- Life is like a hurricane
- Here in Duckburg
- Race cars, lasers, airplanes
- it's a duck-blur
- Might solve a mystery
- Or rewrite history
- DuckTales Ooh-woo-ooh!
- Every day they're out there making
- DuckTales Ooh-woo-ooh!
- Tales of derring-do Bad and good luck tales
- D-d-d-danger
- Watch behind you
- There's a stranger out to find you
- What to do? Just grab on to some
- DuckTales Ooh-woo-ooh!
- Every day they're out there making
- DuckTales Ooh-woo-ooh!
- Tales of derring-do Bad and good luck tales
- Ooh-woo-ooh! Not pony tales or cotton tales, no
- DuckTales Ooh-woo-ooh! -
Landing in the Bongo Congo in 5 minutes, give or take a day.
Temperature outside is hot.
Let's hope the natives aren't.
So, Mr. McD,
you think there's a giant silver statue of a buzzard hidden down there?
Aye, Launchpad.
There are too many jungle legends surrounding it for mere coincidence.
And where there's a giant silver statue, there's a giant silver mine.
Soon I'll make that mine... mine.
- You're it. - No, I'm not.
- Are too. - No, you are.
Why don't you come and get me, featherbrain?
Huey, Dewey, Louie!
I will not tolerate such behavior.
Now I think it's time I taught you a quiet game.
Aw, Mrs. Beakley, nothing quiet can be fun!
Your old nanny is about to prove you wrong, Huey.
Watch.
Start off with one, that's easy to do.
Add one more and now you've got two.
Two plus one is hard as can be.
But, oh, look quick. I'm juggling three.
Wow.
We didn't know you could juggle, Mrs. Beakley.
Can you teach us how to do it?
If I can teach a prince, I can surely teach you.
You were a nanny to a prince?
Yes. It was 20 years ago.
His name is... was Prince Greydrake.
And I'm afraid you won't be able to meet him.
Why not? Is he a king now?
No, Huey. The plane the prince was on disappeared.
She's telling her Prince Greydrake story again.
He was to be crowned king on his 25th birthday.
That would have been day after tomorrow.
Please don't cry.
You've got us now.
We'll never disappear.
We promise!
Captain speaking.
Please return to your seats.
You are about to experience another smooth McQuack landing.
McQuack, that's your last McCrash!
Are you kidding? I'm good for another 200 or 300 easy.
When I say "last" I mean "last"!
You will never fly a McDuck plane again!
Ahoy, mateys. Can I help you?
Only if you know where we can hire a guide with a boat.
I know just the fellow.
Tough as nails and he'll take you anywhere.
He can steer this river blindfolded or wrestle a hippo, same way.
OK, matey.
Where can we find this wonder guide?
You just have.
Captain Fargo's the name, and there's my boat.
- She don't look like much... - Looks like less than that.
...but it can really go when it has to.
Yeah. Straight down.
[Laughing]
Cute kids.
Just about snack size for the crocodile.
Is the jungle dangerous?
Fear ain't in Fargo's vocabulary, matey.
Just tells me where you wants to go
and I'll have you there 'fore you can say, "Keep the change."
- The silver buzzard. - The buzzard!
That's in the phantom's territory!
Phantom, you say? And just who might this jungle apparition be?
He's the guardian of the treetops.
The ghost who swings by night.
And I'm the man with the long green.
Ah...
- Got us a deal? - For the boat, yes.
For me, no!
Keep the change!
Who needs Fargo? There's nothing to this guide stuff.
Aren't you even a teensy bit concerned about the jungle phantom?
Just mumbo jumbo.
You mustn't believe everything you hear.
Cheer up, Launchpad. Watch this!
Hey, that's neat. Let me try.
I'll get the next one.
Whoops.
Whoa!
This is all your fault, Launchpad.
Do something.
Aye, aye, Mr. McD.
[Crash]
No telling how far we'd have got if this tree hadn't stopped us.
Launchpad, don't try it!
Six miles of uncrossable swamp then the Cobra River.
Good news, group.
Two more days of easy hiking, and we'll be at the silver buzzard.
Mr. McD, we've lost our boat. We've lost our gear.
We've lost our supplies.
Maybe we ought to head back.
Nonsense. Mere inconveniences.
Besides... Mmm!
...with what Mrs. Beakley can cook up, this jaunt will be like a vacation.
Thanks.
You, Launchpad and I will take turns standing watch tonight.
I'll go first.
I'm probably not going to get much sleep anyway.
What's the matter, Mrs. B?
Afraid there's a phantom out there with your name on it?
[All laughing]
Why, he might be out there lurking behind a bush this very minute.
Please. You're scaring the boys.
Mmm...
Oooh...
You never know what's out there.
No, laddie, you never do.
So when do they turn on the streetlights around here?
[Snoring]
Who turned off the sound?
[Rustling]
What was that?
Who... who's there?
Oh, please, don't be the phantom.
- [Whooshing] - [Tarzan yell]
Mrs. Beakley!
[Animal sounds]
[Snoring]
[Screaming]
Oh! How did I get here?
And where is here?
Let's see.
I was knitting, the jungle went silent,
the phantom grabbed me, I fainted,
then... The phantom!
I've got to get out of here.
Oh, my goodness.
There's nothing to it if you just don't look down.
You just had to look, didn't you, Beakley?
Boy, we're sailing along now.
[Crack]
[Screaming]
[Roaring]
Nice kitty.
- [Roars] - [Screams]
[Tarzan yell]
[Whooshing]
It's the jungle phantom.
Huh?
I have to get away from that madman.
[Tarzan yell]
[Whooshing]
Oh, not again.
Boy, you really know how to sweep a girl off her feet.
[Monkey sounds]
[Loud munching]
Guess we can scratch lively conversation
from our list of things to do.
This is terrific. Now I'm a groupie for Jungle Hunk and the Primates.
How am I ever going to get home?
Home?
What?
[Dewey] We've just got to find her, Uncle Scrooge.
She's the best nanny a kid could have.
Maybe one of those Bongo Congo tour guides can help.
Natives!
Excuse me, but did they say "natives"?
Thanks.
[Screaming]
Somebody needs to clean the pool.
All right, all right, already.
I get your point.
At this rate, Mrs. Beakley will have to rescue us.
Bed.
Table.
Table?
Well, I think we've gone over everything.
Bed.
Table.
Coco...
Coco... Co...
[making monkey sounds]
Jungle Duck, I will not tolerate such behavior.
Now, why don't we try something quiet?
Start off with one, that's easy to do.
Add one more and now you've got two.
Two plus one is hard as can be.
- But, oh, look quick. - You juggling three.
That's right.
- How did you know that? - Remember.
But that's impossible.
Other than Huey, Dewey and Louie,
the only one who knew it was Prince Greydrake.
Me!
- Me! - What?
No!
Me Greydrake.
You Mrs. Beakley?
It can't be.
Me Greydrake.
Me Greydrake!
But the plane you were on disappeared.
I supposed that might have happened.
Wait. The prince had a royal tattoo on the bottom of his foot.
I knew it.
Tattoo, Mrs. Beakley.
Prince Greydrake!
[Dewey] Maybe you could offer to buy their oil, Uncle Scrooge.
This crude is really crude, Dewey.
I'd lose money even if they gave it to me.
I haven't lived my entire life on the brink of disaster
to end up taking a high dive into low-grade.
Swan dive OK?
Did you find them?
Oh, dear.
Where could Mr. McDuck and the boys be?
Sorry, Mrs. Beakley.
Without them we won't be able to get you back home in time.
You won't be crowned king.
Jungle now my home.
And Greydrake king of jungle.
But you don't belong here, dumpling.
Please help me find my friends. Please!
Greydrake good king.
Help Mrs. Beakley.
Just the right temperature. Scalding.
Don't worry, Mr. McD. I'll do you proud.
Before I face the final curtain, I want you to do one last thing for me.
Anything, laddie. Anything.
Trade places with me.
How about if we go alphabetical?
Or maybe draw straws?
- [Yelling] - [Tarzan yell]
It's the phantom!
[Elephants charging]
- Follow. - Who are you?
Follow, follow.
- Mrs. Beakley. - Wow, he's found Mrs. Beakley.
Come on!
I've always wanted to do this.
[Attempts Tarzan yell]
Not much of a swinger, are you, laddie?
Time to catch the next vine out of town.
- [Screams] - [Hisses]
Huey, Dewey, Louie!
I thought I'd never see you again.
- Us too! - Oh, thank you, jungle...
Duck!
Shucks, old buddy. I was just starting to get into the swing of things.
Where's Uncle Scrooge?
He was right behind me.
Uncle Scrooge!
Mr. McD, that snake really took you for a spin.
- Thank goodness we're all safe. - Natives come soon. Must leave.
Wait. You're the phantom we heard about.
Actually, he happens to be...
Just the guy to tell me where the silver buzzard is.
Buzzard?
What buzzard?
You don't understand, Mr. McDuck.
- He's... - Holding out on me!
Keeping the silver mine all for himself.
- Mr. McDuck! - All right.
How about you keep the mine and I'll take the silver?
Deal?
Great!
When do we leave, partner?
I'd say as soon as possible.
- Mr. McDuck, I must insist... - You're right, lassie. Ladies first.
I think I prefer the subway.
Silver buzzard this way.
Silver buzzard.
Silver buzzard!
At last!
No. Oh, no.
My silver buzzard's a pile of junk.
Junk? I beg to differ with you, Mr. McD.
This here's a genuine 1934 Douglas DC-2
with twin nine-cylinder, radial, air-cooled engines,
packing 710 horsepower each.
- How did you know that? - Lucky guess.
- I've been robbed. - Robbed?
I'll bet it was that shifty-eyed chimp at the tree house.
Boy, no matter where you go, it's a jungle.
I'm lost.
Now, listen to me, Mr. McDuck.
You see that emblem on the plane?
The Royal House of Greydrake?
So?
See this one?
They match, big deal.
Big deal?! Why, that means this guy's...
[both] Prince Greydrake!
Greydrake, Greydrake.
Greydrake!
And if we can get him back in time for his coronation,
he'll be King Greydrake.
And that means a reward.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Let's fix this plane up and fly it out of here.
[Cheering]
Jungle Duck not leave.
But, sweetheart, if you don't go back before tomorrow,
your evil uncle will be crowned king.
Uncle loyal to Greydrake.
Listen to nanny.
- Who sent you on the nasty plane trip? - Uncle?
And who benefits the most if you never return?
Uncle?
Uncle crook!
Must get home!
Right. Boys, we're going to need some of the crude oil from that village.
Check! Let's go!
Check.
Get some buckets and go, laddies.
You too!
I just hope we finish before the natives return.
[Bubbling]
Here. How's this?
A few more minutes and we might have enough octanes to get us off the ground.
I hope we've got a few more minutes.
- [Growling] - I think I heard something.
It's just your imagination.
[Natives approaching]
We'd better hurry
'cause my imagination's gonna get here any second.
It's early. Run!
Come on, Huey!
Be right there.
How's that for a hot pool party?
The natives are coming! The natives are coming!
Everyone in the plane.
Might I see you in the cockpit, Launchpad?
Sorry, Mr. McD. Passengers aren't allowed in the cockpit.
You are not a passenger. You are a pilot!
You said I would never fly for you again.
I always say that. Now get up there.
[Engines sputtering]
- Forgotten anything, Launchpad? - No, everything's here.
You forgot a runway!
- One teensy little thing. - What wrong?
This nincompoop forgot to clear a runway.
How long you need?
About 300 feet.
- My feet or elephant feet? - Both.
[Tarzan yell]
[Elephants charging]
What's taking Launchpad and Jungle Duck so long?
- They're changing. - They'd better hurry.
They're gonna crown his uncle king any minute.
Must stop uncle.
Not in your underwear, you ain't.
Oh, dear. We've got to stall them.
How about a little entertainment?
The entertainment's not until after the coronation.
Sneak preview.
Give them a sneak preview of the dungeon.
Wait. Stop.
You can't do this.
Now let's get on with this.
I now declare myself king of all...
[Tarzan yell]
[Cheering]
[Gasps]
I duck who should be king.
Guards, take that riffraff away.
He's obviously out of his mind.
Let me go.
I have royal tattoo.
[Crowd gasps]
That's impossible.
Prince Greydrake's plane went down in the densest part of the African jungle.
How you know where crashed?
Well... uh... Lucky guess?
Not a silver mine, mind you. But not bad.
All hail King Greydrake.
[Crowd cheers]
You can take the boy out of the jungle...
But you can't teach a new king old tricks.
Why do I bother?
Thanks, Mrs. Beakley.