He got pretty lucky, all things considered. He still has a cape, and a mask, and gets to go out and save people from injustice. He could have been Pinocchio or Little Jack Horner or something, after all. But the change in weaponry is taking some getting used to. His trusty gas gun is gone, replaced by a fencing rapier with a shining silver scabbard, and a short poniard.
Today finds him fencing with ... a tree.
"En garde, you dastardly deciduate!" He cries, springing forward in a passable lunge. The tip of the foil pierces the bark and ... sticks fast. Bracing one webbed foot on the trunk, he tries to pull his weapon free, and overcompensates, sending himself flying backwards, beak over bottom. Is he going to bowl straight into you? Narrowly miss you? Knock over something important to you? Or will you just point and laugh? Whichever happens, it's an inconvenience to at least one soul involved.
Itsy Bitsy Spider: Down Came The Rain
The gloves took a little finagling, but eventually Darkwing starts making decent headway on the climb. "It's a good thing I bought Gosalyn all those Spider-Guy comics," he mutters, setting up another strand with a shot from his glove. As he climbs, he notices the platforms, but doesn't bother with them. The sooner he gets this done, after all, the sooner the story will be finished, and he'll be showered with accolades and maybe one of those sweet, sweet Index parties.
Showered being the operative word, as suddenly a "helpful" soul up above blasts him with a fire hose. He lets out a stream of bubbling, babbling protest, losing his grip on the thread, but managing to snag one of those ignored platforms on the way down.
Darkwing Duck | Darkwing Duck (1991) | The Scarlet Pimpernel
He got pretty lucky, all things considered. He still has a cape, and a mask, and gets to go out and save people from injustice. He could have been Pinocchio or Little Jack Horner or something, after all. But the change in weaponry is taking some getting used to. His trusty gas gun is gone, replaced by a fencing rapier with a shining silver scabbard, and a short poniard.
Today finds him fencing with ... a tree.
"En garde, you dastardly deciduate!" He cries, springing forward in a passable lunge. The tip of the foil pierces the bark and ... sticks fast. Bracing one webbed foot on the trunk, he tries to pull his weapon free, and overcompensates, sending himself flying backwards, beak over bottom. Is he going to bowl straight into you? Narrowly miss you? Knock over something important to you? Or will you just point and laugh? Whichever happens, it's an inconvenience to at least one soul involved.
Itsy Bitsy Spider: Down Came The Rain
The gloves took a little finagling, but eventually Darkwing starts making decent headway on the climb. "It's a good thing I bought Gosalyn all those Spider-Guy comics," he mutters, setting up another strand with a shot from his glove. As he climbs, he notices the platforms, but doesn't bother with them. The sooner he gets this done, after all, the sooner the story will be finished, and he'll be showered with accolades and maybe one of those sweet, sweet Index parties.
Showered being the operative word, as suddenly a "helpful" soul up above blasts him with a fire hose. He lets out a stream of bubbling, babbling protest, losing his grip on the thread, but managing to snag one of those ignored platforms on the way down.
"HEY! CUT IT OUT UP THERE!"