(I "DuckTales" theme)
I Life is like a hurricane
I Here in Duckburg
I Racecars. Lasers. Aeroplanes
I It's a duck blur
I Might solve a mystery
I or rewrite history.
S' DuckTales Ooh-ooh
I Every day they're out there making.
S' DuckTales Ooh-ooh.
S' Tales of derring-do. Bad and good luck tales.
S' D-D-D-Danger! 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
I Every day they're out there making.
S' DuckTales Ooh-ooh.
S' Tales of derring-do. Bad and good luck tales
I Ooh-ooh
I Not ponytails or cottontails. No.
S' DuckTales Ooh-ooh.
Uncle Scrooge! Uncle Scrooge!
I'm having a few close toys over for a tea party. Wanna come?
Sorry. Darlin'. I'm up to my beak in money-making schemes.
It's a free tea party. Uncle Scrooge.
I'll take an l.O.U. (grunts)
Right now I've got to open me first shipment of Irish linen
from the Emerald Isle. (Grunts)
I can't wait to see the happy faces of my customers when they see it
and the happy face on me when they pay for it.
(laughs/ka-ching)
(grunts/raspberries)
- (boys) Quackaroonie! - Is it a ghost?
No. It must be some kind o' animal.
An animal. Am I? Why. I'll caramelize every one of ya!
Ohh!
It's a cute little leprechaun!
Come one step closer. And my fist will do an Irish jig on your face.
Oops! Oofl.
(Scrooge gasps) Don't let him slip into me vault!
Sweet Mother McCreel.
Why. Sure and this must be the pot of gold at the end of a giant rainbow!
Keep your hands off my cash.
He didn't say a thing about hats. (Giggles)
(both gasp)
- Why. You pint-sized little... - Don't hurt him. Uncle Scrooge!
He's just a little thing. Like me!
We got him. Uncle Scrooge!
No. You didn't. 'Cause I did!
Just like I wanted you to. Charming princess.
(gasps) 'Tis that huge Irish monster King O' Kong!
Why. There's nobody... there!
Something scared him away.
Curse me kilts!
- (Webby) What's he doing? - (Huey) Counting his money.
He can tell in five seconds if even one penny is missing.
I've been robbed of my favorite $200.26!
(singsong) Whoa-hon hon-hon hon!
Ha-ha-ha-ha. Bleah!
Oof! Whoa!
Sufferin' shamrocks! Giant metal monsters!
We've gotta save him. Uncle Scrooge!
Aye. So we can have him hauled off to jail.
'Tis the end of the world!
I'll never steal from that rowdy bunch again.
Gotcha! Ha! There's something about catching a thief that's very uplifting.
(both) Whoa'.!
Ooh! Aah!
UVhoo-hee-hee! Whoa!
(coughs/sputters)
There. There. You're safe now.
Oh. Thank goodness. I was running because I was so scared.
You see. I've never been away from home before. (Fakes sob)
I'm Fadoragh. And you're beautiful.
I'm Scrooge McDuck. And you're under arrest.
Oh. Please have mercy. I only have a few more hours to live.
(fakes cough)
He's sick. Uncle Scrooge.
I'm sure they'll take good care of him in the county jail. The little thief.
(kisses)
Thief? Thief?!
I'll have you know I swiped that wee bit o' cash out of the kindness of my heart.
I just wanted to buy a new doll for this darling little angel here.
- You like dolls. Too? - Why. Yes. My darling. Ever so much.
By any chance would you like to come to a tea party at our mansion?
Why. Darling. I'd love to! Tea parties at mansions are my favorite things!
Quackaroonie! You sure have a big appetite.
Aye. And your pockets have big appetites. Too.
Sure and I wanted to bring some crumbs home to me 25 brothers and sisters.
We all live in one room. You know.
With only one potato a olay to split between 25 of us.
(sniffles) We're so sick of French fries.
(blows nose)
- Aw. - Ohh.
- He's a riot! - He's a scoundrel.
He's a poor little pixie who needs our help.
You should visit the Emerald Isle. Princess Webby.
It's got castles on every corner.
And a secret cavern known only to us leprechauns.
Filled with jewels and gold beyond your wildest dreams.
Hmm...
Maybe two can play at this game of trickery.
Ahem. Bah!
You leprechauns are all liars. Why. Legend has it you can grant wishes. Too.
- But that's all a bunch of ba-Iarney. - 'Tis true.
If you save a leprechaun's life. He'll grant you any fairy wish you please.
Then I demand a fairy wish, 'cause I saved you fair-y and square-y.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
What might your teensy. Weensy. Insignificant little wish be?
I'll tell you just as seen as we get to the Emerald Isle.
(Launchpad) If you're goin' to a green land. You might as well turn green yourself.
You think I'll fit in with those little green men?
Of course. I've always thought you should be sent to the moon.
Thanks.
Oh. There is is - my home. Sweet home.
Aah.
There's the home of King Brian. Richest monarch in all the world.
And my best friend.
Uh. Uh...
Bah! You're lying.
No king could be worth more than a few shamrocks in this one-mule town.
Why. You've only dreamt of such riches. McDuck.
I'll believe it when I see it... and swim in it.
Aah.
I've never swam in someone else's money before.
It's fun. Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Crasharoonie! How'd you like an easy chair like this in front of your TV?
Ah. It certainly would be cozy. All I need is a channel-changer.
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Hey. A golden retriever. Ha-ha-ha-ha.
- Too bad your best friend isn't home. - Uh. Yes.
But if he were here. I'm sure he'd say...
(man) Charge!
Oh. It's your best friend.
Get the rotten. Stinking thieves.
(leprechaun) Come on. Let's get 'em!
(leprechauns shouting)
Throw them in the snake pit for a thousand years... and a day!
He's bluff in'. Mr. McD.
Everyone knows there aren't any snakes on the Emerald Isle.
On the isle. No. In the isle - oh. But definitely.
(Scrooge gasps)
Th-Th-This is a mistake.
Being thrown in a snake pit is always a mistake.
Especially if the snake pit has a bunch of snakes in it!
Wait, wait! Your best friend Fardoragh invited us here.
(all) Fardoragh'? (Spit)
- That conniving con artist? - That sneaky sticky fingers?
- That rat? - That thief?
- That bum? - I think we're in trouble.
(all hiss)
(hissing)
Did you bring them in? Tell me the truth. You infamous liar!
Sure and I had to. Your Kingyship.
They were gonna tar and feather me - with their ovvn feathers.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Huh. Then I guess we can't feed them to the snakes.
We never have any fun.
But we'll have a great big party to welcome them here.
- Yeah! - Let's have a party!
(I electronic jig/rhythmic clapping)
(male leprechaun) Hey. Bravo! Whoa!
(female leprechaun) Yew'.!
- (music stops) - Thank you. Thank you.
(leprechaun trio laughs) What a ridiculous outfit.
Yeah!
I bet you've never seen anything like this before.
Are you kidding? I have one just like it. Only bigger.
Isn't it nice how well they're getting along?
Oh. Yeah? Well. I'm the richest little person in the Emerald Isle.
I'm the richest duck in the world.
And I could put this whole castle in one wee corner of my money bin.
Well. I could put your whole money bin in one wee corner of my golden caverns.
Correction: my golden caverns.
I have a fairy promise from him for any wish my heart desires.
And I want the golden caverns!
(overlapping chatter)
Have you lost your tiny mind? The golden caverns have been ours since time began.
He-He tricked me. He did.
By law, we have to give him his wish.
Unless. Of course. He were to change his mind.
Just leave it to me. Your Moneybags.
(gulps)
'Tis the grandest room in the castle.
Why. I had to sell all me worldly goods. Performed death-defying feats
and say “please. Please. Please“ to get it for ya.
And this is the thanks I get?
It's just a wee bit o' leprechaun insurance.
So you don't accidentally flee the country without granting my wish.
Why are always so mean to Fardoragh. Uncle Scrooge? He's my friend.
Webby. Webby. My darling. You're wasting your kindness on this rogue.
He's a thief and a liar.
And he doesn't tell the truth very often. Either.
(Qargling)
- Crash on the couch. Launchpad. - All right. All right.
I know I won't get any sleep. (snoring)
Woodchucks plan 999.
We've camped overnight with Launchpad before.
(snores/Dewey whistles)
- (Louie) Quack. - (Huey) Quack.
(snoring/whistling/quacking)
Here. This'll keep you warm.
Why. Thank ya. Princess Webby.
- Good night. - Good night... Princess.
(snoring/Whistiinglquacking continues)
(hoof beats)
Leave the Emerald Isle. Or you may lose your head!
Heh-heh-heh-ha-hah!
Mr. McD...
Yeow! Ooh-hoo-hoo-ee!
Hold your horses. Lads. Easy.
A-A-And then it crashed right through the vvall! (Stammers)
You were just dreaming about your life. Launchpad.
It wasn't a dream. McDuck. You'd better leave the country before it comes back.
- I'll start packing. - No need for that.
The boys will be on guard duty the rest of the night.
(snoring/quacking)
(ghostly moan)
- Go back to sleep. - I am asleep.
(ghostly moan)
- (gasps) Wh-What is that? - (Huey) It's flying.
So it's either Launchpad or a witch! And Launchpacfs much better-looking!
(Louie) Who is it?
(wailing)
Why. That's the banshee of Loch Lomond.
She wails like that when something terrible is about to happen.
Woodchucks plan number 5.079:
Block the witch in the window with a big piece of furniture.
(all grunt)
(screams)
(coughs/groans)
How'd it go?
- (blows raspberry) They scared me. - Same here.
Sure and Fardoragh is not pa yin' us enough to haunt this house.
Ah. Let's go home. I have a headache.
(King Brian) You failed me. You failure!
But-But. Your Kinginess. They tied me up
and they used... Woodchuck plan 5.079.
Oh. Spare me your outrageous lies!
Take him to the golden caverns if you must.
But just make sure he never comes out.
Or you'll never come out. If you know what I mean.
Mr. McD. I don't look stupid in this horsy riding outfit. Do I?
- No more than usual. Launchpad. - Whew.
Uncle Scrooge. I still don't know
why you're making them give you those golden caverns if they don't want to.
Uh. Uh...
Webby. You'll understand someday when you're older. Wiser and. Uh...
- Greedier. - Thank you. Launchpad.
You ready, lads? And away we go!
Not so fast. 'Doragh! After him.
Wait for me!
Oh. No!
You won't get away from me. You slippery little sneak!
Here! Let me get you off the hook!
Ouch!
No more of your tricks. Fardoragh.
Take me to the golden caverns and take me now.
Oh. If you insist.
(sniffing)
Gold! I can smell it a mile away!
C-c-careful!
- (gasps) Now we're trapped! - Don't try to fool me.
You wouldn't stop yourselves from getting at your own treasure.
Oh, yes, we would. Run for your life!
- Yow! - H00... Ooh hoo-hoo hoo ohh!
- Jump! - But-But-But we might be killed!
If we don't, we'll be mashed by that potato!
Sweet Mother McReel.
- Ohh... boo-boo boo-boo... - Whoa!
(both screaming)
00f!
Now. That's what I call a happy landing.
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
This place makes my money bin look like piggy bank. No. Make that a piglet bank.
The treasure of the little people - our heritage. Our pride and joy.
And it's mine. All mine. Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Ha! I'm a multi-zulti-zillionaire! Wa-ha vva-ha-ha-ha!
(Pants)
(grunts) I'm not as strong as I was before I became a multi-zulti-zillionaire.
Ah. That's better.
Och. I hate doing this. But I'll be back with reinforcements.
Oh. No. Aah!
Phew.
Well. You won't be needing me anymore. So I'm...
Not until you grant me another fairy wish for saving your life again.
Oh. Not again.
I want your oath that you won't touch this handkerchief that marks the secret spot.
- Sure and I'd be doing you a favor if I... - Do you promise?
Aye. I promise.
Launchpad. Boys!
Make sure he never comes out. Make sure he never comes out.
Why. He's just as greedy a trickster as me.
There's not one wee reason I shouldn't have done what I did.
Fardoragh. Guess what.
How should I know? I had nothing to do with it. I swear. I...
I found a four-leaf clover. (Giggles)
Ohh!
And I want you to have it, 'cause you're such a loyal, thoughtful, wonderful friend.
(solos) I can't stand it no more.
Oh. Princess Webby. Sure and I'm not the good friend you think I am.
Because of me. Your uncle is going to... he's going to...
(sobbing) ...have a terrible day!
Sorry about the delay. Mr. McD. You see. I...
You can perform an instant replay of your crash later. Launchpad.
Oh, I can't wait to dive in again into millions and billions and billions of...
handkerchiefs?
Handkerchiefs?
Oh. Hi. Uncle Scrooge.
(stammers)
Webbigail. What are you doing?
Fardoragh asked me to help him decorate the forest.
Fa rcloragh?!
(sobs/coughs/stammers)
But. Uncle Scrooge. He told me if I didn't do this. You'd have a terrible day.
What kind o' day does it look like I'm having now?
(groans)
He tricked you. Webbigail. Ooh. I told you.
You were a fool being nice to that slippery little shyster.
If it weren't for her kindness to me.
This is just how terrible your day would have been.
(all gasp)
Webbigail. L-|-l don't know what to say.
I know what you want to say, Mr. MoD. She was right, you were wrong.
She was wise. You were a fool.
You were greedy. Selfish. Rude. A great. Big meany...
We get the idea. Launchpad!
Hey. Since Webby saved your life. You oughta grant her a wish. Uncle Scrooge.
That's a good idea. I think so. Too.
- All right. My darlin'. What'll it be? - Um. Uh...
I'd like to invite a friend to stay at our house for the whole summer!
All right. Who is this lucky tyke?
No! Oh. No!
Anyone but him! Anything but that!
You made a promise. Uncle Scrooge.
Oh!
Can“ get ya to change your wish'?
They never do. McDuck. They never do.
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