Post by Quiverwing Quack on Jul 6, 2011 21:04:43 GMT -8
Quiverwing Quack was poised proudly outside a pizzeria, a pepperoni pie positioned in the palm of one hand, from which she plucked a piece to plop into her mouth. Cameras rolled and blinding flashbulbs popped as the media crowded around the masked crusader outside of Platypus Pizzas. The restaurant chain had undergone a string of stickups, leaving the joints void of various pizza fixings including their personally prepared pepperoni slices, the chain’s number one ingredient. With the best seller forced off the menu and out of the ovens, the missing pepperoni profit took a toll on business. In the name of all things spicy and delicious, the young heroine Quiverwing Quack took matters into her own gloved hands.
It took skill, it took cunning, it took four days and eleven hours to topple the topping-thief, a disgruntled chef who had been fired from one of the joints weeks before, but Quiverwing recovered the stolen spread and customers were lining up outside Platypus Pizzas once again.
“Yep, yep, yep,” Quiverwing sighed smugly after escaping the media blitz. “Another criminal crushed by Quiverwing Quack! Wait’ll Darkwing finds out,” she added, mentioning her famous dad. The citizens of St Canard were unaware that the two crime fighters were actually father and daughter.
Only when she was safely inside the tower located at Audubon Bay Bridge- Darkwing Duck’s (and subsequently her) hideout- did Quiverwing cast aside the cape and gloves. After setting her archery equipment (the bow and arrow were her trademark weapons) aside, she removed her mask, fully assuming the identity of her alter ego- Gosalyn Mallard.
“I guess I better do my homework,” Gosalyn muttered begrudgingly, sitting down at a table and grabbing her backpack. Darkwing said he would impose a curfew for Quiverwing if she failed her grades and with a heavy sigh of defeat, she pulled out the first textbook.
“Social Studies. Find and review an article on current events; make sure to discuss the issue and present the author’s point of view. Do you agree or disagree and why?” The pigtailed mallard made a face. “I’d rather eat an anchovy pizza raw.”
Darkwing always had newspapers tucked away up here and it did not take Gosalyn long to find an article to review. The latest edition of the St Canard Gazette was promoting a new restaurant in town- Bueno Nacho, a hip and happening establishment with lots of cheese. The author praised its gouda goodness and declared that the Naco was the most delicious concoction of cheese and epic win since the Taco. Having just opened, Gosalyn concluded that this event was current enough, and the Naco was certainly worth investigating. It would be her palate versus the critic's and she immediately set off for an evening snack.
It took skill, it took cunning, it took four days and eleven hours to topple the topping-thief, a disgruntled chef who had been fired from one of the joints weeks before, but Quiverwing recovered the stolen spread and customers were lining up outside Platypus Pizzas once again.
“Yep, yep, yep,” Quiverwing sighed smugly after escaping the media blitz. “Another criminal crushed by Quiverwing Quack! Wait’ll Darkwing finds out,” she added, mentioning her famous dad. The citizens of St Canard were unaware that the two crime fighters were actually father and daughter.
Only when she was safely inside the tower located at Audubon Bay Bridge- Darkwing Duck’s (and subsequently her) hideout- did Quiverwing cast aside the cape and gloves. After setting her archery equipment (the bow and arrow were her trademark weapons) aside, she removed her mask, fully assuming the identity of her alter ego- Gosalyn Mallard.
“I guess I better do my homework,” Gosalyn muttered begrudgingly, sitting down at a table and grabbing her backpack. Darkwing said he would impose a curfew for Quiverwing if she failed her grades and with a heavy sigh of defeat, she pulled out the first textbook.
“Social Studies. Find and review an article on current events; make sure to discuss the issue and present the author’s point of view. Do you agree or disagree and why?” The pigtailed mallard made a face. “I’d rather eat an anchovy pizza raw.”
Darkwing always had newspapers tucked away up here and it did not take Gosalyn long to find an article to review. The latest edition of the St Canard Gazette was promoting a new restaurant in town- Bueno Nacho, a hip and happening establishment with lots of cheese. The author praised its gouda goodness and declared that the Naco was the most delicious concoction of cheese and epic win since the Taco. Having just opened, Gosalyn concluded that this event was current enough, and the Naco was certainly worth investigating. It would be her palate versus the critic's and she immediately set off for an evening snack.
