[well, that's sure an alien. it's a good thing Darkwing's used to those, or he'd be severely distracted from the pursuit of justice and running around screaming like a little girl.

instead, he sends out a grapple from his gas gun up onto one of the bank's lighting fixtures and swings up out of the line of fire with a small "yipe", then drops a net on a couple of the goons. depending on how many of them there are, this might not lighten the load much. he calls out to Telephosphor as he's already swinging to the next light to ready another dashing move]

Nice speech, yourself. Could use a little more alliteration! But what're you gonna do with that thing, vaccinate him against smallpox?