(Production Draft)

V.O. MAIN TITLES

MALE (VO)

And so, here we are, continuously

venturing out into the realm of no

restriction, traveling to dimentions where

we may obtain a foothold in reality

through fiction, speculation and

imagination. Our greatest attempts at

such a feat reside mostly in our

storytelling. We continually pull from

our psyches our best and worst

qualities, give them to some

preconceived characters, and put

them on display with a format for the

world to enjoy.

(beat)

And not average ones are meant,

either. But those of might, of valor,

of strength and of courage. This

is the stuff that heroes and villains

are made of. It matters not that a

villain may escape from justice; but

that the players do what we cannot,

limited only by ever-active imaginations.

They are our vents of every emotion,

every wish, every desire, helping us

escape the bonds of reality --

and so they are us.

INT. MOUSEVILLE, A BUSY TRAIN STATION - DAY

The VERY busy trainstation filled with travelers. We see they are not human, but anthropomorphs (animals who are given the same qualities human possess). Most are mice.

WALKING TOWARD THE CAMERA is MIKE MOUSE, a solid, muscularly built, black-furred mouse. He walks with confidence, and has an air of anticipation about him. We know he's going to be taking a train somewhere, as he has a carry-on in his hand.

Mike momentarily sets the bag down beside him as he looks up at a GIANT CLOCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STATION HOUSE. He smiles as he hears a TRAIN WHISTLE, picking up his bag, and heads for the boarding gate.

INT. MOUSEVILLE, TRAIN STATION - CONTINUOUS

Mike's head whips around at the sound of YELLING VOICES.

(O.S.)

Stop! Your're under arrest!

MIKE'S POV

as two grungy-looking mice are running toward him at top speed. Two police mice are in hot pursuit.

MIKE

(to himself)

Man, it's always something.

One of the mice whips out a switchblade. Mike lunges at him, knocking him off his feet. The second mice gets clipped by his partner and falls as well.

The mouse with the knife slashes Mike's right arm. But to his surprise, no blood comes. Just a bright yellow fabric shows underneath Mike's blue shirt.

Mike grabs the knife by the blade and crushes it, tossing it away. We discover here that Mike isn't an ordinary mouse, but one endowed with super-human powers.

The other mouse tries to run away, but Mike snags his ankle, spilling him to the floor. By this time, an audience composed of other mice in the station have made a ring around those involved.

The police arrive just then, and handcuff the criminals, dragging them off.

POLICE OFFICER

Thanks for your help, sir. We'll

take it from here.

MIKE

No problem.

Mike notices all the people watching.

MIKE

That's all the show we have for you

today, folks.

The crowd disperses.

CUT TO:

EXT. BULLET TRAIN TRAVELLING ON TRACKS - SUNSET

The setting sun creates a gorgeous shot of a high-tech bullet train flying along the tracks.

INT. BULLET TRAIN, PASSENGER CAR

CLOSE UP

on Mike, as he gazes out the window, smiling to himself.

FADE TO:

FLASH BACK

INT. COMMUTER TRAIN - DAY

Mighty Mouse SMASHES through a glass window.

MIGHTY MOUSE

(singing in Tenor voice)

Here I come to save the day!

Mighty Mouse punches a cat with a long black moustache wearing a black Zoot suit and spats across the jaw, sending him across the aisle into an empty seat.

Mighty Mouse grabs the cat by the front of his shirt, lifting him off the seat enough to be face to face.

MIGHTY MOUSE

I'm taking you back to jail, Oil

Can Harry!

O.C. HARRY

Curses! Foiled again!

FADE TO:

CLOSE UP

on Mike still looking out his window.

PULL BACK

as Mike leans back in his seat, taking out a BROCHURE. The brochure is titled - "TAKE THE EXPRESS TO ST. CANARD".

MIKE

(to himself)

Thanks for the great idea, Oil

Can Harry...

CUT TO:

EXT. AN ART-DECO BRIDGE OVER A HUGE BAY - NIGHT

PAN

the AUDUBON BAY BRIDGE, it's towers and edge lights accenting it's features in the darkness.

INT. THE MIDDLE BRIDGE TOWER - NIGHT

A large room, a combination of Gothic and Art Deco architecture. There are no furnishings, except for a large structure in the center of the room, reaching high into the spacious cavity. Because it is dark in the room's higher reaches, it is hard for us to make out what it is.

PAN

the room to END FRAME on a peculiarly clad DUCK, leaning on an elbow, hand on beak, eyes fixed toward a large city's sparkling SKYLINE. The Duck wears a purple 1940s style overcoat in dark lavender, a tourquoise turtlekneck, a dark purple cape w/magenta inside, a grey slouch fedora and dark lavender mask. It's DARKWING DUCK, protector of ST. CANARD. We see he isn't too happy.

We hear rapidly approaching footsteps O.S. Another voice breaks in.

VOICE (OS)

Hey! DW You've gotta' come and

see the new billboard on the top

of the theater!

The Duck turns around, and leans back on the window sill. He gives the approaching individual (now IN FRAME - we see he's another DUCK, much taller, dressed in pilot's gear) a sarcastic look.

DARKWING

It doesn't take much to keep you

entertained, does it, Launchpad?

LAUNCHPAD

Aw, come on, DW. It'll cheer

ya up!

DARKWING

(rolls eyes and sighs)

Alright, you win, LP. I'll go take a

look at that billboard.

LAUNCHPAD

Great! You can really see the

details with those binoculars of

yours.

Launchpad tosses the high-tech BINOCCULARS to Darkwing, who snags them deftly from the air.

Darkwing turns back to the window and looks through his binocculars.

BINOCCULARS POV

EXT. THE RED CREST MOVIE THEATRE - NIGHT

The theatre is ablaze with mulitcolored lights. Its classic Art Deco architecture is beautiful amidst the surrounding building giants.

TILT

down to capture the marquee in the two circle frames of the binocculars. We see that it reads: "PREMIERE! FRIDAY NIGHT - 'DOUBLE M' - STARRING JIM COLBY".

PULL BACK

to Darkwing lowering the binocculars from his eyes.

DARKWING

(under his breath)

The biggest money grabbing advertising

ploy of the year.

(grunts in contempt)

Probably just some steroid-chomping,

tights-wearing, lab rat dreamed up to

take the public's attention from the

real superhero of St. Canard...

(beat)

...not to mention the world.

LAUNCHPAD (OS)

What did you say, DW?

PULL BACK

to bring Launchapad into frame with Darkwing

Darkwing starts at Launchpad's voice. He's forgotten he's there.

DARKWING

(shakes head, waving LP off)

Nothing, LP. Nothing.

Darkwing goes back to looking out his binocculars. Something catches his eye, making his posture more attentive.

BINOCCULARS POV

A shiny object coming toward the window from the upper left corner.

PULL BACK to general shot.

Launchpad notices the change in Darkwing's posture.

LAUNCHAPD

What is it, DW? A missile? A falling

satelite?

DARKWING

(not paying attention to LP)

YES!!!

LAUNCHPAD

Huh? You mean a satelite's goin'

down? Maybe we should call the

NSP.

DARKWING

(turning attention to LP)

No, Launchpad. There is no satelite

crashing to the earth, no missile, no

spaceship.

(beat)

And we don't want to repeat that

little incident with the National

Space Program again, either. Here...

Darkwing tosses the binocculars to Launchpad, who almost drops them.

DARKWING (CONT.)

Follow me.

Darkwing nimbly drops down to the high structure we noted earlier. Then he double sommersaults off it to land neatly right beside a hidden trap door on the floor of the Tower.

DARKWING (CONT.)

(to himself)

A perfect 10, as always.

Darkwing adjusts his hat to a mysteriously and heroically cocked posistion.

LAUNCHPAD

(from platform top)

Uh, DW...

DARKWING

What?

LAUNCHPAD

I can't do that.

DARKWING

(raises an eyebrow)

Then use the stairs, Launchpad.

LAUNCHPAD

But you said...

DARKWING

Just use the stairs.

Darkwing shakes his head and chuckles to himself.

Darkwing's attention is captured by the soft WHOOSH of the TRAP DOOR by his feet opening. A miniature working model of Launchpad's jet, the THUNDERQUACK, into Darkwing's secret lair, then into his expectant hands.

Darkwing pushes a hidden BUTTON, opening the plane's cockpit. There was a rolled-up NOTE inside.

As always, the note is from J. GANDER HOOTER, big kahuna of SHUSH, the world's most top-secret spy and special operations agency.

DARKWING (CONT.)

(to himself)

More than likely, SHUSH doesn't stand

for anything. They probably couldn't

think of anything to match the anagram,

so they thought up a story instead.

Darkwing pulls out the note from the jet, closing the cockpit and sending the little plane back to Hooter's office.

Darkwing opens the note to read it, but notes it is written in disappearing/reappearing ink. He takes the note to his special CHEM LAB. It is located hidden in a darker area of the Tower. We see it is full of various beakers, flumes, a Bunsen burner, etc.

Darkwing choose a chemical from his stash, brushing it over the note. The message appears in PURPLE. We see it's also written in a type of CRYPTOGRAM.

DARKWING

(to himself)

Hmm. Crypto #4 - the toughest to

break. Something big must be going

on over at SHUSH Central. Not a

problem for a master code breaker

such as myself.

Darkwing quickly decodes the note.

CLOSE UP ON

the note. We read: "CURRENT HOT FILM SUBJECT IS HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS. HEAD ROOSTER IS OUT OF THE HENHOUSE TO STEAL THIS BIG CHEESE. TERROR CLOCKS IN A.S.A.P. UPON DELIVERY - JGH."

PULL OUT

to Darkwing reading the note. Launchpad comes QUIETLY into frame just behind Darkwing, reading the note over his shoulder.

LAUNCHPAD

Huh?

DARKWING

AHHH!!!

Darkwing jumps at Launchpad's voice. He sends a powerful, high-speed ROUNDHOUSE KICK into Launchpad's chest. Launchpad grunts from the force of the impact, being sent onto his butt and sliding across the floor. Darkwing is poised in a traditional martial arts DEFENSIVE READY STANCE.

Darkwing relaxes when he sees it's only Launchpad.

DARKWING (CONT.)

Don't ever do that to me again.

Rises slowly and painfully to his feet.

LAUNCHPAD

Trust me, DW, I wouldn't think

of it.

DARKWING

C'mere, LP.

Darkwing lets Launchpad read the note.

LAUNCHPAD

What's it mean? I didn't think

chickens stole cheese, much less

ate it.

DARKWING

No, no, LP. This message is written

in a type of encoding called "metaphoric

symbolism". All words are choosen and

arranged to have a special meaning

known only by the intended receiver

and sender. It's one of the best codes

because unless you are the receiver, or

know the receiver intimately, you'll

never figure out what's really being

said.

Launchpad has a blank look on his face.

DARKWING (CONT.)

Okay, look. You read the sentences,

and I'll translate.

LAUNCHPAD

(shrugging shoulders)

Rightee-o, DW. 'Current hot film

subject is home for the holidays.'

Launchpad looks at Darkwing expectantly.

DARKWING

The hottest movie right now is

'Double M', right? Okay, so

'current hot film subject' is Double

M. 'Home' is SHUSH's designation

for St. Canard - their 'home base'

of operations.

LAUNCHPAD

But what about 'the holidays'?

DARKWING

Keep your shirt on, I'm getting

to that.

(beat)

What do you usually do during

a holiday, such as Christmas?

LAUNCHPAD

(thinks a beat)

Eat?

DARKWING

Besides that. What do you get

from work?

LAUNCHPAD

(thinks a beat)

A vacation?

DARKWING

Exactly. Double M is coming to

St. Canard for a vacation. Read

the next line.

LAUNCHPAD

'Head rooster is coming out of

the henhouse to steal the big

cheese.'

Darkwing waited this time for Launchpad to figure it out. Surprisingly, he didn't have to wait very long.

LAUNCHPAD (CONT.)

Ooo! I know! Chickens are known as

fowl, and a big cheese is another tern

for a very important person!

DARKWING

Right on, LP. F.O.W.L. is sending their

head agent, Steelbeak, to kidnap

Double M when he arrives in St.

Canard. Read the last line.

LAUNCHPAD

'Terror clocks in a.s.a.p. upon

delivery. - JGH'

Darkwing snags the note from Launchpad. He holds it by a corner. Removing a lighter from inside his jacket pocket, he lights the note, instantly incinerating it. The ink is also a highly flamable chemical.

DARKWING

C'mon, LP. Now that I've gotten the

message, it's time for this 'Terror' to

drop in on one J. Gander Hooter.

CUT TO:

EXT. A RESPLENDENT OLD BUILDING IN OLD-TOWN ST. CANARD - NIGHT

INT. AN OFFICE WITH CLASSIC BRITISH-SYLE DECOR - NIGHT

An older DUCK sits behind an antique QUEEN ELIZABETH style DESK. Beside him stands a GRIZZLY BEAR.

DARKWING (V.O.)

I am the Terror that flaps in

the night!

The Bear jumps as a CLOUD OF BLUE SMOKE erupts in the center of the office.

DARKWING (CONT.) (VO)

I am the talent agent who skims

60 percent off the top! I am...

The smoke dissapates to reveal NOTHING THERE. The Bear looks around confused.

BEAR

What...?

The Bear runs to the window and looks out, searching.

Darkwing's silhouette MELTS out of the shadows in the office's corner behind the Duck's desk.

Darkwing taps the Bear on the shoulder.

DARKWING

...Right behind you.

The Bear YELPS in surprise, nearly taking a header out the window. The Bear whips around, visibly shaken.

Darkwing flashes him a grin.

The Duck behind the desk stands to his feet and applaudes enthusiastically.

DUCK

Marvelous work, Darkwing! simply

amazing!

DARKWING

(cocks his hat to Duck)

So, what can I do for you, J.G.?

(beat)

(looking at the Bear)

I mean it's obvious it must be

something extra important,

something you wouldn't trust

to your regular agents.

The Bear GROWLS at Darkwing.

J.G. HOOTER

(nodding head)

Quite right, Darkwing, quite

right. As you already know, the

film 'Double M' is said that it will

be the highest grossing film to

date when it is released.

DARKWING

How could I not? The TV ad

campaigns are seen more than the

regular programming.

Hooter hands Darkwing a FILE FOLDER chock full of PAPERWORK AND PHOTOGRAPHS.

HOOTER

It's a dossier of the main character

of 'Double M'.

Darkwing starts reading the paperwork.

HOOTER (CONT.)

You can see there, Darkwing, that

SHUSH has sent special

recognissance teams to Double

M's - or should I say Mighty

Mouse's - hometown of Mouseville.

Our immediate mission was to find

out everything we could about this

legendary mouse.

A picture catches Darkwing's eye. He holds it up to get a better look.

OVER DARKWING'S SHOULDER

CLOSE UP

on the picture. We see it is the mouse we saw earlier on, only this time he's in a yellow and red costume. The photo is also autographed by the subject.

PULL BACK TO DARKWING

DARKWING

Are you sure he doesn't work for

FOWL? I mean, he's wearing the

colors of their operatives.

HOOTER

No. That was the first thing we

checked. The colors are the

town colors of Mouseville.

DARKWING (CONT.)

(to himself)

About my height. Heavier, though.

Special abilities include: flight,

limited invulnerability, speed and

superhuman strength.

(starts laughing)

Yeah! Right! A super-powered

mouse! Ha!

HOOTER

I can understand your disbelief...

DARKWING

Disbelief isn't the word, J.G. I

mean, come on. This is a fictional

character from a comic book. A

popular action film character.

HOOTER

Indeed, but he truly does exist

in our world. It is for this reason

that FOWL will do anything to

either brainwash him to join

their ranks, or kill him to remove

him as an obstical in their plans

for world domination.

Darkwing saw that Hooter was serious.

DARKWING

(sighing)

So, where do I come in?

CUT TO:

EXT. ST. CANARD TRAIN DEPOT - MORNING

The bullet train from Mousevillr slows to halt in front of the receiving building of the station.

INT. PASSENGER CAR OF THE BULLET TRAIN - CONTINUOUS

Mike stands up to file off the train. He sees other folks not getting off, including a boy in the seat in front of his.

MIKE

You going to Duckberg?

BOY

Yup. I'm going to see Gizmoduck!

MIKE

Wow... I've never seen him. I'm

here in St. Canard for a break,

maybe see Darkwing Duck.

BOY

I've seen Darkwing. He's kinda

scary at night.

MIKE

Really? Thanks for the warning.

Mike takes his leave and heads off the train

EXT. TRAIN STATION, BAGGAGE CARS, MORNING

Mike finds his bags and makes his way out of the throng of people picking up their luggage.

From his back, a duck runs by, grabbing his carry-on.

Mike reflexively uses his strength to hold on to the bag, yanking the would-be bag snatcher off his feet.

The thief nearly gets trampled by a push of people anxious to leave the station, Mike among them. With all luggage safely in his possession, Mike bee-lines for the doors.

FAVOR MIKE

as we follow him out of the train station.

EXT. - ST. CANARD, BUSINESS DISTRICT - LATE MORNING

MIKE'S POV

as he is greeted with the beauty of the sun touched skyscrapers that call St. Canard home. We TILT up with Mike as he looks up in awe at their grandness.

PULL OUT

as we watch Mikestart to make his way across the street.

A large purple and magenta motorcycle with sidecar barrels TOWARDS THE CAMERA, it's driver yanking Mike off his feet by the nape of his neck, shoving him into the sidecar head first.

Mike tries to bring his head up to see, but it is pushed down by the driver again.

DARKWING (OS)

Keep your head down!

CUT TO:

INT. BRIDGE TOWER, DAY

Mike slowly raises his head to look around.

MIKE'S POV

PAN around the tower. Now that there is daylight, we see inside much clearer. Art Deco meets Gothic Cathedral meets high-tech equipment. The stunning architecture throws striking shadows throughout the surroundings.

DARKWING (VO)

You can get out now.

Mike gingerly steps from the sidecar. He looks around for the source of the mysterious voice, but finds no one.

DARKWING (VO)

Welcome to my humble abode.

MIKE'S POV

as a phantom-like figure melts from the shadows behind him. Mike turns to see it's a large-billed duck w/slouch fedora and dark puple cape concealing his body.

DARKWING

(chuckling darkly)

You know, I thought you'd be a

lot tougher in person.

(beat)

I guess in this case pictures do

lie.

PULL OUT to fit both into frame.

MIKE

Who are you? What do you

want with me? Where am I?

DARKWING

One question at a time.

MIKE

Who are you?

DARKWING

Don't you read the papers?

Mike frowns and shakes his head.

DARKWING (CONT.)

Humph. We'll have to correct that

little problem, won't we.

(beat)

Next?

MIKE

What do you want with me?

DARKWING

I want nothing to do with you.

However, my client wants you.

I have no idea what for. I don't

know what they see in you. And?

MIKE

Where am I?

DARKWING

At a pit-stop. We won't be staying

here long. As soon as, um, my

'assistant' finishes fueling the Rat

Catcher, I'll be taking you to your

final destination.

Mike gets tired of the ghost-like duck's mind games, and decides to go into action.

He lunges at the duck faster than we can follow, lifting the duck far off the floor with one hand.

Darkwing is surprised by Mike's speed and strength, but keeps his wits about him. He reaches into his jacket pocket and withdraws A TINY PELLET.

Darkwing throws the pellet to the ground and BLUE SMOKE erupts, obscuring him and Mike.

From STAGE LEFT, Launchpad comes running head first into the smoke, running into Mike, knocking him off his feet.

Darkwing rolls out of the way. Launchpad immediately rolls off Mike. Mike takes a wild swing at Launchpad, missing by inches, his fist SMASHING a HOLE into the floor.

Mike looks up in time to see a WEBBED FOOT coming down right at his head. Too late! The foot connects, sending Mike rolling on the floor again, right into:

INT. A VAULT, CONTINUOUS

The door SLAMS shut. TOTAL DARKNESS.

Mike braces his hands against the door. It's made of STEEL. Really thick, too. Too tough for him to break through. Unless...

CLOSE UP

on WHITE EYES in the darkness turning a GLOWING RED.

INT. BRIDGE TOWER

We watch Darkwing and Launchpad congratulating themselves.

DARKWING

That should hold him for awhile....

They are interrupted by a loud WHANG.

DARKWING AND LAUNCHPAD'S POV

as two meaty FISTS attached to largely muscled forearms SLAM THROUGH THE STEEL DOOR.

Darkwing JUMPS BACK, drawing his GAS GUN. Launchpad just stands there dumbfounded at what he's seeing.

The two hands grab onto the edges of the newly made holes, digging into the metal for a better grip.

Darkwing sights down the barrel of the gun, expertly holding it steady.

A high-pitched WAIL of metal being torn apart fills the tower as Mike RIPS the vault door off its hinges, destroying the locking mechanism in the process.

DARKWING (CONT.)

FREEZE, STEROID CASE!!!

Mike peeks from behind the door, and sets it down gently, leaning it against the vault's wall.

He puts his hands over his head, giving Darkwing a crooked half-smile.

DARKWING (CONT.)

No smirking!

LAUNCHPAD

Hey, DW... Did you see what he

just did?

DARKWING

(through gritted teeth)

Yes, Launchpad, I did.

(to Mike)

Do you know how much it will

cost to fix that?

Mike starts walking towards Darkwing. Darkwing refuses to lower his weapon.

MIKE

Hey,you're the one who brought

me here, against my will no less.

That is a criminal offense known

as kidnapping.

Mike stops just in front of the barrel of Darkwing's weapon.

DARKWING

I didn't kidnap y... hey! I don't

have to answer to you!

Mike starts to say something else, but Darkwing barges ahead, not letting him get another word in edgewise.

DARKWING (CONT.)

You super-powered simmian

would-be super heroes are all

the same! All braun and NO

brains! And all looking to

crash my turf! Not this time...!

Launchpad cuts through the heated exchange with a sharp WHISTLE.

Darkwing and Mike both turn and look at Launchpad.

LAUNCHPAD

Uh, DW? We've gotta get him

to SHUSH. Remember?

Darkwing gives Mike a hostile look.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. A LOW-TRAFFIC INTERSECTION, ST. CANARD - DAY

CLOSE-UP

on two black furred hands pulling a semi-conscious Darkwing from some wreckage.

PULL OUT to reveal it's a smashed up version of the motorcycle and sidecar, THE RAT CATCHER, we saw earlier. Mike is pulling Darkwing free.

A BLUE-WHITE FLASH OF LIGHT FROM THE LEFT SIDE OF THE FRAME captures our attention. We see that it resembles a FLASH OF LIGHTNING. It HITS Mike full in the CHEST, KNOCKING him clean off his feet and out of frame.

Darkwing rolls to his feet and draws his gas gun.

DARKWING'S POV

as a group of chickens, short and tall, dressed in yellow and orange jumpsuits, with white egg-shaped helmets and eyeshields run toward the unconscious fallen form of Mike.

DARKWING

Argh! Eggmen! I hate these guys.

The largest of the group picks up Mike, slinging him over his shoulder.

Darkwing runs after the Eggmen, but is blind-sided by another.

A FIGHT BETWEEN DARKWING AND A FEW MORE JOINING EGGMEN ENSUES. Darkwing fights brilliantly, performing a dazzling display of MARTIAL ARTS prowess.

He gets free of the tulmut, and makes for:

A HUGE, EGG-SHAPED TANK-LIKE VEHICLE.

The kidnappers have high-tailed it into the tank's boarding dock. Darkwing, being successfully detained by the other Eggmen, is too late to rescue Mike.

CLOSE-UP

on Darkwing, as he shakes his head in disgust.

SIRENS OF APPROACHING POLICE make all take notice.

DARKWING

(to himself)

I might have lost my charge,

although that could be a good

thing... but this is no time to

wallow in momentary setbacks.

Even I know when to make

myself scarce.

Darkwing FIRES A WEIGHTED NET from his gun. This surprises the Eggmen, whose attention had been caught by the sirens.

DARKWING (CONT.)

(to Eggmen)

See ya' around, boys. It's been

fun...

Darkwing raises his cape like wings, and disappears in a burst of BLUE SMOKE.

CUT TO:

A BLACK FILLED FRAME

MIKE'S POV

as his eyes SLOWLY OPEN to find himself in

INT. DARK ROOM

Mike looks around... Nobody's there. He tries to move, but finds he's been strapped down to something flat, hard and cold.

He suddenly hears a soft WHOOSH as a SLIDING DOOR OPENS UPWARD.

Mike's eyes squint as a BRIGHT LIGHT from the open door hits his face. A SILHOUETTED FIGURE STANDS IN THE DOORWAY.

Mike heard the silhouette start to speak - a TINNY, GANGSTER-LIKE VOICE.

VOICE

Well, well, well... What do we have

here?

The figure FLICKS A SWITCH, TURNING ON THE LIGHTS.

INT. LABORATORY, EGG TANK

Mike sees he is strapped to a steel lab table in a very impressive laboratory. And that the figure is a LARGE ROOSTER, dressed in a WHITE TUXEDO that is a close replica of the one worn by Indiana Jones in the "Temple of Doom" opening sequence.

ROOSTER

(walking toward Mike)

Are you the rodent wid da

muscles dat I am supposed

to be a-fraid of?

MIKE

Hey - I haven't said anything

about the beak, have I?

The Rooster's beak is made of steel. How he acquired it we will never know.

ROOSTER

Ooo... Looks like you learned

some techniques on sharp, ascerbic

wit from my ol' pal. How is my

purple-prose spouting, headline

hunter, by-the-way?

Mike refuses to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

ROOSTER (CONT.)

(right up into Mike's face)

I'll have you know I can crunch

crowbars wid dis baby...

(points at his beak)

...or annoyin' guys' hands.

No answer.

ROOSTER (CONT.)

So. What do we call you, eh?

For da record, da name's Steelbeak,

in case you hadn't figured it out

yet.

MIKE

(beat)

Mike.

STEELBEAK

Aw, come on. You can be

straight wid me. I know who

you really are anyway.

(beat)

Certainly you must have known

there are other parties

interested in acquiring your

special services.

MIKE

I don't know about anybody asking

me about anything.

STEELBEAK

Ah. "See no evil, hear no evil,

speak no evil." Well then, I'll cut

right to da chase, pal. Here's our

offer. You do a few odd jobs

for my organization, and we get

rid of that little "cat problem" you

got back home for you. What'dya

say?

MIKE

What "organization"?

STEELBEAK

Da Fiendish Organization for

World Larceny. Pretty catchy

name, eh?

MIKE

Not interested.

A SCREEN ON ONE OF THE LAB WALLS FLARES TO LIFE.

SCREEN INSERT of shadowy figures sitting in front of a blood red background with the FOWL name and sybol adorning it in black. These are the COUNCIL MEMBERS OF FOWL HIGH COMMAND.

COUNCIL MEMBER #2

Agent Steelbeak. Have you made

progress with operation "Double M"?

STEELBEAK

(looking from Mike to the screen)

Ah, no. He's rejected our offer.

SILENCE fills the room.

COUNCIL MEMBER #3

Very well. You know the system.

COUNCIL MEMBER #1

We have also been informed that

SHUSH free-lance special

operative Darkwing Duck escaped

from the assault, and that he has

informed our hated advarsaries

to our present tactical situation.

COUNCIL MEMBER #4

Either you expediently remedy this

minor problem, or YOU will be

remedied as well. FOWL High

Command out.

The Screen GOES BLACK.

STEELBEAK

(to Mike)

Leave it to High Command to

tell me something I already know.

Too bad you nixed our offer,

"Mike".

Steelbeak walks over to another SWITCH on the wall. He PUSHES it.

The FLOOR UNDER MIKE OPENS, and sends him falling DOWN, DOWN into a DARK SHAFT.

STEELBEAK (CONT.)

(calling after Mike)

See ya 'round, pal! Drop in

again anytime!

CUT TO:

INT. BRIDGE TOWER - NIGHT

DARKWING

(screaming)

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS

HAPPENED!!! How could I have

let that happen?

LAUNCHPAD

Aw, it'll be okay, DW. Accidents

happen. I'm sure the Rat Catcher

will be fixed up in no time.

Darkwing shot daggers with his eyes at Launchpad while he paced in frustration.

LAUNCHPAD (CONT.)

Or not...

DARKWING

It's not the Rat Catcher I'm talking

about, Launchpad. It's that

musclebound cheese-eater.

(sighs and stops pacing)

The worst part wasn't telling

J. Gander, it was knowing

Gryzlikoff was there and heard

the whole thing. That sorry

excuse for Yogi Bear will be

needling me for months to come.

A SMALL GIRL'S VOICE is heard from off screen.

GIRL'S VOICE

Hey, dad! Launchpad! I'm home!

The girl who owns this voice literally bounds into frame. We can see that she's a spirited child, with fiery red hair and energy that won't quit.

GIRL (CONT.)

My team won the floor hockey

match in gym today! And

"Double M" opens today!

Could this day get any more

cool?

LAUNCHPAD

Congratulations, Gosalyn!

GOSALYN WADDLEMEYER, Darkwing's adopted daughter, slings her backpack over an ANTIQUE INTERROGATION CHAIR, a gift from Hooter to Darkwing for outstanding service. Darkwing GRIMACES and removes the backpack, putting it on the floor beside it.

GOSALYN

BTW, dad. We're going to the

movie's premiere early tonight.

I want to make sure we get the

awesome spots by the ropes.

Rumors are flying that Mighty

Mouse himself will be here with

a few of the cast!

DARKWING

(resignedly)

Sorry, hon. It'll have to wait.

GOSALYN

(like she's been shot)

WHAT?!! How come?

(sarcastically)

Oh... I know. No jaywalkers. How

come when the city goes quiet,

my life has to get boring, too?

DARKWING

It's not like that. I received a

top priority case from SHUSH

today, ironically centering on

the subject of the film you want to

see so badly.

GOSALYN

(smickering in disbelief)

Yeah, right. You need a vacation,

again. Or, better yet...

(a la Darkwing)

A big hairy evil-doer to th-wart.

DARKWING

I've already had my run-in

with Gryzlikoff, dear.

LAUNCHPAD

He's not kidding, Gos. I

actually got to tackle him!

DARKWING

And he happens to also be the

reason for my broken vault door.

Gosalyn runs over to the door. She examines it with disbelieving eyes.

GOSALYN

(to herself in awe)

He really was here. That, or dad

blew something up again.

She runs back over to Darkwing and Launchpad.

GOSALYN (CONT.)

(excitedly)

So where is he now?

DARKWING

(stammering)

Um...well, he's not here... right

now... yet...

LAUNCHPAD

Yeah. Darkwing lost him.

GOSALYN

You lost him?!

DARKWING

(defensively)

I didn't lose him!

GOSALYN

Well then, where'd he go?

DARKWING

I was hired by SHUSH to escort

him from the train station...

LAUNCHPAD

Kidnapped.

DARKWING

(giving Launchpad a dirty look)

Escort him from the train station

and take him to SHUSH head-

quarters. Unfortunately, FOWL

got wind of the transfer, crashed

my motorcycle, and hijacked

Mighty Mouse into their butt-

ugly Egg Mobile. I haven't seen

him since.

GOSALYN

(beat)

You lost him!

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. TRASH COMPACTOR, EGG MOBILE

Mike, still attached to the table, FALLS INTO FRAME FROM ABOVE into a dimly lit room full of trash.

MIKE

Ouch.

Mike struggles to free himself of his bonds, when all of a sudden...

THE WALLS START TO MOVE TOGETHER.

MIKE (CONT.)

Oh, shoot!

Mike succeeds is breaking free, and hops off the table into the pile of stinking trash. He starts to get pulled under.

As the walls get closer together, Mike puts his hands against them and starts pushing. He starts to sweat with the effort. The walls slow - momentarily. They are equipped with hydraulics programmed to shove harder should any stubborn trash impeed their progress.

Mike groans. He's pushing with all his strength...

CLOSE-UP

on Mike's eyes as they start turning red.

Mike's muscles start growing larger. His strength increases. The walls start to squeal in protest.

Mike SHOVES the walls back, then DIGS his hands into the metal. He RIPS them off the hydraulic poles pressing the walls inward, then drops them.

MIKE (CONT.)

Aw, yuck! I hate it when stuff

like this happens. I'm gonna

need a bath in a hurry.

Mike looks upward. The door above him has been shut tight. He smiles to himself.

Mike lifts his arms above his head. Clenching his hands into fists, he powers his way through the door, flying up through floor after floor of the Egg Mobile, and out into the St. Canard sky.

CUT TO:

EXT. TOWER BALCONY - DAY

Mike lands silently on the Tower's balcony edge. Darkwing's frustrated voice can be heard off-screen.

MIKE

(to himself)

He really does have a grating, whiney

voice at times...

FAVOR MIKE as he quietly walks into the main room.

Launchpad notices him first.

LAUNCHPAD

Mike!

Darkwing groans. Gosalyn walks challengingly towards Mike.

GOSALYN

Alright, how'd you get in here?

How do my dad and pal Launchpad

know you? Did you trick them into

believing your Mighty Mouse?

Who are you really? Fess up, pal!

MIKE

Whoa! Whoa! Hold on a second.

I didn't presume anything upon

your family and friends. They know

me because they brought me here

earlier, without my consent. How

did I get here? I flew. Just don't

go spreading it around.

GOSALYN

(laughs)

Yeah, right! Do you think I was

born yesterday?

(beat)

Ohhhh, waitaminute. I see, all

of you are in on this joke, right?

You're getting me for the vase

thing...

DARKWING

We aren't playing a joke on you,

Gos... Wait a second... what vase

thing?

GOSALYN

Er... um... Vase? I didn't say

anything about a vase... he

he he...

DARKWING

Later. We've got to get Mike

here to SHUSH to smooth out

my ego.

GOSAYLN

Not before "Mike" here proves

he says who he says he is.

MIKE

(beat)

What do you want me to do?

GOSALYN

Follow me.

Gosalyn leads Darkwing, Launchpad and Mike over to a LARGE BAY that housed a JET IN THE RESEMBLANCE OF DARKWING'S HEAD. A fast and deadly looking aircraft, built with the most advanced Stealth technology. Mike is very impressed.

MIKE

Wow! Who built this?

LAUNCHPAD

(proudly)

I did! I call her the Thunderquack.

It's modeled after Darkwing. I'm

his biggest fan! I fly it, too.

DARKWING

(under his breath)

You mean crash it.

GOSALYN

(elbowing Darkwing in the ribs)

Dad!

(to Mike)

Okay, 'Mighty Mouse'... LP

needs the Thunderquack lifted

to do some maintanence, but the

jack broke...

MIKE

And that's where I come in.

GOSALYN

You're one smart cookie.

Mike walks around the plane, looking for the balance point underneath. He finds it.

Mike starts to LIFT the plane. The sound of METAL SHIFTING is heard. He gets it raised above his head.

Gosalyn's mouth drops wide open in disbelief.

GOSALYN

Keen gear!!!

DARKWING

(in contempt)

Show off.

LAUNCHPAD

But, DW, remember when Bushroot's

"super growth" formula gave you

super strength -

Mike looked at Darkwing with interest. He started to smile.

DARKWING

(through gritted teeth)

Launchpad, not now!

(to Mike)

Put the jet down! I don't need

you wrecking that too. Comet

Guy was enough trouble for

a lifetime...

MIKE

(while setting the plane down)

You know, you need to work

on your people skills.

When Mike looked back up, Darkwing is gone. He leaves even too silently for Mike's super hearing to pick up. Mike looks pretty impressed.

GOSALYN

(sighs)

Launchpad, get Mighty Mouse

here to SHUSH. I'll get dad.

CUT TO:

INT. - LABORATORY, EGG MOBILE

Steelbeak picks himself up off the floor, which is strewn with pieces of metal and lighting.

STEELBEAK

What da heck was dat?!

Steelbeak runs to the garbage chute.

STEELBEAK'S POV

looking down into the dark, empty hole,

TILT UP to see the hole in the ceiling, to see the St. Canard DAYLIT sky.

STEELBEAK

Aw, man... How am I gonna...

Oh... wait a minute...

Steelbeak gives and evil smile. He's just had an idea.

CUT TO:

EXT. TOWER PINNACLE, BAY BRIDGE, DAY

CLOSE-UP

on edge of the pinnacle's base. We see two hands grip the side. The hands pull up the head and body of Gosalyn as she struggles to get on the base. She succeeds.

PAN

to find Darkwing seated balanced precariously on the pinnacle's top. With his cape billowing behind him, he cuts a pretty dramatic figure.

GOSALYN

Dad...?

DARKWING

(depressed)

How come every superhero that I

come into contact with has super

powers 'far beyond those of mortal

ducks'. And how come they have

to horn in on my city?

GOSALYN

(shaking head slowly)

Dad, I don't think Mighty Mouse

is purposing to 'horn in' on your

territory. He's just not that kind

of guy.

Darkwing keeps silent as a response.

GOSALYN (CONT.)

Have you thought about his

point of view? I mean, have you

ever wondered how tough it would

be to try to be a normal mouse?

Trying to keep under tight control

those special powers? All you do

is change your clothes and do a

little raz-a-ma-taz acting. Mighty

Mouse has got to become a

totally different person, both

metally and physically.

DARKWING

(sighing)

Just once I'd like to be able to

identify with that 'problem'.

(rising to his feet)

Imagine it - Swooping down on

your quarry without the need of

a rope and grappler hook...

GOSALYN

Dad...

DARKWING

...Moving faster than thought...

GOSALYN

...Dad...

DARKWING

...Impervious to any attack...

Darkwing's gaze looks off in the distance, trance-like.

DARKWING (CONT.)

...as their faces freeze in fear when

their nightmares come to life!

GOSALYN

...DAD!!!

Darkwing's head whips around to look at her.

GOSALYN (CONT.)

You're getting dramatic again.

(chuckles)

Save it for the bad guys.

Darkwing leaps from the pinnacle down to it's base, looking everybit his namesake.

DARKWING

(whining)

But this is how I create my best

speeches!

Gosalyn rolls her eyes.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SHUSH HEADQUARTERS, HOOTER'S OFFICE

Mike is led into J. Gander Hooter's office by a secretary. J. Gander rises from behind his desk to greet Mike.

HOOTER

Welcome! Welcome! It's so nice

to finally meet you!

Mike shakes the offered hand.

MIKE

Pleasure to meet you, too.

HOOTER

This is Agent Gryzlikoff...

Gryzlikoff also offers his hand, and when Mike takes it, he squeezes with all his might. He's obviously testing Mike.

Mike gives the Bear a cocked grin, and squeezes back, much stronger, causing Gryzlikoff's hand to give a loud CRACK. Gryzlikoff yelps in pain, abruptly letting Mike's hand go.

HOOTER

(chuckling)

Where's Darkwing?

MIKE

Oh. He had some, ah, stuff he

had to do. Launchpad brought

me here, then left to go back and

get Darkwing.

HOOTER

Ah. I understand. Very well.

Would you like a short tour

of our facilities?

MIKE

Yes sir. I think I would. As they

say, 'curiosity killed the cat'.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SHUSH HEADQUARTERS - TRAINING COMPLEX - LATER

Mike and group enter the SHUSH agent training complex. It is filled with high-tech and traditional equipment. It looks part gymnasium, part computer lab. Mike is very impressed.

MIKE

Wow! This room is amazing!

HOOTER

Yes. We try to keep the latest technology

and physical fitness equipment on hand

for the many SHUSH agents.

GRYZLIKOFF

We also test new agents here.

MIKE

Did Darkwing test?

GRYZLIKOFF

(with annoyance)

Yes…

HOOTER

And he tested very well, indeed!

DARKWING (OS)

You bet a dollar to a wooden nickel

I tested great!

The group was so involved with the tour, they didn't notice Darkwing slip in and join the entourage. They all jump at the sound of his voice.

MIKE

(to Darkwing)

How do you do that?

DARKWING

(ignoring him)

Did you catch the latest wire, J.G.?

HOOTER

No, why?

DARKWING

Oooh… well, no reason except…

(beat)

There was a jail break in Mouseville

earlier today. It was perpetrated by

a platoon of Eggmen. Of super strong

Eggmen…

Darkwing looks at Mike accusingly.

MIKE

Hey, don't look at me.

HOOTER

Any other information?

DARKWING

(shrugs)

Just that the breakee was a black cat.

At this piece of news, Mike's ears pick up.

MIKE

(to Hooter)

Is there a phone somewhere I can

make a call?

Darkwing tosses him a cellular phone. Mike snags it and blur-dials a number.

CLOSE-UP PEARL PUREHEART ON PHONE - INTERCUT

MIKE

(changes to a deeper voice)

Hello?

PEARL

You heard the news, I take it.

MIKE

Oil Can Harry?

PEARL

Yeah - although the ducks threw

everybody here for a loop.

(beat)

By the way, where are you?

MIKE

St. Canard.

PEARL

Where?!

MIKE

I'll explain later, Pearl. Thanks for

the verification.

PEARL

Wait! I --

Mike hangs up.

INT. SHUSH HEADQUARTERS - AGENT TRAINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

They group stares at Mike expectantly.

MIKE

(back to his voice)

Yup. It was FOWL alright. They busted

out an arch-nemesis of mine. One Oil

Can Harry.

DARKWING

Oil Can? Must be one slippery customer.

(he chuckles at his own joke)

MIKE

Ha ha. He's a cat.

DARKWING

Why does that not surprise me?

MIKE

My question is where are they taking

him?

CUT TO:

EXT. ST CANARD TOWER - CONTINUOUS

Establishing shot of St. Canard Tower.

A LIMOUSINE pulls up to the front doors. We see a silhouetted figure exit the car and enter the building.

INT. ST. CANARD TOWER - PENTHOUSE SUIT - CONTINUOUS

The penthouse suit covers the entire top floor of St. Canard Tower. It has been turned into a base of operations for Steelbeak and FOWL.

Frame on an ELEVATOR, as it's FLOOR NUMBERS LIGHT UPWARD, ONE-BY-ONE. A DING is heard when the last number is lit.

The DOORS OPEN as they reveal

A CAT in a black Zoot-suit with white spats. He wears a black moustache mirroring that of the villain in the old 1920s serials.

STEELBEAK (OS)

Oil Can Harry! So nice to meet your

acquaintance.

CUT TO:

INT. ST. CANARD TOWER - PENTHOUSE - LATER

Oil Can Harry is being given the grand tour by Steelbeak. He takes Harry lastly to the

INT. PENTHOUSE - CONTROL CENTER - CONTINUOUS

Steelbeak proudly shows Harry around.

STEELBEAK

...And dis, my feline friend, is da home

base. We have every available

technology open to us here: computers,

surveillance, defense...

HARRY

(in a voice shockingly like that of Steelbeak's)

It's all nice, I'm sure. But you still have

not explained to me why you freed

me from prison and so luxuriously

brought me to this fair metropolis.

STEELBEAK

Ah... Well, I thought dat you might

have some insight to a little

problem I have recently come

up against.

HARRY

(uninterested)

And that is...?

STEELBEAK

Mighty Mouse.

Oil Can Harry thinks about this.

STEELBEAK

Hey, I've done my homework I

know you and he have a history.

HARRY

(beat)

What do you want?

STEELBEAK

My my. You do cut to the chase,

don't you. I want to know how to

kill him.

HARRY

(chuckles)

So would I.

STEELBEAK

You mean you don't know?!

HARRY

If I did I wouldn't be here, now

would I?

(beat)

He's always been too strong. And

his resiliency is quite annoying.

STEELBEAK

What if, say, a couple of platoons

of my super-strong Eggmen hit him

all at one time? Think there's a

chance?

HARRY

(long beat)

You know, that might just work...

And how do you propose to

pull this off?

STEELBEAK

(smiles conspiratorily)

Ah... there's the part where I

can have some fun.

(off Harry's look)

How would you like to be a guest

of honor at a big premiere in town

tonight?

CUT TO:

EXT. - RED CREST THEATRE - MOVIE PREMIERE - NIGHT

A WIDE SHOT of a buzzing Red Crest Theatre on the premiere night of the highly anticipated movie "Double M". LIMOS in black and white pull up regularly in front of Theatre to a red carpet lined with raving fans and flash-bulb popping paparazzi.

The highlight of tonight's event besides the movie is the expected arrival of the film's leading man, a super hot star of Tinsel Town, JIM COLBY.

EXT. RED CREST THEATRE - CROWD LINING THE RED CARPET - NIGHT

CAMERA PANS the throng of people to END FRAME on GOSALYN and DRAKE MALLARD standing in the front row.

It's so noisy, they must converse with raised voices.

GOSALYN

Didn't I tell you this would be cool?

This is why you come so early!

DRAKE

(clearly displeased)

I can't wait for it to be over.

GOSALYN

Aw, dad, don't be such a spoil-

sport. If you're lucky, you may

even get your picture taken.

DRAKE

As what? A background prop for

some stuffy, over-payed so-called

"star"?

GOSALYN

You should talk, dad. Where's

Mike?

DARKWING

He said something about going

undercover.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. RED CREST THEATRE - LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

A pack of local ACTORS are dressed in actual costumes from the film. They are there to help promote it. An ACTOR dressed up as Mighty Mouse heads off to the restroom.

INT. RED CREST THEATRE - RESTROOM - CONTINUOUS

The Mighty Mouse Actor enters the restroom to check his makeup. The REAL Mighty Mouse is in there, revealed from behind the restroom door.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Funny... I didn't think I had a bill.

The Actor spins around in surprise.

ACTOR

What the...? Who the heck are you?

I'm the only one supposed to be

here tonight!

MIGHTY MOUSE

Sorry, I need to take your place.

I'm on a case.

ACTOR

The heck you are. The Union's

gonna hear about this, pal.

MIGHTY MOUSE

I don't have time to argue. I am

the real Mighty Mouse. I'm on a

case. I need to play me, here,

tonight.

ACTOR

Sure you are, buddy. Sure. Now,

get outta my way.

The Actor makes for the door, but Mighty Mouse moves to block his path.

ACTOR (CONT.)

Man, get out of my way!

The Actor throws a right cross into Mighty Mouse's jaw. Mighty Mouse turns his head with the punch, but the Actor still severely injures his hand.

ACTOR (CONT.)

Argh! Dang it!

MIGHTY MOUSE

See? Now you need a replacement.

As the Actor grimaces in pain, Mighty Mouse heads out the restroom door.

EXT. RED CREST THEATRE - RED CARPET ARRIVALS AREA - CONTINUOUS

A BLACK STRETCH LIMO pulls up. The door opens and we see a mouse with brown fur exit. He is dressed in a very handsome, and expensive, black dress suit. It is JIM COLBY.

The crowd goes bananas.

Jim plays to the cameras for a moment, letting the paparazzi get their photo ops, then he makes his way toward the crowd of fans. He shakes hands, greets folks, and even signs a few autographs.

As he starts to make his way to the theatre's doors, an ACTOR DRESSED AS OIL CAN HARRY steps in his way, blocking his path.

Jim takes it all in stride, thinking it's part of the promotion.

JIM

Sorry, pal. I left my cat-nip in

my other coat.

The Actor, who is actually the REAL OIL CAN HARRY, pulls a sleek .45 from his jacket pocket, and levels it at Jim.

HARRY

You only wish I wanted cat-nip.

JIM

(surprised)

Holy...!

A YELLOW & RED BLUR comes out of nowhere and flies between Harry and Jim, knocking them both backwards. Jim, reeling off-balance, falls onto his rear end, and does a neat little roll to pop right back up onto his feet again. The gun in Harry's hand is knocked sideways, and Harry uncontrolably fires a round into the crowd. A member of the paparazzi is hit in the arm and goes down.

PANDEMONIUM breaks loose.

EXT. RED CREST THEATRE - CROWD - CONTINUOUS

Gosalyn looks around at the panicked fans, then for her father. But he's disappeared.

EXT. RED CREST THEATRE - RED CARPET - CONTINUOUS

DARKWING (OS)

I am the terror that flaps in

the night!

A burst of blue smoke appears at the beginning end of the red carpet, and Darkwing makes his dramatic appearance.

Mighty Mouse gets Darkwing's attention from the doors of the theatre.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Cover Jim Colby! I'll nab Harry!

Darkwing nods, and fires more of his blue smoke right around Jim Colby.

Mighty Mouse sees Oil Can Harry trying to make a quick getaway in a nearby black limousine. He FLIES over to the limo and PICKS UP the back end of it so the vehicle can't drive off.

Harry's view is obscured by Darkwing's smoke, so he can't get off a clean shot at Jim Colby. He makes his retreat into the FOWL limo. But, the car doesn't move. He sticks his head out the sun roof and sees his problem.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

Back to jail, Harry!

HARRY

I'd worry less about me than about

a few of those star-struck fans

behind you!

Harry empties his gun at the crowd.

EXT. RED CREST THEATRE - CROWD - CONTINUOUS

The bullets fly straight at a few unsuspecting fans.

EXTREME CLOSE-UP of a WHITE GLOVED HAND CATCHING the bullets before they hit their intended targets.

WIDER to reveal a relieved Mighty Mouse. He looks at the bullets, then at

MIGHTY MOUSE'S POV - the rapidly retreating limo.

Mighty Mouse shakes his head in disgust, tossing the bullets away.

PAN TO FIND - Darkwing and Jim Colby in the dissipating smoke, exchanging autographs with each other.

DARKWING

(to Jim)

...Thanks. My daughter would never

forgive me if I didn't get it.

JIM

(chuckles)

No problem. And thanks for your

John Hancock. I've got a friend

who'd love to have the signature

of the "Duck Knight".

Mighty Mouse flies over to Darkwing and Jim.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Darkwing! Where's Gosalyn?

DARKWING

(not really paying attention)

What?

MIGHTY MOUSE

Gosalyn? You know? Where is she?

DARKWING

Gosalyn...?

He looks for her at the guard rope. She's not there.

DARKWING

GOSALYN!!!

IRIS OUT TO:

INT. LIMOUSINE - MOVING - LATER

Oil Can Harry talks on the phone with Steelbeak as his accomplice, SWIFTY, drives.

HARRY

Oh sure, I caused plenty of mayhem,

but wasn't able to completely pull

off the plan.

INT. CONTROL CENTER - INTERCUT

STEELBEAK

(on phone)

Let me guess - Darkwing showed

up.

HARRY

I don't know about anybody

named Darkwing, but Mighty Mouse

made a guest appearance

STEELBEAK

Did you see a duck dressed in

purple with a cape and hat?

HARRY

He was shooting some kind of

blue smoke bombs. I couldn't

nail Mr. Colby.

STEELBEAK

Rats… They're working together,

then.

HARRY

I was able to get a hostage.

STEELBEAK

Hostage?

HARRY

Yeah. Some girl with red hair. She's

a spirited one, though. Gave Swifty

a terrible time. She's currently tied

up here in front of me in the limo.

CAMERA MOVES and END FRAME on a very angry, gagged and bound Gosalyn.

Steelbeak's eyes light up at this piece of news.

STEELBEAK

Ooo! Harry, you have done yourself

justice! Dat kid just happens to be a

very close friend of Darkwing.

HARRY

In that case, send out the invitations!

Let our "guests" know where to come

for an "open house".

EXT. LIMOUSINE - MOVING - CONTINUOUS

VO of Steelbeak and Harry laughing with evil delight.

CUT TO:

INT. BAY BRIDGE TOWER - MAIN COMPUTER PLATFORM - LATER

Darkwing paces across the platform back and forth, back and forth. Mighty Mouse is seated on top of a desk. You can tell he feels very badly for Darkwing.

DARKWING

(depressed)

I should have stayed by Gosalyn. My

quest for headlines gets in the way

again…

MIGHTY MOUSE

Don't beat yourself up. You saved Jim

Colby's life. We didn't know that Gosalyn

was in any kind of danger. Heck, we don't

even know if she is in danger.

At that moment, the sound of the trap door at the bottom of the tower opens up, letting in that little Thunderquack. The message craft flies up to Darkwing.

Darkwing opens the craft's hatch and reads the note.

DARKWING

(desparingly)

Wrong. We do know now that she's

in danger! Here…

He gives the note to Mighty Mouse.

OVER THE SHOULDER OF MIKE - CLOSE UP ON NOTE

"FOWL JUST SENT US A COMMUNIQUE FOR YOU, DARKWING:

'GOSALYN WADDLEMEYER IS BEING HELD HOSTAGE. TO GET HER SAFELY RETURNED, YOU AND MIGHTY MOUSE MUST GO ALONE TO ST. CANARD TOWER. TAKE THE ELEVATOR TO THE TOP FLOOR. REMEMBER - NO POLICE OR AGENTS COME WITH YOU, OR GOSALYN DIES.'

GOOD LUCK, DARKWING."

MIGHTY MOUSE

So? What next?

DARKWING

We go, of course. Gosalyn is the most

important thing in my life. She's the main

reason I am a crime fighter - to make the

world a safer place for her to grow up in.

If I lost her…

Darkwing stares off vacantly, running through his mind the horrible possibility of losing Gosalyn.

MIGHTY MOUSE

(nodding head)

I understand…

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ST. CANARD TOWER LOBBY - NEXT MORNING

Mighty Mouse and Darkwing carefully walk into the lobby.

ZOOM on a sign hanging from the entryway door. We see it reads:

"CLOSED FOR RENOVATION"

MIGHTY MOUSE

Pretty good timing on FOWL's part…

DARKWING

Timing nothing. FOWL's faked this

"renovation." Check out the carpenters.

They're all FOWL Eggmen in disguise.

MIGHTY MOUSE'S POV as we PAN AROUND THE LOBBY. We do indeed see the CARPENTERS watching Darkwing and Mighty Mouse closely.

INT. ST. CANARD TOWER - ELEVATOR DOORS - CONTINUOUS

Darkwing and Mighty Mouse enter the elevator.

DARKWING (CONT.)

Something tells me this could get

dicey.

CUT TO:

INT. ST. CANARD TOWER - PENTHOUSE ELEVATOR - A MOMENT LATER

The doors open, but Darkwing waits a beat to lead Mighty Mouse out into a hallway. Then Darkwing peeks outside the doors, looking all directions. Mighty Mouse pokes his head out just above Darkwing's and looks, too.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Looks okay. All quiet on the Western

Front…

DARKWING

That's what scares me.

(motions for Mighty Mouse to follow)

Come on.

INT. ST. CANARD TOWER - PENTHOUSE HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

FAVOR Darkwing and Mighty Mouse as they stealthly walk down the hallway.

DARKWING

Let's split up. It'll take forever to find

her this way.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Whatever you say. I'm just on vacation

here.

Darkwing and Mighty Mouse take to opposite directions.

CUT TO:

INT. HALLWAY LINED WITH DOORS - LATER

Mighty Mouse is using his super hearing to listen through each door.

Suddenly, a yelp cuts through the silence, scaring Mighty Mouse half-to-death. He literally jumps into the air and hovers in instinct. He looks down the other end of the hallway.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Darkwing!

FOLLOW Mighty Mouse as he FLIES ALONG THE HALLWAY. The hallway becomes a blur.

Then, a strange BRIGHTLY LIT DOORWAY at the END OF THE HALLWAY grabs his attention. It's COVERED IN MULTI-COLORED CHRISTMAS LIGHTS.

CLOSE UP on the door. There's a message made from the Christmas lights that reads:

"WELCOME! THEY'RE IN HERE, CHEESE HEAD."

Mighty Mouse turns the door's knob. To his surprise, it's unlocked. He gingerly enters.

INT. A LARGE OPEN ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Mighty Mouse enters a large room that is in the middle of a construction project.

After taking a few steps into the room, he hears the door behind him SLAM shut.

Mighty Mouse whips around to find a GIANT EGGMAN blocking his way out. The Giant Eggman gives him a leering grin.

The Giant Eggman throws a full-powered punch right into Mighty Mouse's face. He gets hit so hard, that he flies across the room and pounds into a cement support column, cracking it. Mighty Mouse slides to the floor in a daze.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Geesh! That hurt!

INT. CONSTRUCTION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Before Mighty Mouse has time to recover, another GIANT EGGMAN grabs Mighty Mouse by the front of his costume, and lifts him up to face level. He draws back his arm and pounds Mighty Mouse across the face. WHAM!

Mighty Mouse hits the floor HARD. He fights to stay conscious. He discovers that blood has actually been drawn from his nose.

The two Giant Eggmen are as strong as he is. Mighty Mouse knows he's in serious trouble.

He struggles to his feet, but before he can leap into the air, the two Giant Eggmen run and hit him from opposite directions, one up high and one down low. Mighty Mouse feels his back SNAP. He falls to the ground.

CUT TO:

INT. CONTROL CENTER - CONTINUOUS

Steelbeak and Oil Can Harry watch the events on a large screen monitor.

STEELBEAK

See, what did I tell you, Harry? Hakuna

Matata, baby!

HARRY

Alright, I'm impressed. Just how did you

accomplish making super-strong agents?

STEELBEAK

I got connections in a town called

Gotham City. They guaranteed me

that these pills called "Venom"

would take care of my problem.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CONSTRUCTION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

CLOSE UP on Mighty Mouse's face. We see it's in a grimace from the pain of the beating he's taken. Suddenly, we see his eyes fly open, they GLOW A HELLFIRE RED.

INT. CONSTRUCTION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

WIDE SHOT of the two Giant Eggmen congratulating themselves, their backs to Mighty Mouse.

FROM BEHIND them we see Mighty Mouse rise from the ground. Only, it's not just a normal Mighty Mouse: he's grown to twice his height, his muscles are immense, bulging with immeasurable strength, and have ripped through his costume. He is completely healed of his injuries. We can see he dwarfs the Giant Eggmen in sheer bulk.

MIGHTY MOUSE

(voice much lower)

Excuse me, gentlemen.

They turn to look at him.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

Don't start what you can't finish!

At first the Giant Eggmen are shocked, but they are still over confidant and run at Mighty Mouse again.

Mighty Mouse stands his ground, as the two Giant Eggmen hit him. Mighty Mouse doesn't budge an inch. There's an audible CRACK! As the Giant Eggmen hit his steel hard body with their shoulders. The Eggman YELP in pain and fall to the floor.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

(chuckles)

Too bad those muscles didn't come with

brains, boys.

(lifting one of the Eggmen up to eye level)

Where are they?

The Giant Eggman motions toward a steel door at the back of the room. The door says "EXIT" in red neon over the top of it.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

Thanks.

He unceremoniously drops the Giant Eggman to the flood. THUD!

INT. CONSTRUCTION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

CLOSE UP of Mighty Mouse's now ungloved, black-furred hand grabbing two STEEL GIRDERS from a pile of them.

WIDER as we see Mighty Mouse wrap each girder around each of the Giant Eggmen.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

(waves as he's leaving)

Don't wait up, fellas.

INT. CONSTRUCTION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Mighty Mouse walks purposefully toward the door.

Mighty Mouse finds that this door is locked.

He shrugs, and throws a fist THROUGH THE DOOR, then VIOLENTLY RIPS IT OFF ITS HINGES.

The LIGHTS BLACK OUT.

INT. NEW DARK ROOM - CONTINUOUS

All we see is the glow of Mighty Mouse's RED EYES moving in the dark.

STEEBEAK

(from behind Mighty Mouse)

Wow. You really light up my heat

sensor glasses! What's da matter,

feelin' da heat?

Before Mighty Mouse can respond, he feels Steelbeak jump onto his back.

Mighty Mouse jerks forward, flinging Steelbeak off like nothing more than a pesky fly.

Steelbeak bounces on the floor a couple of times, discovering his heat vision goggles are gone.

STEELBEAK

(claps hands)

Clap on!

The lights flare on immediately. We now see that we are in the control room.

MIGHTY MOUSE

The Clapper?!

Steelbeak gets an eye full of the much improved Mighty Mouse.

STEELBEAK

What da heck happened to you?!

Mighty Mouse ignores him. His attention is captured by two bound figures behind a line of bars in an adjacent room.

MIGHTY MOUSE'S POV - Darkwing and Gosalyn are bound and slumped over unconscious.

MIGHTY MOUSE (VO)

Darkwing… Gosalyn…

STEELBEAK (OS)

Don't worry…

This time Mighty Mouse looks Steelbeak right in the eyes.

STEELBEAK (CONT.)

…They aren't dead. Just zonked out

for awhile. See, I can't kill 'em. Word

would spread dat I had to have a cat

help me do it. I've got a reputation to

keep, y'know.

INT. CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Mighty Mouse walks over to the bars, and readies to put his hands on them.

STEELBEAK (OS)

Ah, I wouldn't do dat if I were you.

Mighty Mouse ignores him again, and grips the bars. BLUE FLASHES OF ELECTRICITY fly all over his body. Mighty Mouse is surprised, but totally unaffected otherwise.

Steelbeak jaw drops to the floor when he sees Mighty Mouse shrug off the electricity and tear the bars apart.

Mighty Mouse turns around to face Steelbeak, a Cheshire cat grin on his face. He walks deliberately toward Steelbeak, carrying the bars with him.

STEELBEAK

Woah! N-now, wait-a-minute, pal.

Just hold on a sec…

Mighty Mouse stands face-to-face with Steelbeak.

STEELBEAK (CONT.)

(almost whimpers)

…Please?

Mighty Mouse grabs Steelbeak by his namesake, and lifts him high into the air. He crushes the beak together in his ultra-strong grip.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Shut up.

He drops Steelbeak on the ground, then wraps him up in the bars.

CUT TO:

INT. ADJACENT ROOM - A MOMENT LATER

CLOSE UP of Mighty Mouse tearing the ropes off Darkwing and Gosalyn. Darkwing begins to stir.

DARKWING

(very groggy)

Uh… Launchpad… I thought I

told you not to make your Long Island

Iced Teas again…

DARKWING'S POV - OUT OF FOCUS GOING INTO FOCUS as we see Mighty Mouse looking INTO THE CAMERA.

DARKWING (CONT.)

Geesh… What happened to you? Have

a little problem with a bee hive?

Mighty Mouse smiles and sighs with relief.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Good. You're still annoyingly

obnoxious. Looks like you'll make a

complete recovery. Too bad that

knock out juice didn't give you a

better personality.

DARKWING

Oh, veeery funny. At least I have a

personality.

Their attention is captured by the stirring of Gosalyn.

DARKWING (CONT.)

Gosalyn! Honey, can you understand

me? Are you all right? C'mon,

Sweety…

GOSALYN

(groggy)

Mmm… No, Honker. I said in the

principal's chair, not…

(awake enough to catch herself)

Er… Darkwing!

MIGHTY MOUSE

(chuckling)

Apparently the drug has a mild influence

on dream patterns as a side effect.

Mighty Mouse helps them both to their feet.

GOSALYN

(noticing Mighty Mouse)

Woah! Keen gear! I like the new look,

'Double M'!

Darkwing rolls his eyes.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. MOUSEVILLE - ABANDONED FACTORY - LATE DAY

Establishing shot.

INT. FACTORY - CONTINUOUS

PEARL PUREHEART, a female no-nonsense mouse with natural blonde, curly hair, enters the main production room warily.

PEARL

(calling out)

Mighty Mouse! I got your message!

MIGHTY MOUSE (OS)

I'm up here, Pearl!

Pearl looks up at the old foreman's office - HER old office - and sees the silhouette of a figure in the doorway.

She smiles and waves at the figure, then walks up the stairs to meet him.

CUT TO:

EXT. ABANDONED FACTORY - CONTINUOUS

PEARL (VO)

(she screams in terror)

EEEEEKKK!!!!

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SHUSH HEADQUARTERS - HOOTER'S OFFICE - A MOMENT LATER

FRAME ON the door as Darkwing and a still large Mighty Mouse enter the office. They are finishing a conversation.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Listen, I've got to get going. If what

Gosalyn says is true, I need to get

back to Mouseville a.s.a.p.

Hooter welcomes them back warmly, as always.

HOOTER

Congratulations on a job well done,

gentlemen; and especially to you,

Mighty Mouse. Your assistance on

this case is greatly appreciated.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Thank you, sir, but Darkwing led the

whole thing. Despite his, um…

personality, he's a remarkable

crime fighter.

DARKWING

(to Mighty Mouse)

Despite how that sounded, I'll take

that as a compliment of the

obvious.

Now it's Mighty Mouse's turn to roll his eyes.

HOOTER

I was wondering, Mighty Mouse, if

you wouldn't consider becoming a

free-lance agent for SHUSH? We

could really use your talents.

Darkwing gets immediately indignant.

DARKWING

Now wait just a minute! How come

he rates as a SHUSH agent?

HOOTER

Now, Darkwing. Calm down. He wouldn't

be a permanent fixture, like yourself. He'd

be a last resort - a "cavalry" of sorts. We'd

always call you before him. You know

that.

DARKWING

(pacified)

All right, I guess I can go along with

that.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Thanks, Darkwing. You're too good

to me.

Darkwing shoots him a nasty look.

HOOTER

I even have a special experimental

costume we'd like you to try for

us. It's part biological, bonding with

the wearer's nervous system. It

expands and changes right with the

body. It's even in your traditionally

worn colors.

(looks at Darkwing)

We even used a suggestion by

Darkwing. The cape was made black

with dark red inlay for camouflage

purposes.

DARKWING

(to Mighty Mouse)

You stick out like a sore thumb. That

costume you wear would be fine in

a circus tent, but not for city streets.

Hooter hands the costume to Mighty Mouse. Mighty Mouse looks at it briefly, then starts to SPIN LIKE A TORNADO. He abruptly comes out of the spin an stands revealed in

HIS NEW COSTUME - A one-piece that hugs his body. It's base color is a canary yellow with a large splash of blood red flames on the calves and forearms. He wears no gloves, and has black footwear to match his fur color and cape. The cape is longer, a more dramatic flow - Darkwing's contribution. Combined with his enormous physique, Mighty Mouse looks like a demonic avenger.

HOOTER

How do you like it?

MIGHTY MOUSE

It… it tingles, and makes my blood

feel like it's burning. Now it's

dissipating.

Mighty Mouse flexes his muscles experimentally. The costume's a perfect fit.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

I like it.

(to Darkwing)

Especially the cape.

HOOTER

Wonderful! And you've given me

a great idea for the codename

we'll use when you work for

us: Bloodfire.

MIGHTY MOUSE/BLOODFIRE

Bloodfire -- I like it.

(beat)

Not to check in and run, but I've got

to get to Mouseville right away.

(to Darkwing)

And I'd like for Darkwing to join

me.

DARKWING

Me? Why?

BLOODFIRE

To return the hospitality. And let you

tour where I live. If we're ever going

to work together again in the future,

I think we need to get to know each

other better.

DARKWING

I know all I want to about you.

Thanks but no thanks. Handle

Oil Can Harry on your own. I mean,

it's pretty obvious to me you'll

have no problem.

BLOODFIRE

But, he expects me to show up. He

has no inkling about you. That's a

real advantage. Besides, I enjoy

watching you work, I like your

style.

DARKWING

(letting Bloodfire's words get to his ego)

Well, you do have a good point. You

could probably learn a few things from

me. After all, the best teaching is

by example…

(dramatically)

Okay, I'll go.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. FACTORY OFFICE - NIGHT

Pearl is tied up to a very uncomfortable chair. She is steaming mad. Oil Can Harry sits in a more comfortable leather office chair, his feet propped up on the desk.

PEARL

That was a rotten trick, you flea-

bitten fur bag!

HARRY

(chuckles)

Yes, but I'm a villain - think about

it, Pearl. Now all I need to do

is wait for your "champion" to

show up.

(beat)

(to Swifty)

SWIFTY! Get in here!

SWIFTY, a rotound feline a little low on the IQ chart bounds into the office.

SWIFTY

(salutes Harry)

Yes, your evilness?

HARRY

Is everything set to go?

SWIFTY

Duh, yeah, boss. The TNT is

tied on the foundations, just

like you told me to.

HARRY

Very good, Swifty. Now, go back

to your observation point. Signal

me when my guest arrives.

Harry rocks back and forth with evil pleasure as Swifty leaves.

CUT TO:

EXT. ABANDONED FACTORY - A LITTLE LATER

A returned to normal sized Mighty Mouse flies, carrying Darkwing with him. As he reaches the factory, we

CLOSE UP on the pair and here Mighty Mouse start to sing

MIGHTY MOUSE

(sings in tenor)

Here I --

Darkwing SLAMS HIS HAND over Mighty Mouse's mouth.

DARKWING

(enraged whisper)

What are you doing?!

MIGHTY MOUSE

I'm trying to sing my trademark

phrase. I always sing it when I'm

coming to rescue somebody, or

get a bad guy.

DARKWING

(rolls his eyes)

(to himself)

Amatures.

(to Mighty Mouse)

No! You do not do that. Everytime

you do that, you give your biggest

advantage away - surprise. You don't

want the bad guys to hear you coming,

it gives them time to run.

MIGHTY MOUSE

But you yell "I am the Terror

that -- "

DARKWING

(interrupts)

Yes, but I do it when I'm already

there, not before I arrive. And for

gosh sakes don't sing when you've

got those super muscles. You lose the

drama of the moment. A black cape

can help only so much.

MIGHTY MOUSE

(sighs)

Tell me again why I brought you

along.

WIDER as Mighty Mouse and Darkwing land at the factory's main entrance. As they enter

DARKWING

Do you know your way around here?

MIGHTY MOUSE

Yup. I used to work here.

INT. FACTORY - MAIN PRODUCTION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Mighty Mouse enters the main production room. He realizes he's alone - Darkwing's silently disappeared - again.

MIGHTY MOUSE

(under breath)

I hate it when he does that.

Oil Can Harry pushes Pearl out of the office door above Mighty Mouse.

PEARL

Mighty Mouse!

Mighty Mouse shoots a look above him and sees Pearl a prisoner of Oil Can Harry.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Pearl! Hang on! I'll be right there!

INT. FACTORY OFFICE - STAIR PLATFORM - CONTINUOUS

Oil Can Harry's attention is focused on Mighty Mouse, so he doesn't see

DARKWING SWINGS IN OUT OF NOWHERE right at Harry.

DARKWING

I am the Terror that flaps in the

night!

HARRY'S POV as he sees Darkwing's webbed foot come flying right at his chest.

Darkwing makes a direct hit, totally surprising Harry. The kick sends Harry slamming into the stair platform guard rail.

Darkwing immediately picks Pearl up and tosses her over the railing to Mighty Mouse.

DARKWING

Here! Catch!

Mighty Mouse makes the catch, much to the relief of Pearl.

DARKWING (CONT.)

See, that is why you don't

announce yourself. Class dismissed!

HARRY

(getting up)

Indeed it is, troublesome duck!

Harry backhands Darkwing viciously, sending him over the railing. Mighty Mouse catches Darkwing just in the knick-of-time.

HARRY

(producing a walkie-talkie)

Swifty! Now!

INT. FACTORY MAIN PRODUCTION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Mighty Mouse tears the ropes off Pearl, just as the trio feels a SUDDEN JOLT and hears a MUFFLED BOOM. Immediately the factory structure starts to collapse around them.

PEARL

My factory!

MIGHTY MOUSE

Everybody protect your heads!

Darkwing and Pearl croutch down and cover their heads.

Mighty Mouse makes his transformation in record time. It's apparent he's figuring out how to control this new ability. And as advertised, his costume expands with him.

Mighty Mouse covers Darkwing and Pearl with his own body.

INT. FACTORY MAIN PRODUCTION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The factory collapses around and over them.

EXT. FACTORY - CONTINUOUS

We see the factory walls and roofing COLLAPSE dramatically. Nothing could have survived the catastrophy.

EXT. RUBBLE - A MOMENT LATER

Dust rises from the pile of cement, wood, and metal debris. The only thing left standing of the factory is the steel framework. There's no sign of Darkwing, Pearl or Mighty Mouse.

We see Oil Can Harry and Swifty approach the pile of rubble.

HARRY

(gleefully laughing)

Yes! I did it! I finally beat Mighty

Mouse!

(to Swifty)

Swifty, I'm so proud of you! This

time you didn't screw up.

(back to world in general)

I won! Good-bye forever to that

meddlesome, musclebound rat!

I even finished off that irritating

duck. Now that's what I call a

good day's work.

Harry's reverie is cut short, however, as we

CLOSE UP on the pile of rubble.

The rubble EXPLODES outward as the huge, red-eyed Mighty Mouse frees himself of the debris. Harry and Swifty duck and cover.

Darkwing dusts himself off while a totally shocked Pearl stands there gaping at Mighty Mouse. She doesn't know just what to make of him.

Harry and Swifty as ever more shocked than she is.

HARRY

Th-that's... impossible!

Mighty Mouse shoots him a grin like a lion gives a zebra, then he does the classic muscle flex pose. His head is partially buried in the muscle. We can almost FEEL the power he commands.

HARRY (CONT.)

(to Swifty)

RUN!!!!!

Mighty Mouse drops the pose.

MIGHTY MOUSE

(to Darkwing)

Stay here with Pearl. Harry's mine.

EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS

Harry and Swifty are high-tailing it down the street.

Suddenly, Mighty Mouse drops from the air right in front of them. He purposely hits the ground hard, using his strength to cause a small localized earthquake. The street breaks into pieces and cracks from the force of the impact.

Harry and Swifty lose their balance and fall. Mighty Mouse is on them before they can take another breath. He picks them up by the scruff of theie necks and carries them over to Pearl and Darkwing.

EXT. RUBBLE - CONTINUOUS

MIGHTY MOUSE

Is there anything you'd like to say

to Harry here before I take him

back to jail, Pearl?

PEARL

(angry)

Yeah. Set him on the ground for a

second. Make him squat so I can

talk face-to-face.

Mighty Mouse drops Harry on the ground and holds him down for Pearl.

Pearl hauls off and PUNCHES Oil Can Harry right in the nose.

HARRY

Ow!

PEARL

Okay. I feel a little better. Haul

his sorry butt off to prison.

Mighty Mouse smiles and nods, then flies off with Harry and Swifty.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BAY BRIDGE TOWER - NIGHT

Establishing shot.

INT. BAY BRIDGE TOWER - NIGHT

Mighty Mouse is saying his good-byes after flying back Darkwing to St. Canard.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Are you sure you can't stay

a little longer in Mouseville?

DARKWING

Sorry,

(dramatic beat)

But duty calls!

(conspiratorilly)

Besides, if I leave Gosalyn alone

too long, things tend to get a

bit too exciting around here.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Well, it was good working with

you, Darkwing... I know! I know!

No singing.

Mighty Mouse flies off as Gosalyn and Launchpad enter the Tower.

GOSALYN

Hey, dad! You missed a really cool

movie!

DARKWING

Hon, I've had enough of "Double

M" to last me for awhile.

(beat)

Oh! That reminds me. I have a

little something for you.

Darkwing hands her a neatly wrapped package.

GOSALYN

For me? Keen gear! What's it for?

DARKWING

Just because... just because... just

open it!

Gosalyn tears into the package.

Her eyes widen in surprise.

GOSALYN

A REAL JIM COLBY AUTOGRAPH?!

KEEN GEAR! And it's addressed to

me!

(she runs and hugs her father fiercely)

Thanks Dad!

DARKWING

(pats her on the head)

No problem, kiddo.

(he winks at Launchpad)

No problem.

THE END