Life is like a hurricane
Here in Duckburg
Racecars, lasers, aeroplanes
It's a duck blur
You might solve a mystery
Or rewrite history
- DuckTales - Ooh, ooh, ooh
Every day they're out there making DuckTales
Ooh, 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, ooh
Every day they're out there making DuckTales
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Tales of derring-do, bad and good luck tales
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Not ponytails or cottontails
- No, DuckTales - Ooh, ooh, ooh
With my super-megawatter antenna,
I'll be able to get TV stations from around the world.
Just one more minor adjustment.
Aah!
Commander, we are receiving a high-energy transmission.
- Is it coming from the planet? - Yes, Commander.
There must be intelligent beings down there.
Maybe he can tell us where to find them.
It's a question of too much wheat, Mr. McDuck.
First we filled all our customer orders, then we filled all out storage silos
and everything else we could fill.
If you don't find a buyer quick, half the harvest will rot in the fields.
I can't stand waste!
Have the extra wheat shipped to my mansion.
I'll find a buyer for it.
Nothing's going to stand in my way.
Hello, wheat for sale.
No, I'm not buying.
I'm selling, like everybody else.
I should have stuck to chick-chicks and moo-moos.
Hey, Uncle Scrooge. We have a farm, too.
- An ant farm. - We have names for all of them.
They're just like you, Uncle Scrooge.
Work is their favorite pastime.
Hey, I know! Let's get some sugar and show Uncle Scrooge how we feed them.
- Good idea! - Yeah, let's go!
Come on!
Ahh! Anything smaller than a penny isn't worth two cents.
Hello, wheat for sale.
Mr. McDuck, I've made a monumental discovery.
Not now, Gyro! I'm up to my beak in unsold wheat!
That's why I'm calling you first.
I've been contacted by beings from another planet.
- Relatives of yours? - I'm serious, Mr. McDuck.
There's a terrible food shortage on their planet.
They want to buy all the wheat you can spare.
Buy? As in buy and sell?
Yes. Do you have a sample they can test?
My mansion is full of samples!
Good. Then that's where their scout ship will land.
I've done it!
Old McDuck, he had a farm, e-i-e-i... Ohh!
Those aliens shouldn't have any trouble seeing this.
Yes, and my Stick 'Em Up glue will keep it in place.
I'll take care of it, Gyroo. You can go practice your welcome speech.
Why, thank you, Launchpad.
This is truly going to be a wonderful day.
Yeah, not a cloud in the sky.
What do you think they look like, Uncle Scrooge?
Doesn't matter, Dewey. As long as they have mouths.
Big mouths. With big stomachs.
And big wallets, too.
Gyro says they're going to land their spaceship right in our backyard!
Aye, so they are.
Let's go help Gyro watch for them.
Good idea!
Let's see now. 14 million... carry the one...
Eh, 14 million... Oh.
Still haven't found that last ant, eh, Webby?
Poor Twitchy is lost for good, I guess.
Twitchy?
Huh?
Hey, get out of here!
Go away! Whoops!
Ohh!
14 million, carry the one. Carry the two.
Hmm, looks like a wheat beetle.
Ahh!
No puny little pest can make a fool out of me.
Let this be a lesson to you.
No, Uncle Scrooge! Ahh!
That bug might have a family.
Hey, it-it isn't a bug.
It's a tiny spaceship.
And tiny beings from outer space!
Ah, nonsense! Nothing that small could travel in space.
Brigadoon!
That wasn't the kind of reception your Mr. Gearloose promised.
Ha ha ha. Uh...
Let me welcome you to Earth by saying, "Let's talk business."
We have scanned your grain. It's perfect for our needs.
Here is the payment as promised.
Jewels! Beautiful jewels!
Ohh...
I'm afraid your jewels are just bits of dust on our planet.
I see. Hmm... Decaduck, the molecular manipulator.
Coming right up, sir. Uh, down, ma'am. Ha ha ha!
This ought to fill your requirements, Mr. McDuck.
Blow me bagpipes!
- Is it a deal, Mr. McDuck? - It's a deal!
Oh, sorry.
Decaduck, the molecular manipulator.
Yes, ma'am. Uh, sir.
If those aliens don't get here soon, I'm going to forget my speech.
Let me see. "Welcome, space travelers!"
- Farewell, earthlings! - Bye-bye!
Come back soon!
No, uh, "Welcome, space travelers, to the planet Earth!" Ha ha ha.
I can't wait to see them face-to-face.
What color! What luster! What's this?
They forgot their enlarging machine!
Yee hee!
With this wee machine, I can make my first gold nugget as big as I want -
which is pretty big.
I'm not sure this is a good idea, Uncle Scrooge.
You're absolutely right.
It's a great idea!
It worked! It worked!
Ha ha ha ha!
You have to admit, I've really done it this time!
It's hopeless, Uncle Scrooge!
You're telling me.
The Micro Ducks could fix it. Or maybe Gyro.
Ah... If only he were here.
Where is everybody?
The grain's gone, too.
Over here!
- Look down! - We're over here!
- He can't hear us! - Our voices are too small!
I missed the whole thing.
Oh, I might as well go home!
- No! - No, Gyro, come back!
He's gone.
Aw, what do we do, Uncle Scrooge?
I know. We can telephone for help.
I don't think so, Uncle Scrooge.
We couldn't even lift the receiver.
There must be a way to attract some attention.
Twitchy!
Twitch... Oh!
We were worried about you!
We certainly were.
This way, Uncle Scrooge!
I bet you're starving. Whoa!
Hurry, Uncle Scrooge, hurry!
Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa!
- Ugh! - Whoa!
I never realized how thick your rug was, Uncle Scrooge.
I knew I should have bought the cheaper one!
Uh-oh!
Almost there, lads.
Oh, no!
Our only hope is to get to Gyro's.
Uhh!
Quick! We need a life raft!
Watch those cliffs, lads.
That's it. That's it!
Obstacle ahead!
Look out, Uncle Scrooge!
Curse me kilts!
Good, lads.
We're clear and heading in the proper direction.
You know, this is kind of fun.
When you're this small, a tiny stream is an endless river.
A little puddle is a great big ocean.
- What would you call a storm drain? - Whirlpool!
It's too strong!
We're going down the drain!
Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa!
We can't tell which way we're going down here.
Rats!
That way, kids! Hurry!
Oh... She was a good little ship.
Easy does it, kids. That's it.
We're safe now.
At this rate, we should get to Gyro's about 12 years into the next century.
- We need a ride. - Ha ha ha.
How are we going to catch a ride, Webby darling?
On that.
Hang on, kids! Hang on!
- To what? - To me!
Blast my bagpipes!
Oh, no!
- Ugh! - Ugh!
Where's Webby?
Webby!
This adventure is just going to ruin my dress.
Aah!
You, uh, certainly have a beautiful web, Mr. Spider.
Ooh! Aah! Aah!
Hang on, Webby!
Hanging on is easy, Uncle Scrooge.
Letting go isn't!
Pull!
Aah!
Ah, you kids look like you need a rest.
We're lost, aren't we, Uncle Scrooge?
We can't get our bearings until we get out of the park.
I'm afraid, Uncle Scrooge!
I know, dear.
We need to catch another ride.
- Wh-what's that, Uncle Scrooge? - Popcorn.
In the park, when there's popcorn on the ground, there's pigeons!
This might be the ride we need.
Grab the other end!
All aboard Pigeon Airlines!
We're leaving the park!
Steer left, lads.
Easy, big fella.
It's all right, Webby. It's all right.
With luck, we'll reach Gyro's barn just in time for dinner.
We made it.
Now what?
Whoa! How do we get down from here?
Say, here's our way down!
I knew he wouldn't rest until he'd found us.
A little poke in the nose should get his attention.
I think I know a quicker way.
Come on, this way.
All together... pull!
Wake up, Gyro! Wake up!
- Huh? - Yeow!
Mm. Morning already.
Oh, no, Gyro, no!
No, Gyro, stop!
- Stop it, Gyro! - Stop!
Mr. McDuck!
No wonder I couldn't find you.
Don't worry, Mr. McDuck. I'm sure I can fix that alien machine
and take care of your, ha ha ha, little problem.
We've lost precious time.
Sorry, sir... uh, ma'am... but it's fixed now.
Our mother ship reports all is ready for orbit departure.
Good. I can't wait to get home.
Exactly where did you leave this molecular manipulator?
On my desk.
The broken lever is there, too.
Amazing!
It looks like a plain, ordinary pencil.
That is a plain, ordinary pencil!
The alien machine is gone!
The aliens must have come back for it.
They're probably halfway to their planet by now.
I'm gonna be a little girl forever!
A real little girl!
There, there, lassie.
Gyro will find a way to get us back to normal.
Then he can start working on himself.
Guess I'm never going to get to see an alien.
Whew! I've been stuck in the bushes for hours!
Launchpad!
Hmm... Well, I'll be.
It's the Micro Ducks from outer space!
Yay!
Ah!
There you go, Twitchy.
It'll be our little secret.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.