(I "DuckTales" theme)
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.
J“ Duck Ta lea. 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 onto 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 cottontails. No. DuckTales
I Ooh-ooh
(TV) So in today's news. Unconfirmed reports of a giant sea monster
sighted near the Marinara Trench.
- This is the third sighting of the msyter... - Wow!
I thought sea monsters were only fish stories.
Yeah. Like the Loch Ness monster and straight-A report cards.
Listen. He's talking about Uncle Scrooge.
Entire three cubic-acres of cash overseas.
With the Macaroon Money Match only a Week away.
Everyone is Wondering who '3 the richest -
Scrooge McDuck or Flintheal'! Glomgold?
Uncle Scrooge will beat that hotheaded old penny-pincher!
Don't say “hot?
The air-conditionefs busted and there's not an ice cube in the house.
I know! Let's go over to Uncle Scrooge's new ice cream factory.
Maybe we can mooch a free sample.
Scrooge's 131 Flavors Ice Cream.
Boy. Uncle Scrooge sure put up this factory fast.
Maybe he's trying to make a few extra bucks before the contest.
You kids. Scram!
- But we're Huey! - Dewey!
And Louie! Uncle Scrooges nephews.
I don't care if you're Frosty the Snovvmads sister.
Mr. McDuck left explicit instructions for nobody to be let in.
And that means you nobodies. Too.
- What a grouch! - Ah. Forget him.
Let's flag down an ice cream truck.
Yon-hon! Ice cream man! Hey, stop!
What a rude dude!
Here comes another one!
Hey. There! Wait! Are you blind?!
Something fishy is going on here.
Let's tell Uncle Scrooge!
It's dinnertime. Can vve eat yet?
Now, Webbigail, we should wait a few more minutes.
- It's bad manners to... - Mrs. Beakley!
- Where... Where's Uncle Scrooge? - We gotta find him!
He's at the airport loading his money and won't be back till tomorrow morning.
- We need to talk to him right away! - Freeze!
Mr. McDuck left strict instructions not to be disturbed. Now sit down!
- Aw, shoot! - Now can we eat?
(snoring. Mumbling)
(truck approaches)
Ice cream trucks?!
What are they doing out at this time of night?
Not pushing tooty fruity. That's for sure.
Those drivers are up to no good or I'm a three-teed eggplant.
We gotta check this out for Uncle Scrooge.
Easy as Eskimo Pie!
It sure is warm in here for an ice cream truck.
Let's check out these freezers.
Whoa!
- That's not pistachio-bubble-gum-fudge! - Nope - just plenty of cold. Hard cash!
Cash?! These guys are stealing Uncle Scrooge's money!
- Whafll we do? - Let's see where they're taking it.
(Huey) Hey. We're down at the docks!
(Dewey) And the trucks are automatically loading the money onto that ship.
(Louie) Look. That man working the controls must be the ringleader!
Let's see what he has to say for himself.
Help yourself to this. Sticky fingers!
Ugh!
OK. Buster. Now you're gonna answer a few questions.
(93-39-5) Uncle Scrooge!
- Boys! - (all) What are you doing here?
You men you're stealing your own money?
Shush. Boys. Keep very. Very quiet.
That Flintheart Glomgold has spies everywhere.
I don't trust that old piker any farther than I can kick him!
I get it. This is all a trick!
The fake ice cream factory. The remote-control trucks...
You're moving your cash by ship. Not airplane.
That's right. In two boatloads of ice cream.
That's really slick. Uncle Scrooge. Nobody will ever know.
I know. That's why I am the richest duck in the world.
- Please pass the syrup. Webby. Darling. - Yes. Uncle Scrooge.
- Not until everyone is ready. Webby. Dear. - But...
Uncle Scrooge. Mr. Wimpleman is here to see ya!
My accountant? Show him in.
- Top of the morning to you. Mr. McDuck. - What is it. Wimpleman?
- I have good news and bad news. Sir. - What's the bad news?
Some goods from one of your factories got lost.
What? Then what's the good news, man?
- It was only a boatload of ice cream. - Ice cream sank?
- A sea monster was sighted in the... - A sea monster ate my ice cream?
A sea monster ate my ice cream! No!
(whimpers)
A sea monster ate my ice cream!
"A sea monster" ate my ice cream!
A sea monster ate my ice cream!
Ooh! That must have been some ice cream!
No. You don't understand! This wasn't ice cream.
This was half his fortune!
A sea monster ate my ice cream!
Now I'll never get to eat.
A sea monster ate my ice cream!
- Stop him! Grab him. Quick! - Hold him down!
It's all right now. Boys. I got it out of my system.
There's not a second to lose! We're leaving to salvage my fortune!
The ship should be right below us.
- Be careful down there. - Watch out for the sea monster!
Nonsense. Webby. There is no such thing as sea monsters.
Come on. Boys.
I don't see any sailboat ships around. My money must be safe.
(gasps)
- What's going on here? - Halt!
But I'm Scrooge McDuck, and I own this ship.
Sorry. Sir. This ship is officially quarantined by the Navy.
That's my ship. And I am going down there.
I have orders to shoot anyone who gets too close. Sir.
Why you mop-hugging. Barnacle-brained jarhead!
- I'll tear off your... - Don't. Uncle Scrooge!
There are less painful ways of getting your money back.
(Huey) See. Uncle Scrooge! This is how Junior Woodchucks walk underwater.
Whoa! It looks like someone bit a hole in the side of the ship.
Preposterous! Let's check on my money.
- It's empty! - My gold! The Navy stole my gold!
(man) Freeze!
(Dewey) Hey. Isn't this Uncle Donald's ship?
Yeah. You're right! Maybe we'll get to say hi!
Admiral Grimitz will see you now.
Where's my cash, you pilfering piranha?
You're squawking up the wrong tree. McDuck. I don't have it.
- Then who does? - I'm sorry. McDuck.
- That's a matter of national security. - Look. You deck ape. I'll call the president!
And you'll be doing KP. Until you're 83.
I know how you feel. Sir. But threats won't do any good.
Listen up. When I set sail with the rest of my fortune -
you just stay out of my way. Come on. Boys.
(door slams)
Lieutenant. Bring in Seaman Donald Duck.
Yes. Sir.
Unfortunately. He's the only man for the job.
Come in. Donald. Come in.
Aye-aye. Sir.
Heh-heh-heh. Don't worry. Donald. Happens all the time.
As you know. Your uncle's ship was sunk.
We think it was done by our new top-secret super sub.
A super sub? Wow!
It was stolen by the sub's inventor. Dr. Horatio Bluebottle.
- How can I help? - Simple.
Keep you uncle out of our hair. Don't let him out of your sight.
- Can you do that? - Yes. Sir!
- I'll let you know everything that happens. - I know you will. Donald.
I know you will.
Very well. Sailor. You may join your uncle and nephews.
Oh. Boy! Kids!
Donald. I'm really glad you got permission to come along
and guard my second money shipment.
Sure! The admiral and I are buddies.
The admiral. Eh! That lunkhead's covering up something. I'll bet.
(whistles)
(Huey) Is Uncle Donald gonna be all right. Mrs. Beakley?
Well. Huey. We'll keep an eye on the freighter and make sure nothing happens.
Do you think I'll get a good picture of the sea monster from here?
Don't be ridiculous. Webby. There's no such thing as a... Oh!
See! I was right! I was right!
That's no monster. That's a killer whale!
- A giant killer whale! - And it's hungry!
(screaming)
Holy Jonah! There is a sea monster! Whoa!
(screaming)
We gotta save them! Uncle Scrooge and Uncle Donald may still be alive!
But how? They were in the hull!
There's the answer! The Navy to the rescue!
(both) We're alive! We're alive!
My own money! It is my own money! Both boatloads!
Hey. This is not sea beast! It's a machine!
- This must be the Navy's stolen sub. - The Navy's stolen sub?
Ah! Well. You see. There was this inventor named Bluebottle...
who designed a Navy super sub in the shape of a giant whale.
- But why a whale? - To out-maneuver anything in the water.
The SS Moby - so fast. Nothing can catch it.
(Louie) But Uncle Donald's in its belly!
(Dewey) Can't you track him with sonar?
Sonic shielding. Invisible to sonar.
- How about torpedoes? - It can dodge 'em.
Then we'll never find Uncle Scrooge.
Oh. Yes. We will. I put a homing device on Donald.
Great! Now we'll hunt that tin fishy!
Wow! A fortress!
There's enough stuff here to sink a fleet! Make that a whole fleet of fleets!
- Look! - That must be the control room.
We've got to stop this madman at whatever cost.
Shh!
It worked like a charm. Mr. Glomgold.
Moby made mincemeat of Scrooge's ships.
(Scottish accent) Terrific. Dr. Bluebottle.
Now just stay down there with the money until I win this cash contest with Scrooge.
Flinthearfs behind this. That swindling swamp duck.
The minute I win. I'll see to it that you win the No-bill Prize.
Yes! The highest honor a scientist can receive!
And I've missed it ten straight years
because I'm always working on top-secret Navy projects.
But I'll fix it so that you Win this year.
Yes! First Einstein. Then Fermi and now Bluebottle! (Laughs)
Right. Then the cover of "Time Magazine." Newsweek.” ”Scientific American.”
- Popular Mechanics. - And remember. You owe it all to me!
Bye!
(computer) Red alert! Red alert!
The Navy! How did they find me?
Computer. Magnify the bridge and give me a snooper sound!
(computer) Yes. Sir.
We'll try our best to stun the sub with depth charges.
Then maybe Bluebottle will surrender.
- But what about Uncle Scrooge? - And Uncle Donald?
Let's hope Dr. Bluebottle hasn't found them.
Scrooge is onboarol? Computer. Find him.
(computer) Video search in progress.
There they are!
- Scrooge McDuckl. - And Donald Duck!
I'm out of here!
Two can play at that game!
No!
Sorry!
Maybe you need to cool off a little.
Enough is enough!
Knock it off. Or I'll kaboom!
Ha-ha-ha! You think that's the self-destruct lever?
- I'll use it! - Attaboy. Donald!
(laughs)
Go right ahead. My hotheaded friend. You'll simply dump all of McDuck's gold
into the deepest trench in the ocean.
My money! Get away from that. You plankhead!
Heh-heh-heh! Let's see if we can keep you wrapped up for a while.
Why. You lowdown... (rants)
- (computer) Dangerous noise levels. - I agree!
(ranting)
And now the game is over. Gentlemen.
I am going to fire you out of the torpedo tubes.
Say hello to Charlie Tuna for me. (laughs)
(explosion)
Navy depth charges? How did they find me?
OK.
Which one of you brought the homing device?
Not me!
What's all this. Then?
Well. It won't do you any good.
- Oh. No! - What happened?
The homing device - it stopped!
- You mean we're sitting ducks? - Ripe for the plucking.
I think it's time I destroyed those destroyers.
(laughs)
Let's play leapfrog.
(screaming)
(squeals)
Whoa! They soaked all our jets. All destroyers. Attack!
(sailor) Aye-aye. Sir.
(Admiral) Holy Navratilova'! Look at that backhand!
(laughs)
Who said scientists don't have a sense of humor?
- When I get my hands on... - Shh!
We've got to stop this sub. It's too maneuverable.
Do you know where the steering mechanism is?
Under us.
Look! He's causing a whirlpool!
Whoa! Whoa!
Ha-ha-ha! They won't take Bluebottle for granted ever again.
Look. The steering mechanism.
- Smash it. Quick! - With what?
- Use your head. Lad! - OK.
That's how he exercises his mind.
(Admiral) He's too agile for us. But maybe vve can get in a lucky shot.
- Destroyer III. Fire depth charges. - (sailor) Aye-aye. Sir.
(Bluebottle) Depth charges?! Ha! I dance around the depth charges!
Nobill Prize here I come!
(computer) Malfunction. Steering mechanism is damaged.
What? It can't be! She won't respond!
No!
(sputters)
We did it! We did it!
Hold your hat. Lad. There's fireworks a-comin'!
We got 'em! Yeah!
(Admiral) Sony. Ma' am. We had to stop that sub.
(crying)
- Think of your friends as heroes. - Maybe they're still alive!
Even if they are, sen, there's no way we can save them.
They've sunk into the Marinara Trench.
- We're going down! - What goes down. Must come up! Right?
No. Lad. I'm afraid it's the other way around.
(computer) Minor oil loss. No major damage.
Great! Once I fi>< the steering. We'll be underway!
Let's get him! Aah!
Stop! You attack me. And we'll never get out of the trench.
- Why not? - Ha! A normal sub can't dive this deep.
- It'd be crushed like an eggshell. - You mean we're stuck down here?
Without me. This boat don't float.
Dream on. Little cowboy.
Oh. No! Not the eject lever!
(Scrooge) Going up'?
(all) Look!
Well. I'll be! They're back. Open fire!
- (sailor) Yes. Sir. - Wait! Uncle Scrooge's top hat!
Hold your fire.
(all!) Yay!
Hooray!
Seaman Donald, I want to congratulate you on an act of heroism.
- You'll receive the silver tar for this. - Aw. It was nothing!
Bluebottle is captured. And the Navy has its sub back.
Yeah. But Uncle Scrooge's fortune is gone!
Not gone. Lassie. Just temporarily stored for safekeeping.
But how will you reach it?
Gyro Gearloose will think of something before the deadline.
Besides. At least I know it's out of Flinheart's reach.
Yes. It looks like Flinthearfs evil plot has gone belly-up.
(all laugh)
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