"Cleveland." Howard sneered, and waved the gun in the air for effect. "I can see you're the deep end of your gene puddle. So let me help you out Bright Eyes. When the talking duck waves a gun at you, you and slack jaw there take a hike. Questions?" Punk number 2 steeped from behind his friend and raised his own gun~~~~ The air suddenly simmered like pavement on a hot day, and everything ground to a halt. The traffic noises stopped, the punk kids froze still.
Then there was a loud sound like Velcro being separated, and a flash of light. Whack! A black cane whacks down on punk number two's wrist, causing him to curse and drop the gun. Whack! The cane hit the punk below the belt, and he doubled over in pain. A white hand chops across his neck, and he hit the ground unconscious. The short figure turned to the other punk. "Boo!" he yelled.
The knife punk turned and ran out of the ally, leaving his friend behind. The woman seemed to be speechless, but to be fair, Howard was surprised himself. Standing in the middle of the ally was a very old duck person. He wore a black bowler hat, and patched corduroy sport coat. He looked up at the lady and scowled. "If I had saved you wearing spandex pajamas, I would at least get a thank you. If not a kiss" He grumbled. "Well? Beat feet down the street toots." He motioned for her to leave with a swing of his cane. The woman quickly left.
"Thanks for the help grandpa, but I had it under--" Whack! "---Ow!" Howard yelled as the cane smacked his head.
"You didn't have anything under control hatchling. You would have got shot dead, just like I was, playing the hero." He swiped Howard's cigar and took a few puffs on it. "Enjoy these while you can. Their outlawed in the future."
"I was enjoying...." Howard started to reply, then paused. A vague feeling of disease passed through Howard's mind. Like deja vu. Or like a bad memory. The loser had raised a gun at him then--- "Oww!" Howard yelled again as something slammed down hard on his foot.
"Don't poke that memory. This timeline is still fragile. If you remember how things were, you could reimpose the original timeline." The old duck walked towards Howard's cab, still smoking his cigar.
"Now I know you're not me. I don't care enough about physics to learn all that." Howard replied, alternately rubbing his foot and his head.
"You should bone up on your physics. It'll come in handy with the quantum caterpillar." Old Howard said as he climbed into the back of Howard's cab.
"Wait! The what now?" Howard replied, annoyed.
"Never mind junior. You shouldn't know too much about your future."
"I already know I get bald patches and liver spots. That's more then I wanted to know" Howard said as he got behind the wheel. Whack! "Oww!"