Life is like a hurricane
Here in Duckburg
Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes
It's a duck-blur
Might solve a mystery
Or rewrite history
DuckTales, ooh-ooh
Every day, they're out there making DuckTales
Ooh-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 onto some DuckTales
Ooh-ooh
Every day, they're out there making DuckTales
Ooh-ooh
Tales of derring-do, bad and good-luck tales
Ooh-ooh
Not ponytails or cottontails no, DuckTales
Ooh-ooh
I'll see your oil wells, Glomgold, and raise you one uranium mine.
And I'll match it, McDuck.
- That deed's a forgery. I win the pot. - Prove it. Gimme.
- Mine. - Mine.
Gentlemen, please. Such behavior.
Alas, it would appear that your wealth is equal.
Oh, is more seriousness. My country's future is at stake.
All because of a bowl of fruit?
Ah, but not just any bowl of fruit.
As you know, some weeks ago, I made a very, very great discovery
here in Macaroon.
I was going down the stairs for something to eat.
Yaah!
Oof!
Beneath my palace, I found a vast cavern filled
with strange glowing plants - firefly fruit.
Only here, in the mythical caves of Macaroon,
do these unbelievable plants grow.
It uses no electricity. Lasts for years.
And it makes a lovely "light" snack.
Wow, that'll replace the light bulb.
Macaroon will be wealthy overnight.
This is only too correct, but I am the Grand Kishke, not a businessman.
That is why the only person qualified to market our fruit
is the richest man in the world.
And that's me - Scrooge McDuck.
No, I am - Flintheart Glomgold.
- Liar. - Cheapskate.
Quiet!!
Since your property is equal, I propose we weigh your money.
So, whoever's got the heaviest pile of cash...
Gets to be the sales broker for your firefly fruit?
Precisely.
- Ridiculous. - Too dangerous.
The winner will double his fortune.
I'm in!
Excellent. Bring your money here to Macaroon in ten days.
Then we will see who is richest.
Mark my words, McDuck, I'm going to win this, whatever it takes.
- And what is that supposed to mean? - It means you can kiss your cash goodbye.
Ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha-ha.
Bigtime, you gotta figure out a way to spring us outta this joint.
I've tried everything, Bouncer, but they're watching us like buzzards.
Hey, looky. A flying dairy.
That would make some hamburger.
Burger, you deadhead. That's a balloon.
Ain't it a little early for Thanksgiving?
Gas masks? Quick, put 'em on.
Uh, everyone's sound asleep. Now what?
I had to ask.
Grab hold.
There's only one person in the world who'd rescue us.
- Ma! - I'm not your mother.
Flintheart Glomgold? Why'd you free us?
I want ya to do a job for me. A heist, get it?
Sure, Mr. Glomgold. Nothing too tough for us.
Fort Knox, no problem. The Pentagon, no sweat.
- Scrooge's money bin. - No way.
What?
We've tried busting into his money bin hundreds of times,
but Scrooge's traps always stop us.
But this time, it's total war.
You provide me with the manpower,
I'll provide you with the proper equipment.
It's a deal. Let's get moo-ving.
Ach, as if I didn't have enough problems.
First, Flintheart threatens me, and now the Beagle Boys are running around free.
They'll be after your money again, Uncle Scrooge.
I know, Huey. And if I lose one single penny in the next nine days...
Flintheart will be declared the world's richest duck.
He'll get that contract to sell the Grand Kishke's fruit.
D'oh, and that will make him even richer.
Oh, no, the anti-Beagle Boy early-warning system.
- Anything? - No.
- Wait. Here come the vermin. - Yikes!
All right, listen up.
This is the moment all us Beagle Boys have been waiting for.
- Are you ready? - Ready!
In that case, fall out.
Ow! Ooh. Watch it. Hey! Ow!
- They must've called all their cousins. - We need help.
- Call the police. - No. It's my fortune. It's my fight.
Besides, today's their annual picnic.
Boom-Boom, Banzai, blast that wall.
All right!
Buckeroo, Beanball, Blitzkrieg, charge!
Bifocal, Bumpkin, go!
Do it, Babyface. Run, Butterball!
Come on, Bull's-Eye! Yeah, Bouncer!
Look up. Bull's-Eye! Bull's-Eye!
Bull's-Eye.
Hah! Heh-heh-heh.
What do you think of that, McDuck?
All right, everyone, chee-arge!
They're here!
Aw, this is too easy.
Ain't they gonna try somethin' to stop us?
Ah, that's more like it.
Burger? Burger, you still there?
I'm upstairs, not far from the vault.
All I gotta do is turn the corner, and I'm in. I, uh...
But first, I'll stop for a little snack. Ha-ha-ha.
No, Burger. No, it's a...
...trap.
I'm in a real pinch.
Now I'm really mad.
Uh-oh, here comes trouble.
I'm going to have to handle this myself. Stall him.
Heh-heh-heh. What a lukewarm reception.
Nothing stops him!
- There he is! - Ah, Scrooge's vault at last.
Look at all this loot.
Make my day.
You don't scare me, McDuck.
This armored assault suit will stop a 60-millimeter shell.
Ach, too bad. This tank uses 61-millimeter shells.
Whoa, that's one millimeter too many.
Would you drive already?
- Hooray! - Yippee!
You got rid of the Beagle Boys.
I didna get rid of them. I just slowed them down for the moment.
I need something that'll really stop them, then I can rest.
Poor Uncle Scrooge. He's been working in there for hours.
I think those Beagle boys have finally driven him nutsoid.
Knock it off. Uncle Scrooge is perfectly sane.
Yoo-hoo, laddies? I have something to show you.
Right. No mental problems here.
This is Bertha. Isn't she beautiful?
I had her stored in my warehouse.
If anybody so much as opens the door, ka-boom! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Uh, that's real swell, Uncle Scrooge.
You know, it's time you took a little nap.
Aye. Now I can sleep.
Bertha will protect every itsy-ditsy cent.
- Oops, I forgot my cane. - No, Uncle Scrooge!
Bertha!
- Hmm, did you hear somethin'? - Nah.
Now's our chance.
- What happened? - Bertha blew up.
But she took most of the damage herself. The money bin's still standing.
Uh-oh. I'm going to need more bricks.
Here we come, McDuck.
- Hold it, brat. - Gotcha.
Lemme go!
No, no, no. You can't go in there. It's mine.
You canna have my money.
What money?
That explosion must've caused a crack in the floor.
Which means all the money's fallen into the basement.
But this building doesn't have a basement.
So, all them jillions of bucks is floatin' around in some storm drain.
Come on, boys. We are goin' swimmin'. Heh-heh-heh.
- Oh, boy. - Don't you dare.
Hey!
Sorry, McDuck. Finders keepers.
I canna fit.
- But we can. - Thank goodness.
Hurry, lads. Can ya see my money?
Nope. It's all been washed downstream.
Don't worry, Uncle Scrooge. We'll find it.
We hope.
At this rate, we'll never find Uncle Scrooge's money
before the Beagle Boys do.
Yeah. What we need is a boat.
Where are we gonna find a boat down here?
There!
"Chapter 56 - How to build canoe using your Junior Woodchuck penknife."
Is this the Department of Water?
No, this is an oak countertop. What can I do for you?
I need blueprints for Duckburg's water system, or I'm ruined.
- Are you kidding? - I never kid about money.
My whole fortune's literally gone down the drain.
Hey, no offense. Sheesh, I got another set.
- Ow! - What do you mean, another set?
Some guys were just in here asking for the same thing.
Was there anything suspicious about them?
You mean other than their black masks?
The Beagle Boys!
Ooh! You're welcome.
According to these blueprints, the storm drain turns here.
- Make a left. - Right.
I meant at the corner!
- There, up ahead. - Yahoo! We found it!
Now all we gotta do is find Uncle Scrooge.
Yeah, only he's probably out looking for the money himself.
He could be anywhere.
Another turn there, a junction here. I'm all mixed up.
- Uncle Scrooge! - Uncle Scrooge!
Laddies!
We found your money, Uncle Scrooge.
You found my money?
Ptooey!
Are you sure it's all there? I canna afford to lose a single penny, do ya hear?
Yes, Uncle Scrooge, it's all here.
As long as this floodgate doesn't open, we're safe.
- Yaah! - My money!
Who did that? The Beagle Boys.
But where are they pumping my money off to?
Aha! The reservoir.
- Uh-oh, mind your front. - Whoa!
- Quick, grab that bar! - We're safe.
Yeah, but how are we ever gonna catch up to all that money now?
Scrooge's money should be in the reservoir by now.
Safe and sound and ours. Heh-heh-heh-heh!
- What's in the bag, Bigtime? - It's a surprise.
In case we run into Scrooge's little brats.
- Look, one of Uncle Scrooge's coins. - And another.
And another. I like this kind of tracking.
Great, which way do we go now?
Uh, is it true that alligators live in the sewers?
Well, according to the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook...
Aah!
Heh-heh-heh-heh. Did you see them faces on those brats?
See ya later, crocodile.
Boy, the Department of Water and Power's gonna hear from me.
Yeah. First, fluoridation, now alligators.
I'm switching to bottled water.
I don't figure. Scrooge's dough had to end up somewheres around here.
OK, youse guys.
Quit goofing around in that alligator costume.
- B-b-but, Bigtime... - We're not goofin' around.
That ain't no costume.
- Hear anything? - Nope.
I think we finally lost that walking suitcase.
- Whew, safe at last. - Aah!
Aah!
- Louie, you found the money! - Aw, it was nothin'.
Great. Then find Uncle Scrooge next.
Of course. The city pumping plant. They've got monitoring equipment.
Aha! Bless my kilts.
The money's plugged up right under this building.
All I have to do is open this...
You know what they say, McDuck, "Easy come, easy flow."
Not again.
Two can play at this aquatic game.
- That's my loot, ya big galoot. - Scoot, you old coot.
Uh-oh. Bigtime, the water pressure's too much.
I think it's time to, uh... abandon ship!
The place is going to blow.
Now, as you can see, this penthouse condominium
has absolutely scrumptious furniture, carpets and drapes.
- Oh, honey, it's perfect. - Well, princess, I don't know.
This kitchen has everything.
- We'll take it! - Sign here.
Oh, no, you don't.
- Stop! - Hold on there.
Get them before they reach the lobby.
When they hit the lobby, pull the shut-off switch.
Uncle Scrooge! Up here!
Huey, Dewey, Louie. Whoo-ee, you've got my cash!
I want to buy your penthouse, pronto.
Now wait just a darn minute. We're going to buy it.
- I'll pay double. - We'll pay triple!
- Then I'll buy the whole stupid building. - Sold.
OK, lads.
How'd he do that?
How could we have lost three cubic acres of money?
Uh, looky. The Leaning Tower of Moola.
It's all here, every last cent.
Now I can start my secret plans to ship it over to Macaroon for the weigh-in.
Scroogey!
We're comin' in, and nothin's gonna stop us. Charge!
Uh-oh. What do we do now?
I canna guard it anymore. I'm so tired.
I know! Let's cut the power to the elevator again.
Good idea.
That takes care of the elevator cut-off switch.
Let's go.
Too late. They've wrecked the controls.
They're comin'. Quick, hide the money.
Uncle Scrooge, that won't work. There's too much of it.
No. Beagle Boys. Hide money. Win contest. Pretty fruit.
- Snap out of it, Uncle Scrooge. - We need you.
Thanks, Dewey. I needed that.
- You're all right! - You bet. Now let me think a second.
That's it. I know how to save my money from the Beagle Boys.
- You do? - Yes. I'll give it to them.
Say what?
- What's the big deal? - Speed bumps?
More, more! Pour it all down.
I think we're headed for a... fall!
- Do you surrender? - Gladly.
Just take us back to jail. Please!
- Hooray! - You saved the money!
I did? Good.