♪♪
(THUNDER CRASHING)
(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)
♪ 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 ♪
(BIRD TWITTERING)
MONTEREY: Gather round, everybody.
You're about to taste the most delicious dish ever dished up.
Cheddarhead Charlie's cheese chowder.
MONTEREY: Mmm-mmm!
Old family recipe and, uh, only slightly fattenin'.
Oh, boy. I'm starved.
(SQUEAKS)
Does it always take this long to cook?
Hmm. It does seem a mite slow.
I'd better pressurize the pressure.
GADGET: Are you sure you know what you're doing?
We've never used this pressure cooker before.
Don't worry, Gadget, love.
Old Monterey Jack knows his way around the kitchen.
Down under, they used to call me the gallivantin' gourmet.
Maybe we can send out for pizza.
(SLURPING)
Guess we'll need a new pressure cooker.
KIRBY: You make the best donuts in town, Ma.
Now, you boys can't fool me.
You just come here because it's so near the station.
Just like those people who work next door at the bank.
We plead guilty, Ma. See you tomorrow.
Good night, boys. Take care.
I've got me taste buds all set for cheese chowder.
No sense in doing without
just 'cause the pressure cooker blew its cork.
We'll just nip into this diner
and borrow the kitchen for a while.
Cheese it, Zipper. Throw her in reverse.
Come on, all you poor, homeless kitties.
Come and get your milk.
Now, that's a sweet old lady.
Settin' out a bowl of milk for the poor, homeless stray
(CATS MEOWING)
cats!
(CATS YOWLING)
Run for your life, mate.
(SQUEAKING)
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)
Uh, you cats won't be wantin' dessert after a meal like that.
(CATS GROWLING)
(CATS HISSING)
MAN: Get away, you mangy cats.
I hate critters, especially little furry ones.
(GROANING IN DISGUST)
Uh, gee, Fry, they're cute little...
Quiet. Get the window.
Those alley cats are sure lucky.
I was about to tear into 'em.
Hey, what's this?
They're sneakin' into Ma's diner.
FRY: Stop crowding me.
We can't let 'em rob such a nice old gal,
even if she does like cats. Come on.
Shh!
We gotta KO those crooks.
(SQUEAKING)
Better let me handle it, mate.
(GRUNTING)
(DISHES CRASHING)
My goodness, what's that noise?
Quiet, you lunkhead.
I didn't do nothin'.
What are you doin' in my kitchen?
Uh, this is your lucky day.
It is?
- (GRUNTS) - You bet it is.
Uh, we're here to tell you that you've been selected
by, um, Fine Dinering Magazine
to receive their grand prize,
an all-expense-paid trip to beautiful Miami Beach.
Land's sakes! Miami Beach?
But who will take care of the diner? I can't afford to close it.
Oh, don't worry about a thing.
We'll make sure the diner stays open while you're gone.
Why did you have to sneak in the back way to tell me I won?
Yeah, that's a good question.
Uh, well, we wanted it to be a surprise.
Uh, surprise. Yeah!
What a nice surprise.
Goodness. This is all happenin' so fast.
Give me a hand, Spud. We gotta get Ma packing.
Uh, and don't forget to make fresh donuts every...
I'd better go buy a bikini.
Ooh!
Uh, gee, Fry, you never told me Ma won a trip.
You lunkhead! I made all that up to get rid of her
so we can dig the tunnel into the bank next door.
Hey, wait a minute.
If Ma goes to Miami Beach,
we won't have to do all the diggin' tonight.
We can dig a big tunnel and steal lots of money.
Yeah, and I can make donuts every mornin'.
We gotta get Ma a ticket to Miami. Come on.
Sounds like them blokes have gone for good. Come on.
Let's get that cheese inside and start makin' chowder.
(CLANGING)
MONTEREY: Watch that first step, mate!
It's a doozy.
(MONTEREY GRUNTING)
(SQUEAKING)
(GRUNTING) Give it all you got, mate.
(PANTING)
Put your back into it.
(GROANS)
(SQUEAKING)
I'm with you, Zipper.
There's gotta be an easier way.
I'm sure Ma won't mind if we raid the refrigerator for some milk.
After all, she gives it out to a bunch of mangy cats.
(SQUEAKING)
Sorry about that, pally.
I didn't know that was the handle to the ice machine.
Are you okay?
(SQUEAKING) I'm okay.
All set to cook up into gourmet goodness.
Here, Zipper, you take over while I get the lid.
(SQUEAKS)
Okay. Fire it up.
(SCREAMING)
Not so high, mate. That's better.
You almost singed me tail with that one.
(SQUEAKING) Sorry.
Now all we gotta do is sit back
and wait for the chowder to cook.
(YAWNING)
I know what you mean, pally.
(GROANS)
Cooking can tire a fella out.
(YAWNING)
Seems like I could always use 40 winks after a big meal.
(ZIPPER SNORING)
(SNORING)
FRY: Watch it, Spud. And pick up that pick.
We've overslept, mate.
Someone's comin'. We better hide.
(SNIFFING)
Somethin' smells awfully good in here.
Must be leftovers.
Leftovers? Why, I ought to...
Let's get to work.
(ZIPPER BUZZING)
- (SQUEAKING) Okay. - Right, mate.
Now, we'll just pump that cheese chowder right out of the kitchen.
(LOUD INHALING)
(SQUEAKS)
And Momma always told me not to inhale me food.
KIRBY: Anybody home cooking?
MULDOON: Yeah, something sure smells delicious.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - What is it?
SPUD: It's me, Spud.
There's a couple of cops out front.
Cops? What do they want?
Breakfast. I think.
Morning, officers.
Hey, we know who you are.
You do?
You must be the guy from Fine Dinering Magazine.
Ma called the station and told us
you'd be runnin' the diner for a few days.
She did? I... I mean, she did.
So, uh, what'll it be?
They want donuts.
They ain't nuts yet, uh, just dough.
Well, dish up some of those leftovers.
Comin' right up, Fry.
(SNORING)
(LOUD INHALING)
(EXCLAIMS)
This batch is extra thick.
Hey, what's this?
Hey!
That's my cheese chowder he's spoonin' up.
Mmm-mmm.
- (MONTEREY SCREAMING) - That Ma sure can cook.
(SQUEAKING)
(MONTEREY SPLUTTERING)
Yuck. A fly.
That's unsanitary.
(SQUEAKING) Uh-oh.
Oh, no, lumps.
(MONTEREY GROANING)
(GASPING)
DALE: What's for breakfast? I'm starved.
How can you be hungry after cleaning up all that cheese chowder?
Well, that's just it, I worked up an appetite.
Besides, we didn't get to eat any of that chowder.
(SNIFFING)
And it sure smelled good.
We spent all night scrubbing and cleaning and polishing,
and the kitchen still smells like cheddar.
We should be glad Monterey wasn't making saltwater taffy.
We'd have to move out.
Yeah, if we didn't get stuck in the doorway.
Well, at least that job's done.
I'd better get started building a new pressure cooker
before Monterey needs one again.
Where do you suppose he and Zipper went last night?
Yeah. How come he wasn't here to help clean up?
After all, he helped make the mess.
You know Monty. Once he's got an idea
in his head, he can't get it out.
Yeah, and nothing else gets in.
I wonder what did happen to Monty and Zipper.
(BUZZING)
(SQUEAKING)
Zipper.
Where've you been all night?
Where's Monterey Jack?
(SQUEAKING)
Monterey's turned into a donut.
Don't be silly.
That's not what Zipper's saying.
(SQUEAKING) Uh-huh.
What did I tell you? Come on.
Rescue Rangers, away!
(BOTH SLURPING)
This is the best cheese chowder I ever ate.
Wait till we tell the boys at the station.
GADGET: I hope we're not too late.
♪ Dough, dough, dough, dough Day-o, dough, dough, dough ♪
Now, let's see, how do I make the hole in the middle?
GADGET: Oh, Monty.
There's still a chance the cookie cutter missed him.
Looks like a pretty good chance.
Come on.
How you comin' with those donuts?
They're rollin' along.
Hustle out some more of that cheese chowder.
We got more customers.
Comin' right up.
I got you, Monty.
This egg slicer should do the trick.
What happened?
They were going to turn you into a donut.
Well, if I have to be a breakfast roll,
I'd rather be a cheese Danish.
Boy, this chowder's even better than Muldoon said it was.
Hey, is this where they have that great cheese chowder?
(GROANING)
Comin' right up.
I hate to see good cheese chowder wasted on a bunch of humans.
I wonder what they'll do tomorrow when they're out of chowder.
The customers might never come back.
You mean Ma's business might be ruined?
Blimey! We can't let that happen to the old gal.
We'll just have to make cheese chowder every night
until she gets back.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(CATS MEOWING)
Get out of here, you furry little pests.
The only thing I hate worse than cats is mice.
Ain't we gonna do any more diggin' tonight, Fry?
Are you kiddin'?
After waitin' tables all day, my feet are killin' me.
We'll finish the tunnel tomorrow.
We'll have plenty of time to work
with no chowder to attract the cops.
Looks like the coast is clear and the kitchen, too.
(SQUEAKING)
Okay.
Okay, mate.
Okay.
(GRUNTING)
Right-o, Zipper, far enough.
(CHOWDER GURGLING)
Couldn't we just leave a recipe
and let those two guys make their own chowder?
I don't think they could make chowder even with a recipe.
Look how dirty they've gotten the kitchen in just one day.
Wait till those cops find out there's no chowder today.
(SNIFFING)
Hey, Fry, you smell something?
- Oh, no! It's cheese chowder! - Oh, no! It's cheese chowder!
I thought you said it was all gone.
Duh, it was. All but one little bite.
You can smell that chowder all the way to the station.
It's gonna be a long day, Spud.
Two days of knocking ourselves out
and we still ain't got any dough.
You were sure right about them
not knowing how to cook, Gadget.
Yeah. Two days and they're still trying to make dough.
We'd better make them a double batch of chowder tonight.
(WHOOPING)
(SQUEAKING) Mush!
It sure smells like chowder, Fry.
No way, Spud, we scraped the pot dry.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
SPUD: I'm seein' double, Fry.
Don't panic.
Those cops have been eatin' chowder nonstop for two days.
They must be tired of it by now.
OFFICERS: (CHANTING) Chowder. Chowder. Chowder. Chowder.
Better wash some bowls.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
Hey, everybody, there's a line of customers outside.
And nobody's here to open the diner.
We gotta do somethin'.
Gee, Fry, Ma gets back from Miami Beach tomorrow.
How are we gonna finish the tunnel with all them cops around?
They won't be around
'cause we won't open the diner till they go away.
(GRUNTING) Where do you want the bowls?
(LAUGHS)
How about right there?
Here comes the chowder.
Right on target, mates.
(ALL CHATTERING)
(BELL DINGING)
KIRBY: Chowder's on, guys.
Somebody opened the diner.
It's haunted.
I don't care if the chowder was made by the Invisible Man.
No one's gonna keep us from gettin' our dough.
Hey, guys, how about some spoons?
Uh-oh. We forgot the silverware.
No problem, Chip.
I'm telling you, Spud, there's no such thing as...
Oops!
Mice!
I'll get 'em, Fry.
CHIP: Look out!
Gadget!
I hate mice but I like to catch 'em.
We'll feed the alley cats tonight.
(SQUEAKING) Gadget!
(BUZZING)
Hey, buzz off.
Fry, let me out.
This place needs an exterminator.
This ought to work slick.
I'll save you, Gadget.
I'll save you, Gadget, love.
(SCREAMING)
(BELL DINGING)
We'll be back for lunch.
We just can't get enough of that cheese chowder.
Have a nice day.
If I could just get my tail free.
Don't panic, love. I'll have you out in a jiffy.
(GRUNTING)
Whoa!
- Good idea, Chip. - Huh?
This slippery cooking grease is just what I need.
You should thank me, Gadget. I was the one who found it.
Thanks.
There. Now we'd better go find Monty.
MONTEREY: Downright ungrateful, I call it.
Chasin' us like that after all that chowder we've made for 'em.
Yeah. We were only trying to help.
I don't think you can blame them. After all, we are rodents.
How would we feel if we found our kitchen at Ranger Headquarters
swarming with flies?
(SQUEAKING)
I mean, flies we didn't know personally.
(SQUEAKING) Okay.
Gadget's right. It's not their fault.
They didn't know we were helping them.
Oh, all right.
We'll make one more batch of chowder tonight.
But just to help out Ma.
DALE: Okay, Zipper, take it away.
Pretty smart, huh?
(GASPING)
Now we're cookin' with pressure.
Hey. Somebody's cooking spaghetti.
Golly, do you think those two men might still be around?
No more diggin' for us, Spud.
We'll blast into that bank vault, get the dough and scram.
But I was makin' spaghetti.
How can you think of food at a time like this?
We're about to be millionaires.
They're nothing but bank robbers.
No wonder they can't cook.
Fame and fortune, here we come.
(RUMBLING)
(COUGHING)
Come on, let's get the loot.
We've got to stop them.
Come on.
Come on, everybody, grab a spoon and dig in. Hurry.
Dale. What are you doing?
What does it look like?
I'm filling up the hole so the crooks can't make their getaway.
Hey. What'd you do that for?
We don't have time to play in the dirt. Come on.
Help me create a diversion.
Grab that sack of flour up there.
You got it, Gadget.
Anything for you.
Hey, slowpoke. What you waiting for?
Put some pepper in it, lads.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Hey, Dale, you pull while I push.
How come you always make all the decisions?
Okay, fine, have it your way.
I'll push and you pull.
That's better.
Here they come.
Watch your tails, mates.
I'll try and stall 'em.
(SPUD GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
- Thanks, Dale. - Don't mention it.
I can't hold 'em off any longer.
(SIRENS WAILING)
Come on, Spud.
Let's get out of the kitchen before the heat gets here.
(FRY AND SPUD COUGHING)
Hey. What's going on? I can't see.
That's usin' your noodle, Zipper.
Run for it, Spud.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
We're stuck to the refrigerator.
Hey. That means the spaghetti's done.
Take it away, Zipper.
Funds away.
We can't fight our way out of a wet noodle.
We'll have to eat our way out.
(SLURPING)
She's gonna blow!
Get the money, Spud.
That don't look good.
It came from the diner.
What happened?
Arrest us, please.
We can't take no more. We give up.
I guess they couldn't stand the pressure.
So, how's the chowder?
Land's sake, bank robbers?
Well, I never!
But did they take good care of my diner?
I'm afraid the kitchen may be a little messy.
You can say that again.
If they've gotten my kitchen dirty... My goodness.
I've never seen this kitchen so spotless.
What's this?
A recipe for cheese chowder?
I don't understand it.
How'd it get so clean?
(ZIPPER GROANING)
I'll say this for your cheese chowder, Monty.
What's that, mate?
It may be fattening but it's a great way to lose weight.