Life is like a hurricane
Here in Duckburg
Racecars, 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 on to 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
This is very, very most not good for Scrooge McDuck.
How can we weigh his fortune against yours, Mr. Glomgold, if he is not here?
Ach, the poor old kilt-kicker must still be trying to get his fortune off the ocean floor.
Why don't we just declare me the winner right now?
Oh, goodness, gosh, no. Mr. McDuck still possesses one hour left.
Only then will we decide which of you is rich enough
to sell my most amazing firefly fruit.
Well, Kishke, I suppose I can wait a wee bit longer. My crates.
Say, Kishy, why don't you have a nice lie-down while I go for a little ride?
Hold your horses, hold your horses!
Horses? I'm so hungry, I can eat one.
- Business first, gold later. - Where are we?
Macaroon, you big boon. Where's Big Time?
This crummy crate of yours is too cramped, Glomgold!
Then perhaps you Beagle Boys would rather go back to that spacious jail.
Oh, no, no, no! What I meant to say was, thanks was getting us out.
That's better. Now, here's why I sprung you.
You three are gonna keep Scrooge McDuck and his fortune
away from those scales while I make nice with the Grand Kishke
- Oh, you got keys? - No, Burger!
- The Grand Kishke is the local potentate. - Potato?
If Scrooge comes by plane or boat or even a go-cart,
this little gizmo will pick up his engine noise.
So when you see a blip, smash him like a bug.
Yeah. When someone's this slow, you just gotta look up to him.
Just look up at the screen, rattle-brain.
I don't want Scrooge to get within a hundred miles of those scales.
There's Macaroon, dead ahead! Heh-heh-heh-heh.
Glomgold will never find us up here.
After all, he thinks my fortune is still sunk in the ocean.
Won't he be surprised to see the lost city of Atlantis floating over his little waffled head.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
We'll be there in no time, Mr. McD. Flying an island's a breeze.
- Right, Gyro? - Yeah. A breeze.
We'll slip in as quiet as the wind and drop my fortune right down onto the scale.
I'll win this cash contest and prove once and for all...
...Scrooge McDuck is the richest man in the world!
Think we're slowing down again, Mr. McD.
Sorry, Mr. McDuck, but I'm too pooped to pedal.
Your nephews are supposed to take over for me.
But Huey, Dewey and Louie are tending the cloud machine, Gyro.
I don't think so, Mr. D. Look! A cloud's gone up in smoke.
Aah!
Oh, no!
Without our cloud cover, Glomgold will spot us for sure!
Where are those lazy lads?
Hey, I think I found a clue.
Great. If we can find the fabled treasure of Atlantis,
it'll help Uncle Scrooge win his contest.
Yeah. And we'll get our archeology merit badges, too.
Hey! It's an ancient riddle. Listen.
"The treasure is hidden by rock and lever, so find it to fish and turn them together."
Yeah, but where do we find fish up in the sky?
Who knows? But if you keep looking, you're sure to see something.
Uh, I don't see nothin'.
Oh, just keep looking. See?
There's a chicken and there's a plate of mashed potatoes.
Oh, boy! These clouds are making me hungry.
Eating makes you hungry.
Nothing on the screen. If Scrooge don't show up, Glomgold wins the contest.
Heh-heh.
Then we steal a piece of the pie.
Ooh! You got pie, Big Time?
We're gonna steal some of Glomgold's fortune.
I'd still rather have some pie.
Hey, Burger, I think I finally see something in the clouds.
It's a ducky, right?
Nah. It looks more like an island hung with balloons.
An island?
A flying island! I'd better call Glommy.
I have a feeling Scrooge isn't gonna show, Kishy, old pal.
We are waiting nonetheless, Mr. Glomgold. We must be fair.
No, we don't.
Is that you who are beeping, sir?
Um, yes. I'll be right back.
Oh, what a relief. I thought I was beeping.
- Yes, what is it? - Thought you should know
there's a floating island headed your way.
Well, get up there and check it out, you jailbirds.
Roger wilcox. Over and under.
You must love your coat very much to talk to it.
Uh, yes, we're very close.
Hey, look at me, guys! I'm a pilot!
Swell. I'm flying with "Top Goon."
Heads up! Banditos at 3:00!
Uh, or is it two-thirty-ish? Anyway, someone's coming!
It's too late. We've been spotted.
They're Glomgold's planes.
Well, I've come too far to let him stop me now.
Back to the bicycle.
- Hey! Those are Glomgold's jets! - How did they find us?
We forgot the cloud machine!
If I only had a plane, I'd meet those buzzards beak-to-beak.
- How about this, Launchpad? - Great.
I need a plane and you need a sky captain.
Wow! A Boeing in a box! I love it!
- Isn't it a wee bit small? - Here we go into the wild blue yonder.
- Gangway, gang! - Dive!
Come on, little fella, you can do it. You can to it!
Then again, maybe not. Yeow!
Oh, I broke it.
We're back, Uncle Scrooge. Sorry about the cloud machine.
You lads deserted your post and left me exposed to my worst enemy!
We were trying to find the treasure of Atlantis for you.
Correction - you were trying to ruin me!
- But, Uncle Scrooge! - Not a word!
This contest means everything to me, and I'll not be done in by my own kin.
And I thought that someday you lads would follow in my footsteps.
Obviously, I was wrong.
This is Beagle One calling Glomgold. Come in, Glomgold.
- Oh, it is your coat calling. - Yes. Can I have a little privacy, Kishy?
Goodness gracious, yes, most certainly.
- Yes, Big Time? - It's Scrooge, all right.
And he's sneaking his money in with balloons.
- Then shoot the balloons, you moron! - Ohh!
I get your drift, Mr. Glomgold. We'll shoot 'em down, all right. Big Time out.
Oh, thank you so very much. Oh, I love that coat.
Where can I buy such an affectionate overgarment?
Kishy, old boy, you've got to get out more.
Come on, you jet jerkies. You'll never get by the ace of Atlantis.
I've got 'em running scared now.
Here we go shootin' balloonies in May, so early in the morning
Fire, boys!
Say your prayers, Scroogey.
Have a nice fall, McDuck.
Heh-heh-ha-ha-ha!
Look out!
Whoo! Boy! They sure got big flies here in Macaroon.
The balloons are shooting back at us.
- They didn't pop. The balloons didn't pop! - Steel belted.
Gyro, sometimes I'm almost tempted to give you a raise.
Why, thanks, Mr. McDuck. I think.
This is Beagle One calling Glomgold. Come in, Glomgold.
- What is it now? - We got a problem.
The balloons is unpoppable.
That sneaky tightwad. All right, if you can't shoot Scrooge down,
get some cables from the base and tow him away!
We'll haul jets, Mr. Glomgold. Heh-heh-ha-ha!
Over and out of sight.
That should take care of the bucket-headed old bird.
Oh, see and look. A flying island.
Uh, you must be seeing things, Kishy.
Of course I am seeing things. I am seeing an island floating in the sky.
No, that's just a cloud that looks like a ducky.
You'd better hurry. You left your mongoose on spin-dry.
Oh, my golly-gosh, yes. What is spin-dry?
Ha-ha! Those vultures are coming back for some more, eh?
Beat it or be beaten, you buzzards.
Whoops!
Yeow!
Boy, those guys really missed me, but not by very much.
We really did it this time.
I don't think Uncle Scrooge will ever forgive us.
Maybe we can still help. If we found that hidden treasure...
Let it go, Huey. That's how we messed up in the first place.
Yeah.
Face it - we're nothing but a bunch of blockheaded, blundering,
good-for-nothing goof-ups.
Yeah, and we blew it, too.
Yikes!
Come back and fight like a duck, you dogs.
Everybody's a comedian.
Beagle One to Beagle Squadron Blue.
Prepare for grappling run. Match altitude and trajectory speed.
- Huh? - Huh?
Just form up, youse blubber-heads!
Full throttle!
They hooked us! We gotta do something!
But what? Uncle Scrooge doesn't even want us near him.
I know. Get me one of those extra balloons.
Faster, Gyro! We're moving away from the scales.
My... legs are... about to fall off.
Don't complain. No pain, no gain.
Just... just a little more.
All right, let me tie it up.
Yah!
Wah!
That was easy. Now let's get a big rock.
Three degrees to the right. Now, just a degree higher.
- Well? - Ah, just shoot the silly thing.
Whoa!
Faster, faster, faster.
Whoa!
- That was Uncle Scrooge! - And Gyro!
Yah!
Yeow!
Wonder where those free-falling fools are up to. Better check it out.
Don't you have some kind of gadget to save us, Gyro?
No. Nope.
Ah!
Say, I've been looking for that.
- Do something, Gyro! - Say, hey, Mr. McD, what's going down?
- Us, you airhead! - Oh.
Well, I'll save ya. I'll just put this baby on autopilot.
- No, not that button! - Aah!
Gee, I never crashed a briefcase before.
- Ah, just what we need. - A blindfold?
- No, it's a handker-chute. - Gesundheit.
No, it's a compact parachute.
Gee, thanks!
Please tell me you have another one of those.
Gee, Mr. McDuck, let's see.
- Yes, yes, one left. - Only one?
Then let that rascal rip.
I can't believe Uncle Scrooge is gone.
It's all our fault.
We're all alone now.
What are we gonna do?
What Uncle Scrooge would have wanted us to do - win this contest!
Yeah!
- Guess a number between one and ten. - Hmm...
- Seven? - Sorry. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
- What a macaroni. - Yeow!
Quick! Hide! It is a deranged water buffalo.
Oh, it is Scrooge McDuck. So very, very, very nice to see you.
You snake! You cheat! You firefly-fruit-looter!
Please, gentlemen, let us not fight. Let us eat fruit.
- Is it bedtime already? - Hey, Mr. McD.
- Come out here, quick. - Oh!
I knew I saw an island! I knew it, I knew it!
My own sweet laddies came through.
But they won't know where to dump my fortune.
Grand Kishke, may I please borrow some of your firefly fruit?
- Oh, yes, of course. - Launchpad, Gyro, give me a hand.
Why are you letting McDuck have that fruit? He hasn't won the contest.
Because he said the magic word - "please."
Big Time, mayday. Stop Scrooge's nephews.
- Which way do I steer? - I don't know.
It's dark as night down there. I can't see the scale.
Wait. Something's going on. It's a glowing "X."
A little to the left, Huey.
Stop, Louie. That's it. We're all lined up.
Uh-oh.
We got company! The Beagle Boys!
Quick! Let's stuff Uncle Scrooge's money onto the scale!
- Way to go, lads! - Hey!
- They're tipping the whole island. - Yeah?
Well, two can play at that game.
Ach, no! No, no, no!
Ach, yes! Yes, yes, yes!
This oughta do it!
Whoa!
- I win! - No, I win!
Holy Nimrud, it is a tie! What are we to do?
Not so fast. Heh-heh-heh-heh!
I almost forgot - my number one dime.
I win! Ha-ha-ha! I win, I win, I win!
It's not over yet, Scroogey.
I don't like the sound of that.
Ha-ha-ha!
Well, Kishy, I'm ready to sign the contracts. Care to watch, McDuck?
You must have cheated, you old skinflint. I know I have more wealth than you!
Had more wealth, McDuck. Had.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Nuts! The only way to beat Glomgold now is to find the treasure of Atlantis.
Wait! We'll help you little rats look for it.
Aah!
- Wah! - Whoa!
Nice catch. Now, I wonder how long youse can hang on.
Look, Huey, you got the clue to the treasure right in your hand.
A fish! Then this must be the lever.
And there's the rock up there.
But how can we turn them both at the same time?
Leave that to me. Hey!
We'll tell you where the treasure is if you climb down here and get us.
Treasure? We'll be right down!
I won fair and square. Give me that fruit contract, Kishy.
Not yet, you weasel. I've still got 30 seconds left.
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
And where do you expect to get more money, Scrooge?
Pennies from heaven? Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
OK, you squirts, where's the fortune?
Right in your own backyard!
- We did it! - What the...
Whee!
Yeow!
I win! I win!
Whoo-hoo-hoo! Hee-hee-hee!
Yeow!
Lead bars! I knew you were a cheat, Flinty.
And cheaters never win firefly fruit. No, no, no.
- Hey! It's Uncle Scrooge and Gyro! - They're alive!
We're sorry we let you down, Uncle Scrooge.
Let me down? Lads, you saved the day.
Thanks to you, I'm still the richest duck in the world.
Yeah, and Glomgold's just a poor second.
Poor? Then perhaps you would be interested
in selling me that most wonderful talking coat. Yes.