♪♪
♪ Sometimes some crimes
♪ Go slippin' through the cracks
♪ But these two gumshoes
♪ Are pickin' up the slack
♪ There's no case too big, no case too small
♪ When you need help, just call
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale's
♪ Rescue Rangers
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ When there's danger
♪ No, no, it never fails
♪ Once they're involved
♪ Somehow whatever's wrong gets solved
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ Rescue Rangers
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ When there's danger
♪ No, no, it never fails
♪ They'll take the clues
♪ And find the wheres and whys and whos
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ Rescue Rangers
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ When there's danger
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale ♪
(HAMMER TAPPING)
Phew.
(ZIPPER GRUNTING)
I sure wish Gadget would hurry it up so we could go on our picnic.
Ta-da!
Thanks to my new weather meter indicator,
from now on we'll always know what the weather's going to be.
Gee, Gadget, only someone as smart as you
could invent a weather thingamajiggy.
Ah, you don't need smarts to predict the weather, pallies.
All you need is old Monterey Jack's tail.
But, Monterey, how can your tail predict the weather?
Easy. First it shoots straight up,
then it does somethin' different
dependin' on what the weather's goin' to be.
Course, uh, right now it's restin'.
Oh, Monty, no one can predict the weather with his tail.
It's scientifically impossible.
Who said anything about science?
Why, my tail is as good at predictin' the weather
as a bunion on a bulldog's toe.
- Is that good? - Good?
Who am I to question a bulldog's bunions?
-(TICKING) - According to my weather meter indicator,
it's going to be a very hot day.
(PANTING)
Oh. I guess you knew that.
CHIP: Hey. Leave some place to sit, Dale.
Oh, now, there's plenty of room.
Let me carry your stuff, Gadget.
Thanks, Dale.
- (GRUNTING) - It sure is nice of you.
(GRUNTING)
I thought I'd take all my new humidity-measuring instruments
so I could test out their moisture readings.
DALE: (STRAINING) No problem, Gadget.
There's your seat, Gadget.
Gee, thanks.
Hey, where am I supposed to sit?
Back there.
There's plenty of room, remember?
MONTEREY: Batten down the hatches, mates.
Harness the huskies. Get the snowplows revved up.
Monterey, why are you dressed like that?
Protection, mate. We're goin' to be hit by a blizzard any minute.
We've got to be prepared.
But, Monty, how can it snow on a day like this?
All I know is, I was out huntin' more grub for our picnic
when me tail stood straight up
and frosted over like a snow cone.
And that means blizzard comin' down.
There's no time to waste.
We've got to get inside and weatherproof.
Phew.
Warm today, ain't it?
Well, Monterey, maybe your tail is wrong.
Wrong? My tail is never wrong.
Why, who do you think was the first
to predict the great tornado of '37?
ALL: You?
No, but it was a very close relative.
Okay, Monterey, enough kidding around. We're going.
Suit yourselves.
But take your coats so you don't freeze when you find out I was right.
Gee, sure is a shame to let all these
cheese sandwiches go to waste.
Cheese!
(LAUGHING)
Well, uh, maybe it won't start snowin' heavy till after lunch.
(BOTH GIGGLING)
Golly, it's more humid than I thought.
(SQUEAKING) Ah!
I don't understand it.
Me tail's never let me down before.
(BOTH GIGGLING)
(SCREAMING)
Hey, now, what's the big idea?
(CHUCKLING) We thought you looked a little warm.
Warm? Me? Ha!
Why, I'm as cool as a cucumber.
(ENGINE HUMMING)
GADGET: Hop in, guys.
Looks like something's up.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
How'd that bank truck get up there?
KIRBY: I guess the driver must have been
desperate for a parkin' space.
MULDOON: Yeah, and it looks like he lost the loot to boot.
Hey, Muldoon, check this out.
(SCREAMING)
It's freezin' cold.
Hey, man, what kind of crook could do that?
Did you hear that? He said he felt cold.
Well, that makes sense.
The only way the door could shatter like that
is if it were totally frozen.
Precisely, love.
And where do you think all that cold came from?
Golly, I don't know. Maybe their air conditioner broke.
Or just maybe I'm right
and there's some very cold weather wanderin' about.
Stop being such a dummy, Monterey.
How could cold weather wander around in the middle of a heat wave?
I can't tell you that, mate,
but I can tell you that I'm sick and tired of you not believin' me.
(SQUEAKING)
Golly, I guess Monty's pride is as sensitive as his tail.
Come on now, tail, I'm gettin' steamier
than a hot tamale swimmin' in salsa.
Where's this blizzard you've been dingin' about?
Now, that's more like it.
Snow!
Crikey, me tail didn't let me down after all.
I've got to show this snow to me buckoes.
The recent string of bizarre robberies
still have police completely baffled.
Yeah, that goes for us, too.
I've got it, mates.
Proof positive that it's snow right here in this...
(EXCLAIMING)
What's the big idea?
Crikey! It's gone.
You gotta believe me. This cup was filled with snow.
Sure it was. And my name is Santy Claus.
Gosh, Monty, maybe you should lie down for a while.
You could be suffering from heatstroke.
(SQUEAKING)
I'm not sufferin' from a bloomin' thing.
But since you refuse to believe me,
then I'll solve this mystery meself.
(SIGHING)
Let's see.
The first time my tail went off,
I was passin' this warehouse on my way to find some cheese.
And the second time my tail went off,
I was passin' this same warehouse on my way home.
So that can mean only one thing.
Too bad I don't know what it is.
(DOOR CREAKING)
Too-ra-loo!
Talk about your freak weather!
Lucky for me these things are still sticky.
Monterey Jack always gets his storm cloud.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GASPING)
(SCREAMING)
(THUDDING)
- (CHIRPING) - What? No 10?
Nothing in here but nothing.
Whoever's committing these robberies,
sure isn't your ordinary crook.
Too right. It's that blasted snow cloud what done it.
Golly, guys, now he's wearing skis.
That snow cloud must have somethin' to do with this warehouse.
Now I'm sure of it.
If I wasn't seein' it with me own eyes,
I wouldn't believe me, either.
MONTEREY: Professor Nimnul! I should've known.
(NIMNUL CACKLING)
This calls for a toast.
To me.
(GLASS BREAKING)
Oh, dear! How shall I ever top this incredibly devious plan?
(GIGGLING)
Using weather to commit robberies
is truly my most amazing feat of all.
(APPLAUSE ON TAPE RECORDER)
Please, please. Hold your applause. Hold your applause.
(CHUCKLING)
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
for my encore I will rob the First National Bank.
(LAUGHING)
This guy's definitely one snowflake short of a blizzard.
And since there seems to be a lack of volunteers,
that leaves only me to stop him.
Let's see, I've used a tornado to lift a bank truck,
a blizzard to blast a vault,
maybe this time I'll try a rainstorm!
(SCREAMING)
What's that?
Ow!
Why, you little germ-infested rodent!
I'll use you as target practice.
(ENGINE STARTING)
NIMNUL: And now, ladies and gentlemen,
for our electrifying conclusion.
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
He won't dare show his face around here anymore.
(EXCLAIMING)
Oh, my goodness. Rain! I need rain!
Phew.
MONTEREY: Then, after I heard his plans to rob the bank with his cloud machine,
I knew I had to stop him.
I gave him the old one-two and a couple of threes.
Before he started pitchin' lightnin' bolts at me.
If it wasn't for me quick thinkin', I'd be one crispy critter.
You sound a little fried to me already.
Now, Monty, extreme heat can cause hallucinations.
And it has been kind of hot lately.
You guys think I'm wackier than a bowl of mixed nuts.
Very well, then.
I'll just have to lead you to the scene of the crime.
DALE: Hey, he's running away with Gadget's weather thingymado.
It's workin' like a charm.
Here they come.
Huh-oh!
Me tail's tellin' me that old Nimnul's lurkin' about.
Hey, there, mates, up here.
Ooh. He might be planning something desperate.
He's gonna jump!
(SQUEAKING) MONTY!
Did we get the first down?
CHIP: Good work, Zipper.
Hold him until I get up there.
Now just relax, Monterey.
I promise to believe anything you have to say
if you promise not to jump.
Jump? Who said anything about jumpin'?
Uh-oh.
He's here.
What's that?
CHIP: But that's impossible.
Dale, Gadget, it's... it's raining inside the bank.
Oh, no, now Chip's brain is fried, too.
Or maybe not.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(LAUGHING)
Not bad for a day's catch.
I just love greenbacks.
What? More rodents?
(GROANING)
Golly, I sure am glad I always carry
a parachute in case of emergencies.
Monterey, we owe you an apology.
Uh-huh. We should've believed you.
Uh, that's okay, mates. I knew you'd come around.
Okay, Monty, move your tail to the right.
(STATIC CRACKLING)
GADGET: Oops. I meant my right.
(SIGHING) Right.
That should do it, guys.
With the help of Monty's tail,
my weather indicator is now a weather enhancer.
Neat-o, brilliant, fantrastic! Uh, what's it do?
Oh, it's really very simple.
When Monty's tail picks up a weather signal,
the enhancer will enlarge the signal,
which will then translate into
longitudinal and latitudinal data
that will be shown on the map.
And, bingo! We'll have the location of Nimnul's next robbery.
(MONTEREY SCREAMING)
You blokes waitin' for an invitation? Let's go!
(DOOR BELLS TINKLING)
Darling, how nice to see you again.
Especially since you always spend so much money.
The pleasure's mine, madame. I'm sure.
Pick up anything cold, Monterey?
No, but I think I'm gettin' warmer.
Now I'm definitely hot.
So, what can I interest you in, darling?
Perhaps an overcoat. I'm freezing.
Come on, Dale. We got to hit that burglar alarm.
(MUFFLED RINGING)
NIMNUL: What is this?
There's rodents everywhere I go, lately.
Tsk, tsk. What a mess.
Well, time to clean up.
Huh?
You again? That's it.
No more Mr. Nice Mad Scientist.
I'm going to put you into a deep freeze permanently.
(CACKLING)
Bye-bye, now.
Drive carefully.
Bye, now. Y'all come back real soon, you hear.
Always knew my hardheadedness would come in handy.
(ALL SCREAMING)
CHIP: Look out!
(CRASHING)
(ALL SIGHING)
That does it!
If we're gonna stop Nimnul, we'll have to play by his rules.
You mean cheat?
No. I mean, we're going to start fighting weather with weather.
And Monty's tail is the key.
How come Chip always gets to sit
in the front seat next to Gadget?
'Cause that's where the steerin' wheel is.
Anything happening with your tail yet, Monty?
Not a bloomin' thing.
Sorry, I take that back.
Looks like Nimnul's conjurin' one heck of a rainstorm.
Rainstorm? Golly!
Then that calls for Weather Plan B.
Look!
That's our cue. Hold on, everyone.
ALL: Rescue Rangers, away!
CHIP: He's heading for that bank!
GADGET: Seed bag ready, guys?
(ALL GRUNTING)
How's planting seeds gonna stop that cloud?
Simple. Once we seed the crystals into the cloud,
it'll rain before it hits the bank.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
What's this?
You're not supposed to rain outside.
You're supposed to rain inside the bank.
Oh, well, there's more than one way to rob a bank, you know.
He's using fog. Now what do we do?
Golly, that's one type of weather I didn't prepare for.
We'd need a blast of intense heat
to break up moisture like that.
Me tail will find us some heat
or my name ain't Monterey Jack.
And lucky for us, it is.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
Okay, everybody, calm down.
The police are here.
(LAUGHING) I just love cops on ice.
And now to freeze the vault and steal the loot.
(CACKLING)
Be right back.
(SCREAMING)
Here's your heat, Gadget, love. Three chairs, no wait.
Okay, Zipper, let her rip.
(SQUEAKING)
Hey, where'd my fog go?
No matter, I'm done.
(LAUGHING)
I love it. I love it.
And, in case you didn't hear me the first two times,
I love it!
Oh, my! There's simply too much here to carry.
Yes, that's it. I'll tote it with a tornado.
(LAUGHING)
Tornado? Golly, that calls for Plan T.
But where is it?
(SQUEAKING)
Bonzer idea, Zip.
Rain? But I wanted a tornado.
Not snow!
A tornado! A tornado!
What? What? What?
Gads! Another rodent.
Nice aim, Chipper. But now watch a real pro.
- Strike! - Uh-oh.
Duck!
Bombs away!
I'll get you little beasties if I have to destroy the whole bank.
What are we gonna do?
He's got us cornered.
You boys just get him away from that cloud contraption.
I'll take care of the rest.
Now what?
BOTH: Yeehaw!
All right, love, take her up.
Aye, aye, sir.
Your turn, mate.
Okay. Now for a little snow.
(BOTH GIGGLING)
Golly, I wonder what they're up to.
That should do it. How's it going, Dale?
DALE: Great! This is the best snowman I ever built.
Too bad they're gonna arrest him.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
We wanna go on another picnic, Monterey.
What kind of weather can we expect?
Hmm, I'd say, fair to warm with lots of sunshine.
ALL: Yippee!
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Oh, yeah, and a 10% chance of showers.
Ha!