“...Duckman?”
ducktectiveus:
“Honey, Im HOME!” Duckman announces, throwing his arms up in excitement as he races to hug his wife, having to stand on his tiptoes in order to give her a smooch on the cheek.
“Sorry that three day trip turned into a three week trip, Doll. When Corny n’ I were about to bust the creep who stole those diamonds he made a run for it! And Cornfed insisted we go after ‘im.” Duckman rolls his eyes as if that wasn’t the objective of their case. “In short, it’s been a long three weeks.”
“DUCKMAN!” Tawna beamed, lifting up her husband to her level and greeting him with a strong squeeze and a barrage of smooches.
“’Three week trip’? Geez, it felt like three days,” she joked, gently placing him down.
“Oh, my... why didn’t you go after him? They could have been my diamonds.”
