Howard followed the bathroom attendant outside the restroom while Star Guy gave Captain America the pitch. It was Howard's plan to calm the poor guy down. Of course he was frightened out of his wits, who wouldn't be at the sight of that big oaf? He was certain he wasn't frightened by Howard, who would be afraid of a talking duck? The scared man scampered through the kitchen area of the restaurant.

"Sir! Sir!"

Howard waddled through the kitchen, plucking food off waiting plates as he went. He didn't have time for a sit-down meal. The universe was at stake so he'd have to settle for a doggie bag.

"Who ordered the duck a l'orange?" the chef asked, holding his huge kitchen knife above Howard's head.

"WAUGH!" Howard shouted, stuffing bread and other food into his pocket as he rushed out the kitchen with the chef behind him. He crashed into the bathroom just as Star Guy was wrapping up his pitch. He leaned hard against the door to prevent the chef from getting in.

"Whatever you decide, decide fast," he said to Captain America, a dinner roll in his mouth. "I can't very well save the universe if I'm on the menu tonight."