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♪ 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 ♪
♪ 'Cause 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 ♪
Hey, what's the big idea, Chip? I wanna go swimming.
Of course, and you will.
But we just got here and we have to set things up first.
Now, do you want to help Monty blow up the pool toys,
or do you want to help Gadget and Zipper set out the beach towels?
I want to go swimming!
Don't worry, Dale. I've scheduled time for water games.
In fact, I've scheduled everything.
GADGET: Excuse me, Chip?
Are we supposed to dust the sand dunes next,
or do we fluff the marshmallows?
I can't remember the schedule.
No, next we set out the beach towels,
then the sand dunes, then the marshmallows.
MONTEREY: You know somethin', Chipper?
When it comes to plannin', you're a pro,
but since this is our day off,
do you think we could just, uh, maybe, you know, have some fun?
Absolutely. Not a problem. I've got that figured in, too.
"Organize equipment, 10:00 to 10:30."
"Supervised group nap, 10:30 to 11:00."
"Fun, 11:00 to 11:05."
Five minutes?
You scheduled only five measly minutes for fun?
Well, we're running late here so better cut that back to four minutes.
Chip, why do you have to spoil everything
by bossing us around all the time?
Somebody has to be in charge or things don't get done.
Hey, wait a minute.
Why can't I be in charge? I never get to be the leader.
You know, Chip, it's only fair to share.
And that means being leader, too.
Oh!
GADGET: Sorry, Zipper.
What can it hurt? We're here for a good time,
and Dale's a born leader when it comes to fun.
Well, okay, Dale, you can be the leader for the day.
Hurray!
Now, you won't forget to sort the suntan lotions,
or organize the cooler, or fluff the marshmallows?
Don't worry. I won't.
And now, since I'm in charge today,
I order all of us to have more fun.
Here, Monty, these balloons make great water toys.
Zipper, you and I can play Frisbee.
All right!
And you can build a sandcastle with these, Chip.
Perfect. My own blend of sun block.
Now I can sit in the sun
for two hours, 18 minutes and 36 seconds exactly.
Ah, nature.
She treats you fair so long as you let her know who's in charge.
Darn. If I'd only spent longer on the blueprints,
I could have built something really special.
Here's one right at you.
CRAB: Why, thank you, my good fly.
Mother of pearl, what has this beach come to?
I'm reduced to scavenging for shelter.
Uh. What happened to you?
Aren't hermit crabs supposed to have a shell or something?
We all had shells, earmuff,
but when we woke up this morning, they all had disappeared,
vanished, departed.
You mean, they were gone?
Yeah, it's a good thing you're not any sharper, son,
you'd cut yourself.
Why don't you just find yourselves some new shells?
Would we be wearing garbage if there were any?
There isn't a shell left on the beach.
MONTEREY: Crikey, he's right.
I've seen a lot of beaches in my day but never one without shells.
Missing seashells, homeless hermit crabs,
this sounds like a case to me.
Case? What are you, detectives?
We're the Rescue Rangers.
We help people.
So finding our shells shouldn't be any trouble.
When can we expect to see them?
- CRABS: Yeah! Yeah! - CRAB: When are we gonna see them?
Uh, well, we'll be happy to look for them tomorrow.
See, today's our day off.
Mother of pearl, Rangers, look at us. We need shells.
Go forth and make yourselves useful.
CRAB 1: And go sideways. It's faster.
CRAB 2: One side!
What a bunch of crabs.
Why should we help them?
Especially on our day off.
Because that's what we do.
How would you feel if you lost your home?
GADGET: Yeah,
I'm sure that if we can find their missing shells,
they'd be much less crabby.
I mean, still crabs but not so crab-like.
Well, wait, still crab-like, since they are crabs after all.
Gadget, love, drop it.
Okay, Rangers, first we have to...
Hey, wait a minute, I'm the leader.
But, Dale, this is serious. We have a case.
So? I was in charge of the fun and that worked out, right?
And besides, you said I was the leader for the day.
Well, okay, Dale, you're in charge.
So what do we do now?
Okay, uh, the first thing we gotta do is, uh, find the shells.
How? There's not a sign of them anywhere.
A sign? Hey, that gives me an idea.
I know where the shells are.
Absolutely. Now, come on. Rescue Rangers, away!
DALE: I don't understand why all the missing shells aren't here.
This is a Shell station.
But, Dale, just because it has shells on its sign
doesn't mean there are shells here.
Yeah, well, how was I supposed to know that?
You know, Dale, sometimes it takes a little research
to figure something out.
Research? You mean like reading and stuff?
Right.
And I know just the place. Follow me.
Maybe you should take over this case, Chip.
But that wouldn't be fair.
We did make Dale leader for the day.
Gadget's right. And if he's going to succeed,
he's going to need all the help he can get.
Come on.
Now, this is my idea of research.
In a comic book shop?
This is my idea of a big, fat waste of time.
Hey, comic books can answer a lot of questions,
like how to save the universe from galactic invaders
and important stuff like that.
Well, I have a question, Dale.
Do any of these comic books tell how to find missin' shells?
Uh, no.
Then might it be a good idea to look somewhere else?
I was just going to say that. Follow me.
We sell seashells by the seashore.
No, Mole, we steal seashells from the seashore.
Wow, boss.
Did you know that if you put your ear to a seashell,
you can hear the ocean inside?
Of course I knew that, you idiot.
That's the whole point to my brilliant criminal master plan.
Wow, where do they put the batteries?
Shells don't use batteries.
The ocean sound they make is a mystery of nature,
like how you manage to operate without any brains.
Last one's set up, boss.
The controls are all hooked up in the cannery, whenever you're ready.
With the sound of the ocean at my command,
I'll control all the fish in the sea.
Those finny swimsters will follow the sound of the ocean's roar
and rush straight into my holding tank.
FAT CAT: I'll control the fish supply
and all the cats in the city will have to pay me handsomely
if they want any.
And now it's time for you to clean up the cannery
so I can receive my subjects properly.
It's not fair. My ideas were all good ones.
Those dumb old shells have to be somewhere.
You know, Dale, maybe it's time for me to take over.
No way! I'll see that we find those shells!
How are you going to do that if you can't even find the ocean?
Huh? Hey, how did we end up at the river?
Well, you're the leader. We were following you.
But I was following the sound of the ocean.
What was that, pally? I can't hear you.
I followed the sound of the ocean!
Oh, my gosh, it's the shells!
I found them. I found them. Yippee!
That's not all you found.
These shells didn't end up here by accident. Someone put them here.
So what? Our job was to find them and we did it.
Uh, I did it. Now, help me here.
Oh, a wise guy, eh?
Crikeys! Look at that.
Those shells are doing the shimmy.
That's because they're hooked up to a cable
coming from that old cannery.
FAT CAT: It works! It works!
I control the roar of the ocean.
Places, please! It's showtime.
Like, hey, do you hear the ocean over there?
Sure do, dude.
And if that's the ocean over there, like, where are we right now?
We're in the wrong place.
Shake fin, dudes.
It's just an empty tank for fish.
So what's this got to do with those shells?
We gotta get out of here.
Quick, follow me. We'll be safe up here.
No, Dale, not that way!
Did we get 'em all?
Looks like it.
Let's go tell the boss.
Dale! Gadget! Monterey!
Chipper, over here!
Nobody panic.
I'll think of a way out of here.
Speaking strictly from a physics standpoint,
we can't climb out.
Of course, I could be wrong about the angle of the walls
and the friction coefficient, but I don't think so.
D-Don't worry. I'll think of something.
Just give me a second.
Uh-oh.
Success!
Now, for a little peace and quiet.
Boss! Hey, boss!
Looks like we got all the fish!
Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's rude to shout?
Now, tell me, is the net in place?
I don't want any of my fish escaping.
Well? Well, answer me!
Yes, boss.
Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's rude to mumble?
For a minute, I thought this net was going to trap us.
Using it for a ladder sure was a lucky break.
Hey, it wasn't luck.
It was my leadership skills that got us out of there.
And your leadership that got us in there in the first place.
That was an accident.
That fish stampede was no accident.
But we still don't know who stole the shells.
Or what else the fiend may have up his sleeve.
Not to worry. With me in charge,
I'll crack this case in no time.
You'll crack something at least.
This cannery is far too filthy
for a feline of my fettle to receive the unwashed masses.
Make this place worthy of me. Now!
I want to greet my subjects in style.
Golly, that's Fat Cat.
I should've known that homely hairball was behind all this.
If we can figure out how he rigged up the shells,
maybe we can turn them around and set the fish free.
Please, Chip, I'm in charge.
Now, the way I see it,
if we can figure out how he rigged up the shells,
maybe we can turn them around and set the fish free.
Everybody, follow me!
Dale, the door to the cannery is this way.
I knew that. Uh, I knew that.
ALL: Rescue Rangers, away!
Well, boss, how do you like this for a chair?
I hate it.
But it's your throne.
Throne, eh? Why didn't you say so? I love it.
Gee, boss, that's just what it needed.
You have a real touch there.
I want this fixed and I want it fixed now!
There's Fat Cat.
All right, Dale, here's your big chance.
What do you want to do first?
Okay, maybe if we split up and move through here,
we can get over there and grab those controls.
Monterey, head off at 45 degrees.
Right-o, Dale. Zipper, come on, pal.
DALE: Gadget, move due west. Chip, bear to the left.
We'll all come out at different places so we can surprise them.
So, Zipper, are we headin' the right way?
I think so.
Moss grows on the north side of arc welding,
so I must be headed west, I think.
Bear left. Bear left. Which left?
I can hardly wait to see the look on Fat Cat's face
when we surprise him.
This would make a great throne.
What kind of throne is this for me?
FAT CAT: I have style. I have class.
I have breeding. I have a temper.
I think this part is nice, boss.
Nice? I'll show you nice.
MEPS: It does look nice, if you like Rescue Rangers.
What?
Bottom floor, lingerie.
Rescue Rangers?
FAT CAT: Come to pay me a little visit, eh?
Oh, be still my heart,
the Rescue Rangers right here in the palm of my boot.
Wow, boss, what are you gonna do with them now?
Those poor dears have spent so much time fighting crime
that I believe they deserve a vacation, a permanent one!
Nobody panic. Don't worry. I'll have everything under control.
Under water, you mean.
Unless we get out of here, we won't last much longer.
Here, Chip, start bailing.
Where exactly do you want me to bail it?
Dale, we're in desperate need of a plan here.
GADGET: At times like this I usually don't resort
to shrill emotional outbursts,
but in this case...
You've got to do something!
I'm thinking. I'm thinking.
Just give me a minute.
I can do this. I can think.
I can think. I can't think!
You gotta help me, Chip. I'm no leader.
I can't get us out of here! Help!
Get a grip, Dale.
We'll get out of here somehow, I think. First things first.
Gadget, what's our situation here?
Hopeless.
Unless, of course, someone has some wax.
We could reseal the seams.
W Yo-yos, balloons, jacks.
No crayon? But I always have a crayon.
Gadget, with all this stuff here,
there's got to be something we can use.
- Forget it. It's junk. - GADGET: Maybe not.
I might be able to have us out of here in a jiff.
If you could make that half a jiff, Gadget, love,
I'd be ever so grateful.
Here, Dale, you blow up this balloon.
I'm not in the mood for a party right now.
No, we'll use the balloon's air
to push the boot out of the water.
Here, I'll do it.
The balloon should work
but I don't know if the boot can take the stress.
Oh, I don't know if I can take the stress.
GADGET: Here goes nothing.
Well, actually, everything, if you stop and think about...
MONTEREY: That's all right. That's more like it.
We have to hurry if we're going to stop Fat Cat.
CHIP: He's already got a head start.
Just give me room to swing.
Cats!
MONTEREY: How are we gonna get past all them, Chipper?
CHIP: Maybe we don't have to.
If we can turn those shells around,
we can use the sound of the ocean
to get the fish to jump out of the holding tank
and head back to sea.
MONTEREY: But that's an awful lot of shells to turn, Chip.
We're gonna need some help.
And I know some folks who can.
Dale, I need you to do something.
You need me to get lost. I've messed up everything so far.
Okay, so maybe you aren't exactly cut out for being the leader,
but if it weren't for you,
we never would have gotten out of that boot.
Actually, that was Gadget's idea.
Look, I'm trying to make you feel better. Can't you see that?
You and I are a team.
Really?
Absolutely.
And if we're going to stop Fat Cat,
we need your help, right, Rangers?
We aren't the Rescue Rangers without you.
Thanks, guys. I never knew feeling bad could feel so good.
So what do you want me to do?
Go get the crabs.
FAT CAT: Snout, you may let the feeble felines in now.
Welcome to Chez Fat Cat.
Please, allow me to check your reservation.
Flash me the goods or you don't get the flounder.
Okay, your, uh, reservation checks out.
You're good for the grub. Next!
Okay, get in line over there. Next!
Hey, buddy, the scales here are telling me
that statue of yours isn't worth a plug mackerel.
Now do you leave quietly and go steal
something worth stealing for Fat Cat,
or do we get real nasty?
Okay, okay, all right, already. Don't flake your fur.
Come on, Robespierre.
I figured this was a dumb idea to begin with.
I'm sorry, Pierpont.
Next.
Gentlemen, gentlemen, welcome.
I imagine that you're, uh, interested in some fish.
And you shall have some at just the teensiest, tiniest cost to you.
And I'm talking jewels, gold, the usual!
So line up and be ready to fork it over.
Ready to bring up the fish, boys?
Boss, those pussies look kind of perturbed.
So let them eat crab cake!
If these felines want fish,
they have to pay my modest finder's fee.
What is that blasted noise?
I don't know, boss, but the fish are mighty restless.
The shells!
Why aren't the controls working? What's going on here?
Pull, everybody!
Okay, boys,
ready whenever you are.
Ready? Go!
But... But... But... But my fish! My fish!
They're gone. They're all gone.
Now, now, boys. Patience, please.
S-Surely we can work something out.
Sure, we's can work something out,
like my knuckles on your nose.
Mother of pearl, it's good to be home again.
Rescue Rangers, thank you.
Glad to help.
Yes, and now to celebrate.
Certainly, this calls for a housewarming party.
A party! Oh, boy, a party!
See, I told you they'd be less crabby
once they got their homes back.
Back on their backs, I mean.
I mean, they're still crabs and everything.
What I'm trying to say is...
Gadget, love, that's getting on my nerves.
A party!
One second, I'll have to check the schedule.
Schedule?
Not again with the schedule!
Just kidding. I think a party is most definitely on our schedule.
Hey, that wasn't funny.
I said it was a joke.
There are some things you should never joke about,
and parties are one of them.
Ah. Now, that's my idea of teamwork.