After the heated argument with Launchpad, Louie decided to cool off by helping Mark with his project. When Louie got to Waddle asking if he could help, Mark just sat him down on a chair and let him watch. Louie exchanged a look with Owlson, who seemed to be doing the same thing: sitting there being bored while Mark refused to let anyone help. Louie wished he was doing something more interesting.

As if in answer to Louie's wish, Dewey burst through the door, screaming and looking out of breath at the same time. Louie sat up, startled. "Dewey, what is it?" Dewey shook his hands, trying to portray to his brother why he was freaking out. After a strange game of charades and cries, Louie was able to make it out. "Oh! Gizmo Duck turned out to be a fraud and he put a live bomb in town that he plans to disable this afternoon at the mayor's office?" Dewey nodded rapidly, panting.

Owlson looked up from her phone an shared a confused expression with Mark. "Uh, how did you get that from that?"

"Well, when you're Dewey's brother for ten years..." Louie shrugged.

"Louie, we have to do something!" Dewey had finally gotten a hold of himself, bouncing on his knees.

"Right." Louie smacked his fist on his palm. He spun around to face the parrot. "Mark, you're an adult. What do you say we do?"

Mark was back on his project, fixing up the helmet. "Hang on a sec, kids, I'm almost done with this..." Sticking out his tongue, he tightened a bolt for the visor. "Once it's done, I'm gonna shove this right in Gearloose's dumb face, and when mine is better than his, he's gonna have to admit that I'm the better inventor!"

"Did yo hear anything Dewey just said- or acted? Gizmo Duck's been faking being a hero."

"He is? Even more reason mine is better!"

Louie rolled his eyes with a sigh. Maybe you're not an adult. Grabbing the blueprints, he compared them to Mark's suit. "I think you messed up on the size."

Mark shook his head. "Impossible. How could I-" He stopped, stepping back to see the suit in totality. He took the blueprints from Louie. "Oh shoot, I made it the wrong size." Mark began to circle the blue and white mechanism. "This won't fit me at all! It's too small! How could I make such a stupid mistake!" He smacked his hand to his forehead, a frown on his beak.

Owlson got up and came to look over the suit also. "Hey, I bet I could fit it! I could wear it!"

"That's as ridiculous as me messing up on the size." Crossing his arms, he rolled his eyes at her.

"And why's that?" Zan put her hands on her hips, glaring.

"Because you're too incompetent to man a fine piece of machinery like this."

"Excuse me!" She put a hand to her chest, offended. Jeremy's bulb turned red at Mark insulting his self appointed mother. The small robot charged Mark and attempted to bite him before remembering her didn't have teeth.

"All you ever do is mess up. Why would I trust you with something I put so much time and effort into?" Mark nudged Jeremy away with his foot.

"All I ever do is mess up? I basically make this company run! And I'm not the one with some stupid grudge because someone copied off your kindergarten homework!"

"It was more important than kindergarten homework, Zan!"

"Whatever. You're so stuck up, Mark. Haven't you ever heard of yolo?"

The helmet to Mark's suit lit up. "Password programmed: yolo."

Mark stared at it with wide eyes. "What! I didn't tell it to do that!" He let his arms sag. "No, now whenever I wanna a use it, you have to say yolo. That's so dumb!"

"You're dumb!" She stuck out her tongue at him.

Louie and Dewey stiffened, awkwardly watching the adults go back and forth. They were both too frightened to move.

"Should we..." Dewey's eyes moved towards the door.

"We'll just let ourselves out." Louie and his brother left, though the CEOs' argument could still be heard beyond the doors. "Come on, Dew, we've got a bomb to stop."

...

Standing in the crowd of people in front of the mayor's office, Dewey and Louie thought of places where the bomb could be. They didn't know much about the mayor's office, so they came up dry.

"What are we going to do if we can't stop it?" Dewey frowned.

Louie tapped a finger to his chin. "Let's just hope Gizmo Duck actually does diffuse the bomb."

The loud screech of speakers starting up drew their attention. A banner was hung overhead, reading, "Thank you, Gizmo Duck!" The mayor of Duckburg stood up front, microphone in hand. "Welcome citizens of Duckburg!" The crowd hushed with the start of the event. "We are gathered here today to congratulate our town's own hero on his noble deeds, Gizmo Duck!" The crowd cheered as Gizmo Duck rolled on stage, waving at the people. Dewey and Louie exchanged a worried glance.

"Hello, Duckburg!" Gizmo Duck took the microphone from the mayor and smiled. "It is an honor to be here! You've all been so welcoming and I've done my best to clean up your streets of crime. Thank you for awarding me the key to the city!" The audience cheered some more.

Dewey gulped, a pit falling in his stomach. The hero he had looked up to was just a fake. Actually, worse than a fake, he was actively bringing more crime into the city. As he watched the display on stage, he couldn't help but feel Gizmo Duck was staring directly at him. The duckling sunk behind his brother.

"You good, Dewey?" Louie pat Dewey on the head. Dewey nodded, trying to put on his bravest face.

Just then, the Mad Ducktor jumped onstage. Despite being dressed as a villain, Gyro looked just as nervous as he always looked. The people gasped and Gizmo Duck took up a defensive stance. "Gizmo Duck! It's time you met your demise!" Gyro put his hands on his hips menacingly.

"Halt villain! Who are you and what do you want!" Gizmo Duck narrowed his eyes at Gyro.

"I am the Mad Ducktor, and I'm here to put an end to your city saving days! I've placed a bomb somewhere here, and if you don't stop it in time, the mayor's office and everyone near it will go splat!" Gyro added a maniacal laugh just for good measure. "So what are you going to do, Gizmo Duck?"

"I bet it's under the platform if he has to reach it easily," Louie said. Dewey nodded and crept through the crowd and to the stage. Louie followed close behind. "Look for anywhere that looks like a door."

Dewey ran his hands over the wood platform, searching for any outlines or indents. Gizmo Duck was distracted with his fake speech about justice or whatever with the Mad Ducktor, so he didn't notice the boys for a while. Dewey mumbled to himself, "Come on, where is it?" Some of the people in the audience had left, scared for their lives, while others remained, watching Gizmo Duck verbally duel with the villain.

"Hey kid! Get away from there!" Gizmo Duck finally noticed him. Dewey flinched, hands shaking. After a moment, Gizmo Duck recognized him and put two and two together. "You! You were the kid in the vents!"

"Uh..." The boy in blue drawled on, hoping for some sort of escape. His beak formed a weird smile, more to reassure himself than anything else. On the inside, Dewey was panicking, causing his brain to shut down. Gizmo Duck began rolling towards him.

"Hey!" Dewey and Gizmo Duck's eyes darted to the source of the noise, Louie, who had climbed up on the platform. "Gizmo Duck has been lying to everyone! He's been paying criminals to attack so that he can get the attention when he stops them!" The crowd gasped at Louie's news.

"No, I'm your hero, remember!" Gizmo Duck began frantically trying to defend his case. "You're not really gonna believe the word of some random kid over me, are you?"

"He's a liar! He hid the bomb! And, the Mad Ducktor is just Gyro Gearloose with a wig and costume!" Louie pointed to the scientist. Gyro, who had been standing around idly while Gizmo Duck was dealing with the boys, now looked very nervous.

"Shut up, kid," Gizmo Duck mumbled to Louie.

Louie ignored him. "Is this really the guy you want to give the key to the city to? He should go to jail! Someone get security so we can stop the bomb before it's too late."

"I said shut it!"

"What do you have to say in defense, Gizmo Duck? Other than the fact that I'm a kid, you haven't given you good piece of evidence I'm lying." Louie put his hands on his hips and a he wore smug expression.

"Here's your piece of evidence, brat." Gizmo Duck raised his arm, shooting something from it at Louie.

It hit the green triplet in the leg and he winced. After close inspection, Louie realized it was a dart. "Aw, phooey." He passed out, falling off the stage.

"Louie!" Dewey jumped to his brother's rescue, catching him before he hit the pavement. Turning him over, Dewey got a better look at him. "Louie, are you alright!"

Louie rubbed his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I think so. Just... dizzy." Louie looked worse than just dizzy, but Dewey didn't argue.

"Did Gizmo Duck just shoot a kid!" someone screamed from the audience. The crowd turned on the hero.

Gizmo Duck backed up, his hands up defensively. Looking around for his partner, he realized Gyro had left in the chaos to avoid getting caught. Gizmo Duck scoffed. "Gearloose, you coward." His attention turned back to the raging crowd. "Hey, listen now, he's not dead. He just didn't know when to be quiet!"

The crowd began booing. "Gizmo Duck's no hero! He's a jerk! That kid was right!"

"Enough!" Gizmo Duck finally burst. "I protected your city and this is how you treat me!" Before he could say anything else, a loud boom erupted from behind him. He flinched. "Well, there goes the bomb."

Someone screamed as the mayor's office began to crumble. Some chunks of rumble fell near the crowd. People scrambled out of the way, but still things grew worse. A softball of concrete hit Gizmo Duck in the back, leaving an ugly dent in the suit. It began to malfunction, shooting laser, pies, and rockets, adding to the cacophony of danger.

"Come on, Louie, we've got to get out of here." Dewey got his brother to his feet. Hoisting an arm over his shoulder, Dewey helped Louie walk. Mark and a woman who looked similar to him came up to them. "Mark, you came?"

"Once Zan and I got over our argument, we realized we'd completely forgotten about you guys and the bomb. Zan is here too, somewhere. She's getting more people to safety." Strapped over his chest, Mark had a duffle bag. Mark's eyes landed on Louie. "Louie! Is he alright?"

"Did you know Launchpad is my best friend?" Louie said to Dewey.

Dewey shook his head. "No, he's not alright. Louie, you're not thinking straight."

"Oh, that's good."

"No, Louie, it's not-" Dewey gave up and sighed.

Mark took the green triplet from Dewey and handed Louie to the woman with Mark. "Here, mom, get him to safety. Come on, Dewey, we're going to stop Gizmo Duck." He smirked at his mother. "Also, might I add, I was right about how this would go wrong?"

"Marcus." She gave him a stern look. "Are you going to fix the problem or what?"

Mark shrunk under her gaze. "Right." He marched ahead, Dewey following along. "By ourselves? Shouldn't we wait until the cops get here or something?"

"The cops aren't here right now. And we need to stop him before he causes anymore damage."

Taking in a deep breath, Dewey reassured himself. Right, he could handle this. He could be brave.

...

Zan was searching for anyone who might be trapped under the falling rubble while trying not to get herself caught. She found a few people trapped by several pieces of wood and concrete. Pressing her hands against a chuck of wall, she managed to knock it over. The people thanked her and ran off. Zan took a minute to catch her breath, only to be caught off guard by a laser from the Gizmo suit. She yelped, jumping back. Rude.

"Zan!" Mark called to her, Dewey next to him. "We're going to stop the Gizmo suit. You keep up with helping people to safety."

"Do you want me to hold your bag?"

Mark looked down at his duffle bag. "I was sort of hoping to do a test run."

"Yeah,but it doesn't even fit you and you can't use it without me because of the passcode." She held out her hand for the bag.

Mark rolled his eyes after some debating. "Fine. But don't wear it." He handed it to her, looking her in the eye.She nodded. He left with Dewey at his side.

Zan looked at the bag, considering wearing the suit inside. She shook herself, returning her mind back to her job. She could always wear it later, after all this. Of course, it wouldn't be as much fun with Mark's permission, but whatever.

The majority of the people from the original crowd had left and probably called the authorities, but a few people still remained. She helped several more bystanders, getting them to their feet and out of the dust and rubble. Her arms were starting to get tired and he was running out of breath. But she persisted.

From the stage, Owlson could see the Gizmo suit spinning frantically, knocking into things and causing more destruction. If the bomb didn't destroy the mayor office, the suit definitely did. It knocked into a column, making it come plummeting forward. Following its direction with her eyes, she could see it was heading straight for Emma and Louie.

It was a split second decision. She couldn't get there in time on her own, and even if she could, there was no way she could hold up the column with only her arms. But maybe if she put on the Waddle suit... Mark would probably get on her later, calling her a mess up and telling her how stupid she was, but she would deal with that later. Right now she had to choose.

She ran in the direction of the two. She clutched tightly to the bag over her shoulder. "I am not a mess up," she said to herself. "I am not incompetent or dumb. I can do things, too." Emma caught sight of the ever encroaching shadow. She winced, preparing herself for the worst. "YOLO!" The bag broke apart, the different components of the suit splitting out. She slid in front of her friends and raised her hands above her head. The column landed.

Grunting, she raised it above her head. Emma watched her with eyes wide. "I am Waddle Bird!" She threw the column away, making a loud thud. Panting, she put her hands on her hips. The suit's white and blue plating shone brightly in the sun. She smirked, looking at her feet, which had a pair of rollerblades attached to the bottom. "Aw, he does care."

Louie squinted at her, trying to process what had just happened. He frowned. "You should've made it green. I like green."

Zan crossed her arms. "No one asked you, Louie." Emma sighed, rolling her eyes.

...

Dewey stood behind Mark, his fists clenched and ready to fight. Though, if it came down to it, he was unsure if he would fight. Mark was upfront, dogging any swings from the Gizmo suit. "Shut it down, whoever you are!"

"I'm trying!" The duck inside the suit said. "It's gone haywire, and I can't figure out how to shut it off!"

Mark lunged at the suit, pinning Gizmo Duck to the ground. Mark looked to Dewey. "I've got him down, you look for the source of the problem."

Dewey began looking over the suit, while also dodging the pies lunching from it. He finally found the dent, on the back near to where Mark was. It happened to be a panel. Dewey opened it and found a mess of wires. The task was more daunting than Dewey originally thought. He looked to Mark for answers.

"Okay, see the red wire? It was unplugged, so just plug it back in."

"Um, the majority of them are red..."

"The red one. Those other ones are crimson."

"Oh, thanks for clearing that up." Dewey was surprised at his own sarcasm. He shuffled through the wires, trying to differentiate between the colors. He finally found an unplugged wire that looked somewhat another shade if you squinted really hard. He plugged it into the hole. The suit stopped moving. They went quiet, as if waiting for something to happen.

When nothing happened Dewey cheered. "Yes! He's back in control."

"That's right kid, I'm back in control!" Gizmo Duck pushed himself up, knocking Mark and Dewey off him. He stood over them, aiming lasers at them. "You took away my city, so I'm taking away your lives."

Dewey and Mark jumped out of the way of the lasers. Mark tried to tackle him, but Gizmo Duck knocked him away. Gizmo Duck narrowed his eyes at Dewey. The boy in blue shrunk under his threatening gaze. He took several steps back, Gizmo Duck sliding forward. Dewey desperately scanned for some sort of help. He frowned, finding none.

"It's over kid." Gizmo Duck raised his laser arm again.

Dewey's feet froze to the floor, fear running through his veins. I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this! The whirring of the laser pounded in his eardrums. He couldn't hope to stop Gizmo Duck all by himself. Mark was down, Zan was busy elsewhere, and Louie wasn't able to help. What could Dewey do? He didn't know how to stand up for himself, that's what Louie did.

Dewey clenched his fists, focusing on his breathing to calm himself down. If he didn't stand up for himself now, he would die. Couldn't get any worse if he just went for it. I can do this. Let's get dangerous.

Forcing his feet from the ground, he ducked away from the laser. He looked for any sort of weakness with the suit. Darting underneath Gizmo Duck, Dewey spun the "hero" around, nearly knocking him off balance. Dewey's eyes went to the tire that held up the suit. Bingo!

"Ya know, Gizmo Duck, you're just a big bully!" He gabbed some rope that had been used to hold up the banner. He sprinted under Gizmo Duck's arm, wrapping the rope around the wheel. He tugged at the rope, struggling to pull hard enough to make Gizmo Duck trip up. Mark joined him, adding his weight to their side. "Ad you know what they say. The bigger they are, the harder they fall!"

One final tug, and Gizmo duck went tumbling off the platform. He fell ace first into the ground, his helmet rolling off. Owlson, dressed in Marks suit, came to meet them. Emma and Louie were behind her. Owlson gasped. "Fenton, my love! You're back!"

"Get back! I'll kill you!" He raised his laser arm, only for it to glitch and spark. It had been damaged in the fall. Fenton groaned.

The cops entered the scene as just the right time, ready to take him away. Several paramedics arrived to, helping anyone who had been injured in the event.

Mark ruffled Dewey's hair. "Good job, kid."

Dewey swelled with pride, beaming. "Really? That was so terrifying, I almost died!"

"Well, almost dying seems to happen a lot with your family." Mark shrugged.

Zan approached Mark, a nervous smile on her face. "Look, I know you told me not to wear the suit-"

"Zan-"

"Waddle Bird actually. Gotta keep a secret identity."

Mark sighed. "Of course."

"Anyways, I know you said not to wear the suit, but stuff was falling, and they almost got crushed, and I had to do something, and-" She gave up, letting her arms sag. "Go ahead. Tell me how I messed up and didn't listen." Instead, he caught her in a hug. She stiffened, taken by surprise. "Uh, what's happening? Is this some sort of trick?"

"Nope. Zan, you saved my mom. I don't think that's a mess up."

She smiled and accepted the hug. After a moment, they broke apart. Mark smiled at her, his face turning red. When he realized he was blushing, he looked away, clearly trying desperately to stop. Emma nudged him, a knowing smirk on her face.

"This isn't the last you've seen of me!" Fenton glared at them, the police escorting him back to their car. "I'll be back! Someday, Duckburg will be in the palm of my hand, and there will be nothing you can do to stop it!" The officer shoved him in the car, forcing him to sit. Fenton's eyes narrowed on Dewey. "And you just made it personal."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mark said, stepping over to the car door. He mocked Fenton with his hand. "Shut it, Fenton." He slammed the door shut.

...

"I said what!" Louie stared at his brother, wide eyed as they stepped inside the mansion. "I would never!"

Dewey nodded, laughing. "Yes, you did. You said Launchpad was your best friend."

"Well, if I've learned anything today, I will never take a dart for you again."

"Well, I learned to stand up for myself. Get ready to see a more wild side of Dewey Duck, because scaredy cat Dew is long gone." He put his beak up smugly. "You won't have to take a dart for me because I can stand up for myself now."

Louie raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Launchpad stepped down the stairs, and seeing they were home, a mischievous smile crossed his beak. "Well, are you two back from throwing a fit after you realized I'm superior in every way?"

Louie glared at him. "Excuse me, I-"

Dewey stopped his brother. "Please, Lou, I can handle this."

"Aw, you're gonna handle it?" Launchpad moved his hand to ruffle Dewey's hair, but the duckling grabbed his wrist.

"Actually, I saved Duckburg today, which is superior to anything you'll ever do,since you just spend the day harassing people and hoping you don't get caught. So leave us along, or I'm telling Fethry." Dewey kept his eyes locked with Launchpad.

Pulling away, Launchpad rubbed his wrist. He stared at the boys a moment longer. "Whatever." And with that he walked off.

"Ha, see?" Dewey put his hands on his hips. The boys walked up the stairs. "Totally fearless."

"Hey Dewey!" Huey popped up from around the corner, making Dewey yelp. Louie snickered.

That earned a glare from Dewey. "Hardy har har. So maybe not totally fearless."

End of episode 8! Enjoy your fluff while it lasts, because from here on out, it's gonna be angsts with a capital A! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Also thx for reading!