Ducky Park

"I guess I can be one of the Happy Duck characters," you tell your uncle.

"Great," He says, "Let me take you to the costume closet and see what's there."

You follow your uncle as he leads you past the food stands and the picnic area and into a gift shop. He smiles and waves at the young woman working the register and you follow him into a back room which reads "EMPLOYEES ONLY".

The back room is actually an expansive room full of computers, monitors, and desks. He leads you to into a much smaller room through a door on the far wall. In the room is a bench and a few abnormally large lockers that are wide open. There are only two costumes there, a fish and a dog.

"You're Frank or Dastardly," Your uncle slaps you on the back; "Take your pick and put it on. See you out there, Ricky."

Your uncle leaves you in there while you consider the options before you. The fish is grey with a few shiny silver scales. You conjure memories of Happy Duck's best friend; Frank the Fish.

At least in the mask no one will have to see how hideously ugly I am, you think to yourself.

Happy duck once rescued Frank the Fish from the clutches of a fisherman's hook. Ever since then he has been a close companion to Happy Duck. They stick with each other through thick and thin. Frank has been rescued from the hooks a few times since then by Happy Duck, he just can't resist worms on a hook; and Happy has been rescued by Frank from the jaws of Dastardly Dog. No one's ever been sure about what kind of fish Frank is, but everyone agrees that there are no friends as tried and true as Happy Duck and Frank the Fish.

Dastardly Dog on the other hand... You look into the locker where the brown furry costume hangs and remember Dastardly Dog. He was always an enemy to Happy, always chasing the duck and howling for the man with the gun when Happy tried to fly away. Dastardly one launched a malicious plan to hide beneath the surface of the water in the guise of a lily pad, but was thwarted by Frank the Fish before his master plan could be executed. All in all, he was a very mean dog. Dastard the bastard, your father used to call him and then laugh hysterically before drinking more beer. Your teachers at school didn't think it was so funny when you repeated it.

You pull yourself from your revelry and try to come to a decision. The fish or the dog? Friend or foe? Frank or Dastardly? Which one?