"Shhh, Launchpad!" Hissed Darkwing Duck, casting a quick glance at his sidekick-slash-pilot. "Does the word 'stakeout' mean anything to you?" He paused, looking down at the tan baggy. "What's that?"

"Um . . . It was a movie with Richard Duckfuss and Emilio Egretves?" Replied Launchpad, still preoccupied with the former question.

Darkwing turned his attention back to his Infrapink binoculars. "No, 'stakeout'! As in a discreet act of surveillance? Which means: You. Need. To. Be. Qui-et!" He adjusted the high-tech gadget in his hands. "Just across the street is the deluxe penthouse suite of The Billmoor Hotel; secret meeting place for my arch-nemesis Negaduck!"

"Woah-ho-ho!" Launchpad chuckled. "You'd never be able to afford one of those rooms on a hero's salary, eh D.W.? The Fearsome Five sure must have a niiice budget!"

"They also seem to be a few members short today, Launchpad!" Darkwing noted thoughtfully. "There's Dr. Reginald Bushroot, alias Bushroot . . . Real creative." He paused, smirked, then continued. "He's the most dangerous villain in St. Canard! A mad scientist-turned-plant, he might actually be able to shed his mantle of villainy if his obsession with protecting the plant world and his twisted quest for a mate didn't override his scientific genius."

Darkwing leaned forward slightly to get a better view. "Hmm, and over by the coffee pot is Bud Flood, alias The Liquidator! The most . . . er . . . the second most dangerous villain in St. Canard! A one time proprietor of Sparkling Crystal Pure FloodWater, he is now a canine made entirely out of water after a tumble into a tainted vat of . . . water."

Launchpad blinked. "You sure use that word a lot."

Ignoring Launchpad's comment, Darkwing continued his narrative. "Liquidator is now in charge of all bootlegging and distribution for the Fearsome Five syndicate."

"Hey, D.W.? I was wonderin' . . . Are you saying this for my benefit or is it sort of an internal monologue you're sayin' out loud? I mean, you have this habit of reintroducing the bad guys we tend to run into on a weekly basis. Heh, heh . . . I know who they are, I've been your sidekick for over -- "

"Shh, Launchpad!" Darkwing snapped. "And there, at the head of the table! It's my evil doppelgänger, miscreant ruler of the perverted alternate reality known as the Negaverse, and Public Enemy number two!" He added sourly, "Negaduck."

Launchpad fished into the paper bag. "Sandwich?" He held up a plastic sandwich baggy in which was presumably a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with all its guts oozing out sloppily.