Ducktales One Shots and Drabbles

Hell Hath No Fury A Lady Enraged

' HEY, WATCH WHERE YOU GOING, YOU FUCKING HACK!'
' SAYS THE CHICKEN WHO WEARS FLORAL SHIRTS!'
' THAT'S WEAK COMING FROM AN OBNOXIOUS GREY PARROT WHO IS OBSESSED WITH HIS MANY PHONES AND HIS GIRLFRIEND!'

Gyro and Mark Beaks' childish bickering traces all back to when Gyro was driving his motorcycle to get some packages for McDuck Enterprises, when he accidentally bumped into Mark Beaks right outside of the Waddle Office Buildings.

In all fairness, Mark Beaks just finished conversing with some of his employees in the Waddle Graphic Design Department and was on his hoverboard  doing some charts on his I Pad. And then Gyro and Mark bumped each other sideways of each other. And then they began bickering.

' YOU DO NOT - ' Mark huffed as his cheeks became puffy and red ' BRING IN MY DEAREST CISSY INTO THIS!'

' IN ALL FAIRNESS YOU FUCKING KILLED ME WHILE YOU DO YOUR PHONE SHENANIGANS!' Gyro roared.

' HA! THAT IS WEAK COMING FROM SOMEONE WHO IS STILL SINGLE IN HIS MID 30S!' Mark shrieked.

As the two grown birds continued bickering, a younger female Waddle employee decided to call Narcissa for emergencies.

At Narcissa's office in VOGUE, Narcissa was just finished with a phone call with one of her high profile clients when she received ANOTHER phone call.

' Le merde, ' Narcissa grumbled to herself as she received the phone call. Being the Chief Marketing Executive of VOGUE is no easy feat - her daily work schedule is filled with brand management on SEVERAL PLATFORMS, market research on different demographics, attend to a few interviews from several press companies here and there, and many other things.

' Bonjour, VOGUE's marketing offices?' Narcissa exhaustedly responded while sipping a cup of coffee.

' Uhm...is this Madame Swann?' the young female Waddle employee responded nervously ' This is Sylvia, and I'm calling you to inform that Mr Beaks -'

Narcissa didnt even have to hear Sylvia explaining to her what she just saw before she heard Mark and Gyro's screaming voices on the other end of the phone.

' I heard them, Madamoiselle Sylvia, ' Narcissa sighed. ' At outside of Waddle Grounds in Silverbeaks, non? Bon, I'll go have a tete a tete with Monsieur Beaks. '

When Narcissa hang up, she had the sign ' Be Back in a jiffy ' before she donned on her black coat and Veiled black beret and went to board on Mark and Narcissa's limousine to where Mark was.

Back at Silverbeaks, Mark and Gyro are on the verge of having a chicken fight before they spotted the limousine pulling up right beside them.

Narcissa's black coat matched with her shining, glittery black stiletto heels and unique lacy stockings, and the diamond jewelry she had her on her made the black she wore all the more radiant. Her hair was tied into an elegant low ponytail with short curly bangs on the front.

' What is going in here?' Narcissa asked.

Gyro stopped in his tracks. He knew right away who Narcissa is and her reputation as a descendant of the legendary Chanel Cygne and VOGUE's chief marketing executive. He shuddered when he remembered just how intimidating Narcissa can be, based on the words he heard about Mark Beaks' gorgeous girlfriend.

' Oh, baby......' Mark crooned, his features softened as he kissed Narcissa on the Beak, to which she giggled briefly ' That Gearloose nearly destroyed my software files in WaddlePhone 99!'

' In all fairness, ' Gyro grumbled, ' That hack of of a parrot wouldnt even care about smashing into my packages when his projects weren't even worth a dollar. '

Narcissa's face turned menacing. Gyro gulped and shuddered as he realized his mistake. Everyone who witnessed that screamed and backed away in an instant.

' Say. That. Again. ' Narcissa hissed in the most menacing, softest voice possible.

Gyro could only gulp fearfully in response.

' I thought so, ' Narcissa hissed ' Bumping into my boyfriend by accident is excusable. But to openly diss him?' Narcissa's sapphire blue eyes showed no signs of mercy as she continued 'Tu te moques de moi?  Eh bien, au lieu de vous excuser, vous vous disputiez comme un gamin qui n'a pas eu sa part de bonbons dans la cour de récréation!  Vous savez quoi, tout cela fait beaucoup de bruit pour rien!  J'avais une journée tellement stressante aujourd'hui et votre commentaire l'a gâchée, merci beaucoup!'

Neither Mark or Gyro fully understood the speed French Narcissa just seethingly uttered. Yet Gyro knew all too well, it is time for him to retire from the bickering. So he just mumbled some dumb excuse in Japanese, picked up the packages as fast as he could and sped off on his motorcycle.

' Damn, honey, ' Mark remarked ' Thar was harsh. ' 

He then laced his arms around her and kissed her. ' I LOOOOVVEEE IT. '

' Well, dissing you of all people was inexcusable. ' Narcissa scoffed while blushing and giggling from Mark's kiss.

' So, baby, you ready for our lunch date?' Mark crooned as he held out his hand.

Narcissa dragged him into the limousine as the chauffeur sped them off to a fine French Korean brunch place.

When Gyro entered his office, he was visibly shaken from his first interaction with Narcissa herself.

' Doctor Gearloose, sir!' Fenton exclaimed as he raced up to Gyro ' What happened?'

As Fenton and Gyro's other assistants helped organizing the packages, Gyro stammered, ' Mark Beaks' girlfriend is one terrifying force of nature. '