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1. Road Trip
Wherever you're headed, it's an awfully long way to go crammed into your vehicle of choice (blue station wagon, Ratcatcher sidecar, Time Top, Thunderquack, Sun Chaser, Scrooge's limo...). Don't make whoever's driving turn this thing around!

2. If It Weren't For The Weather
Is it raining? Snowing? Random sandstorm caused by some nefarious FOWL device? Whatever it is, we're not going anywhere. Better find some way to pass the time. Solitaire? Board games? Indoor extreme racquetball?!

3. When There's Trouble
Are you a villain? DO YOUR WORST HERE.

4. You Call D.W.
Are you a hero? LET'S GET DANGEROUS.

5. That Pesky Secret Identity
Come one, come all, to whatever social function requires dragging to this time: neighborhood barbecue? School play? Community food drive? Birthday party? Coffee run?

6. Your Basic D.I.D
Feel like being saved? Put yourself in peril here.

7. I Meant To Do That
The "this random hero/villain just wrecked my car/house/food truck" scenario. Oops?

8. Should Have Taken That Left Turn At Albuquerque
Another dimension? Another time? Either you're suddenly in St. Canard or Duckburg, or someone from one of the two just landed beak-first in your purvue. This ought to be interesting.

9. Wild Card
What it says on the tin!

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Not ... loooong abder you lebt ... [he lied slowly, stretching the words out as he watched Fenton bustle around the house like an overwound clockwork. it was such a complete one-eighty from the way he'd come to think of Fenton: still overbearing, but not so recklessly selfish and assuming. no, this time it wasn't that he was there, would do what he liked, and damn the torpedoes - now he was there, and he was going to Make Drake Comfortable, and damn the torpedoes.

Drake was very glad he didn't have any torpedoes. at least not at the house. he sank onto the couch]

Linen closed's on the ride of the addig sdairs. Addy blanked's fide.

[oh snap]

Just uh - dod go in my bedroom badroom, oday? I need do clean id. Fulla gerbs.

[Fenton paused a moment to parse just what 'badroom' mean... then "aaahed" and nodded.] Okay, gotcha. Won't go into your room. Be right back! [He dashed back upstairs, and returned with his arms laden with a large, fluffy quilted comforter.] Found one! This looks really nice and fluffy, Drakearoonie! This should be plenty warm! You'll feel nice and toasty with this draped around you! [He attempted to drape it around Drake's shoulders, some of it spilling over onto his lap... Drake may want to take control here, and just take the whole thing from him.]

[Once that was settled, Fenton headed back towards the kitchen.] Okay! It'll take about 10 minutes for the soup to be ready. ... Are you allergic to oregano or chili flakes? [Dashing into the kitchen, Fenton began to prepare the soup, bringing the pot of water to a boil before dumping the contents of the package in, as well as shaking in a bit of the spices, if Drake said he didn't mind them. Giving it a quick whisk, he put the lid on the pot and set the burner to simmer. Noticing the kettle already prepped nearby, Fenton poked his head back into the frontroom.] You want coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

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