♪ 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 ♪
Gee, just look at that aerodynamic design.
And those radical radial tires.
That scooter is state of the art. And look, guys, it's on sale for only...
Aw... 30 dollars.
None of us has that kind of cash.
- Maybe if we pooled our money. - Yeah, good idea.
You boys better hurry, the sale ends on Friday.
That's tomorrow.
Let's go home and shake the piggy bank.
[wind gusting]
[Scrooge] I need to take care of a very important matter, Fenton.
I want you to catch the first plane to the Banana Republic.
Sounds appealing. What's up?
The lease is up on my Banana Bran Flakes cereal factory.
You need to sign an extension on that lease by tomorrow,
or I'll lose the factory to the republic's shady leader,
General Chiquita.
[Fenton] Hmm, I hear he's a very slippery top banana.
Remember, it has to be signed by tomorrow.
Worry not, Mr. McDuck. This second banana is about to split.
[all] Uncle Scrooge! Uncle Scrooge!
We only need three more dollars to buy the scooter of the century.
Could you give us our allowance early? Please?
- Please? - Oh, please?
Sorry, lads, you know how I feel about advancing money.
But, Uncle Scrooge, allowance day is two whole days away.
Aye, Saturday. You should be able to wait that long.
But the sale ends tomorrow!
There'll be other sales. Remember, lads, patience builds character.
- Who wants character? - We want the scooter!
If I gave you everything you wanted any time you wanted it,
what kind of character would you have then?
- The happy kind. - Aw, what's the use?
Yeah, he'll never give us our allowance before Saturday.
Hey, what if Uncle Scrooge thought tomorrow was Saturday?
Then he'd give it to us.
Fat chance of that happening.
Not if we do what we do best...
Be real sneaky.
[rooster crowing]
[Scrooge snoring]
Remember, guys, we gotta change all Fridays to Saturdays.
[snoring]
[clock ticking]
[ringing]
[yawning]
It's the early duck that gets the dough.
- [music playing] - It's rise and shine time
on K-Duck radio.
This is your host, Dick Cluck, wishing you a very happy Saturday morning!
Eh... Saturday?
[Dewey] That's right. And here with our Saturday weather report
is Dr. George Fishbeak.
[Dewey disguising voice] Uh, today, uh...
Weather is going to be just like, uh... Friday's.
That's it for the Saturday weather report.
Excuse me, lads, but, uh, what day is it today?
- Saturday, Uncle Scrooge. - Are you sure?
It's gotta be if we're watching Saturday morning cartoons.
I guess so. Leaping Loch Ness!
This week is going by fast.
Well, it wasn't exactly a lie. These are Saturday cartoons.
Last Saturday's.
Here's your breakfast, Uncle Scrooge.
Along with your Saturday newspaper.
And speaking of Saturday...
Aye, your allowance. You see? It wasn't so hard to wait.
Yeah, the time went by real fast.
I can't even remember Friday.
It is a wee bit fuzzy, isn't it?
Oh well, lads. It's time for my morning corporate conference call.
You'd better run along.
We might be a little late getting home from school, Uncle Scrooge.
Yeah, we have some shopping to do.
School? On a Saturday?
- Uh... - Uh...
Uh...
Not, uh, not, uh, school, but, uh...
- Pool! - Yeah, that's right.
We're heading to the pool.
Last one in is a rotten duck egg.
- Yeah, you bet! - [chuckling]
[all] Good morning, Mr. McDuck.
What business do you wish to cover today, sir?
What we always cover on this day. Your Saturday reports.
[all] Saturday? [Muttering]
But aren't we supposed to give you our Saturday reports on Saturday?
Exactly. What day do you think this is?
[all babbling]
Correct me if I'm wrong, sir, but I get the distinct impression
you're indicating that today is, uh... Saturday?
That's because it is Saturday, you idiots.
[all muttering in agreement]
How can you run my companies if you don't even know what day it is?
I assure you, I knew today was Saturday, Mr. McDuck.
[all agreeing]
It's just that I've been so busy, I haven't had time to prepare my report.
You'd better make time, all of you.
Get your schedules back on track, or else.
Saturday?
Yes, Miss Tailfeathers, next time keep my schedule straight.
Saturday?
That's right, which means all these Friday memos are late.
- [all] Saturday? - That's right. We're a day behind.
So double the speed on those conveyor belts.
You want to argue with Scrooge? Be my guest.
Since when has Mr. McDuck ever been wrong about a date?
Well, I don't know. Does anybody really know what day it is?
Does anybody really care?
[Louie] Gee, we were so busy fooling Uncle Scrooge,
we forgot to study for the Friday test.
Uh, class, I'm so sorry, but a dreadful mistake has been made.
I just heard from the principal, who heard from the superintendent,
who heard from the mayor, who heard from the, um... someone,
that today is really... Saturday.
[all] Saturday?
[cheering]
I got a feeling this mistake is no mistake.
So what? We got out of the test.
Now we can get the scooter even earlier than we hoped.
What do you mean the sale is over?
I told you boys the price would go back up on Saturday.
But today is Friday!
I heard it on the news. Today's Saturday.
Looks like we outsmarted ourselves.
Jeepers! I wonder how far this joke has spread.
Today the president assigned a special task force to determine what day it is.
In our exclusive Duck-TV poll, we asked the average duck on the street,
"'What day do you think it is?"
Seventy-nine percent said "Saturday."
Nineteen percent said "Friday."
And two percent hoped it was Christmas already.
Meanwhile, the day change has caused mass confusion everywhere,
especially at airports, where riots broke out
between Friday and Saturday passengers trying to get on the same flight.
Saddest of all, however, are those people
who missed their Friday birthdays.
Now they're not sure how old they are.
[sobbing]
I don't want to be five again!
And that's the way it is this Friday... or Saturday...
Or maybe even Sunday, the way things are going.
If Walter Cronduck is confused, then things must really be bad.
[man] I am sorry, Sefior Crackshell, but you have missed the deadline.
According to my deal with Sefior McDuck,
the extension had to be signed by Friday.
But, General Chiquita, today is Friday.
No, Sefior Crackshell, today is Saturday.
- Says who? - Turn on the TV. Pick up a paper.
The whole world says it's Saturday.
Blathering blatherskite! I've heard of leap years, but leap days?
Thanks to your tardiness, I now own the Banana Bran Flakes cereal factory,
lock, stock and box top.
No, please, your general-ship! Please let me sign the extension!
I can't lose Mr. McDuck's flaky factory!
Show this sniveling fool the door.
[Fenton] No, please, I've seen the door!
It's your signature I want.
[moaning] What an off day this turned out to be.
Jeepers! I wonder what other problems we've caused
by changing the day of the week.
I don't know, but if the kids at school find out
it's our fault they missed Saturday morning cartoons, we're goners!
Fenton, it's Saturday. You were supposed to sign that lease extension yesterday!
That's what I don't understand, Mr. McDuck.
I flew out here yesterday. But when I arrived, it was already tomorrow.
Talk about your long flights.
Wait a minute. You did leave yesterday, which was Thursday.
That means today should be Friday.
Right now I'd be happy if it was Tuesday and this was Belgium.
I smell something rotten in Duckburg.
Sit tight, Fenton. I'm on my way there to straighten out this mess.
Twist me tassels! How could a whole day just disappear?
Because we tricked you, Uncle Scrooge.
Yeah, we wanted to get our allowances a day early.
What? How?
Let's just say, if there was a Junior Woodchucks merit badge
for being sneaky, we'd all get big ones.
But we never meant for our trick to go this far.
"Far?" It's gonna ruin the world.
[gasps] Hold the heather, boys.
This means today's Friday. I can still sign that lease on time.
I've got to get to the Banana Republic before it's really too late.
- We'll help! - Go to your rooms!
You lads have done quite enough for one day...
whatever day this turns out to be.
There it is, Launchpad.
Take us down quickly. There isn't a minute to lose.
Roger that, Mr. McD. I've lost too many minutes this week already.
We're gonna be in a lot of trouble
if Uncle Scrooge finds out we hitched a ride.
After what we've done, how much more trouble can we get into?
Besides, he might need our help.
I cannot believe it, Launchpad. You made a perfect landing.
Well, we all have our off days, Mr. McD.
[both yelling]
[plane crashing]
Looks like I still retain my perfect record, eh, Mr. McD?
[Scrooge] But General Chiquita, there's been a terrible mistake.
And you made it, McDuck,
which means the Banana Bran Flakes factory is now mine.
But general, there's been a slip-up... Uh, no banana pun intended.
He's right. You see, contrary to world opinion, it's really Friday.
This whole thing started yesterday
when my nephews had me fooled into thinking it was Saturday.
[chuckling] Boys will be boys, after all.
[laughing] Oh, I get it. Nephews!
A trick! [Laughing]
That's a good one, McDuck!
[laughing] Right. So let's sign the lease.
Absolutely not. It's Saturday.
- Friday. - Saturday.
It's Friday, you dimwitted dictator!
It's your last day, McDuck.
For assaulting the president of the Banana Republic,
I order you and your amigo here shot at high noon.
Is that high noon on Friday or Saturday?
Take them to prison and ready the cannon squad.
"Cannon squad?" Don't you mean "firing squad?"
[cackling] Cannons are so much more fun.
Take them away.
Bleep! But I'm too young to die!
Too nice! And much, much too nervous.
[door slams]
Nobody can take that factory away from me now. [Cackling]
We've really gotten Uncle Scrooge in a pickle this time.
There's only one way to save him and Fenton:
convince the general that it's really Friday.
- How? - The way we always get out of pickles,
with the Junior Woodchucks Guidebook.
It says here, "When a day of the week is sorely missed",
get back on track with a solar eclipse."
What's a solar eclipse?
You know, when the moon blocks out part of the sun.
[Huey] Yeah, according to the calendar,
there's supposed to be an eclipse shaped like a banana
on Friday at high noon.
That should prove what day it is.
Let's go tell the general!
See, general? If today was really Saturday,
the banana eclipse would have been yesterday.
And there wasn't one, was there?
Well, eh... I don't remember.
It was cloudy yesterday, like today.
Will you stop the execution if the eclipse does happen?
But if I can't see it...
You'll see the eclipse, all right.
Even if we have to move the clouds ourselves!
Hmm, if those little meddlers are right, they'll ruin everything.
There's only one thing left to do.
[birds cawing]
What's going on? High noon isn't for another hour.
I thought I would save you needless anguish by moving up the execution.
But... But I was just starting to enjoy my anguish.
Take them to the firing range! [cackling]
So you see, Launchpad, you've gotta help us!
Today at noon, everybody has to see the banana éclair!
That's banana "eclipse!"
Gonna be tough, fellas. Look at those clouds.
Can you figure out a way to move 'em?
No problem. I got a head for clouds.
Mr. McD says my head's in the clouds all the time.
[airplane starting]
Macho gracias, amigo buddy.
Here we go! The world's first cloud plow.
Where's your GizmoDuck suit?
[whispering] Don't worry. It's safe. It's back home in my closet.
That will be a comforting thought when the cannonballs hit!
Wait! I got an idea.
But it's a long-distance long shot.
Let the execution begin!
Uno memento, generalissimo!
Surely every dead duck is entitled to one phone call.
Hmm... All right.
But this is your last time to reach out and touch someone.
Uh... Is there anyone who can give me a dime?
[all muttering]
[whistling]
Oh, please, Mr. McDuck. Can't you spare one itsy-bitsy dime?
After all, I am calling our mutual friend.
All right. Here. Say the magic words.
But remember, you owe me ten cents.
Five-five-five... G-Z-M-O.
- Mew. - [GizmoDuck] Hi, this is GizmoDuck.
Sorry I'm not here to rescue you, Gizmo Buddies,
but leave a message and...
[whispering] Blathering blatherskite!
[crackling]
Once again, let the execution begin!
Uh... Wait, wait! What about a few last words?
All right, but keep it brief.
Friends, Romans and banana lovers...
I regret that I have but one life to give to your ridiculous country!
[Huey] Launchpad, you're a genius!
Thanks! You know, I've never heard those words in the same sentence before.
♪ Ninety-five bottles of root beer on the wall
♪ Ninety-five bottles of root beer
- ♪ You take one down... - How much longer can he keep this up?
How much longer can we listen?
♪ And the rockets' red glare
♪ The bombs bursting in air...
Enough already! Let the execution begin.
Mr. McDuck!
Er... Sorry, Fenton. I just cannot take anymore.
Let's get this over with. Shoot both of them!
Hey! Isn't that GizmoDuck?
Look out!
[Launchpad] Whoa!
We landed in Uncle Scrooge's Banana Bran Flakes factory!
That was the crunchiest crash I've ever had.
Ready!
[gulps] So long, Mr. McDuck! It's been swell.
Aim!
Gee! I didn't even get to kiss Mama goodbye
and tell Gandra Dee, toodle-oo!
Fire!
What happened?
Ah! GizmoDuck!
I know, I know, you want your lousy dime.
Uncle Scrooge, are you OK?
Aye, thanks to GizmoDuck.
You may live, but the factory is still mine!
[cackling]
Oh, yeah? In one minute, the eclair will prove ifs Friday!
That's "eclipse!"
It makes no difference, because there's still one cloud.
We'll never see.
[GizmoDuck] Don't be so sure, banana-breath!
GizmoDuck is here!
Could you give me alight, Mr. McDuck?
Good luck, GizmoDuck!
Thanks, Gizmo Buddies!
And don't get any wacky ideas.
Blasting off in cannons is something only superheroes should do.
- You betcha! - Aye-aye!
Yes, sir!
Whoa!
[Huey] Look! The eclipse! A perfect banana!
I don't know. Kinda looks like an éclair to me.
[an] Yay!
It is Friday!
I'll be signing that lease now.
"[Cronduck] And to recap." today's dramatic photos of the banana eclipse
proves without a doubt that today is Friday.
I hope you boys learned a lesson from all this.
You bet.
We'll never play a trick like that again.
And that's the way it is. Friday. I'm sure of it.
[clocks chiming]
Or is it now Saturday?
Aye, it is Saturday. And way past your bedtimes, lads.
- Gee, if it's finally Saturday... - Do we still get our allowance?
Well, I suppose so, though... Wait!
Didn't I already give you your allowances...
Come back here, you little sneaks, or I'm going to pinch more than a penny!