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
The Duckburg Mallards are the greatest baseball team in the whole world!
Yeah!
Too bad they lost.
Are you sure you brought your lucky dime, Uncle Scrooge?
Aye. But it looks like it's only lucky for me. Heh-heh-heh.
You must help me! There is a man after me! A bad, bad man!
- What does he want? - This.
- Is that gold? - Much more valuable than gold.
It sees the future.
Oh, well, uh, uh...
He's coming! Take it.
But I don't think...
Now, listen carefully. You may look into the mirror.
You may make funny faces in the mirror.
But never, never make funny faces and say:
"Mirror, mirror made of gold, show me what the future holds."
- Understand? - Mm-hmm.
Ciao, baby.
I finally caught up with you. Now you're gonna get it.
Here's the pizza you ordered.
I changed my mind. I don't like pineapple and anchovies anymore.
The Gangster Guy Pizza Place don't pay me enough to put up with this.
Perfect!
With great grandma Tragica's two-way mirrors,
I can show Scrooge any phony future I choose.
Ah.
Old fool is at home.
Scrooge, darling, before I'm done, you'll believe anything,
and your lucky dime will be mine!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Ridiculous. And so were those funny faces I just made.
He must try that mirror.
Aha! Just the doofus I have been waiting for.
I am going to get him.
Smile, darling. You're on Magica's camera.
OK, boys, I am ready for you.
Go on, hurry.
Mirror, mirror made of gold, show me what the future holds.
It's Doofus, eating a chili dog.
That's what our future holds?
Hi, guys. Ready for the picnic?
Aah!
I guess not.
Uncle Scrooge! You'll never believe it!
We saw Doofus get here before he got here!
In the magic mirror.
We asked it to show us what our future holds, and there he was!
Eating a chili dog!
Wow! You don't see that every day.
Unless you're me.
Uh, you must be seeing things.
But it showed us the future. Honest.
Wow!
- Could I try it? - Sure. Here's how it works.
What? Doofus, you doofus!
Launchpad McQuack. Ha-ha!
Or should I say "Launchpad McCrash"?
Hmm.
You take one plane...
add one Launchpad,
tie on some wire.
Voilà! The perfect future for Doofus!
Show me what the future holds.
It's Launchpad. He's in trouble.
He's gonna crash!
Right down the chimney!
Now to be making sure this little trip down chimney is really in his future...
Yeow!
Sorry to drop in on you like this.
I don't believe it.
Well, what goes up must come down, Mr. McD.
We saw you crash before you crashed! This mirror can tell the future.
Hmm.
I wonder what the future holds for my money.
Mirror, mirror made of gold...
Ah!
The moment I am waiting for.
First, rock salt diamonds...
Tell me what the future holds.
Ah!
My sparkling diamond mines in Nosen Beak.
Would you look at that. An eclipse of the sun!
An earthquake!
Your diamond mines will be wiped out.
Yeah, but not until there's an eclipse of the sun.
How often do you see one of those?
The Junior Woodchucks Guidebook says there won't be an eclipse until...
tomorrow afternoon.
Whew. That was close.
Tomorrow afternoon?
I've got to warn them! Do you have another plane?
- Sure, I always keep a few spares around. - Let's get to it fast.
And I must be getting there even faster.
Hey, you coming to the picnic?
No time. I've got my future to worry about.
Launchpad, there are no wings.
Well, that explains why we're not off the ground yet.
Now what do I do?
Why don't you ask that magic mirror of yours?
Good idea!
Ahem-ahem.
Mirror, mirror made of gold, show me what the future holds.
There's the mysterious woman.
A wise decision.
Giving me your lucky dime is the only way to save your diamond mines.
My lucky dime. The first dime I ever made.
I'm going to miss you.
I don't see 'em yet. They oughta be flying over any minute.
Hey!
There's Uncle Scrooge and that mysterious lady.
Whoa!
There's something very weird going on out there.
Let's check it out.
It's only a matter of time before Scrooge is giving me lucky dime!
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
It's Magica De Spell. She's the mystery lady.
And she's got another mirror in there.
It's Launchpad and his plane!
And here's Uncle Scrooge's diamond mine.
And here's Doofus coming to visit.
I think three can play this game.
We meet again, you handsome duck.
Here. My lucky dime. Take it, please, so my diamond mines will be safe.
Why don't you check the mirror again, just to be sure you're sure?
S-s-sure.
Uh, I-I-I, uh...
Mirror, mirror made of gold, show me what the future holds.
Why, there's McDuck Mansion. Sort of.
And me! Uh, kind of.
Give me zee lucky dime, Uncle Scrooge.
I'll save you, Uncle Scrooge! Argh!
What's going on here?
A sneaky con game.
Starring Magica De Spell!
Meddling imps!
Hmph! She sure left in a hurry.
Ugh!
Someday that lucky dime will be mine!
Well, kids, you helped me out of jam this time.
Yeah. Magica had us all fooled with that magic-mirror trick.
In the future, I promise not to worry so much about the future.
You're sure you don't vant to know your future?
I vill tell you vhat I see.
I see all of us partying at the Duckburg free picnic.
Now, that's a future worth looking into.
Yeah! Let's go!
Off we go! Baseball!
Who's got the spirit? Who's got the luck?
Who's gonna stop 'em? The Junior Woodchucks!
Yay!
Let's get 'em!
Yeah, let's go get 'em. We're gonna win this game!
Oh, boy. Let's get 'em. I'm so excited. I love it.
Oh, boy! Yeah!
Boys, what's all this commotion in motion?
Today's the big game! The Little League Championship game
between the Junior Woodchucks and the Beagle Brats!
Yeah! Come on, Coach, let's go!
I can't break their little hearts, Mr. McD. You do it.
What's he talking about, Uncle Scrooge?
I must leave immediately for Europe.
Launchpad is the only pilot available or, believe me, I'd use somebody else.
It's against the rules to play without a coach, Uncle Scrooge.
- Take care of it, will you, Duckworth? - Oh, very good, sir.
Uh... sir?
Surely you don't mean me coach baseball? Why, it isn't cricket, sir.
I know, but you'll work it out. I have complete faith in you.
- Don't worry, Duckworth. - Yeah, we got a great team.
Ah, it's gonna be fun, Duckworth!
All you gotta worry about is where you're gonna get a uniform.
A good washing did wonders for my old uniform. Wouldn't you say... ahem... team?
Well, maybe a little less starch would have...
- What do we do first? - We gotta warm up.
The Beagle Brats are just finishing their warmup.
All right! Let's moidelrize them!
My word. Such language.
Now it's our turn.
- Let's tear 'em apart! - Let's turn them into hamburger!
Let's make the little creeps cry for their mommies!
Oh, I say, this team needs instruction in mannerly conduct.
A proper coach must have a proper team.
When I heard the Woodchucks had a new coach, I was worried.
But this guy looks even dumber than Launchpad McJerk.
Yeah. We won't even have to cheat.
Not cheat? You're Beagles.
Why, cheating is a... a family tradition.
Play ball!
Batter up!
Stee-rike one!
Stee-rike two!
You're out!
- All right! - Way to go!
You Beagle Brats all know the team motto: Nice guys finish last.
Now, get out there and prove it.
As for you, young lady,
proper little girls don't climb fences like little monkeys.
So, while Master Dewey is attempting to strike the ball,
the rest of you will pay attention to my instructions on proper behavior.
Run, Dewey! Run!
Slide, Dewey, slide!
Oh, Master Dewey, that just won't do. Oh, look. You've soiled your uniform.
Duckworth, what are you doing?
You're out!
Look! Louie is gonna steal second base.
Steal? Louie? Oh!
Now, see here, young man, there will be no stealing on this team.
- Return to first base immediately. - But, Duckworth...
No back talk. Now go!
You're out!
We are in big trouble!
Go, boys! Go!
Stee-rike three!
You're out!
- We're wiping them out! - Yeah!
But to be on the safe side, you better use the old Beagle ball the rest of the game.
You got it, Coach.
You're out!
Strike one! Two, three! You're out!
I say, this isn't cricket.
No, it isn't cricket! It's baseball, Duckworth!
- Baseball! - He's right, Mr. Duckworth.
In baseball, you're supposed to steal and slide in the dirt. That's why it's fun.
I say, I've been looking at this all wrong, haven't I?
We need to play this game more like...
golf!
Golf?
Indeed. I'll show you what I mean when it's our turn to bat again.
First, we mustn't allow them to tally any more points.
So get out there and, uh... and, uh...
give the little rotters what for.
- But, Duckworth... - Coach Duckworth.
Aah.
Coach Duckworth, I don't think this golf idea of yours is gonna work.
- Yeah, I don't think so, either. - Yeah.
Now, children, I am your coach,
and at this point, I'd say you have no alternative.
Now, remember how I showed you to stand, Master Huey.
Eye on the ball and follow through.
There's a good lad.
A home run, and we win the game!
Who... who... who's at the bat?
I'm sorry to say me, Coach.
Oh, no!
Come on! You can do it, Doofus!
Yeah! You gotta!
Stee-rike one!
Stee-rike two!
My glasses!
Here. I'll get 'em for ya.
Oops.
Oh, no.
Now there's no chance of him hitting it. He can barely see the ball with his glasses.
Hmm.
Master Doofus! Pretend the ball is a great, gooey cream puff!
Mm.
Oh, what a keen idea. Ooh.
How about that? First error we made all day.
Now, Mr. McD, here we are - Europe, safe and sound.
I wonder how the Woodchucks are doing in their championship game.
Ohh.
Launchpad!
Uh, gee.
They sure look a funny-looking baseball in Europe.
Ohh.