♪ 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 ♪
[Scrooge yawning]
Ah, time to make like interest rates and rise.
Ah, thank you, Fenton.
Fenton!
What are you doing in there?
The early bird catches the job,
and, by gum, I'm here to worm my way into this one.
For Vice President in charge of new products?
Forget it! You already have a job.
[yelling]
Mr. McDuck, I wanna be more than an accountant.
I want more out of life. I want riches...
To rise above the common duck.
Do you mind if we discuss this after my morning shower?
Your breakfast, sir.
- Wha...? - Please, Mr. McDuck.
You just gotta give me a chance.
What do you know about marketing new products?
What's to know?
You make commercials, paint a few posters,
slap up a billboard then sit back and wait for the bucks to roll in.
Duckworth, take away these leftovers.
Why won't you give me the job? Am I too young?
- No. - Too old?
- No. - Too short?
Aye! Too short on qualifications.
Hey, what's wrong, Fenton?
Yeah, we've never seen you so low.
That's because your uncle says I'm too short.
He won't let me be Vice President of new products.
Aw, just because Uncle Scrooge said no doesn't mean he means no.
What does he mean?
"No" means you have to convince him.
Yeah! How do you think we got this bike?
Uncle Scrooge told us we couldn't have it,
but once we convinced him it's cheaper
than having Duckworth drive us to school for 13 years, bingo!
If it's convincing he needs, it's convincing he'll get.
Thanks for the pep talk, fellas.
OK, Gandra, this is commercial number one. Ready? And roll 'em!
Wait. Fenton, what's my motivation?
Don't tell me you're one of those temperamental actresses.
No. I mean, what are these sample commercials for?
Oh! To prove to Mr. McDuck I can be Vice President of new products.
- They make commercials, you know. - But why put me in them?
'Cause your pretty face is sure to sell any product.
Oh. No one ever used to ask me out.
Now I'm in the swing of things, thanks to...
Wait, Fenton. What is the product?
Gee, I hadn't thought about that.
The nephews' pep talk got me all motivated but I didn't think...
Wait, that's it! We'll call it "Pep."
What's "Pep?"
It's not important, as long as I have a good commercial.
Let's roll 'em.
No one ever used to ask me out.
Now I'm in the swing of things, thanks to Pep.
Take the plunge.
Use Pep.
Cut! That's a wrap! Gandy, darling, you were marvelous!
Simply marvelous!
We must do lunch sometime. Let's have our people call each other.
I hope these sample commercials get you the job, Fenton.
I can't wait to show them to Mr. McDuck tomorrow.
I can't lose. Hoo-hoo!
[phone ringing]
Fenton, if this is another attempt to bother me, don't bother.
No, Mr. McDuck, this is Harvey down at the studio.
What do you want me to do with these new TV commercials?
What do we normally do with television commercials?
Uh... run them on TV?
Then what do you suppose we should do with those?
Oh, yes, sir. Right away, sir. It'll be a media blitz, Mr. McDuck.
Now then, where was I before that commercial interruption?
My, Grandma! What big eyes you have!
The better to see you with, my dear.
And what big ears you have!
You're gettin' on my nerves, kid!
And what a big mouth!
Shut up, and give me my Pep!
Say, I'd like to buy some of that Pep.
Whatever it is.
Really, you like that commercial, Mama? I tried to make it effective, but brief.
Subtle, yet blatant. Mysterious, but... [gulping]
What's it doing on television?
I'd like a quart of milk, half a pound of bacon, and Pep.
Sorry, we don't have Pep.
Try Burnett's Hardware Store. And pick up some for me.
[Fenton] There you are, my poor man.
Forget the dime.
Brother, can you spare some Pep?
No cuttin' in line, buddy!
What's the line for?
We're waiting for Pep.
Here, Mr. McDuck, hit a bull's eye and let's get this over with.
Fenton, what is the meaning of this?
It's all my fault. I made those Pep commercials.
You? You? Then answer me this...
What is Pep? I've been dying to know.
It's nothing. Doesn't exist! Zippo! Nada!
Fenton, do you realize what you've done?
Yes, that's why I'm hoping you're a good shot.
So I won't suffer long.
No! You've created a public demand before there was a product!
I'm sorry.
Sorry for what? I'll just hire Gyro to invent Pep and we're in business.
If that's all right, Mr. Vice President?
Really? Vice President of new products?
No, Vice President on alternate Thursdays in charge of Pep.
But the job requires lots of responsibility.
You think you're up to it?
[smooching] Oh, yes, sir!
Anything you say, sir! You're the boss, Mr. McDuck.
Get a grip on yourself, lad, before I reconsider the bow and arrow.
Gyro? Yoo-hoo? Anyone home?
[Gyro] I'm here, Mr. McDuck.
Shrinking Shetlands! What happened to you?
I was working on a new diet drink. It's supposed to shrink your appetite,
but it seems to shrink more than that.
Well, I need you to work for me and Fenton now.
We need Pep.
Oh, I've seen those commercials. What is Pep?
Anything you want. You're inventing it for me.
As long as it's ready for next week, in time for the big Pep premiere.
Sounds like a big job.
Can a wee thing like you handle such a big job?
[steam whistling]
I, uh, think so.
[people chanting] We want Pep! We want Pep!
Where's Gyro? He promised us Pep would be ready.
[Gyro] I'm here, Mr. McDuck.
Gyro, at last! Have you got Pep?
Well, I brought along several inventions.
You tell me which one you like.
Here's something guaranteed to put insomniacs to sleep.
A belt-driven sheep counter.
An operatic umbrella?
[tenor voice singing opera]
Are these inventions or are you auditioning for The Gong Show?
What are we gonna do?
They'll tar and feather our feathers if we don't deliver Pep.
Gyro, have you not got anything else?
[Huey] Wow!
- Neat! - This is great!
Bubbles away!
What is that stuff?
[Gyro] It's a helium-based chewing substance.
I call it Flubblegum. That's short for floating bubble gum.
I'll tell you what it is... It's Pep!
Wait, Fenton! What are you doing?
I'm going to announce it to the world!
No, don't! I haven't had time to test it fully!
Oh... [gasping] What if it has side effects?
Gyro, Gyro, Gyro! It's only bubble gum.
What could possibly go wrong?
[man] Get out of the way!
[man 2] I saw that Pep first!
[man 3] What do you mean, "no more in back?"
[cheering]
This is Chicken Hearn for Wild World of Sports coverage
from the First Annual Pep Challenge.
Contestants are at the starting line, awaiting the signal.
Children, start your chewing!
On your mark, get set, blow!
[crowd cheering]
The winner by a mouthful!
He's hot. He's rich. He's the talk of Duckburg.
He's Fenton Crackshell, marketing genius behind Pep,
the new lighter-than-air chewing gum.
Tell us, has success spoiled Fenton Crackshell?
Little old moi?
I'm still the humble, modest accountant! Was before Pep.
Except now We got my own fortune to account.
I'm so proud. My own son on Oprah Webfeet!
And to think, your class voted you Most Likely to Become Homeless.
Ha, ha! Look at us now!
Living in a tri-level trailer, complete with a Jacuzzi, satellite dish,
and even catered TV dinners!
Din-din is sewed.
Isn't success great?
All my caviar dreams and champagne wishes have finally come true!
- [banging on door] - Entrez!
Fenton, it's time we looked at a bigger market for Pep.
Mr. McDuck, I'm in the middle of my champagne bubble bath!
Do we have to talk about this now?
Profits wait for no man, laddie,
and I need to see you before I go overseas to market the product.
Hold on, Mr. McDuck!
The marketing of Pep is very tricky.
I must insist on handling it myself.
Whatever happened to the humble Fenton who used to say,
"Whatever you want, Mr. McDuck?"
Scroogie, old boy, you've got to stop thinking of me as an employee.
I am a peer, a partner, an equal entrepreneur.
In fact, I'd like to talk to you about the future of.
Crackshell-McDuck Enterprises.
Crackshell-McWhat?
We'll confer at my earliest convenience.
Make an appointment with my secretary on your way out!
Eighty-seven... 88... 89...
- [sheep bleating] - 90... 91...
Ach, it's no use, I cannot sleep!
Not with that bubblegum baron, Fenton, on my payroll.
What's all that racket down there?
The boys should not be up this late.
How's a duck supposed to sleep? Boys, where are you?
- [Dewey] Hi, Uncle Scrooge. - [gasping]
Yeah, real high!
Boys, get down from there at once!
I've told you not to blow Flubble bubbles in bed!
We haven't had any Pep since this afternoon.
Then how'd you get up there?
Beats us. We went to bed, but woke up on the ceiling.
Darn me argyles!
What has that crackpot inventor done this time?
Gyro Gearloose here.
Gyro, We're having our share of ups and no downs over here.
I'm not surprised. Apparently, masticating too much
of the carbonized helium generates an imbalance
in the homeostasis of the upper torso.
Say it in English!
To chew is to float. I warned Fenton that Flubblegum wasn't fully tested.
We've got to do something before this situation gets out of hand.
[gasping]
Howlin' heather! It's too late!
The problems with Pep continue to percolate
as citizens all over Duckburg take to the air.
The strange phenomenon surrounding Flubblegum
has moved the Surgeon General to declare, "Pep may cause headaches",
concussions, or Dutch Elm disease."
As if the subways aren't packed enough,
now the ceilings are being overcrowded, as well.
No area of life has been unaffected by Pep.
Would you like the Pep, or the non-Pep section?
Pep, please.
It's chaos at the airport, as air traffic controllers complain
that stewardesses are taking off before their planes.
Questions now being asked are, where will this all end?
And where is the man responsible, Fenton Crackshell?
Ach, that Fenton and his stupid ideas.
- He's giving me gizzard indigestion. - Yikes!
Fenton, what are you doing in there?
Guzzling your Pepto-Dismal.
Well, get out of there! Everyone in Duckburg is looking for you.
Why do you think I'm in here?
Floating has a strange effect on people.
It makes them want to harm me.
Aye, me too. But you wanted this job, Mr. Vice President,
so now it's time for you to do something about it.
What should I do?
You've done plenty. Maybe it's time for your alter-ego to fix this mess.
You mean, GizmoDuck?
How many alter-egos do you have?
Milford? There you are!
I've been looking low and high for you.
Blathering blatherskite!
My first chance at the big time vanished into thin air.
Poor Gandra!
She's the spokeswoman for the worst invention
since the cordless extension cord! And Mama!
I'll never be able to buy her the chinchilla slippers I promised.
Oh, how could I sink so low?
Yovvtch! What the...?
Blathering blatherskite, I'm a Pepper, too!
How am I gonna get to my GizmoDuck suit?
Excuse me, I need to reach out and touch someone really badly.
Do I look like Ma Bell? Beat it, buster!
Gandra, Gandra!
I don't want to speak to you, Fenton.
Bu“ need you.
The last time I helped you, I became the most-hated television personality
since JR Mooing.
Yikes!
Whoa!
Just my luck, floating right into a flight path!
Hey, maybe I can hitch a ride and get back down to Earth.
Sunday fliers!
Where is GizmoDuck?
Why hasn't he rescued those people yet?
Duckworth, take me to Paradise Propane Park, and step on it!
Mrs. Crackshell, has Fenton changed into his GizmoDuck suit yet?
Not unless he has a spare.
What could have happened to him?
[knocking on door]
I have an air mail letter here for Mrs. Crackshell. Postage due.
I'm a little short. May I borrow some change, Mr. McDuck?
Uh... Is your credit good?
I think so.
Do you have a valid driver's license?
I don't drive!
Then I'll need to see a major credit card.
But I don't have one!
Oh, forget it! I've got other deliveries to make!
It's from Fenton.
"Dear Mama, If you thought my head was in the clouds before,"
you should see it now!
Your ever-loving and floating son, Fenton.
"PS: Help!"
My Son!
You've got to do something before he floats south for the winter!
I don't suppose you have a Worry Room around here?
As a matter of fact, yes.
It's a lazy Susan worry rut.
Fenton thought of everything.
If we could only get Fenton his GizmoDuck suit.
What if we hire a pilot to fly it to him?
Too risky. We might reveal his secret identity.
How about attaching Flubblegum to it and floating it up to him?
It could float into the wrong hands.
Wait! Does Fenton keep any extra Pep stashed around here?
Am I wearing curlers?
Hold onto your house slippers!
We're going to find out how mobile this home really is.
Why are you throwing Pep in the trash compactor?
You'll see.
[compactor clunking]
Do you have a tire pump?
Who doesn't?
[rumbling]
Firth of Forth! We're rising like a bull market!
The air must really be thin up here.
I'm starting to see flying trailers.
Fenton, we brought your GizmoDuck suit!
Hurry, Fenton! Say the secret words before the Flubble bubble pops!
Mama, I'm coming!
Blathering blatherskite!
Whoa!
A helmet-copter! Never leave home without it.
[cheering]
[exclaiming] We're falling like a lead balloon!
This is a lead balloon!
[screaming]
What are you doing? Don't jump! Stop!
My new trailer... ruined!
And I never even got to try the new remote-control popcorn popper.
Good thinking, Mr. McDuck. I couldn't have saved you better myself.
[muffled]
Mr. McDuck, don't you know it's rude to talk with your mouth full?
Get me down from here!
[ringing]
Hello?
Hi, Gandra. It's me, Fenton.
Could you find it in your heart to forgive me?
Well, I don't know.
Oh, please! I'll make up for making you the shame of Madison Avenue.
I promise. How about a nice dinner and a movie?
Oh, OK. When should I be ready?
Just as soon as I finish sending refunds and apology letters
to all the people who bought Pep.
How many more do you have to do?
Oh, about 480,000.
I'll pick you up a week from Thursday.