"Oh boy, it's so nice to hear from ya, Mr. McDee!" Launchpad said happily, but sheepishly glanced over at Drake, who was grimacing up at him. Oof, he knew that look. DW was getting kinda antsy. Launchpad really hoped DW hadn't heard what Mr. McDee had said about Drake's "manners," or his temper would surely get a whole heck of a lot worse.

"Oh, so ya need some help, ya say? Well sure, I'd do just about anythin' to help my old boss!" The money Mr. McDee offered wasn't a whole lot, but Launchpad wasn't interested in dollar signs. He was glad to have the opportunity for a nice reunion, and smiled as he thought about this. He said his goodbyes, all nice and proper, and hung up the phone, whistling a bit to himself as he did so. This sounded like it would be fun!

But then immediately he noticed Drake still glaring up at him. Uh oh.

"Well?!"