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[man] Last time on DuckTales...
Now that's what I call a cash flow!
Scrooge gets his money back from the Beagle Boys
with the help of his new accountant,
Fenton Crackshell.
Here's another nickel, Dewey.
To keep the Beagle Boys from stealing it again,
Scrooge hires Gym Gearloose to build a robot.
Oh, this I like!
Inf ruder!
But the robot won't let anyone near Scrooge's money.
Scrooge's only hope is Fenton Crackshell's new secret identity.
- What's your name? - Just call me GizmoDuck!
I see you.
Hurt, maim, destroy.
[gulps] Well, I see you too, GICU2.
But I've got a dime to deposit. And nothing's gonna stop me. Step aside.
All right, you've forced me to use weapons the Pentagon is afraid of.
Uh-oh, the instruction book! I lost it!
I don't suppose you'd mind meeting back here after lunch?
[explosions and laser fire]
Ever consider putting this dime in a loafer instead?
Remember, Gizmoduck you're a state of the art duck.
Right! Of course I am.
I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.
Out of my way, fender face.
Or I'll give you my quacker blaster.
Think you can hurt me with 2,364 projectiles, eh?
Well, take this!
[truck horn honking]
[louder horn blasting]
Maybe this damsel in distress button will do the trick.
You wouldn't dare hit a lady, would you?
All right, how about a lady wearing glasses?
How about a...
I don't suppose I have some vacation time coming.
Not on my payroll.
All right, you leave me no choice.
I'll have to push all my buttons.
[shouting]
[bells jingling]
Congratulations, GizmoDuck.
At last, my bin runneth over.
And I've got the best security guard in the world to watch over it.
[groans] You mean it? That job is mine?
Aye! You can start first thing in the morning.
[jubilant music plays]
Fine.
Not so fast! In case of emergency, how can I get a hold of you?
Call me. 555-GZMO.
This phony elbow is more phone than elbow.
Yippee! Yahoo!
I'm a metal somebody!
Do I know that voice?
Hi, Mom. Look what I'm wearing.
Fenton, did you join a heavy metal band?
No. I'm Scrooge McDuck's security guard. Aren't you happy for me?
I'll be happy when these Quacker Jacks are off the floor.
No problemo.
Say, if I ever cleaned that would come in handy.
Why, that's not all.
I've got a mop-o-matic, a digital zucchini slicer,
a turbo charged beet saucer, and a country twanging toast timer!
♪ It's 9:00 Your toast is burned I
[rode-is]
Nine! I gotta go to bed. Big day ahead tomorrow.
Goodnight, Mama.
- [clattering] - What's all the racket?
[Fenton] I can't get this stupid...
thing off!
Have you tried a crowbar?
Careful, Mama! You'll tweak my transistors.
Try something else.
I know!
My makeup remover!
A jackhammer?
- [mother] S-S-Sure. UV-UV-Why not? - [Fenton] Did my suit come loose?
No, but my false teeth did.
What am I gonna do?
Sleep in the carport, that's what.
[Fenton] But Mama!
[beeping]
Halt! Who goes there?
Don't shoot! It's just us, Uncle Scrooge's nephews.
Sorry, kids. I guess I got up on the wrong side of the Buick this morning.
What can I do for you?
Let us become presidents of the official GizmoDuck fan club.
Really?
Uncle Scrooge told us how you clobbered the GICU2.
He called you a metal wonder.
Oh, shucks. I wouldn't say wonder.
Marvel, maybe. Or, uh, Iron Clad Crusader?
Perhaps wrought iron, weapon bearing, wheeled warrior of worthiness.
Well, whoever you are, will you autograph our posters?
Sure. I'm a fan of anyone who's a fan of mine.
Say, my shift is almost over.
How about I give you fellas a ride home?
All right!
- Whee! - Gizmo thunder!
I'll never ride my bike again.
- Help! - Uh-oh.
Super buns did it again.
[cracking]
Thanks, Mr. Metal Man.
No problem, little trooper.
But remember this safety tip:
When you ride a teeter-totter, wear your seatbelt.
Yes, sir!
What seat belt?
Everybody off. And remember, Gizmo Buddies,
GizmoDuck says brush your beaks between meals, don't sass your elders
and never wear your jammies in a bubble bath.
You bet, GizmoDuck, you're the greatest!
[Big Time] GizmoDuck is the worst!
We'll never steal Scrooge's money bin for Ma with that metal goon bot around.
I second that motion.
Yeah and I, four, uh, fourth...
ninth... [stammers] Yeah, me too.
So we'll have to make Scroogie give it to us instead.
Yeah! How we gonna do that?
[groans] With a brilliant plan.
- [music on TV] - Mama! You won't believe it!
I got my own fan club.
And I've got my lucky lotto numbers coming up, so be quiet.
This is important. Shut off that TV and listen.
All right, but if my number comes up,
I'll never get those chinchilla slippers I've always wanted.
Mama! The remote control! Look what you did!
Too bad your father didn't see this.
He thought I was worthless.
[telephone ringing]
Hello? Hello?
I think your elbow is ringing.
Hello? I mean, hello?
GizmoDuck, meet me at the Statue of Duckburg.
The Beagle Boys are at it again.
Beagle Boys? Not them again.
I mean, right away, Mr. McDuck.
Oh, no! How does this thing go together?
The hipbone's connected to the axle rod,
The axle rod's connected to the camshaft...
[buoy bell ringing]
The Beagle Boys barricaded themselves inside, Mr. McDuck, with hostages.
Are you sure my nephews are up there?
Oh, yes, they were going for a visit.
What would the Beagle Boys want with the statue, anyway?
Listen up, McDuck.
Give us your money bin or it's going to get very ugly up here.
You wouldn't dare torture innocent people.
Oh, yeah?
We'll make them listen to bagpipe music.
- [playing bagpipes] - [shouting]
Help us, Uncle Scrooge! Help us!
It's inhuman. It's ghastly. It's...
It's My Filly of the Firth of Forth. I'd know that bonnie tune anywhere.
Oh, this is worse than the terrorist
who held the city attorney hostage with an accordion.
Somebody's got to help these poor people!
I've got to get this suit back on!
Hey, wait a minute.
If this made the suit fall off, maybe it can make it go back on. Try it.
What station?
Any station. Channel five.
- [music plays] - Look! Gilligandefs Island.
Let's watch.
There's no time! Try channel seven.
- [man] Second and third... - Eight!
- I bet it's a warrant for my arrest. - I'm desperate. Try PBS.
What about all those doodads and doohickeys on the suit?
Oh! Good idea!
Help me try them.
Oh, no!
And that was good imitation paneling!
Now look what you've done!
And it's almost time for The Ducks of Hazzard.
Blabbering blatherskite!
Fenton! What's happening?
Mama! You did it!
Get me out of here!
I'm not sleeping in the carport.
- [bagpipe music plays] - [crowd groaning]
No! Let me go!
I'd rather jump. I can't take anymore!
Where is GizmoDuck?
It must be something you said.
A secret word.
Here goes. Ducks Of Hazzard?
Now look what you've done?
Oh, blabbering blatherskite! What can it be?
Who would've thought a stupid word like blabbering...
Don't say it!
I've gotta go put those Beagle Boys behind bars where they belong!
- [bagpipe music continues] - GizmoDuck's here!
Never fear, Mr. McDuck.
I'll stop those bagpipe blowing Beagle bamboozlers!
Save the adjectives and get to it.
Right! But first I need two giant scoops of ice cream,
with chocolate topping flown in.
Drop the dip!
[playing bagpipes]
Ice cream! Oh!
Big creamy ice cream! [Giggles]
No, Burger! Don't fall for those dips, you dip!
It's GizmoDuck! We're saved!
[cheering]
[screaming]
For meritorious service,
I decorate you with the Duckburg stainless steel, super sleuth award.
[cheering and applause]
[clamoring]
Sorry, ladies, but Gandra Dee is the one for me.
[clamoring]
GizmoDuck fan club!
Get your memberships here!
[woman] The robbery was stopped in progress
by local Duckburg hem, GizmoDuck.
In other news, GizmoDuck was...
GizmoDuck this, GizmoDuck that!
I'll be stuck in the kitchen for weeks
baking weapons to spring my boys from the slammer.
What's this?
"How To Be A GizmoDuck In Six Easy Lessons."
Now this is a recipe book I can use.
[cackling]
Got a pie here for Megabyte Beagle.
From your mom.
What'd she send this time?
A peach crowbar cobbler?
A Boston cremation pie?
Nope. Metal meringue pie, wire cutters and a tuning fork.
The perfect escape device. First I tie in the prison PA system,
then I connect the tuning fork.
Using your dental apparatus as a resonator,
I will strike the fork, creating the pitch necessary to activate the doors.
Which can be tripped by the right frequency.
Say it in Beagle talk.
We're breakin' out of here. Now say "ah".
[strikes pitch note]
[note blaring]
[alarm ringing]
A piece of cake.
Escape! Escape!
So what do you think? Can you use that book to stop the metal meddler?
It's probable, the right frequency
should be able to interface with the micro processor,
and redirect his primary electronic commands.
Say it in Beagle talk!
We've got it made in the shade.
Putting you through college was worth every dollar I stole.
I have to go to work now, Mama!
But Let's Make A Squeal is coming on.
- [pig squealing] - Sorry. I have another big day.
But Fenton, we never spend any time together.
Gee, Mama, you never wanted to spend time with me before.
You never had a TV in your chest before.
Is that all you think I am? A home entertainment system?
Blabbering blatherskite!
See, Mama? I'm more than just Fenton Crackshell. I'm somebody.
I'm GizmoDuck! An invincible galvanized doer of good!
- Hey! My batteries are dead. - Uh-oh.
Guess I shouldn't have watched The Late Late Show last night.
Oh, Mother!
Don't get your crankshaft out of kilter.
This won't hurt a bit.
What won't hurt? What are you gonna do?
[Electricity crackling]
Thanks for the jumpstart, Mama!
[woman] Good morning, Duckburg.
I'm Webra Walters.
And today we come to you from Scrooge McDuck's money bin.
Home of Duckburg's newest and best-known crime fighter, GizmoDuck.
I'm sure our viewers would enjoy a demonstration of GizmoDuck's abilities.
Let's start with the laser cannon.
Right. It'll cut through any solid object. Watch.
Ooh! Very impressive.
If you like that, you'll love his boomerang bazooka.
Let's give the show a few technical difficulties
with my GizmoDuck remote control.
You can water the lawn later, GizmoDuck. Let's see the bazooka like we promised.
I'm trying, sir!
This is the best video game I ever played!
Watch me give that hot shot a hot seat.
Just a wee joke. After all, he is the toast of Duckburg.
Where do you think you're going?
Wish I knew, sir! Bye bye!
Uh, this is Webra Walters saying, good morning, and I quit!
Watch, mommy dearest. Time for a little shopping spree.
[clamoring]
Sorry!
Hey! I saw those first!
Oh, excuse me!
This is better than the Home Shopping Network.
Let me play with him for a while.
Just thought of some other things I need.
Pardon me.
Please don't think ill of me. This isn't my fault!
Excuse me! Just a little case of Jekyll and Hyde. That's all.
Oh! I've always wanted a pink Thunderduck!
Let's borrow it. Permanently.
Oh, Sandra, would you believe you've stolen my heart?
So is that any reason to steal my car?
Please! Forgive me.
I know actions speak louder than words,
but it's not me who's doing this.
I mean, it is, but it isn't.
[playing soft music]
Why am I wasting time with this small change?
Let's go after the megabucks, Megabyte!
[crowd] Save Duckburg! Stop GizmoDuck!
Save Duckburg! Stop GizmoDuck!
GizmoDuck's a monster.
Who knows what he might do next?
[engine revving]
GizmoDuck! What are you doing here?
I'm not sure, sir. But I bet we'll find out.
What's the meaning of this?
How dare you!
My sentiments exactly.
You robotic ruffian.
Oh, please forgive me, Mr. McDuck.
I just can't believe GizmoDuck is a criminal.
[Dewey] Yeah. It's like someone else is pushing his buttons or something.
Uncle Scrooge! We're home.
[muffled yelling]
[gasping]
That good for nothing GizmoDuck!
Look what he did!
But why would he tie you up, Uncle Scrooge?
He wants something.
What?
Mother was right. I should have stuck with bean counting.
Here, money bin! Come to mama!
[man] Next on DuckTales...
Make me look like a million bucks. I'm rich!
I want me bin back! [Crying]
You're under arrest, Scrooge.
[screaming]