♪ 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 ♪
Aw, do we have to go to school again, Mrs. Beakley?
Yeah, we just went to school last year.
Now, boys, you had a whole summer off.
Time to start fifth grade.
Bubba find clubba!
Bubba, you won't need your club at school.
You'll discover other kinds of clubs there.
There's Pep Club, Drama Club, Woodworking Club.
Club Club!
[squealing]
There you are, my darlings. Looking forward to your first day at school?
Yes, Uncle Scrooge.
- Bubba be good student. - I'm sure you will, lad.
You'll be meeting lots of people different from yourself.
Just be patient with them and I'm sure you'll get along.
Go school. Go school.
[engine roaring]
Oh, it's going to be so peaceful with them gone all day.
- [saw roaring] - [gasps] What is that?
Look!
Blow my bagpipes! What are they doing over there?
- [saw buzzing] - [gasping]
What in the world? Oh, how tacky!
This was the handsomest yard in the neighborhood.
Now look at it! Instant eyesore!
Well, melt my butter! Scrooge McDuck.
Oh, how fabulous!
I'm Cookie Blurf, and this is my sweet little Pickles.
[roaring]
I've seen you on TV, and in the Duckburg Enquirer.
And now, here, you're our neighbor. [Cackling]
Come on, let's cut dirt and meet my hubby.
Tiny! Get your can over here! Look who's come visitin'.
[chuckles] Scrooge McDuck! How you doin', fella? Tiny Blurf.
What an honor to shake your acquaintance.
Are you my new neighbor?
Guilty as charged. Used to be we never could dream of living next door
to someone with pockets as deep as yours, but then we just got lucky.
[laughing, snorting] Yeah, we bought this lottery ticket and poof!
Ten million frog skins fell in our lap.
You won ten million dollars gambling? You didn't work for it?
Just stopped at the mini-mart for some cheese nibbles
and grabbed me a lottery ticket.
And wait till you hear all the ideas we got to fix up this place.
It's gonna be slicker than a greased pig.
Mr. Blurf, why are you cutting down all these beautiful trees?
Let me show you.
[chuckling] Ain't he cute? Just like a big kid.
The trees gotta go, 'cause I'm putting in my mini racing track.
A what? Ach, this cannot be!
Oh, Mr. McDuck! This is all too much for him.
I guess having neighbors like us is just too good to be true.
Uh, right. I'd better get Mr. McDuck away from all this excitement.
Excuse us.
Come on back now, you hear?
- Mr. McDuck? Wake up, wake up. - [groaning]
Oh, there's no home like theirs. There's no home like theirs.
Was I sleeping? Was it a bad dream?
- [saw buzzing] - I'm afraid not, Mr. McDuck.
This is worse than having the Beagle Boys next door.
Call a contractor to fix this wall.
And while he's at it, build it two feet taller.
[children chattering]
Right... left... right... and open!
See Bubba, it's not hard. You try it.
Uh, yeah, that works, too.
I hope Bubba does better in gym class than he did opening lockers.
Come on, caveduck. Let's see if your slow ball is as slow as your brain.
Bubba not slow.
Wow! What a fastball!
Nobody's ever gotten a strike against Bruiser before.
Bubba do good?
All right, you prehistoric hotshot!
I dare you to do that to me twice.
Uh-oh.
[yelling indistinctly]
[all laughing]
Look at me! Look what you did.
- Oh, Bubba sorry. - Ooh, I'm so embarrassed!
Bubba, are you all right?
Bubba fine!
[an] Hey!
What's the matter with you?
Did that baseball scramble your brains?
Bubba clubba! Bubba clubba! Get girl!
You mean you like her? Ew, you're mushing out.
I don't get it. If he likes her, why does he want to club her?
Caveducks clubbed their girlfriends and dragged them back to their caves.
Bubba, we don't do that stuff anymore.
If you like her, do something nice.
Like... Like give her flowers.
Flowers?
OM!
Boy, he's gonna need a lot of help.
Mrs. Beakley made your favorite lunch, sir. Scottish haggis.
[sniffing]
Good. I need something delightful
to take my mind off those vile neighbors.
[coughing]
Egad, what a stink!
What are they burning over there? Old raincoats?
- [smacking lips] - [Scrooge] What are you doing?
Hi, neighbors. Just ain't my new barbecue pit splendiferous?
I can roast a whole herd of cows on this sucker.
What's that slop?
My huge-ishly grandiferous barbecue sauce.
It's got garlic, horseradish, sauerkraut,
and just a dash of rubber cement to make it stick to your ribs.
I'll tell you, this new pit's so great, I expect I'll use it every day.
Very good, sir. You showed the restraint of a saint.
Thanks. Call someone about odor-proofing the house.
And let's add five feet to that new wall.
- Do you see her? - There!
[\IVebbigail] Oh, I met her in gym class. Her name's Julie.
Oh... Julie!
Now's your chance, Bubba. She's all alone.
- Go join her for lunch. - Yeah, Bubba go.
Hello. Me Bubba. Sit here?
Oh... OK.
Um, Julie want red stuff?
Oh, my blouse!
Oh, Bubba sorry! Bubba fix.
- Oh! - [children laughing]
[crying]
Bubba flubba again.
OK, so your table manners didn't win her over,
but you've got art class next, right?
Right.
Well, paint a picture of Julie. She'll be flattered.
Julie, look!
This you.
[gasping] How could you?
[Bubba] Julie, come back!
I don't know why you're making fun of me, but you can just cut it out!
Bubba not make fun, Julie.
Oh, sure! After you drew that ugly picture,
and knocked me in the mud, and... and threw food on me.
Just 'cause I'm the new kid in school doesn't mean you can make fun of me.
Bubba new, too.
What? Well, then, Why'd you do all those things to me?
Want you like Bubba.
- But... Bubba dumb. - Oh, you're not dumb.
- Really? You like Bubba? - Well, let's find out.
Let's go back to art class, and I'll paint your picture.
I've got to forget about those Blurfs and get my mind back on business.
[yelling]
What is it, sir?
Have all the windows facing the Blurfs' home bricked up,
and make that new wall ten feet taller.
Yes, sir. And may I say, I'm most impressed with how calmly
you've dealt with the new neighbors.
Thanks. What? Why, those...!
I'm going to show that Blurfthe underside of the welcome wagon!
[yawning]
Blurf, I've kept my mouth shut while you ruined my garden,
my air and my view, but this is too much.
What shucked your corn before the harvest?
I got a letter from my real estate broker.
He says the horrible things you've done to your house
have dropped the value of my house one million dollars!
After all we did to make this eyesore a glitter palace?
It's a front-yard freak show!
Put everything back, the trees and the lawn,
and cover up that crummy paint job.
Are you looking for a shuck on the suit?
Thanks for carrying my books home,
but you should have taken 'em out of my locker.
- [crashing] - Oh, no! Daddy's in a fight!
- Get your clodhoppers off my... - This neighborhood is not big enough...
- You can't tell us how to live! - Assaulting me with bad taste!
- Aiming for a bustification! - Daddy, what's wrong?
Scooge! Bubba clobber bad man?
[both] Stay out of this!
- Is he your kid? - Is she your kid?
- Stay away from him! - Stay away from her!
Bye, Bubba!
Julie!
Think. How can we get back at those people?
Uh, well, we could bombard them with water balloons filled with paint.
[Dewey] Or detour city buses through their backyard.
[Scrooge] Or dump a few thousand fleas down their chimney.
Gee, I never knew welcoming new neighbors could be so much fun!
- Right, Bubba? - Hey, where's Bubba?
- Golly, Bubba, what's going on? - Party for Julie.
[crowd murmuring]
[\IVebbigail] Hey, it's a costume party!
Say, Bubba, would you like to see Julie tonight?
[snorting, chuckling] Cousin Wilford, glad you could make it.
Hold it! Who are you?
Oh, uh... Cousin... uh... Cousin Bruiser.
Well, I don't recall you.
Must be a runt from Cookie's side of the litter.
Go on in. Have yourself a rootin' tootin' good time.
[indistinct chattering]
Where Julie?
Oops! Heh! Sorry!
[both screaming]
- Bubba? - Sorry.
- [gasping] Julie! - [applause]
- What are you doing here? - Bubba miss Julie.
Oh, and I missed you, too.
It's just no fun having to be sneaky to see each other.
I'm gonna tell my daddy it's time he made up to your Uncle Scrooge.
[rock music playing]
- Daddy! Can we talk? - In a minute, darling.
Hey, what am I paying you for?
- Turn up the volume! - [muffled music booming]
[rumbling]
[yelling]
That's the way we're playing it, bub? This means Scottish warfare!
_ [bagpipes playing] [band stopping]
- Excuse me, folks. - Louder, sir.
- McDuck, what are you doin'? - Giving you a bit of tit for tat.
Oh, yeah? I didn't start this McDuck,
but I'm gonna finish it!
Swallow this, McDuck!
- [accordion squawking] - [all shouting]
[house rumbling, cracking]
[sirens wailing]
[gasping]
This is war, Blurf! Whatever it takes,
I'm going to get you out of my neighborhood.
Oh, yeah? Well, before I'm through
you're gonna want to move to the other side of the planet!
That's still not far enough away!
Oh, Bubba, our families are never gonna make peace now.
Welcome home, Mr. McDuck.
I trust you had a pleasant stay in jail, sir?
Come on, kids. We have war plans to make.
- [all] Yeah! - Wait for Sergeant Beakley!
Daddy, please don't do this.
You'll understand when you're older, princess.
This is how grown-ups solve problems.
[shouting]
Come over to surrender, McDuck?
Not quite. Look.
[whistle blowing]
- Hey! You can't do that! - Yes, they can.
The Duckburg City Planner has declared your front yard a disaster area.
- [steam whistling] - Ooh!
Have a nice day, neighbor. [Cackling]
Today I think I'll swim in the pool, rather than the Money Bin, Duckworth.
Swimming in water. Oh, dear.
What will you ducks think of next?
OM!
Who filled my pool with those cantankerous crustaceans?
Hmm. One guess, sir.
I don't care about the cost.
I'll spend whatever it takes to spite old McDuck!
[screeching]
- What's the matter, Cookie? - That!
- [roaring] - That makes my bacon sizzle!
What? That McDuck could be so cruel?
No. That I didn't think of it first.
Ah, now for a peaceful evening.
[carnival music playing]
This carnival ought to wreck any nerves McDuck has left.
[laughing] What the...?
Fire stink bombs!
[voice pinched] Oh! OK, McDuck, you asked for it.
More paint bombs! Fire!
[sirens wailing]
- [gasping] Bubba? - Uh-huh.
Our families have both gone crazy. We gotta do something.
Yeah. Make 'em be nice.
No. Let's leave a note and then run away together.
All right!
But, Granny, listen. Bubba...
It cost me $250 to get out of jail this time.
That Blurf is costing me a fortune!
What? What's this?
"Dear Scooge, Bubba go bye-bye with Julie.
Don't worry. Be happy."
- It's signed "Bubba and Julie." - McDuck, this is all your fault!
My fault? Your kid talked my Bubba into some crazy stunt!
Who started this feud, huh?
You did. By moving in next door.
Quiet!
We can decide who's to blame later.
The important thing now is to find the children.
But where do we even start looking?
I've been trying to tell you!
I saw them sneaking into the carnival.
Come on!
This fun!
Yeah, it is. I just hope our running away makes our families
forget about their stupid fight.
[gasping] What's that?
[Cookie] They must be in that booth.
- They found us already. - Make getaway.
Julie, come back here!
Need getaway car.
Bubba, no!
[Bubba] Cowabunga!
Don't worry, princess! Daddy's a-comin'!
No, "Scooge" is coming. I mean, Scrooge!
I'll save you, kids.
- Kids? - Scooge!
- Which one's the brake? - Pull 'em all!
- Hey, what did you do? - They're gonna crash!
Oh, wouldn't you know... It's the one that's stuck.
[both grunting]
Pull!
Daddy, are you all right?
I'm fine, princess. But Why'd you run away from home?
- That was very childish. - Oh, right!
I guess we should have stayed home and acted grown-up like you and Mr. McDuck.
Oh, she's right, you know... We've behaved terribly.
Yeah, like two hogs fightin' over the trough.
- Truce, neighbor? - [snorting] Truce.
- Bubba do good? - Bubba do real good.
What happening?
Oh, Bubba, we're moving back to our old house.
Why Julie leave?
Daddy spent so much money on the feud
that we can't afford to live here anymore.
But don't be sad.
I'll still be seeing you every day at school.
[gasping] That's my folks. I gotta go.
Julie! Gift.
Oh, you melt my butter.
Neighbors go bye-bye.
I know. And look what they left as a going away present.