♪♪
♪ Sometimes, some crime ♪
♪ Goes 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 ♪
I♪ 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's ♪
♪ 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 ♪
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♪ When there's danger ♪
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'N' Dale ♪
All secure here.
Here, too.
Yeah, another exciting night, eh, Nick?
(laughs)
Ah, yes. The new titranium transistors.
No self-respecting scientific genius
should be without them.
Trouble on the second floor. Let's go.
Nick: Down here!
(humming)
It's locked.
It's the only way out. Get ready.
Freeze, whoever you are!
Where... ever you are.
(laughing)
My phonematic modemizer worked like a charm.
All I have to do is dial my escapes!
Now I can reach out and rob someone
any time I want.
(laughs)
Officer: Sure is slow day, Ben.
Just the way I like it.
Me too.
Not me. I'd like to see some action.
(squeaks) You bet!
Dispatcher: Calling car 55. Come in, please.
Yeah, what is it?
This just came it, boys. A gila monster has escaped the zoo.
He's unarmed, but approach with caution.
Very funny.
Gee, the zoo is close by.
He could be very near.
(cawing)
(squeaks)
Better keep your eyes peeled
and your ears open. No telling...
- What is it? - (squeak)
- Oh, my gosh! - (squeak)
(caw)
I'm going to need someone to distract him.
- (squeaking) - Go, Monterey!
Piece of cake.
Someone should also protect the egg.
(squeaking)
Dale?
Aye, aye. You bet.
Dale to the rescue! Charge!
Chip: And last but not least...
(squeaks) Yeah?
I need you, Gadget,
to come up with a way to trap him.
I'm way ahead of you.
- (cawing) - (growls)
That's far enough, lizard lips!
(caw)
Aah!
Good work, Gadget.
This should bolo him over.
(yelps)
That's a wrap!
(caw)
Time to call in the big guys.
Hey!
Well, what do you know?
Strikes a blow for teamwork, eh pallies?
Wonder what's bugging him.
Monty: But of course you're a part of the team.
A big part in your small way.
(squeaking)
What do you mean no one ever pays attention to you?
We always do!
What's up, Monterey?
You, in about a second.
(muffled squeaking)
Waaa!
(squeaking)
I don't like the sound of that.
Don't mind him, mate.
Our little buddy's been feeling left out of the action.
He wants more responsibility.
Has anybody seen Zipper? I've got top assignments for him.
(squeaks) Really?
See, there, little buddy?
Yep. I've made a list.
You need to dust the top shelves,
the top of the bookcases, and the top rafters.
(squeaks) What?
Well, you're the only one who can fly, aren't you?
(squeaks angrily)
Mm-mmm. Sometimes flies can be so... Flighty.
Sure is a hazy night for sky patrol.
Too right. You can hardly see the whiskers on your nose.
(alarm rings)
Uh-oh. Sounds like a break-in.
Gadget: It's coming from that electronics warehouse!
Monterey, you and Gadget go in the front
while Dale and I take the back.
(squeaks) Hey, what about me?
No, you'd better stay here, Zip.
There could be a burglar inside.
Yeah, what would you do, buzz him to a pulp?
(laughs)
Look at it this way, mate.
Every team needs its lookout.
Chip: Come on, Monty.
(squeaks angrily)
(Nimnul laughs)
With these new computer Chips,
I'll build a laboratory
that will be the envied of every mad scientist in the world!
Let's look up here.
Oh!
Time to call home.
(laughs)
When it comes to escapes, I let my fingers do the walking.
Ouch!
Eoowouch!
Owoo!
Nimnul: Buzz off, you itchy insect!
Oh, ring! Please, ring!
Shoo! Shoo!
He's here!
What is with you?
Hey, where did he go?
Oh, thank heavens!
Not only have I escaped the authorities
but that insidious insect, as well.
Perhaps I should consider developing
a three-day underarm pest repellent pad.
What's that buzz?
- Aah! - Aah!
Where's the rest of me?
(gasps)
Watch it, bug face!
Hey, wait!
Nimnul: You can't go!
You've got the modemizer...
and my body!
I can't lose him!
(dog barking)
(barking)
Aah! A monster!
Help! Help!
Oh my gosh, it's a spaceman!
Ew, gross!
Quick, Stella, call Cable News!
(horns honking)
(squeaking)
- (squeaks) - Man: It went down there!
- Man 2: A real spaceman! - (crowd exclaiming)
Monty: See for yourself, maties.
He hasn't slept in his bed all night.
Chip: Gee, I thought he left us last night because was mad.
Now I'm not so sure.
Why would a fly stay out all night?
You suppose there's been another garbage strike.
Woman: Now then, Franz,
I've read your short story,
and frankly, I find it bizarre.
Do you expect the reader to believe
that one night, a fellow went to bed,
and the next morning, he woke up as an insect?
I mean, really?
Have you been reading too much Spiderman?
Do you know anyone who looks like a daddy-longlegs?
It's false. It's unbelievable.
It's...
It's brilliant.
"A" plus.
Oh, my. Oh, me.
I've looked for that fly head everywhere.
Where would it go?
I wonder if there's a fertilizer factory in town.
Aha!
Nimnul: There's that buzzy, buggy, body robber!
That's correct. We've sighted the alien in sector three.
Better send in the reserves. Over and out.
(squeaking)
Poor Zipper, so tiny and helpless.
What should we do, start a search party?
(Zipper squeaking)
That sounds like him.
Oh, thank heavens!
He better have a pretty good excuse.
For not coming home when he should.
Yep, it's a good one, all right. Real good.
He convinced me. Oh, yeah.
(Zipper squeaking)
Zipper!
Gadget: Is that really you?
Pally, what happened?
Have you been in the vegemite again?
I don't think this is a case of overeating, Monterey.
The modemizer! Where is it?
Tell me, you body-snatcher?
It looks like a fly,
but it sounds like a snake.
(gasp)
Egads!
It's those vermin!
- Nimnul? - They've switched bodies.
How observant for a lower life form.
Hey, wait a second! You can talk!
He understands us.
That's because he's half bug.
Monty: The better half.
Now change my little buddy back or else.
Nobody wants to undo this horror more than me,
But I can't change anything without the modemizer.
- (crunch) - Ow!
Where is it? Where, where?
(squeaks) I don't know.
(siren)
Zipper, run! Hurry!
Over there, men!
(squeaking)
(coughing)
I hope he made it out.
Yeah, he did,
but not the way we wanted.
Nimnul: Egads! They've bagged my bod!
Hurry!
Come back!
No. Stop. Stop!
Aah!
We lost him.
Yeah, and his bottom half, too.
We gotta get them both back.
Waiter. Waiter!
What's this fly doing in my soup?
(coughing)
The 100-meter breaststroke. What does it look like, idiot!
I assure you, monsieur, this has never happened before.
And neither has that!
Thank goodness. I was almost part of the second course.
You're not out of the soup yet.
We've already been over this area,
and I still don't see any helmet.
I'm doomed. Doomed!
All those years of study and sacrifice.
And how do I end up?
As the only fly with two Masters degrees.
Oh, quit your bellyaching.
We'll find the blasted helmet.
It couldn't have gotten up and walked away.
Then again...
And so I, the Lord High Star Commander,
command you to go into battle, my minions.
Not again. I'm tired of being onions.
I wanna be the Lord High Star Commander.
Forget it. You can't be a Star Commander without the helmet.
There's no way anybody's gonna take it away from me.
(gasps)
Mommy!
Happy now, Nimnul?
I have to admit, you're awfully clever for vermin.
Thanks... I think.
Now to get Zipper.
Reporter: It's rumored that the alien
is being kept at this government installation for observation.
As you can see, the place is sealed tighter than Fort Knox.
Not even a flea could get inside.
Oh, poor Zipper.
All he wanted was a little action.
I wonder what they'll do to him.
They'll poke and probe and pinch
until my body is black and blue. (cries)
We've got to get him out tonight.
But how? You heard the newslady.
Hmm.
Anybody have a dime?
You want to use that hunk of junk?
Don't forget what it did to flea-brain, here.
There's nothing wrong with my modemizer, fat rat.
What happened to me was just a fluke.
Let's hope so. Right now, I don't see what other choice we have.
Blimey!
- It worked! - Told ya.
Sure beats the subway.
We better turn on a light. There.
Say, Chip, old pal, when did you get taller than me?
Both: (gasp)
Hey, Dale, why do I have your shirt?
You got more of me than just my shirt.
Aah!
Oh, no!
You said it!
We've just turned into the Rescue Mutants.
Look at me! I'm nothing but fur and bones.
Why do I have this sudden urge for cheesecake?
It's kind of breezy in here, isn't it?
Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. I always wanted to be close to Gadget,
but not this close.
Keep the hands off the body.
Sorry.
A fluke, eh?
I guess the modemizer must be malfunctioning after all.
Well, you'd better fix it, fast.
All right, all right! Don't lose your heads.
It's a little late for that.
Someone's coming.
Doctor: Once the examination begins,
No one is allowed inside the operating room.
(gasps) Me poor pally!
Gadget, keep an eye on Nimnul while the rest of us get Zip...
Hey, you can't expect me to go out in public like this.
(yelps)
I have decided to run some tests on you,
and I will begin with the psycho-loogical,
uh, physica-loogichal... sickological... head tests.
This is a multiple choice question.
What do you fear most?
Doctor: "A," nuclear annihilation,
"B," a gruesome plane crash,
"C"... a fly swatter.
(squeaking)
Hmm. A trend is developing.
Either you're part fly
or a frustrated art critic.
One more test ought to confirm it.
Which do you find more attractive,
This woo-woo girl.
Or this wasp?
(Zipper wolf whistles)
I kinda like the wasp myself,
But then who said a doctor can't be sick?
(laughs)
The tests are not conclusive.
I need to take a closer look
to see what makes your ticker tick.
Soldiers!
Doctor: Take him to the operating room.
You should experience only minor discomfort.
(chuckles)
Oh, no!
(sobs)
We need a diversion.
One with major discomfort.
(chomp)
Yaa!
Keep it going!
Going up!
(pants) If we ever get our bodies back, Monty,
you have to go on a diet.
Quick, to the stairs!
Don't worry, pally. We'll get you out.
(squeaks) Not you, too.
Yeah. All the Rangers are rearranged.
(squeaking)
This is no time to blame yourself.
Right now, we've got to get out of here.
Coast is clear. Come on.
Down there!
Oof!
Do you think the problem might be a bad connector?
Will you please back off?
Remember, I'm the genius, you're the mouse.
Hey, I think I've just spotted our problem.
A burnt connector in the biomolecular regurgitator. (Chuckles)
Oh, imagine that.
If I could replace it, we could all change back to normal
on the next telephone trip.
Monty: Whoa!
- Look out! - This way!
Zipper!
My beautiful bod!
I hope the modemizer's fixed.
Not without a new connector.
Well, let's get one.
Oh, sure.
Maybe you know of an electronics store in the neighborhood.
We're trapped!
Let me try something.
There. We're all set.
Huh! Upstaged by a household pest!
Quick, Zip, put on the helmet and dial us out of here.
And I know just the number to call.
505...
Dale: Tootle-oo!
(ring)
I got my body back.
And believe me, it looks much better on you.
(Nimnul laughs)
How I love happy endings!
Not only do I get back my manly physique,
But now, I can exterminate you meddlesome pests once and for all!
What a grateful guy.
(squeaks)
Foolish fly!
You'll be the first to go.
(squeaks) Aah!
Save yourself, Zipper! You can't fight a human!
Here, buggy, buggy!
Nimnul: Where are you?
You've got to start buzzing sometime.
Aha!
Oh, no!
Hello? Hello. This is 911.
Who's there, please?
Uh-oh. (Chuckles)
Wrong number.
Well, Zip, old boy, it's sure good to have you back on the team again.
Here, here!
Yeah, and after the way you handled Nimnul,
You can bet that from now on, you're gonna get a lot more responsibility.
How'd you like to start by helping the police escort the prisoner?
(squeaks) Yes, sir!
You bet!
Okay, professor.
Time to visit the nice hospital.
I'm coming. I'm coming!
Just promise you'll keep the vermin away.
The what?
You know, those despicable rodents and their little fly friend.
He's the worst one of all.
You've never met a more insidious insect.
Yeah. Right on, buddy.
Bad bug.
We got you.