♪ 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 ♪
[man] And now we return to another chapter of All My Ducklings.
[woman] So, doctor, what's the verdict?
I'm afraid the tests are conclusive, Erica.
- [gasping] - You have three hours left to live.
- [gasping] - With proper care, maybe four.
[Erica sobbing] No, it can't be!
I'm too young! I'm too beautiful!
I'm too rich!
No! No!
- Erica! Erica! - [sobbing, gasping]
- Erica! - [sobbing uncontrollably]
[static crackling]
Thanks, I needed that.
I have everything packed for our picnic, Mama,
including lots of Quacker Jacks.
I know how you love those surprise doodads inside.
Hush, Fenton. All My Ducklings is on.
But we were supposed to spend the afternoon together, remember?
You can't expect me to miss my favorite show.
Mama, every show is your favorite show.
- [static on television] - Oh no.
I still have to watch The Young and the Feather/ass.
[pounding on door]
Sometimes I think those silly soaps mean more to you than your own son.
Fenton, I need you to take care of these bills at once.
But Mr. McDuck, I was about to go on an outing with Mama.
I hate when this happens.
See? She had her heart set on it.
No, the TV. Maybe if I turned this...
[yelling]
Mama!
Are you all right?
Oh, Fenton, it was terrible!
My whole life passed before my eyes.
Even the reruns.
Don't worry, you'll be fine, though your perm might be on the crispy side.
Say, isn't anybody gonna get that?
- Get what? - The phone.
- [ringing] - Hmm. Interesting.
Wonder who it could be?
Probably a wrong number.
Hello? Uh, sorry, you have the wrong number.
Mama! How did you know?
I'm not sure. It's as if I have this TV in my head
that keeps showing previews.
Hmm. I've heard of cases where bad shocks make people psychic.
Mrs. Crackshell, try your psychic ability to predict something else.
Something less coincidental.
Oh, I don't see anything yet.
Reception's a little fuzzy.
A-ha, there. It's clearing.
I'm getting a picture...
Oh, my gosh! I suddenly see Fenton hanging from the ceiling.
Ha-ha! And how exactly is that supposed to happen?
[muffled shouting]
Well, you made a believer out of me.
Bust me bin!
If I could predict the future, think of the deals I could make!
Mrs. Crackshell, you must work for me as my financial consultant.
I'll set you up in my mansion.
Mr. McDuck, you can't expect Mama to leave her happy tin home.
Besides, we're inseparable.
That's true. Why, Fenton and I are like Laverne and Squirrely,
Siskel and Eggbert, Cal Worthington and his dog, Spot.
You'd have your own wide screen television.
[crackling]
Out of my way, leech.
Hmm, even Spot doesn't get treated like a dog.
[Mama] This is a swell bunch of snacks, Duckworth.
I'm glad Madam enjoys them.
It's not often we get requests for caviar and Quacker Jacks.
Mrs. Crackshell! You were right about that cocoa bean blight.
I saved a fortune by not investing in this year's crop.
That's nice.
You know what I always say: a fortune saved is a fortune earned.
Hello, Mama. Think you can find time in your busy schedule for moi?
Sure, Fenton, I've already seen this commercial.
Good. You know, ever since you took on this job,
we've hardly had any time together.
Would you like to see some snapshots of the trailer?
[Scrooge] Oh, Mrs. Crackshell...
It's time for today's stock market predictions.
Can't this wait, Mr. McDuck? Mama and I are having a visit.
The stock exchange waits for no man, my boy.
You must hurry, my dear.
After this I have other financial matters for you to look at.
And I wouldn't want you to miss your favorite shows.
[Mama] You're so thoughtful, Mr. McDuck.
Now, let's see...
[humming]
[cackling]
Ooh, I just love when she does this.
[sighing] Life sure gets tough when your mom becomes a working girl.
[Flintheart] All right, you cretins, take a look at this chart.
It shows Scrooge's recent activity in the stock market.
Anything catch your eye?
Yeah, the pretty colors.
No, you idiot. It's these profits.
Not even the Rockefellers have had this kind of success.
How'd Scroogie do it?
He must have a new financial advisor.
I want you boys to find out who it is
and arrange for him to come to work for me.
Oh, I get it. A kidnappin'.
I don't know, Flinty. It's hard sneaking around Scroogie's place.
Yeah, you never know when GizmoDuck might stop by.
Oh, don't worry about him, not with my latest gadget.
The Ultra-zoom Spy Cam,
courtesy of Glomgold Industries.
You'll be able to see and hear everything going on in Scrooge's place
without having to step inside.
Uh... OK, guys, I got a clear shot from here.
Good. We'll be watching.
Is Mama in her room, Duckworth?
Where else?
Good. Today I plan on taking her home with me.
Oh, really?
[gasping] You think she'll go?
I'm positive. You see, I finally fixed her television set.
When she hears that, she's bound to come back.
[Mama] Come in, Fenton.
Mama! How did you know it was...
Oh, that's right. I keep forgetting you're psychic.
Guess what?
You've brought me a box of Quacker Jacks.
Deluxe size. That means there's a super-duper surprise inside.
Ah, it's just a yo-yo.
Oh, too bad, Mama.
Fortunately, that's not my big surprise.
Waif ll you hear.
Oh, yeah, you've repaired my television set.
Trying to surprise a psychic can be a real drag.
Look, I took a picture of the old boob tube.
I even put a new coat hanger antenna on there for you.
Sort of brings back memories, don't it?
Oh, yeah.
And now that it's fixed, I'm sure you're ready to leave this oppressive opulence
for the quaint coziness of our picturesque trailer.
That scum dump? Give me a break.
But, Mama, you've gotta come back. Don't you see what's happening to us?
We're losing touch. Drifting apart. De-bonding.
Mama, are you listening to me?
Oh, that's strange.
Suddenly I have this feeling we're being watched.
[both gibbering]
Oh, that's... [laughing]
I've lost my appetite.
So, you see, Mama, I'm at my wits' end.
Every time I come over, you're either working or watching TV.
We never converse anymore.
All right, all right, you want conversation?
Start talking.
Oh, goody, goody!
[clears throat] So, Mama...
- Are you...? Have you...? - Yes. No.
- Do you...? - Maybe.
- And what will you...? - Chicken fricassee.
Mother! Will you stop answering my questions before I ask 'em?
This isn't Jeopardy, you know.
Can I help it if you're so predictable?
Predictable, am I?
Well, predict this.
Well, I gave it my best shot.
But I guess the mother I knew and loved is lost to me forever.
Mrs. Crackshell! Mrs. Crackshell!
Thanks to your predictions, I've made a billion dollars in overnight trading.
How sweet.
[Scrooge laughing] At this rate, I might have to build a bigger money bin.
Hob; mow! So shés his adviser.
All these profits mean more bookwork for Fenton.
When do you next expect him to visit?
Um... Never again.
[gasping] What did I say?
It can't be true!
But it must be if I predicted it.
Gee, a son not visiting his own ma.
- And people call us criminals. - Forget about that.
We gotta figure out a way to get her out of the house so we can grab her.
Hmm, I wonder if we can send a TV signal with all this equipment?
[sobbing] Fenton never wants to see me again.
Now, all I have left of that yo-yo is this yo-yo.
[sobbing]
Now, now, there must be some way you two can make up.
Friends, are you having trouble with your children?
- Bad boy! Bad! - [wailing]
Don't they put you on edge?
Hey, come back here, you brat!
Then you are in a family crisis.
Isn't it time you paid a visit to the Duckburg Family Crisis Center?
Today we offer free counseling for mothers having problems with their sons.
So hurry. The family you save may be your own.
I'd better get down there right now.
No, don't leave. I need you!
Now for a prediction of my own. That old battle axe
will walk into our hands right...
' "JTOW! [shrieking]"
Good work, boys.
I've been wanting to throw a bag over that bag all day.
[Mama] Oh dear, this is too much to bear.
At least Mr. McDuck had cable TV.
You'll get your precious cable once you start earning your keep.
Now here's today's stock market listing.
Do as well for me as you did for Scrooge and I might throw in a remote control.
[Fenton] Blathering blatherskite! Still no news about Mama!
I'm doing everything I can, Fenton.
I even had your mother's picture put on milk cartons,
despite protests from the Dairy Association.
I know, I know. It's just that I didn't think Mama cared about me anymore.
But when you told me how she tore herself away
from The Young and the Feather/ass to try to salvage
our estranged relationship, it said to me, "I'm numero uno,"
top of the ratings, a fifty share!" And now she's gone!
[sobbing]
[phone ringing]
McDuck's money line.
Very interesting.
I've just been informed that Flintheart Glomgold
is having an unbelievable upturn in the stock market.
How can you think about money matters when poor Mama could be in danger?
Fenton, Glomgold's profits went up the day your mother disappeared.
So he got lucky the day my luck ran out. Big deal!
He's got your mother, you idiot!
[gasping] Why, that sneaky snake!
Now we have to think of a way to get her back.
The time for thinking is through!
It's time for action, GizmoDuck style!
I can't tell you how pleased I am with your predictions, Mrs. Crackshell.
I've made billions.
At this rate, I'll soon be richer than Scrooge McDuck.
So where's my remote control?
Are you kiddin'? Do you know how much those cost?
I've printed a list of all the companies
on all the stock exchanges around the world.
I want predictions on each and every one by this evening.
B-But I'll miss the Webra Walters Special.
Don't you know what the show's all about anyway, Madam Psychic?
- Well, uh, yeah. - Then start predicting.
Oh, how I wish I never became a psychic.
If only someone could save me from...
- [gasping] - What is it?
Bad news for you, Mr. Whiskers.
In ten seconds, GizmoDuck will burst through that door and rescue me!
[hollering]
Woo-hoo-hoo!
[yammering]
Thanks for the warning, Mrs. Crackshell.
I knew that sooner or later Scrooge would use
his metal muscle duck to track you down.
- [crashing] - Greetings, Glomgold!
I hope my entrance has made its desired impression!
Indeed it has, GizmoDuck.
[beeping]
- [whirring] - [beeping]
[grunting]
[gasping]
[grunting]
[gasping]
[yelling]
GizmoDuck!
Blathering blatherskite!
Talk about your sticky situations.
It's useless to struggle, GizmoDuck.
What are you going to do?
Send him on a quick trip...
to the moon!
[cackling]
Oh, GizmoDuck, I'm so sorry!
Don't blame yourself, madam.
I only regret that I'm unable to tell my mother how much I'll miss her.
Not half as much as she'll miss you.
[sobbing] Really?
Time to say goodbye, GizmoDuck.
Somehow, some way I'll get out of this, Glomgold.
You think so? Would you like to predict exactly what's going to happen?
Well, um... First, you pull the lever,
and then he shoots into the sky, then...
[gasping]
The horror! The horror! [Screams]
You could have kept it to yourself, you know.
Farewell, GizmoDuck.
[creaking]
[GizmoDuck] Whoa!
If I can't stop this thing, maybe I could steer it!
[grunting]
Ha-ha!
With any luck, I should be able to land back in Duckburg.
After all, I did win first prize at the Fantastic Fresno Frisbee Fly-off.
All right, Mrs. Crackshell, rescue time is over.
It's back to business.
[police sirens wailing]
You'd better be right about this, Mr. McDuck.
I bet me money bin that Mrs. Crackshell is inside.
Hey, Flinty, you got any good lawyers you could spare?
They haven't caught us yet.
Open up, Flintheart! This place is surrounded by police!
By the time they realize no one's home,
We'll be on a boat to Bombay.
Better get the battering ram, men.
What's that?
[whirring noise approaching]
[GizmoDuck yelling]
GizmoDuck?
I hope I don't run into any skeet shooters.
Uh-oh! It's a bird.
It's a plane!
Uh, it's GizmoDuck.
Bleep!
Now I'm a moving target!
Turn, you fool, before he rams us!
Uh-oh! You don't have to be a psychic to know this is gonna hurt!
- [screaming] - Look out!
I'd predict what's going to happen to you, Flintheart,
but I don't think you want to know.
[grunting]
Gee, Mama, can we go on Space Mountain again?
GizmoDuck! Thank goodness you're all right.
I am? I mean, I am?
- What did I hit? - The city's broadcasting tower.
I'm afraid you've knocked out all the television in Duckburg.
Horrors! Just as I envisioned.
No wonder you fainted.
Awful, isn't it?
The worst thing since the last TV writers' strike.
[yenvins]
[crackling]
That crash must've loosened a wire.
Mrs. Crackshell! Are you all right?
I, uh... I think so.
Hey, it's gone!
- What? - My psychic power!
That little TV in my head just blew a tube.
No!
Yeah. My mind's a complete blank, just like it used to be.
Finally, I get my old Mama back!
[sobbing]
What's the matter, Mr. McDuck?
This family bonding business put tears in your eyes?
No, but no more predictions does.
Back to making money the hard way... Earning it.
Say, Mama. How would you like to go on that picnic I talked about?
You can even watch TV while we eat.
But we can't get a TV signal.
You forget. I have a built-in satellite dish!
Fenton, every mother should have a TV...
Uh, I mean a "son" as thoughtful as you.