Fourteen year old Sora lived on the white sandy beaches of the great Destiny Islands with Riku, who was his rival and Kairi, who was his girlfriend. All three were great friends; they played on the island in the mornings, in the noon they did sword fights (with wooden ones of course) and in the sunset they would sit by the old paopu tree and discuss about visiting other places, hoping that one day, they would be lifted out of their grey existence on that small island with nothing in front of them but an ocean.

One night, while preparing a raft that would take them out to sea, a dark hurricane whirled the island to smithereens before consuming it entirely and scattering its inhabitants in different locations. Sora felt as if he were going up in a balloon until he landed with a soft crash in the alleyway of a sunless Victorian village called Traverse Town. There he met a wizard of a duck named Donald Duck and a funny dog in shining armor called Goofy Goof, whom like Sora, were searching for their master King Mickey Mouse, the ruling sovereign of a kingdom called Disney Town who had disappeared while negotiating the affairs of several stars that blinked out in a Zodiac pattern. Having also gained the experience of the Keyblade, a legendary weapon that could seal and unlock the core of worlds, Sora decided to tag along; hoping that the duck and dog would take him to Riku and Kairi.

Ignoring the negative traits of his newfound friends and the threats of his newly formed enemies that controlled the mysterious beings of dark and shadow known as the "Heartless", Sora had taken off a two-year adventure; travelling to many planet-like worlds and a fortress of white and silver in hopes that those who lived there had seen Riku, Kairi or the little mouse king. Piece-by-piece, Sora found out that he was a religious savior and a balance to restore the universe needed to save those who were related to him in spirit, blood and kinship.

Across the galaxy, travelling amongst a great war between 7 brightnesses and 13 darknesses, Sora, the King, his discovered family and new friends fought bravely against the forces of the wicked sorceress Maleficent and the corrupted elder Master Xehanort, who wanted to use Kingdom Hearts, the universe's epicenter, to reshape the worlds in his own image and rule over them like a god. With the combined strength of the seven lights, Sora finally gave Master Xehanort his just reward, putting an end to the insane man and creating a new life of a less strict enforcement in the universe.

With no Heartless, no Nobodies, no Unversed or any Dream Eaters to derail them, Sora was happy to have retired in a universe at peace. But one could only imagine that he still liked to visit other worlds with Goofy and Donald for both business and pleasurable purposes a decade later. Now twenty-six years old, Sora and his two sidekicks travelled to another set of unexplored worlds, sharing the history of the Keyblade, the schematics of the worlds they had previously encountered and the story of how they came to be.

Not long after their trip to San Fransokyo had ended, Donald wanted to see his relatives in Duckburg. A duck themed city located somewhere in between the great metropolis of St. Canard and the coastal town of Cape Suzette where his more closer relatives; Uncle Scrooge, sister Dumbella and nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie, resided in a home away from Disney Town. In fact, Duckburg and Mouseburg were the birth places of Donald's and King Mickey's family before Disney Town had been established in 1928. Setting the coordinates into the Gummi Ship's computer himself, Donald took a deep breath as he opened the throttle and the rocket zoomed away into the furthest reaches of space.

Way up in the Lepus Quadrant in the constellation of Leo the Lion, lay the city of Zootopia, the home of advanced animals alike. Ask any Zootopian and they would have this to say, "Anyone can be anything!" One building looked like a giraffe, every lamppost was dressed like a pelican and the citizens marched through the streets planted with tropical trees that filled the city with fresh clean air, the kind of oxygen that you could only find in the African hinterland. The Meadowlands were home to sheep and Outback Island was a pleasant home for Australians and every place in Little Rodentia was a fast food restaurant chain called Chez Cheez where the tiniest of mice liked to eat cheese. But every Zootopian knew, that in comparison to some of the more "overrated human worlds" outside their borders, there was prejudice everywhere…without a single doubt. On the lighter side of matters, Zootopia had a section for every season: Summer in Sahara Square, fall in the Rainforest District, winter in Tundra Town and spring in the Burrows, the perfect home for the rabbits to live and prosper in the peaceful hills of forty-two apartments that were shaped like domes.

When they arrived, Sora immediately took a disguise, as he had done once before in previous worlds. At the docks where the Gummi Ship had landed, it was Donald who waved his mage's staff in his right hand and gave Sora's complexion the appearance of a cougar with fur that matched his hazelnut hair. It reminded him of his visit to the Pride Lands in the African Savannah, where he was a lion cub, a feral lion cub that directly contrasted with the anthropomorphic animals that thrived in the place of humanity in all shapes and sizes.

"Does this seem a bit much to you?" Sora asked Donald after a two second peruse of doubt.

"This is what Zootopia is all about," Donald spoke with uncharacteristically refined pride in his quacky voice.

"It doesn't matter who you really are," Goofy added in a rare moment of intelligence. "But in your case, you've just gotta fit in."

"I only hope I'll be able to like this place just as much as you guys," Sora nodded sheepishly.

"You bet it will!" Donald quacked. "Now come on, let's go see my family!"

And off they went.

On their way, the trio came upon a variety of animals whose god was Noah, the only human Zootopians ever looked up to in terms of religious beliefs with name of Enoch as an exclamatory remark. There was fox of half-masted eyes and a slick smile that shined his livid yellow-green shirt and navy blue necktie with red pinstripes horizontally going down to the bottom. His tan khakis were the only dull colors on his person, but his emerald green eyes were locked on Sora's crown pendant before his eyes met the fox's. It looked as though he was aroused by something and he wanted to caress it very badly in his greedy hands of lust.

Yes, every mammal, carnivore, rodent, felidae, bird and marsupial liked Zootopia a lot. But Drake Mallard, who lived in a suburban house just north of St. Canard, had an entirely different point of view.

Drake Mallard reviled the crime and corruption that dared to strike the very heart of his city with brute force, for he was in actuality, the super hero Darkwing Duck, protector of the innocent and masked crusader bent on dispelling the criminal elements of St. Canard and its neighboring cities in Zootopia. Nobody knew how or when he came to be this masked defender. It could be perhaps, that his parents were murdered right in front of him during a robbery when he was eight years old. It could be perhaps that also in his youth, he was a Junior Woodchuck who dreamed of becoming a superhero from a myriad of comic books. But he thought that the most likely reason of all may have been that he came from another planet…a doomed planet that granted him super-powers under the atmosphere of a yellow sun.

In actuality, it was his ward Gosalyn Waddlemeyer who was orphaned by a gang of lowlifes working for the nefarious Taurus Bulba during a robbery. She herself was the granddaughter of Professor Waddlemeyer, who had been building a secret weapon, a dangerous weapon called the Waddlemeyer Ramrod that disrupted gravitational bonds and made people float. He too was beaten to death at the hands of Bulba's gang, each one taking their turn by name, Hammerhead Hannigan the goat, Hoof the donkey, Mouth the ram, his female secretary Clovis the cow and Tantalus the condor. They believed that Gosalyn bore the information of the arming code, so they tried to shanghai her—but not before Darkwing Duck got to them first in his motorcycle, the Ratcatcher. He took her to his hideaway in the south tower of the Audubon Bay Bridge, where he revealed the information about her grandfather and questioned her as to why Taurus needed the Ramrod. After a quick summary of explanations and the fact that Darkwing had a library of information on the citizens of Zootopia, alive or deceased, he agreed to let Gosalyn stay in his tower, worried that she would reveal his secret identity to the world. Subsequently, Taurus' plans were dashed and Gosalyn was legally adopted by Drake Mallard.

Since that faithful day, Gosalyn wanted to become a hero. Her tomboyish nature created the alter ego of Quiverwing Quack, Gosmoduck and Crimson Quackette, three very different superheroines with one thing in common: to help her adoptive father. But Drake grew too close to Gosalyn and the last thing he ever wanted was to see his adoptive daughter getting killed or injured. But Gosalyn did not want to just be sidekick, she also wanted to be a hero in her own right and even after the first anniversary of her adoption date, she was still fit to burst with beating the living shit out of Darkwing's enemies. She later befriended Honker Muddlefoot, a shy and intelligent goose with myopia who wore red rimmed spectacles and a pine green polyester shirt. He often carried a backpack for the secondary purpose of gadgets and literal references in supporting Gosalyn's missions with Darkwing.

Sora, Donald and Goofy arrived late at sunset (about 5:59 PM to be exact), giving Darkwing Duck the perfect opportunity to strike back at Taurus Bulba's new headquarters, the One Chump Plaza Casino, where an anecdotes of dog racing scams took place without proper authorization of legalized gambling. One of the former racers, a greyhound who knew too much, tipped Darkwing off about the new manager. Darkwing was confused at first, as Taurus' injuries from the Ramrod being blown up during their last battle had put him out of action for eight months, but knew that the time for healing was over and flew over to the casino by roping himself to the right skid of a police helicopter. He could even see the bull in a blood red waistcoat as he squinted his eyes into the top office window, ready to swing with every momentum of the pendulum in his body to crash his way though.

Taurus Bulba was indeed a fierce bull, and this evening his thoughts on Darkwing Duck and his ninety nine year prison sentence was far in the back of his horns. Although being incarcerated in the city pen was a minor inconvenience (having used his own cell as a base of operations), he was comfortable in whatever suited his needs, like the sleek office on the top floor of One Chump Plaza Casino with its prune colored marble. He had already broken his gang out of jail using a power-drill to mine his way through the sewer system that connected to the washing facilities of the penitentiary where he also recovered their suits (and some more of his own) and they sat by the table with Taurus himself in the director's chair.

"For a year, I had considered using this casino as a front for my operations and now today is that day," Taurus swallowed his lungs in the event of a long-winded speech. "My business with the prior applicant, Diamond had been stodgy, but I managed to acquire half the building under a contract signed by him so that he could retire for the next month or so."

Every member of Taurus' gang exchanged discomforting expressions, they could not tell if the boss was using euphemisms to imply that he killed Diamond, a goat of some sort and a member of the Suits, a criminal gang led by the masked tabby cat Pokerface who specialized in gambling.

"The products of this casino..." Taurus stopped for a beat. "...and our time of planning has just about paid off."

From the bottom of the table was a metallic briefcase. He picked it up in his left hand, turned it to face him and opened the two latches that held the luggage down, revealing a total amount of $50,000 in cash.

"Feel free to take a look," said Taurus, turning the briefcase counterclockwise towards his stooges.

Hammerhead Hannigan took three thousand dollar bills into his hooves, gazing at them for over five seconds. Unsure of it's authenticity, he handed them to Clovis, whose eyes were sharper than any normal secretary who had the experience of looking out for counterfeit dollar bills.

"It's appears to be legal," she said quickly. "But I do not see the difference."

Hoof and Mouth, the less intelligent members of the gang on a comedic scale, were denied any chance of glancing at the tender when Clovis handed the money back to Taurus.

"You need a microscope to tell the difference between what is real or not," Taurus stated, putting the bills back into the briefcase. "Which is something that neither of those retards in blue could figure out. In layman's terms; yes it is counterfeit, but is identical to the real McCoy right down to the hairs on the portrait. In this way, we can get the real money from the machines while those who win get the counterfeit as punishment for their greed and avarice that comes to me and me only."

He punctuated the word "me" by putting his right thumb at his chest. If things went according to plan, Taurus would have most of the real money from visiting gamblers on himself and his gang, before distributing it to the black market and the rest of St. Canard's criminal network.

"And now..." the bull began to finish. "I expect a quarter mile of this dough by October. But before we can commerce, does any one else have any suggestions?"

Hoof raised his right hoof nervously, fearing that Taurus would be infuriated with his answer, weather it be about Darkwing Duck or some idiotic question regarding the money.

"One thing, boss. Why give the counterfeit money to the winners, like if they win the jackpot or something? Wouldn't it get us in deep shit if the cops start nosing around if someone reports about the fake money?"

Taurus glared, but his emotions were stable.

"It's for the other criminals, dumbass. Were you not listening the first time when I said I wanted to make peace with my rivals?"

"I think he only got half of that," Mouth uttered, hoping it would sedate his boss back into a content mood.

But Taurus was unwilling to go into further detail, for it was his pet condor Tantalus that sensed danger by craning his head towards the right side window. From the rope on the helicopter was Darkwing Duck who made a clashing type of entrance by ramming his body into Mouth's, causing the ram to fall head first and Darkwing himself to stand on the table with his cape flapping from the wind created by the retreating helicopter. He struck the dramatic poise of his dark bluish-purple Kevlar cape covering the majority of his suit: a light purple trench coat with four gold buttons and a turquoise scarf that looked almost rumpled. His black floppy hat and light mauve mask seemed as dramatic as one of own entry lines.

"I am the bulldozer that bulldozes illegal establishments!"

He threw a left backhand at the sneaky Hammerhead coming from behind.

"I have the senses of a ninja and a bat combined!"

He trusted a left jab at Hoof before he could take action, leaving Taurus, Tantalus and Clovis by themselves. Taurus ran for the door with the briefcase in his left hand, while Darkwing's arms scooped Clovis into the classical romantic position that seemed to equilibrate with his campy tone.

"I am the Cassanova who rescues innocent women from their diabolical male employers!"

But Clovis did not take this as personal remark. Her face scrunched into an affronted mug of vexation with the fact that her loyalty, as a professional female, remained true to Taurus Bulba, so she threw her right knee at Darkwing's chest and slapped the left side of his beak with her right hand before hammering his head with her purse and ran off to join Taurus.

"With some exceptions."

Darkwing fell to the floor face first as he said this, giving him a speedy three seconds of recovery before Tantalus swooped down upon him and his hands gripped on his wings.

"I...am...Darkwing Duck!"

He climaxed the last four words by finding the inner strength that came deep from beneath his biceps, cracking the joints that held the humerus bones in the wings together that sparked a sharp pain to Tantalus' body. It surged into his throat and caused him to scream bloody murder with a loud "CAWWWKKK!"

After the bird collapsed from his broken wings, Darkwing dusted himself off with the intent on hunting Taurus and Clovis down.

If I were a bull, where would I hide.

He looked left and right as he thought to himself before his eyes focused on the door leading to the antechamber of the office. In front of it were three elevators, and Darkwing concluded that Taurus and Clovis had taken one of them. Unsure as to which one, he made his own way down via the emergency stairs. Twenty six flights of stairs seemed like a task for Darkwing's speed, but not unless he decided to take the faster way by sliding down the bannister.

By the time he got there, Taurus and Clovis were making their way to their car, and just as Taurus' right hoof had made contact with the door to the driver's seat, he felt a tinge of moist coming towards his tail which into smoke. Turning around, his immediate assumption was Darkwing Duck who disappeared from view and was replaced by a flock of bats screeching their way through Clovis' hair. She screamed as two of them tried to sink their fangs into both of her ears, one bat on the left the second one on the right. Overwhelmed by this, she ran forth towards the exit and out into the street.

At the sound of a throaty voice, the bull looked over his right shoulder.

"Tell me, Taurus Bulba, do you ever dance with the angel of death by the pale moonlight?"

The figure stepped out of the clouds to reveal a Dickensian figure of sour green skin, black fingernails and white hair dressed in a top hat and overcoat with a suit made to match the archetypical features of a miser or an undertaker. He slowly stepped towards Taurus, giving goosebumps to his skin as he gazed into the face of true fear. The figure also had a red right eye that was as powerful as blood or a ruby recut into the shape of a spherical ball of lust.

"Who are you?" the bull asked.

"I am Moloculo Macawber, and I want you."

That was all the duck said and he raised his right hand in relation of striking Taurus' head.

"Hey! I am the true master of psychological warfare!"

Darkwing's somewhat unneeded outburst was all Taurus needed to his escape in his car. He turned the key in his right hoof almost immediately after throwing the briefcase in the passenger seat. His eyes were locked onto the duck known as Moloculo as his right foot hit the gas pedal and brought the car to thirty miles per hour. His intentions were directly meant to run the grotesque duck over.

"I've got you now, you son of a b-"

But it was unfortunate for him that Moloculo chose the exact moment to jump, pushing his fists into the windshield and shattering the glass with the strength that contrasted with his thin appearance. Taurus shielded his eyes from the pieces that tried to blind him. The open, crooked green hands aiming for his throat told Taurus that the stranger was trying to choke the life out of him. Quickly, he turned the wheel over to the right, throwing the decrepit duck off the hood.

Smiling to himself in a selfish way, Taurus would have gotten away with it—if it hadn't been for the residential grocery store in front of him on his way out of the lot. Not seeing it until after throwing Moloculo off the car, his left foot slammed on the brakes and the vehicle crashed into the window. Glass exploded and shards skittered across the linoleum, the three animals inside ran to the walls and ducked for cover. Oranges and lemons fell from the stands with six apples plodding their way to the pavement from the slightly loosened framework of the wooden boxes. Pedestrians from nearby came to see what had happened and the owner of the store, a male pig in a cherry-red sweater vest, placed a note of outrage which read "UOM $76!" in a violent cursive on the right windshield wiper of the car.

Taurus wasn't seriously injured, but the whiplash he suffered from the impact had immediately put his neck in a brace as soon he was loaded into an ambulance on a stretcher. The paramedics closed the ambulance doors and all Darkwing could do was watch as it whisked Taurus to the general hospital, then he left with a flap of his cape.

Sora, Donald and Goofy, standing from the left side of the street on the sidewalk, observed the commotion.

"Now there's something new," Sora added out of blue.

Back in the lot, Darkwing turned back at the fleeting Moloculo, who was heading towards the exit on the other side.

Could I have a new rival on my hands?

He rushed over, testing the speed of his own legs as he turned to the corner on the right hand side. There was nothing more than a circulating line of smoke to indicate where Moloculo had disappeared to.

"Nobody steals my thunder and gets away with it," Darkwing muttered. His use of smoke bombs as an escape attempt were a trademark of his that proved useless in the field of teleportation…unless this Moloculo character was indeed a practitioner of dark magic and wizardry.

Now that he was on solid ground without the Ratcatcher, he aimed the grappling gun in his left hand toward the top of the parking lot and flew his way to the top. Sora watched him from below, adding to his previous remark.

"Now that's impressive."

Several more shots of the grappling gun took him back to his hideout in the Audubon Bay Bridge. Entering through the underwater entrance, up the elevator (which took him about a minute to get all the way to the top) and right in the middle of the room where the Ratcatcher would be parked, he was greeted by the muscular, red haired Launchpad McQuack, his number one fan and sidekick to Darkwing's coalition of allies called the "Justice Ducks".

Launchpad, often seen with maroon goggles, helmet, coat, cream scarf, tan knickerbockers, brown belt and auburn boots, was a well-known aviator who was a very fond friend in Donald Duck's family. He was somewhat dim-witted despite his repertoire of aviation and technical details in engineering and it was because of this that he had a habit of crash-landing his planes in almost every tangible location. But not even his maladroit actions could stop him from becoming the second best pilot in Zootopia after Baloo von Bruinwald XIII of Cape Suzette.

"How was your day, D.W.?" he asked unflappably.

Darkwing removed his hat, placing it on the top of a nearby coat rack.

"Lousy, some guy named Moloculo tried to steal my thunder and now he's put Taurus Bulba in the hospital."

"Well, it's about time!" said the voice of Gosalyn from nearby. "That bastard deserved a lot more pain that what he got the last time we faced him."

Gosalyn was looking on her laptop for a list of melee attacks and movements, defense mechanisms that would prove useful to her in future missions with the Justice Ducks.

"What's she doing here at this hour?" Darkwing asked Launchpad, aiming his left thumb at her.

"She told me she wanted to have dinner in the tower as part of the anniversary when you adopted her," the pilot explained.

Darkwing shook his head and went over to his daughter.

"No, thanks, I just picked up a tomato sandwich on my way to the casino."

He sat down on the purple couch next to Gosalyn, watching the training video of two hogs practicing the basic combos that ended with some hilarious results. The hog on the left tried to perform the hakdari seogi stance and his right leg which was hanging above the ground struck his opponent in the groin and sent him flying into the air by two feet. This was followed by an outtake of the hog on the right sideswiping his left leg under the foot of his opponent, who did not dare try to move until it was too late. Darkwing had little concern for taekwondo, especially in his field of self-defense like his gadgets or the simple clouts of a heavyweight champion.

"That's a bunch of rot compared to my moves," Darkwing boasted.

But at times, there were some moments where his adoptive daughter acted as the voice of reason for his conscience.

"You might learn it sometime later in life," was all she said.

But his reply was blunt.

"By then, I'll probably be retired."

He was silent for three seconds before another thought crossed his mind.

"By the way, I did your laundry."

"Thanks, Dad."

Gosalyn's eyes were still locked on the laptop, trying to concentrate the movements of the stances without so much as a dare of trying to do itself. She wanted the video engraved in her head before trying it herself.

"If you like karate so much, Gosalyn," Darkwing went on. "Why not I hire you a tutor?"

"You and Launchpad are all the tutors I need," Gosalyn replied.

Darkwing smiled and settled down at his table, removing his mask to resume the identity of Drake Mallard once more. As much as he wanted a bigger dinner, his mind was focused on the mystic who tried to kill Taurus Bulba and got away with the attempt. Perhaps tomorrow would prove better results.