Mallard Thunderbeak, Episode 03 of 13, Part 1

Starring:
Mallard Thunderbeak, male former human now a Mighty Duck duplicate of a young Canard Thunderbeak, hero
Stefano Webster; Electronics and Mechanics specialist
Caesar O' Donald nicknamed as Zero; Ace pilot and weapons specialist
Eira Swanson; Communications specialist
Fiona DuCaine; Swat Operative and Tactician
Falcone of the Raptrin Brotherhood of the Blade; detective; customs agent
Harmony Harper; Puckworld Sports Representative and Reporter for the Nightly Puckworld News team

Allies:
Carol Mason, female human, girlfriend, junior Olympic Figure Skater
James Talbot, male human, friend of Carol's; practicing magician, wealthy eccentric
Captain Ace Kannis, male human, legal guardian for Mallard; Police officer in San Francisco
Aramus E. Quincy, male human, best friend to Sigmund

Enemies:
Dr. Theodore Quark, male Puckworld medical technician, allied to Wraith

Chapter One

The next morning, Ace brought in the mail and set it down on Sigmund's work desk. "One of those envelopes looks pretty important, Sigmund." he said as he looked over the draft drawings regarding the New Puck City embassy project that Mallard and the other ducks were putting together. "Looks like all those drafting classes paid off."

Sigmund was in his human form for a change since handling the pencils was a bit easier without his feathers and fur getting in the way. "The ducks want to someday get families started and they don't want to be in the way of the humans who might take offense to alien ducks taking over the neighborhood. So the plan is to create a United Nations sanctioned land for the ducks to colonize; a replacement environment much like Puckworld. And I've chosen to help them build it and help them to run the place especially since all indications from Canard One and the daily scans he does on me point to my someday being permanently stuck in duck form like the others. I know you care about me, Ace, but this is important to every duck we're taking care of. It will be slow at first but think about the bigger picture... a chance to set up proper law enforcement from the beginning in a new civilization. The Puck Police already look up to you, Ace. And Nosedive said your knowledge of law enforcement really helped him to learn what law did what."

Sigmund then picked up the top most letter and opened it. "This is from some English law firm in Skipton, England. That's the place where my parent's clan originated from. It says that after my parents passed away, a few more relatives also passed away and since I am the sole survivor of the clan, the day I awoke from my coma I became eligible for the inheritance. Great. It also says that they know about my accident but if I can resume my human form, I should show up human to make it easier to prove I am really Sigmund Wyndtrough. And because of what Canard One told me, if I am to claim this inheritance, I need to go over there as soon as possible. This will be an interesting vacation. I hope Nosedive will be free to come along."

Ace said, "If you are going to meet with barristers, don't go over there dressed like a street punk. Wear a business suit and look proper at least."

Sigmund grinned. "As my father found out when he was alive... business suits are hot and itchy. Those dress shoes are often too tight for my big feet. But for you, I'll wear it this once."

Ace grinned back. "And you can use the family's corporate jet to get over there and back so you don't get lost in the Atlantic."

"I better place a call to the pond then and ask if Nosedive will be free," said Sigmund. "And Zero can pilot the corporate jet for us since he is a pilot."

One phone call later, it was Phil who answered the phone. "Speak to me, Boobie."

"Hey Phil! It's me, Mallard! How would you like to get the Mighty Ducks to a photo opportunity in Jolly Old England? I have to head over there to talk to some barristers regarding my family inheritance and I was wanting to take Nosedive with me at least. Getting posters of the ducks in front of Stonehenge might be a money maker for the fans."

Phil then replied, "One of the ducks' enemies is locked up in the Tower of London over there, Mal baby. I can ask them if they would like to do it with you but I'm not sure if they would want to. I have trouble getting them to agree to do any publicity stunt I arrange for them."

Sigmund then said, "Just tell them the truth, Phil; I need my partner over in Northern England. Maybe I can get the ducks to dress up Renaissance style at one of the local fairs. I am sure I can tempt Duke into playing Robin Hood."

Phil replied, "Hold the line, Mallard, I'll go ask them right now. They are on the ice practicing for this Saturday's game." And while Sigmund was placed on hold, Phil headed out to the edge of the rink. "Wildwing, guys! Get over here! Mallard called us!" Once the ducks skated over to find out what was up, Phil said, "Mallard has to go to Northern England in regards to his family inheritance. He wants to take Nosedive with him, but he came up with a great photo opportunity for you guys to do in England while he is speaking to barristers. He said you guys can get your picture taken at Stonehenge and dress up and have some fun at a renaissance fair. On the bright side, those fairs have prizes and loads of good food. I could get some great cuisine over there. What do you say... for Mallard? He's waiting on the phone, guys. I have to tell him something."

Wildwing grabbed Phil's phone and deactivated hold before saying, "Mallard? Wildwing here. Is Phil on the level?"

Sigmund smiled. "As strange as it sounds, Wildwing, he is telling the truth this time. So how about it, do I get the ducks for a few days in Jolly Old England? We will be up near Sherwood Forest primarily. In return, I will see about having Carol perform a pre-game show this Saturday on the ice. The fans loved it the first time. Please...? Better be glad you can't see me making the sad puppy dog eyes."

Wildwing looked at his team. "Who all is up for accompanying Mallard to Northern England? He is asking for Nosedive but he suggested we could all go and Phil is actually looking forward to making the trip as well. We would be back before Saturday. In exchange, we get Carol and Mallard for a Saturday pre-game show. And guys, what the heck is sad puppy dog eyes?"

Phil said, "Boobie... it is a fate worse than death. If Mallard can do those eyes, then he wins."

The rest of the ducks all nodded their heads in agreement to make the trip with Mallard. Then Wildwing said into the phone. "You win, Mallard. You get the Mighty Ducks for a few days in England. When will you be leaving?"

Sigmund smiled again. "The rest of us will be heading out in the Wyndtrough corporate jet, but you guys can follow in the Aerowing. We are not going to London, Wildwing. We have to head to Skipton. That's where the law firm is that I as Sigmund have to meet the barristers at. After I get this inheritance crap squared away, I will treat you guys to a good time at Stonehenge and then later in Nottingham where they are having their forest fair this week. And guys... I'd like to see you guys in the local garb of the attendees while we're there."

Wildwing rolled his eyes. "I knew there was a catch. Well, we agreed to come with you, so we will do it. We'll meet with you in the air over the bay. Wildwing out." He hung up and handed the cellphone back to Phil as he said to the others, "When we go to the fair, we have to dress up like ye old locals. And that means the ladies wear dresses. Men wear tights. Phil too."

End of Chapter One

Chapter Two

Ace chose to remain behind due to work issues while the rest boarded the corporate jet bound for England. As the corporate jet launched from the San Francisco air port, they were met and joined over the bay by the Aerowing as they made their way East toward the Atlantic. Then came the jaunt over the ocean toward Great Britain. While Sigmund wasn't looking forward to seeing the clan home territory, he wasn't all that comfortable in regards to the barristers either. Something just seemed too suspicious about their contacting him out of the blue in regards to an inheritance.

Arriving at the airport in Skipton, the corporate jet came to a stop. The Aerowing supposedly landed at Stonehenge to get their photo shoot started while Sigmund dealt with barrister business in town. Riding in the Wyndtrough company car, Sigmund was sill suspicious in regards to this sudden inheritance request. Surely the barristers had not been following his recovery effort in the hospital.

However upon his arrival at the Skipton Law Offices, Sigmund showed his credentials and photo ID to the secretary before being shown into a private office to await the barristers arrival. When they did arrive, they were not alone; with them were two London guards and between them was that former Puckworldian criminal, Falcone, a former Raptrin member of The Brotherhood of The Blade. Sigmund tensed up immediately when he laid eyes on this avian from the Ducks' home dimensional universe. "Make it good or else I will demonstrate that this Wyndtrough has sharp claws."

The head barrister then said, "Calm down, Mr. Wyndtrough. All will be revealed. Word reached Mr. Falcone that you were about to launch a rebuilding effort to make an embassy for the Avian Dimensions' refugees; supposedly the name of this project is New Puck City. We had been about to contact you anyway in regards to the family corporate fortune when Falcone here told the guards that he was willing to cut a release deal in exchange for helping this rebuild project. Naturally, the final decision is up to you, Sigmund."

Falcone said, "I heard that you had a deal with Dragaunus and it takes a class act to make him lower his guard in regards to a mistake that Wraith committed upon you. Sigmund, please... I am going crazy in the lock up; I can work, I swear to you. This is not a trick."

Sigmund glared directly at Falcone. "If this is a trick, I will put you on ice just like Captain America had been in during World War II." He now turned his glare at the barristers. "Now about this inheritance. Am I truly the last Wyndtrough or is this likewise a trick?"

The head barrister replied, "I can assure you that this is on the level. The Wyndtrough Corporation was responsible for the creation of cruise liners and other various sailing vessels and ships. The Will specifically stated that should Sigmund Wyndtrough ever awaken from his coma that the entire corporate estate be handed over to him, forthwith. Since your miraculous restoration from the hospital, through means we care not about... We only care that you are here now. Congratulations, Sigmund. After you sign the paperwork, you will own the bulk of the Wyndtrough ship building factories worldwide as well as the rest of the worldwide estates. We only require the amount that was promised to our firm upon the completion of the contract involving your return."

"And how much does that come to?" Sigmund was not signing any papers as yet. He was still suspicious and rightfully so. Duke had warned him about Falcone since they were heading to England. Not to mention, Ace always drilled into Sigmund to always verify all legal paperwork in every way before agreeing to anything. "And who told you what I was about to do, Falcone? You said you happened to hear about my project. I know the London Guard don't speak to the prisoners when they make their rounds. Who told you?"

The head barrister replied, "Selling one luxury liner would cover the costs of our promised fee."

Sigmund said, "Put those exact words in writing and then sign your name to it." He nodded his head at Falcone now. "You're up."

Falcone replied, "I was laying on my cot one night and Wraith mentally contacted me. He told me what you were planning and then he said you could be my ticket to freedom especially since you had a deal with Dragaunus. Even I know that Wraith is bad news to deal with, so I figured that if I just told you about his involvement in getting word to me, you would see that I was being honest up front. I have been burned by the Saurians before, Sigmund. Please... Let me work for my freedom. Don't make me return to jail. I can provide skills that only one member of the Mighty Ducks has; Duke. Unless he has dumped his team to join yours, then I am likely to rot in jail."

Sigmund replied, "Make it worth my while and I will give you a chance. If you double cross me, its the ice block in London's jail. Even the Mighty Ducks have trouble breaking that ice. My team is called the Puck Police; if you join up with me, you will be working for the law for decent pay. I know you will be tempted to return to your old ways but I can make it worth your while, Falcone. Have you ever heard that old saying, 'It takes one to know one'?"

Falcone nodded his head, "Yes, what of it?"

Sigmund continued his explanation. "The greatest detectives on Earth started their careers as seasoned criminals; (this does not apply to police officers nor palace guards.) Their skills learned during their criminal career is what they rely upon during their investigative career to succeed where others may fail. You help me with the rebuild project and as a reward, I can either permit you to work as a detective or as a claims agent within the customs terminal. When new people arrive to live or visit New Puck City, you would get the privilege to go through their belongings looking for questionable items. If you find anything of obvious wealth, let me know what you found and I will get you a duplicate of it for your own collection. I hope you might also agree to educate me in sword play on the side. While my other form is invulnerable, I am not too honed in the weapons department even though Nosedive gave me a Puckblaster. Are you interested or not?"

Falcone regarded the offer while the barristers slid the newly written statement over to Sigmund to read and sign. "I'll do it, Sigmund. You won't regret this; I promise."

Once the paperwork was read over thoroughly and all papers signed, Sigmund said, "I am going to copy this paperwork right here in your offices and then I am going to fax copies of these to my legal guardian, Detective Ace Kannis. So if you barristers are pulling a fast one on me, the law will be against you. Especially with the London Guard listening."

End of Chapter Two

Chapter Three

When they returned to the corporate jet, Falcone was seated in one of the corporate seats within full view of the rest of the Puck Police where Sigmund then swore in Falcone to their team. "And that is all there is to it, Falcone. From now on, you are an official member of the new Puck Police. I will permit you to continue wearing your original outfit if you want to. But you will be assigned a badge of your own."

Sigmund said, "Pucker Up!" And in a flash of light, he transformed back into his Mallard Thunderbeak identity which was wearing his Puck Police uniform with his duck name on a name plate positioned just above a police star on the right side of his chest. He then struck his pose with a beak smile as he turned to look at Falcone.

"When I suit up, I become Mallard Thunderbeak. I know I look like Canard Thunderbeak, but I am not him at all. Now as for the rebuild project, I am still debating where to build New Puck City at. It would be nice if we could have it on a world of its own but I don't know if we have the technology to pull it off or not. We would have to terraform a planet before the build."

Falcone said, "There might be a way, Mallard. But we would need my old ship to convert into a planet formation bomb. Then we launch the ship via remote control to collide with an asteroid in the Asteroid Belt between Mars and Jupiter. Upon collision, we detonate the bomb and the debris in the Asteroid Belt would then be sucked back into the gravity well of the explosion to create the New Puckworld in place of the Asteroid Belt. Once we settle the gravity and the atmosphere as well as weather patterns, we could then begin the rebuild of New Puck City as the newest city upon the new planet. Otherwise I guarantee that humans will be sticking their noses into Duck business every time you turn around. Let us use the Saurians as an example of this. Replace the species name of Saurians with Humans and see if you and your friends don't follow along with me. The Saurians invade the original Puckworld and take duck prisoners to work in concentration camps; to build more Saurian war vessels. I know you are originally human yourself, Mallard, but how would the ducks and the Puck Police have any peace of mind if your United Nations was in charge of the New Puckworld? I also know that you have a deal with Dragaunus but he isn't all that trustworthy when it comes to ducks who resist his empire. The Mighty Ducks were originally called The Resistance."

Mallard said, "What if we cannot get to your ship or make the Terrraformation Bomb? Then what do we do?"

Falcone replied, "Then we will need a continent where the human population is very scant to begin with and then just have the ducks take over that land mass for the project. Just remember also that the Ducks play Ice Hockey, so the term 'frozen north' would be more to their liking. Is there a place like that here on Earth?"

Mallard smiled. "The Southwestern shore of Greenland on the Labrador Sea matches that description, although Greenland is owned by Denmark. I think we could speak to them with United Nation assistance. I mean most of Greenland is uninhabited anyway. We would only be asking for a small zone to build an embassy for the ducks to call a home away from home."

Falcone asked, "How will you make it worth their while?"

Mallard grinned. "Wyndtrough Shipbuilders could build the royal family an all-new luxury liner. And since I own the corporation, I could authorize the building of a ship for them in exchange for the land we will need for building New Puck City. I am already going to have to build and sell a ship to pay the barristers. That still seems a little fishy to me."

Zero then said, "Perhaps you should call Dragaunus to update him on your situation. By keeping in touch with him he keeps his word to you, Mallard. Besides you need to tell him that Wraith contacted Falcone whom has agreed to throw his lot in with your Puck Police plans."

Falcone nodded his head. "Zero has a point, Mallard. If you inform Dragaunus that I have willingly joined with you and your team, then he won't try to kill me on sight at a later date. I cannot teach you how to use a sword if I am dead."

Mallard went over to the communications console. "This is Mallard calling Lord Dragaunus. Come in, Godzilla-Red. This is important."

Dragaunus was heard on the other end of the call. "I read you, Mallard. Where are you and what do you want?"

"Aside from humiliating the Mighty Ducks, I have an update for you. Wraith contacted Falcone in England; I just found out when I had to come over here to settle my family inheritance. Falcone convinced the London Guard to let him pitch an offer to join my team. I laid it on the line for him and he swore his services over to me. I told him that if he messed up, he would be on ice. You know the stuff. Now as for the ducks being humiliated... I convinced them to dress up in tights and attend an old English Fair. If you would like, I'll get a picture of them dressed like that and get it sent to you. Our plans later is to build in Greenland. As long as you stay away from Greenland, you won't encounter any ducks. Best use your time wisely, Dragaunus... the ducks have a game this Saturday. But for now, they are here in England."

Dragaunus said, "As long as you tell Falcone about the ultimate fan boy dream, aka your sidekick, you can keep him and I will stay out of Greenland. And I do want a picture of the ducks wearing tights. Dragaunus out."

Falcone raised an eyebrow. "What did he mean by the ultimate fan boy dream and your sidekick?"

Mallard released a sigh as he told Falcone the truth.

"Oh my lord!" exclaimed Falcone. "How can you deal with that? I am still having trouble believing that Dragaunus is honoring his word to you, Mallard. He would have betrayed any other duck by now."

Mallard then lifted off and floated in mid air. "No other duck have powers like I do." He then focused on Falcone's groin using sight beyond sight. "At least with you, I don't have to worry about you sporting an erection for me."

End of Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Falcone remarked. "I prefer girls, Mallard. Do you have X-ray vision or something?"

Mallard replied, "Sadly, yes. I catch myself looking at my teammates especially when I know I shouldn't be."

Falcone said, "At least you are honest about it."

Zero then asked, "So how big is Nosedive's duckhood that you keep accidentally looking at it, Mallard?"

Mallard released another sigh as he told both Falcone and Zero the truth.

Stefano then remarked, "Since we are done with the barristers, shouldn't we be joining the Mighty Ducks at Stonehenge? Or do we need to head over to the ship building factory first?"

Mallard replied, "We need to get the ship builders settled first so we can get that first ship built and sold for the barristers. This all seems fishy to me for some unexplained reason. They could have liquidated the business while I was in a coma rather than wait to see if I would recover."

Fiona thought about Mallard's concern for a moment. "Who would benefit the most from one of your family's ships using the current building parts?"

"I think we would have to examine the factory to see what parts are standard to one of our ships," said Mallard as he had Zero get the jet prepared for flight.

Eira then commented, "It is strange that Wraith contacted Falcone and didn't plan anything else. Aren't the Saurians supposed to be focusing on world domination?"

Mallard turned to look at Falcone. "Are you sure Wraith never told you anything else?"

Falcone feigned a look of being hurt by the question before he shook his head and said, "Aside from what he did tell me, he mentioned that Dragaunus was still trying to get the Raptor repair so they could return to Puckworld to resume their campaign. You have been in contact with Dragaunus yourself, Mallard. Has he been after any parts in the time you have known him?"

"The first time we met he was after materials to make repairs with and I stopped him from stealing faulty parts that would have failed the integrity test," replied the human turned duck.

"It is possible that he needs specific parts that your family factory can manufacture," said Falcone already liking this young man turned duck. "However, we might be able to make a terraforming rocket in your factory as well. Then we could make the new planet in space; at least we should plan in advance just in case Denmark won't let you build in Greenland."

Stefano remarked, "He is right, Mallard. You were accepting a convenient closer solution before you knew if they would accept your offer to buy a portion of their land mass. Despite their not occupying the land because of the snow and ice, we ducks really do need our own world."

Zero then said, "Perhaps we should plan both options. The terraforming project may not work or if it does, it might take a while for the planet to stabilize for making it safe to colonize. You should contact the United Nations before pitching an offer to Denmark for the new city. However, like the others, I get the feeling they might try to reclaim a settled area once it is built. Our own world would be more acceptable."

Mallard then said, "Suppose we were to mention to Denmark periodically that the construction of the city was not completed as yet when they showed an interest in claiming our work for their own? That might work for a time while we were getting the new planet ready for full colonization. Then when we were ready to move into our new world, we would simply disengage the anchors and just take our city with us. Thoughts?"

Falcone had to grin at that moment. "Are you sure you are putting together a police force, Mallard? What you basically outlined is an old plot that I would have done back when Duke and I were futzing around with the Raptrin Brotherhood back on Puckworld."

Mallard grinned and said, "Sometimes the law has to play hard ball in order to come out ahead. For now, let us go over to the factory and get the first ship in production. Falcone, your mission will be to build the terraforming rocket that will be focused on the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter. Ancient Mythology once suggested that the Asteroid belt was another Goldilocks zone where habitable life would have been possible. Even suggesting that there was once a planet there."

Moving over to the Wyndtrough Ship Building Factory and Mallard powering down to Sigmund once again, he led the ducks and falcon into the factory where human workers and a foreman greeted him as they awaited orders on what to do. The new Puck Police were impressed that these people seemed so loyal to the Wyndtrough family and were ready to get production ready on a dime to produce whatever Sigmund asked for. But then the foreman surprised Sigmund by offering a lock box in advance with a sizable Wyndtrough fortune in cash in the amount of a ship in question to be sold. The foreman explained that he never trusted the barristers that the family had chosen to represent the family and thus, he and the workers prepared this payment in advance for the day that Sigmund would need it to pay off the barristers and be rid of them. After having Falcone get to work on the rocket and terraforming equipment, Sigmund had the Puck Police return him to Skipton to make the payment to the barristers who were to say the least taken off guard at Sigmund's early return with the full payment since they knew about how long it took to build a ship and Sigmund hadn't been gone long enough to build one and sell it to get the funds to make the settlement payment. Yet they accepted it anyway since at this point they knew they didn't have a choice. He knew he had a right to be suspicious when he asked for a receipt of payment and they started to pitch a fit in regards to the request. But then the Puck Police came into the room with their weapons at the ready. "Just do as Mr. Wyndtrough has politely asked," remarked Stefano, clearly meaning business. With the receipt in hand, they made a short stop at the Skipton newspaper office to show the receipt to the editor and have a news report made to explain that the barristers had been paid. Then Sigmund and the Puck Police returned to the jet and flew back over to the factory to meet up with Falcone. "Thanks for backing me up in there, Stefano."

End of Chapter Four

Chapter Five

"How goes the rocket, Falcone," asked Mallard as he saw the rocket taking shape in the Raptorin workshop.

Falcone remarked, "There may be a problem when we need to get rocket fuel to get this thing launched. As good as having our own planet sounds, we may have to settle for Greenland after all. I have already encountered more than a few issues with building this rocket, Mallard. And I really wanted this rocket to work. I am so sorry, Mallard. I am doing my best."

Mallard gently patted Falcone's shoulder. "Cheap Earth material is not your fault, my friend. I am sure you are used to using far higher grade components than our planet has to offer."

Falcone then said, "The Terra-forming bomb is completed but with no rocket, I do not know how we would get it into the asteroid belt."

Mallard hummed. "I have a strange idea on that aspect but it would be pushing it to think that I could get the guy to agree to help us with this project."

Falcone remarked, "You can only ask. The least he will say is no. But knowing how some people are in the universe, me included, they may want something in return for their assistance."

Mallard smiled. "That is another reason I am giving you a chance with my team, Falcone. You have prior experience and the alternative is the Tower of London which I saved you from. Time to call an earned ally and see what he has to say."

Sometime later, Mallard was at the communications console along with Eira and Stefano. "This is Mallard Thunderbeak calling Dragaunus. Come in please."

Over the radio came Chameleon's voice. "Dragaunus is beating Siege but he will be here in a moment. Nice to hear your voice, Mallard. How goes that Street sport you love so much?"

Mallard replied, "I would rather be on roller skates than to be on ice skates. Been so busy, I haven't had a chance to play. Look, Chameleon... is Dragaunus needing anything special that you guys have been having trouble getting due to duck interference?"

Suddenly Dragaunus took control of the call. "Hello Mallard. I overheard that last part. Yes we need a few things. I am assuming you need Saurian assistance with something and to get it, you are offering to fetch us something we need."

Mallard smiled. "There is no fooling you, Dragaunus. Yes, that is the situation. The Mighty Ducks are still over at Stonehenge wearing tights. So this might be the best time to do a supply run for you."

"Do you still have the dimensional wormhole generator that I gave you, Mallard?"

"Yes and to let you know, when we used it the last time it almost killed me. I know that was not your intention, Dragaunus; but we arrived in the past of Puckworld and I was back in a coma while there rather than arriving in Puckworld's present day time."

Dragaunus replied, "You can blame that interference effect on Tanya. She likely tried to tinker with the generator in her attempt to make sure the device was clean. She likely accidentally reset the arrival time so you arrived in Puckworld's past instead of where you asked to have access to. To fix the upset, open the Chronometer Bay and reset the first number from '1' to '2'. Then close it back up. This will allow you to visit present day Puckworld without restoring you to your coma induced state of being. Once you travel to Puckworld, go to the Saurian warehouse at coordinates that I will give you and fetch me a few crates marked with code Z.R.E.N.-Forty. These crates contain the repair kits that I need to fix the raptor. I would like to get off of your planet someday -- WITH MY SHIP."

While Dragaunus was making his explanation, Mallard was making the repair on the wormhole generator personally. "Dragaunus, any time you need good old Mallard to make a supply run, all you need to do is ask. The Mighty Ducks will not be making the trip with me this time. I think Phil has them right where he wants them. In Embarrassment Alley! So what are these warehouse coordinates and will there be any guards? Like anyone, I hate surprises."

Dragaunus then gave off the coordinates before saying, "What about your... bluh... sidekick? And yes, there are a few normal robot guards. As you know I blow them up all the time."

Mallard replied, "A good sidekick has to learn how to take orders. If he comes along, he cannot tell the others where we are going or else I will put him into a coma."

Dragaunus then said, "So I assume that the honeymoon is over?"

Mallard replied, "In truth, the divorce and affair have been underway for quite some time. Besides, I am engaged with my lady love, Carol Mason."

The other Saurians were heard laughing in the background as Dragaunus said, "When you return with the goods, meet with us at what you humans call Palm Springs."

As Mallard hung up, he turned and saw Nosedive with a disappointed look on his beak. "What are you doing here, Dive?"

Nosedive had his arms folded over his chest. "I cannot believe you, Mallard! You are going to make a supply run for Dragaunus?! If he gets the raptor repaired, he will attack the Earth!"

Mallard grabbed Nosedive and slammed his ass down into a seat within the Puck Police Jet before tying him down with duct tape especially over his beak. "Dragaunus and I have a deal, Dive. Besides, I don't hear you complaining on how Tanya sabotaged the wormhole generator so I would be in a coma during that last supply run. As my sidekick you have to obey my orders."

End of Chapter Five
To Be Continued in Episode Three: English Inheritance, Part Two