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''Congratulations, Gadget. Thanks to you M.A.D.'s plans were foiled once again,'' said chief Quimby as the rest of the crew cheered for this new success, one among many now in their fight against evil.

Although this was not the first time Gadget was able to perform such a task even with the odds against him, each time was an excuse to celebrate the respite that they would enjoy, as well as the fact that Gadget didn't kill them in some sort of tragic, comical accident.

Looking around, chief Quimby moved away from the party in a rush, making sure that no one was following him. A useless precaution, but he had to make sure that nothing would annoy him while he was filling out his paperwork.

Locking the door behind him, he sat in what appeared to be a comfortable, high-reaching red chair. Searching in the drawers of the desk in front of him, he grabbed what seemed to be a gauntlet. Shining in the light, the clawed, metal digits on it could've been used as an impressive, deadly tool, used right.

Putting it on, he turned to face the wall, leaving only his equipped arm exposed to sight as a screen popped out of the desk.
''Operations have resumed, but with lowered efficiency, boss. We're working hard to solve the situation, however it'll take a while before we'll be able to return to the right productivity rate.''

Quimby started laughing, his sinister glee filling the room around him. ''It matters little; Gadget will never be able to stop my master plan and soon, he will be nothing else than a memory,'' chuckled Dr. Claw as a brand new scheme hatched in his mind...