♪ Life is like a hurricane
♪ Here in Duckburg
♪ Racecars, lasers, airplanes
♪ It's a duck-blur
♪ Might solve a mystery
♪ or rewrite history
♪ Duck Tales Ooh-woo-ooh
♪ Every day they're out there making
♪ Duck Tales Ooh-woo-ooh
♪ Tales of derring-do
♪ Bad and good luck tales
♪ D-d-d-danger
♪ Watch behind you
♪ There's a stranger out to find you
♪ What to do? Just grab onto some
♪ Duck Tales Ooh-woo-ooh
♪ Every day they're out there making
♪ Duck Tales Ooh-woo-ooh
♪ Tales of derring-do
♪ Bad and good luck tales Ooh-woo-ooh
♪ Not ponytails or cottontails, no
♪ Duck Tales Ooh-woo-ooh ♪
[birds chirping]
[people chattering indistinctly]
[telephone ringing]
Hello? No, Gridley! I don't want to buy that factory today.
[phones ringing]
No, I do not want to insure my insurance policy!
Yes? A woman suing me for a million dollars
- because I did not tip my hat? - [phones ringing]
Mr. McDuck, there are a lot of people here asking for money,
including some guy looking for a donation to the LTBB.
LTBB? What's that?
The League to Ban Billionaires.
The trouble with having three cubic acres of money
is that everyone wants it. Get rid of them!
I'm Mrs. Sevenchins Snootsbury.
Mr. McDuck must make a donation
to the Home for the Homeless Homing Pigeons.
[all clamoring]
If you could just please let me... Ladies and gentlemen...
Quiet!
As I was saying...
You'll all be taken care of if you'll just step through this door...
into our file room.
What do you mean South Bogia is seizing my oil wells?
You'll hear from my lawyers!
[groaning] Chiselers and glad-handers and deadbeats. It's too much.
I know. I'll hide in the file room.
- Mr. McDuck? - [people shouting]
[muffled pounding]
Ah, bug it! I hate my money!
It's brought me nothing but work, sweat and tears.
The squirrels in the park are happier than me.
Mr. McDuck isn't giving away any more money today!
But he hasn't given away any money yet.
Details, details. Go on, get! Shoo!
Mr. McDuck, they're gone. You can come out now.
- [gibbering] - Interesting.
[chattering]
He's just perfect.
I'm prescribing a mild nerve medicine.
Better prescribe industrial strength, doc.
But this is only putting a Band-Aid on a boo-boo.
The only real cure would be a long vacation away from money.
[gibbering]
Well, the problem is, no matter where he goes, people pester him for money.
Then he should find a place where there is no money,
like Tra La La.
Tra La La? Got to get there. Where?
It's said to be a valley hidden high in the Shimalala mountains,
a land where no one has ever heard of money.
Just what the doctor ordered. I feel better already.
Fine. Here's my bill.
You're a very sick doctor.
That's a big overnight bag, isn't it?
[groaning]
You can never... [grunting] have too much... [gasping]
Dental floss.
- Your GizmoDuck suit? - I don't leave home without it.
And, by the way, when Launchpad pilots,
I want an extra 30 cents an hour hazard pay.
Pay? [Gibbering]
Yikes! Just a little mention of money and you do the hokey-pokey.
Here! Some of your medicine.
[gulping]
[Launchpad] If you guys want to wake up, there are the Himalalas.
[Scrooge] Warm up your radar, Launchpad.
[Launchpad] That's it for this sector, Mr. McD.
If this takes much longer, I'll be working into overtime.
- And that'll cost you. - [Scrooge gibbering]
- [radar beeping] - Something on radar.
It's a round valley and what looks like houses at the bottom.
Could be something. Take us down.
[Huey] Wowee! Hey, look at that!
It's awfully small. Do you think you can find a spot to land?
Launchpad McQuack can land on a dime.
Well, I can crash on a dime.
Hang on, Mr. McD!
Oh, my stars and garters!
[Launchpad] We'll be landing in a few minutes.
Please bring your seat backs to a full upright position.
I'd rather you bring the plane to an upright position.
Look out for that rice paddy!
Easy, Mr. McD. Between you and this plane,
we're gonna end up with steamed rice.
- Uncle Scrooge, look! - Welcome, travelers.
I am the high mucky-duck of Tra La La.
Tra La La! We found it.
Is it true, what I've heard? You have no use for money here?
Eh, please... What is money?
This place might be all it's cracked up to be, after all.
[man] Come, I will show you to your guest quarters.
This is perfect, isn't it, Fenton?
I bet this Himalala Hilton costs a pretty penny.
But you are our guests. This house is on the house.
Now for the real test.
A little gratuity under the table.
Oh, no, no. We don't need pieces of paper.
Here in Tra La La we are happy to help one another.
Paradise!
Hmm, a place with no money doesn't make sense.
Or dollars, for that matter.
Gulp! And as an accountant, the only thing I can count on
is being out of a job!
This place smells as phony as a three-dollar lobster.
It's got to be a hoax of some kind.
This getup ought to help me get the lowdown on this place.
Even dear old mama wouldn't recognize me.
Good day, Mr. Fenton.
Huh. Lucky guess.
Hall of records.
I'll either find the truth in there, or Engelbert Humperdinck's greatest hits.
Uh-huh, these records go back hundreds of years.
[woman] 'Scuse me.
Uh, I was reading our inspiring history.
Oh, I am glad to get you any book you'd like, Mr. Fenton.
Never heard of the guy.
Farmer's gossip. That's where I'll get the real scoop on this place.
[all] Good day, Mr. Fenton.
[metal clinking]
Hmm, I have never seen anything like this before.
It must belong to one of our visitors.
Pardon, Mr. Fenton. Does this belong to you?
Huh? Oh, that's just an old bottle cap.
Look, fill me in.
I can't believe this "everybody share everything" value of yours.
You really never heard of money?
Money?
Gold! Diamonds!
- Anything rare and precious. - How do you mean, "rare?"
Sheesh! Well, like that bottle cap.
It's the only one in Tra La La.
That makes it worth... oh, a dozen sheep.
[laughing] This tiny thing?
You do not know Tra La La. Watch.
Friends, look at the beautiful bottle cap Mr. Fenton gave me.
[all] Oh!
You lucky, lucky, lucky.
I've never seen anything like it.
I'll give you a sheep for it.
- I'll give you two sheep. - Four sheep.
Mr. Fenton, I've already been offered seven sheep for my bottle cap.
- What do I do? - Hold out for 15.
I'm going to stay here forever, where I don't have to worry about being rich.
Oh, and I feel so good.
I'm going to empty this medicine into the lake.
Great idea.
Mr. McDuck, wait'll you hear. Tra La La isn't what we thought.
So many bottle caps!
Mr. Scrooge, you're the richest duck in Tra La La.
- [clamoring] - Has he got bottle caps?
I'll give you 200 pigs for one bottle cap.
I'll be your servant for ten years.
- Twenty years! - [all clamoring]
[exclaims] This is a nightmare!
Here, take this cap and leave me alone!
[all yelling]
You'd better hang on to that medicine, Uncle Scrooge.
Looks like you're gonna need it after all.
- [indistinct shouting] - [hammering on door]
Won't you give one of your bottle caps to the Tra La La fund for balding sheep?
How could this happen? My paradise is ruined.
This never was any paradise.
Look how fast they bought that "valuable bottle cap" nonsense.
What nonsense?
[stammering] Oh, I, uh... I just...
You're the one who started all this?
Uncle Scrooge, calm down.
I was only trying to protect my job.
Accountants are just so much red ink here.
Let me go! I'm gonna punt that punk back to Duckburg!
But I know how to put Tra La La back the way it was.
You... What? How?
- How many more caps, Fenton? - Uh, 106 should do it.
Oh, you are most generous to share your wealth with our people.
[chuckling] The pleasure is all mine.
Here's one for you, and you, and...
Fenton, you counted wrong.
One more cap, Huey.
That's it. Now everyone in Tra La La has one bottle cap.
[all cheering]
You see, Mr. McDuck, they were only nuts for bottle caps because they were rare.
Ha-ha! I am twice as rich as anyone else in Tra La La.
Old Scrooge gave Sockhop two bottle caps.
No fair. I want two caps, too!
We all want two bottle caps.
[all] We want more caps! We want more caps!
- Give them all two caps. - No can do, only five left.
[all clamoring]
Stop, stop, stop! Launchpad, get out here.
I want you to fly back to the outside world, buy a million bottle caps
and drop them over Tra La La.
Why be chintzy? Make it a billion.
[cheering]
Looks like I'm a good egg again.
He's not gonna make it!
'Ere long now and bottle caps will rain from the sky.
Where is Launchpad? It's been two days.
[muttering]
The natives are getting restless.
I hope he didn't run into any bad weather.
I hope he did not run into a mountain.
You're not worried, are you, sir?
[chattering] Who me? Worried?
If Launchpad doesn't show up soon,
we'll have to hold your uncle together with hoops.
Holy cow! We'll have to fireproof him, too.
[all yelling]
Where is the wealth from the skies that you promised us?
- It's coming. Be patient. - [indistinct yelling]
- Wait, listen! - [airplane engine rumbling]
Bottle caps! It's raining bottle caps!
Riches!
Millions of beautiful, shining bottle caps!
Good old Launchpad. He did it!
[all] Hooray for Mr. Scrooge! Hooray for Mr. Scrooge! Hooray for...
No, it works like this: 100 Kooky Cola caps
are worth ten Peppy Pops, or one Dr. Pep top.
Ifind it pleasant to dive around in it, like a porpoise,
or burrow through it like a gopher.
And toss it up and let it hit me on the head.
I told you I could fix everything, Mr. McDuck.
Now I can relax. People will never pester me for my wealth again.
By tomorrow, everyone will have forgotten about bottle caps.
[exclaims] A hamburger, 45,000 bottle caps!
My paradise, lost!
The first planeload was a million bottle caps. What's this?
You told Launchpad to bring a billion bottle caps, remember?
Blathering blatherskite, that's a thousand planeloads.
Great whiskers!
By the time we' re done, the Tia La Layans
are going to be up to their pigtails in bottle caps.
[indistinct shouting]
Now what are we gonna do, Uncle Scrooge?
If only we could radio Launchpad.
Fenton, your GizmoDuck suit has a radio.
Go say "blathering blatherskite" and put it on.
Well, there's just two teensy-weensy problems.
You see, the suit is still in its crate.
Unpack.
Well, that's the other problem. You see, the crate's still on Launchpad's jet.
\' m sorry!
No, I'm sorry, for the day I met you.
[rumbling]
Mr. Scrooge, you have an appointment with the High Court oi Tia La La.
The prisoners have been found guilty of the high crime of littering!
- Hopsack, do your duty! - [people yelling]
Wait! If you drop us in the lake, the bottle caps will just keep coming.
They'll bury your valley up to the tree tops.
[all exclaiming]
If you want to save Tra La La, let us hike to the outside world
and stop the planes.
It's a trick to save their necks.
- Drop them in the lake! - No! His words are wise.
But we are not dopes, the adults will go.
And if the planes do not stop by this time tomorrow,
we will drop the three boys to the bottom of the lake!
Mr. McDuck, scaling mountains wasn't in my job description.
If this doesn't fall under hazard pay, I don't know what does.
[gibbering]
Never mind. Sorry!
[gasping] We're there!
There's the town, but it'll take us days to get there.
[Scrooge] It can't. Not with my nephews at stake.
Wait, I learned a trick or two when I mined gold in the Yukon.
Give me your canteen.
You're gonna have really cold feet in bed tonight.
- [water freezing] - There. It's a toboggan.
[Fenton] Blathering blatherskite! Turn left!
Left! Left!
[exclaiming] This is almost as much fun as making money.
I'm thinking about money and I'm not shaking.
You're not steering, either.
[yelling] Can we slow down a little?
We could, but we don't want to.
[Fenton yelling]
See? Our speed got us halfway up this mountain.
[shivering] Yeah, right.
I'm not sure I can face this again.
You youngsters are getting soft.
In my day... [shuddering] Uh-oh!
Now what? Learn to fly?
We'd better, or my nephews will have to learn to breathe underwater.
Wait, look! It must be Launchpad.
If we could only get his attention.
- How do you spell SOS? - He's not changing course.
Then there's only one thing to do. Give me some of your medicine.
Don't tell me you're falling apart, too.
No, just give it to me, quick.
Mama!
Your medicine has more kick than kerosene.
Who cares? It worked. Here he comes!
Mr. McD, you're on the wrong mountain!
[both] Stop delivering bottle caps!
Why does that idiot think we're here?
Blathering blatherskite!
Good work, Fenton... er, Gizmo.
Now, fly me back to Tra La La, fast.
We've got to save the boys!
Hey, I think that's a first. I crashed, no hands.
Your uncle's time is up.
If we so much as hear an airplane from this moment on,
prepare to die!
This may be the end,
but let's go out like brave Junior Woodchucks.
What was that?
Don't worry Gizmo buddies, GizmoDuck is here!
Yay, GizmoDuck!
Oh, it is wonderful, Mr. Scrooge.
Your little friend will cleanse our valley of those horrible bottle caps
- in no time at all. - [splashing]
Well, almost no time at all.
Boy, weren't we lucky that GizmoDuck showed up when he did?
Yeah, good thing he just happened to be traveling in Asia.
Just think, Mr. McD,
you're the only person in history ever to find Tra La La.
And the only person ever banned from it, too.
Good riddance. I cannot wait to get back to Duckburg.
You won't mind the spongers and the chiselers?
Sure, I'll mind, but after all this, I know I can handle it.
In fact, I'm sure I'll never need this nerve medicine again.
[bottle whistling]
Well, that's good to hear. Now, about that hazard pay.
Hazard pay? Say, how about hazard allowances?
We almost lost it back there.
Let's not forget the three planeloads I flew.
I'm definitely due some overtime.