Darkwing: Finally, our bleary-eyed bastion of bravery and bravado heads home to his warm bed, soft pillow, blue blankie, and...
Launchpad: Oh no!
Darkwing: (Brings motorcycle to screeching halt) Where? What is it? Murder? Fire? Alien invaders?
Launchpad: I left my scarf at Hamburger Hippo's.
Darkwing: (Being sarcastic) A crisis of epic proportions.