Caverns, beneath Saint Canard, Darkwing's Earth.

Deep in the dark and gloomy caverns beneath Saint Canard, the evil Moliarity, a criminal genius, was pondering over the problem of the century:  how to completely put an end to Darkwing Duck.  "Now, let's see," said Moliarity.  "There must be some way to destroy that do-gooding, scheme-destroying Darkwing Duck!"  He looked to the right and saw a plant growing in his direction.  "I seem to have a slight weed problem."  When the plant reached him, it sprouted and released Dr. Reginald Bushroot!

            "Hey, Moliarity!" greeted Bushroot.  "How are you?"

            "Well, hello, Dr. Bushroot!" said Moliarity.  "I'm dandy as a lion.  Get it?  Heh, heh!  How's it going?"

            "Oh, pretty good," said Bushroot.  "We nabbed that plant-arresting Dimwit Dope.  I came to invite you to join our team of diabolical do-badders."

            "Great!" said Moliarity.  "I'll come.  Just let me gather a few things."  Bushroot nodded.

            Iggy (Spike)Koopa and Lemmy (Spike)Koopa appeared instantly out of a warp, and Iggy said, "You won't need to pack up. . ."

            Lemmy continued, ". . .things for where you. . ."

            Iggy continued, ". . .are going, Moliarity!"

            "The lockup!" concluded Lemmy.

            "Oh, it's you!" said Bushroot.  "Two do-gooding cousins of the evil Ludwig.  Do you two brats always stick together?"

            Iggy and Lemmy both said, "Yes!"

            "Well, then, we may find a place for you . . . on Negaduck's wall!  Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Bushroot.  "Moliarity, stop these two brats of King Spike the Benevolent, a.k.a. King Spike Koopa, who is another of the many meddling do-gooders in this universe!"

            Moliarity removed a gun from his drawer and aimed it at the two Koopalings.  "Say good-bye to elbow-room, twits!"  He blasted the two Koopalings with it.  A laser tied the two up.  A whip then whacked Moliarity's hands, and Moliarity dropped the gun.  "Ow!  Who did that?"

            "Simon Belmont, vampire-hunter!" said Simon, dropping down to Bushroot's and Moliarity's level.

            "Yeah, Simon Belmont, the only person more egotistical than Darkwing Duck, as if such a thing were possible!" said Bushroot.  "Count Dracula's told me all about you, Simon Belmont!"

            "So?  Do you believe him?" asked Simon.

            "Why shouldn't I?  He's a strict carnivore."  Bushroot raised the palms of his hands out away from his body.  Weeds grew and entrapped Simon.

            "Oh, no!" said Simon.  "Let me out of here, Bushroot!  I simply must have a look in my mirror, or I'll die!"

            "Then croak!" said Bushroot.  "Worry not, Moliarity!  I have some strongmen to take these two to Negaduck's hideout."  He put his thumb and index finger in his bill and whistled.  His three F.O.W.L. Egg-Men came up.  "Okay, Egg-Men, take these three back to Negaduck's Hideout.  Tell him of our victory.  Ha, ha, ha, ha!  You ready to go, Professor Moliarity?"

            "Yes!  Hoo, hoo!" said Moliarity, grabbing a briefcase full of malicious inventions.  "Are we going there now?"

            "Nope.  We have other business to attend to!  Ha, ha, ha!"  The Egg-Men took Simon, Lemmy, and Iggy to Negaduck's hideaway while Moliarity and Bushroot headed for a tunnel that led to the Bad Part of Town.