I Life is like a hurricane
I Here in Duckburg
I Race cars. Lasers. Aeroplanes
I It's a duck-blur
I Might solve a mystery
I or rewrite history
- I DuckTa/es - I Ooh-ooh.
S' Every day they're out there making DuckTales
I Ooh-ooh.
S' Tales of derring-do bad and good luck tales
- I D-d-d-danger! - I Watch behind you
I There's a stranger out to find you.
S' What to do? Just grab on to some DuckTales
I Ooh-ooh.
S' Every day they're out there making DuckTales
I Ooh-ooh.
S' Tales of derring-do bad and good luck tales
I Ooh-ooh.
S' Not ponytails or cotton tails no. DuckTales
I Ooh-ooh
(maniacal laugh)
(Russian accent) This time. Nothing will stand in the way
of what I want most in the world.
(squawks)
What. To turn me back into a man?
No. Scrooge McDuck's old number-one dime!
The first dime Scrooge ever made. Ii contains the psychic vibrations
of every deal. Every decision. Every dollar Scrooge has ever made.
Once I melt that dime and pour it into my amulet.
I'll be so powerful. Not only will I turn you back into my brother...
but the world will be mine as well!
(laughing maniacally)
Sorry. I get carried away.
(siren sounds)
The Beagle Boys have escaped! The Beagle Boys have escaped!
Thanks for sneaking us outta jail. Magica.
We was getting pretty bored waiting for our time to run out.
- How long was your sentence? - Life.
Well. I didn't sneak you out for the exercise.
I need your help. I vvant you to steal Scrooges number-one dime.
No way! We only go after the big stuff. My name ain't Big Time for nothin'!
Yeah! Make it at least half a dollar or forget it!
Make it Scrooge's money bin and you got yourself a deal.
Is deal.
Can we go to a movie today, Uncle Scrooge?
(Scottish accent) Sorry, boys. I need you here and on your best behavior.
A reporter from Duckweek Magazine is coming by this afternoon
to do a story on our family.
How about if vve go to an early matinee?
Yeah! Then we'll be back in time to tell the reporter how our nice Uncle Scrooge
gave us money to go to the movies.
And enough money for popcorn.
And money for new bicycles to ride to the theater.
You're pressing your luck. Lads.
(ab!) Yippee! Invasion of the Quacker Snatchers. Here we come!
So what's the plan, touts?
This: From Beagle Boys I transform thee
to Scrooges nephews - one. Two. Three!
Hey. Babyface. You got the cutest little baby face.
Hey. What gives?
There's one teensy-weensy little problem with the spell.
Mirrors will reveal your real identity.
Now go get the dime! And hurry!
- You look perfectly dapper. Mr. McDuck. - Good. Everything has to be perfect.
I want that reporter to see I'm a good family man.
A good image is good business. You know.
Back so soon. Boys?
Now upstairs and change clothes. The reporter will be here soon.
I want you to look your best.
Don't worry. Mr. McDuck. Everything will be perfect.
Now you heard your uncle. Upstairs and change!
Yeah, yeah, we heard ya.
My. My. I believe Dewey's voice is changing.
The boys are growing up so fast.
Let's spread out. Burger. You go that way.
Babyface. You come with me.
Hey, Big Time! Looks like we found the jackpot!
- Boys! What are you doing? - Playing doctor?
Hey. That hurts. Ya big ninny!
That's “nanny.“ and you'd better watch your language.
I told you boys to change clothes.
Here now.
Don't make me angry. Just wear these suits until the reporter leaves.
Boys. Please!
What's gotten into you? Why won't you put on your good clothes?
The reporter will be here any minute.
Hey. Babyface. Get this crazed dame off of me.
That's the last movie you go to. The language you come back with.
There now. Don't you look nice?
Just like the Beagle Boys.
The Beagle Boys! Ohh!
Hey. Wanna play with us?
Burger... er... Huey! What ya doin'?
Hey. Even thugs deserve a coffee break!
You call yourself a thug?
Let g9!
Hey. That's my Quacky Patch doll!
(grunting)
Look what you did!
Let's blast open this safe and blow this joint
before that nosey nanny comes to.
Yes?
Hello. Webra Walters. From Duckweek Magazine.
Miss Walters! How nice to see you. Won't you come in?
Thank you. My. Don't you look spiffy. Mr. McDuck? Trying to impress me?
Me? In these old things? Never!
Good. Because most interviewees go out of their way to make a good impression.
I hate that. My readers deserve the real scoop.
I vvant to observe Scrooge McDuck the way he really lives. Understand?
Perfectly. We'll start by meeting Mrs. Beakley.
She's the salt of the Earth, that woman. And she levee the children as her own.
They're monsters! Monsters. I tell you!
You've got to do something. They're fiends! They're not your nephews!
What are you talking about? Your nephews are - the Beagle Boys!
And did I mention her wild sense of humor? Ha. Ha. Ha!
Mrs. Beakley. Perhaps you've been working too hard. Take a nap.
And get a grip on yourself!
Perhaps we should visit Mrs. Beakleyfs clarlin' Webbigail, first.
She's probably playing with my nephews.
(Webbigail crying)
Dewey pulled the head off my Quacky Patch doll!
Oh. Those nephews. They're so playful!
Why don“ show you my study instead.
You can tell a lot about a man by his study.
Meticulous - study. Meticulous business affairs. I always say.
(explosion)
Uh-oh!
Forget the study!
You can never tell a thing about a man by his study. I always say.
Look in here instead.
You boys are grounded until Miss Walters is gone.
Hey. Magica. Help! We're trapped like rats up here!
You fools! Do I have to do everything myself?
Potions and powers. Come to me quickly.
Change this Magica into fat old Beakley!
(squawks)
I'm going after that dime. And nothing will stop me!
I'll watch the boys now.
What are you Beagle bunglers doing in here? Have you found the dime?
We're Iookin! We're Iookin'!
Boy. That Invasion of the Quacker Snatchers
sure was a scary movie!
I hope aliens from space never take over Duckburg like that.
Yeah! You'd never knew who's real and who's a monster inside.
Usually. The boys are well-behaved. You just have to tell them once
and they've learned their lesson.
- Hi. Uncle Scrooge. We're back! - What a great movie!
Aah! The monsters! They're loose!
Egads! They're everywhere!
Uh-oh!
Boys! I'm not telling you again. Get to your room and stay there!
(ab!) Whafcl we do?
Go!
What are you doing in here again? Get out and get to work!
Huey! I told you to stay in your room!
Sorry. Pops. Er...
Sorry. Uncle Scrooge. But I haven't eaten in minutes!
You'll get lunch soon enough. Now. Get back to your room.
Mrs. Beakley. Why haven't the boys had lunch yet?
- I give up. Why? - Are you talking with an accent?
- What accent? - Never mind.
Maybe you should make lunch for the boys.
Perhaps they'll behave if they've eaten.
Yes. Of course. I'll whip up something. Darlink...
er. Mr. McDuck.
Back in this room again?
What do you think you are. Homing pigeons?
Here. Keep Scrooge happy. Eat. Then get back to work.
Well. What are you waiting for? Eat your soup while it's still alive.
Aah! Something in that soup snatched a cracker!
Cracker'? Cracker snatched? (gasps)
- Do you think...? - Yeah! Mrs. Beakley's been cracker.
Er. Quacker snatched - taken over by aliens like in that movie.
(burp from soup)
Excuse me. Mrs. Beakley. My readers deserve a real scoop.
- What's Scrooge really like? - He is fool!
- And what about the boys? - More fools!
And I was a fool for ever springing them from jail!
Oh, wait, boys. Tell me what you think of your Uncle Scrooge.
We don't have time! We've got to stop Mrs. Beakley!
She's been quacker snatched!
Aliens from another planet took ever her body! You might be next!
You've got to warn the world!
We'll split up. Huey. You search downstairs while Louie and I search upstairs.
Whoever finds Mrs. Beakley. Keep an eye on her.
Aah!
- How did you get up here? - And how can you eat that stuff?
Easy. Although. That soup did put up quite a fight.
(burps)
- Hey. How come you sound different? - What? I always burp that way.
Well, dmen guys, let's get on with the plan. We've gets a world to take ever.
- Oh. No! He's an alien. Too! - We can't let him getaway!
Hey! What gives? Help!
Well. Did you find it?
- Find what? - Scrooge's first dime. You fool!
How do you expect me to take over world without it?
Hi. Mrs. Beakley!
(both scream)
- Well? - (9/68/18)
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!
Ohh!
Louie! Dewey!
That dime's gotta be here somevvheres.
Duh. It's not over here.
Am I glad to see you guys!
We've gotta get the number-one dime outta here!
- Burger. Ya did it! - Who? Did what?
Wait till Magica sees this! Yahoo!
What is all the racket in here?
The dime! At last. It is mine!
Come on. Burger. Move it!
(gulps)
Bring chubby chins along.
I don't want her blabbing to Scrooge until my plan is finished.
Now. Back to Mount Vesuvius...
to rule the vvorldl!
Rule the world. Evermore! Avvk!
Sheer-ah. She gets so carried away.
You've got to believe me. This is not a typical day around here.
Why. Usually it's so peaceful you can hear a pin drop.
(thud)
Ugh! What are you boys doin' to poor Huey?
- He's not Huey. Uncle Scrooge. - He's an alien!
I've heard enough of this nonsense!
No. You can't let him go! He's been quacker snatched!
My nephews and I just love to play cowboys and Indians!
Woo-vvoo-woo-woo! Woo-vvoo-woo-woo!
Hey. Toots. Hows about zappin' us back to our handsome selves?
These feathers are beginning to itch.
Potions. Elixirs. And bright full moons...
This'll make a nice cover photo for Duckweek. Scrooge and his nephews...
turn these ducklings back into unshaven goons!
Playing Beagle Boys and Indians.
Beagle Boys? Burger! What are you doin' in my mansion?
- And where's Huey? - My lips are zipped. Scroogie.
Nothing you do will make me spill the beans.
- Oh. Yeah? How about no supper? - You got me.
OK. This was all Magica De SpelFs idea!
She's got big plans for that dime of yours.
My number-one dime? Come on. Kids. We've got to stop her.
Hey. What about supper?
Witches and twitches. Zap this little duck.
Turn him back into a big. Dumb cluck!
How comes you can't change Burger back from a duck?
Why? Because he is duck. You fool!
Uh-oh! Wait! My readers deserve the real scoop!
Glad I studied knot-busting in Junior Woodchucks.
Mrs. Beakley. Wake up!
Aah! Get away from me. You... you. Beagle Boy!
Shh! It's me. Huey. The real Huey.
I'm gonna get us outta here.
We've got to stop her and get back Uncle Scrooge's dime!
Gracious! How?
Let's fight fire with fire!
Huey. How many times have I told you. Don't play with matches.
No. Not real fire. Watch!
Who let him loose? Get that brat. You goons!
Help me. Mrs. Beakley! Help me!
Take that. You bully!
Ha-ha-ha!
Oh. Yeah? Well. Take that. Ya little chicken!
(ducks)
Stop it! Give me that magic dust. You fools!
Quit your squawkin'!
(squawks)
Well. Well. How does it feel now?
Oh. Dear. Let's see...
(roaring)
Hurry. Mrs. Beakley. Before I get a rump roast!
Hocus-pocus. Abracadabra. Whatever.
Clfipg!
Enough! (Squaw/ks)
Hey!
(grunting)
Let go. You old witch!
Wait! Let go of my nephew. Magica.
And give me back my dime. I'm warning you!
No, I'm warning you, evermore! (squawks)
One more move. Scrooge.
And the Beagle Boys are going to get very rough with your nephew.
Magica. I'm begging you. Let the lad go.
And I'll give you my number-one dime.
What are you talking about?
You don't think I'd keep my real number-one dime out
where anyone could steal it. Do you?
You mean. This is phony?
I wouldn't give you a nickel for that dime.
Very well. We will trade. This kid for that dime.
Well. Don't just sit there! Let's take over the world!
Oh. It's good to have everyone safe and sound.
- This is my real family. Miss Walters. - What a story!
“Millionaire gives up most prized possession to save his family.“
Who said I gave up my most prized possession?
I got my real lucky dime back. The old svvitcheroo!
And all it cost me was a dime!
I didn't get rich by being stupid.
(coughing)
- What happened? - The spell backfired!
That was a phony dime! My amulet isn't worth ten cents!
(Magica) You haven't seen the last of me. Scrooge McDuckl.
One way or another. I'll rule the world!
(laughing maniacally)
(all) She gets so carried away!
(laughter)
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