It was a rather disturbing thing, when Drake Mallard better known as Darkwing Duck, thought about it, that having a floating man with blue skin right in his face with the ability to take him to another world was not the weirdest thing he'd ever seen.

Although it was pretty high up there.

"So lemme get this straight." Darkwing began, looking right at the Genie , still a tad skeptical about the entire ordeal. "To make sure this is done perfectly right, I just have to say 'I wish I was where the world hopping killer is', and you'll send me to where he is?"

"More or less." The dijinn replied, looking amused. "Less or more." He added.

"Keen gear!" The little girl at Darkwing's side cheered, eyes glazed with ambition. "Let's go to Mars! Or maybe we can go to a place with cowboys! Or killer zombies! Or - "

"You're not going." Her father interrupted, putting a finger to her bill. "May I remind you, you're staying here with Launchpad?" Who, the entire time, was trying to play paddleball, and continued to lose.

Gosalyn Mallard frowned, and crossed her arms. "That's not fair! You never take me anywhere on your cool missions!"

"This is NOT a COOL MISSION!" Darkwing snapped, glaring down at Gosalyn. Genie, meanwhile, was watching Launchpad's losing game with fascination. "I'm going face to face with a mass murder! It's going to be dangerous!"

"That's what makes it fun!"

"No means no, young lady!"

"FINE!" She screamed, stamping an impatient foot on the ground. "I hate you! You never let me come along! I wish you were gone and never came back!"

The hero's eyes widened, but before he could make any real reaction to that statement, the distract deity lifted one finger, and from that digit, a blue spark! Then, a puff of blue smoke, that made the fowls cough in confusion....when the fog cleared, the purple avenger was no where in sight.

"Hey, where did DW go?" Launchpad asked, pausing his losing streak. An awkward silence followed, until the two birds looked over at the rather embarrassed blue man.

The pilot tilted his head. "So he's where that killer is?"

"...Nooooooot exactly..."

Gos and LP exchanged a look, and then looked back. Gos spoke, growing nervous. "Well...where is he?"

"...." Nervous laughter reigned for a moment. "Unfortunately...you just said 'gone'. You didn't say where. So..."

"You have no idea, do you."

"Not a one."

"..............................WELL THEN PUT HIM BACK!" Gosalyn snapped, her anger at her father evaporating due to anger at the omnipotent.

Genie sucked in his lower lip, nearly putting his whole chin in his mouth. It took him a moment to respond. "Sorry, kid...part of the wish was that he never came back. I don't think I can bring him back for a bit!"

"How long's a bit?" LP asked, his fingers getting twisted in his paddleball string.

"..........."

Gos smacked a hand to her forehead. "What kind of Genie are you?!"

The daughter continued to yell at the Genie, and the sidekick continued to try and get his hands out of his knotted mess, unaware of the fly on the wall. Perhaps normally this wouldn't really be such a big deal, but then why continue reading on about it? Because you, smart reader, have a good inkling that this is no mere fly...

And, you are quite right.

For this conversation from the fake fly, all the way to a seedy part of St. Canard, where a devious duck was grinning in delight as the new prospect was developing.

So, dear reader, if you have made another guess, this time assuming this can't be good news...don't you wish you weren't so smart?

((OOC: Background info here. Part One here. ))