He frowned, stopping to catch his breath. Even though he was the mysterious guardian of St. Canard, he couldn't keep running; it was dumbfounding that the little blonde chick could. Dumbfounding, and unnecessarily frustrating for him in his pursuit. She disappeared down an alleyway one block over. The police would never find her.

While a crime was a crime, masked vigilante Darkwing Duck felt the attention this girl was receiving was absurd. There were unsolved murders, missing children and supervillians that needed tending to and law enforcement was treating this one as though she were all three, wrapped into an attractive little curly-headed package.

But the circus got his attention and the little girl -- who couldn't have been more than ten years his adopted daughter's elder -- made Darkwing increasingly curious.

That alleyway led to a seedy part of St. Canard where "The Masked Mallard" speculated at least two of his archenemies had their hideouts. The girl was heading straight into danger.