When there's trouble, you call DW! ]]
[[ there is a slight warning of a spot of activity deadness this evening as we celebrate a birfday ]]