Disclaimer Darkwing Duck is owned by Disney and not by me. I write this for fun and not for money.

Author's Note Okay, first time writing in the Darkwing Duck fandom so some characters may be OOC. Second, this fic was originally thought to be a one-shot but it grew to a few chapters instead.

Chapter 1

"Okay deadline crises Honk. Tomorrow's Father's Day and I still haven't found a gift for my dad yet." Gosalyn Mallard stated pacing back and forth in her room while her best friend Honker Muddlefoot sat on the only clean spot in the whole room, a red and purple beanbag.

"You could always give a gift card." Honker pointed out as he continued to watch Gosalyn pace back and forth.

"Nah, then he could buy something that I wouldn't be able to use."

"Usually the idea behind giving is to give something the receiver would want or need."

"Hey it's my hard earned allowance money that I have to spend to get that gift. So why can't I get something that a) I would like and b) that my dad would never get for me otherwise."

Honker shook his head disapprovingly, "Something tells me you miss the whole 'This better to give than receive' moral completely."

"No that's not it at all." Gosalyn sighed before continuing. "I know that it's good to receive, and that it's even better to give, but its best to do both."

"And your grandfather always said to do your best." Honker commented knowing where she was headed with her argument.

"Exactly. Now enough of this moral code stuff, I still need to find a gift for my dad."

"You could always clean your room."

Gosalyn stopped her pacing and stared at Honker in disbelief. "You can't be serious."

"Well he has told you to clean it several times and you haven't. By cleaning it could –"

"No Honk I'm not cleaning my room."

"I guess you're right. You wouldn't have enough time to clean it anyway."

"Its not about having or not having the time, it's the principal behind it."

"Principal? What principal?"

"That its my room and if I want it -" Gosalyn paused searching for the right word to use.

"Messy?" Honker suggested.

"No, cluttered. If I want my room a little cluttered than I should have the right to have it that way. After all it's still a free country isn't it?"

Honker shook his head and pushed his glasses back up unto the bridge of his beak. "Maybe if you wrote down a list of things you and your dad like, you could be able to find a gift that both of you would appreciate."

"It couldn't hurt." Gosalyn agreed and went over to her desk to find a piece of paper and a pencil. During her search to find the two items she ran across her old portable radio. "I've been looking all over for this thing."

"Apparently 'all over' didn't include your desk."

"Ha-ha, very funny." Gosalyn shot back over her shoulder before switching on the radio. Which brought the small device to life. "Hey, it still works. Want to listen to some tunes while trying to figure out a gift idea?"

"Well, it has been said that classical music can help with the creative thought process."

"Classical? Not unless the creative thought process is another word for completely boring. Besides the dial is broken on this thing, so I can't change radio stations." Gosalyn turned up the volume and adjusted the antenna, and with pencil and paper in hand went over and sat beside Honker on the floor.

"First off I know dad has a thing for capes, but those things cost a pretty penny, so that's out."

"A cellular phone?"

"Do I look like I'm made of money? No, cellular phones are out, too."

Before Honker could comment on the subject a radio announcer came on.

"Today was the fifth annual St. Canard K-9 Clubbers' Dog Show. The grand prize of best in show was awarded to Miss Upshot with her English Cocker Spaniel Li'll John, which took home one thousand dollars. On another note the Third National Bank of St. Canard was robbed again today. Questions still surround the theft as to who the fiend behind the robbery was. Strange claw marks as well as charred plaster have been reported at the scene. It has also been rumored that this could be a start of a new criminal fiend on the loose. . ."

"Keen gear! Did ya hear that?"

"About the bank robbery? I think you should leave that to-"

"No no. Not that. About the dog show and the first place winner who got the thousand bucks."

Honker blinked and studied his best friend for a moment. Since when did Gosalyn Mallard aka Quiverwing Quack not want to go sleuthing when there was a mysterious and unusual crime afoot? However, before he could voice this question aloud Gosalyn answered it with the next comment she made.

"I mean with that kind of money I could buy that new gaming system that's coming out this Christmas as well as a few games to go with it. I could even buy dad a cellular phone and still have a few bucks left over for ice cream and sodas and other fun stuff."

"But you don't have that kind of money."

"I know that, but Miss Upshot, or whatever her name is, didn't have it till she entered the dog show and won."

"Gosalyn, for one to enter a dog show they must first have a dog, and you don't have one. And your dad isn't going to give you one, since he has stated that you can't get a pet."

Gosalyn smiled wickedly. "He said I couldn't get one but he never said I couldn't give one."

"This isn't going to work," Honker commented looking at his friend.

"Oh ye of little faith. All we need now is some extra funds. Cause I'm sure purebreds cost more then twenty-five dollars." Gosalyn got silent and Honker could swore he saw a little light bulb flicker above Gosayln's head. "Honk I'm gonna need some –"

"Don't look at me. I've already spent all my money on my dad's present."

"Well duh, I knew that. Anyway I wasn't asking you for a loan, I was asking if you could be the distraction while I get my dad's credit card from his wallet."

"That would be stealing."

"The term is secretly borrowing, and anyway who pays my allowance?"

"Your father."

"Right. So when I'm 'secretly borrowing' his credit card I'm not stealing I'm just cutting out the middle man, so to speak."

Honker sighed, "Okay I'll be the distraction."

"Thanks Honk. Now here's the plan -" Honker put his hand up, stopping Gosalyn before she continued.

"I'll be the distraction and help you with this impossible plan on one condition; we split the winnings fifty-fifty."

"You drive a hard bargain Muddlefoot, but it's a deal." And with that the two shook hands.