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 | | The sky was a slightly-cloudy blue, the traffic was bustling, the water in the bay was glistening, and the line at the bank was looooooooong. |
 | | Drake and Fenton both struck nearly identical heroic poses while declaring, "This looks like a job for..." They trailed off, and looked at each other, one sounding like the echo of the other. |
 | | The only person who calls me that is..." Gizmoduck took off his helmet, crying out, "It's me!" as Darkwing wailed, "Fenton Crackshell?!" As Fenton and Darkwing got reacquainted and began immediately insulting each other's crimefighting abilities, Quiverwing and Webbigail promptly ignored the background gibber of their mentors and did a little catching up themselves. |
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