♪ 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 ♪
[Fenton] So far this year, Mr. McDuck, you've made five trillion,
two-hundred sixty-five thousand dollars and forty-three cents.
- Go on. - Go on?
But you're way ahead of last year.
Aye, but not way, way ahead.
Well, that's because of your overseas competition, sir.
A pox on those pirates with their cheap labor.
But, sir, they pay the same wages as you do.
Right. Cheap labor. Well, I'll lick 'em.
You've got to get up in the wee hours of the morning
to get ahead of Scrooge McDuck.
Hey, Uncle Scrooge, isn't today the day you inspect your skateboard factory?
Aye, lads. How I love to drop in unannounced
and watch everybody running around like chickens
with their noodles cut off. Let's go.
Remember, girls, as soon as Mr. McDuck bursts in here and yells, "Surprise!"
I want you running around like chickens with your noodles cut off.
Just like last year, Mr. Beaver?
And the year before that, and the year before...
- Gee, he should be here any... - [all] Surprise!
- Oh, dear! - Oh, dear!
Heavens! I never dreamed...
Always be ready for surprises when you work for Scrooge McDuck.
Got that, Beaver?
Yes, sir!
Got the new skateboard ready, Mr. Beaver?
We'd love to see it.
That's a surprise I'm ready for!
Girls, bring out this year's model.
Here it is... the Sidewalk City Slicker.
Equipped with power steering, radar control,
and it even brakes automatically for ice cream trucks.
' WOW! ' Oh! Super!
That'll put the competition out of business in six months.
Can we play with the skateboard?
Play with it? You can take it home with you.
- Yay! - Yippee!
I think not. You boys have enough toys already.
[all] AWW!
Let's go, Fenton. I want to continue inspecting the factory.
Here, boys. This will be our little secret.
- Wow! - Thanks a million!
Yahoo! Ride 'em, skateboard!
[Fenton chuckling]
What are you chuckling about, Fenton?
Eager Beaver was telling me how you always think you surprise him,
but you never really do.
Nonsense. You saw how surprised they were.
They were just pretending.
[ringing]
Look what happened to my cash castle!
Well, that's the way the economy crumbles.
Yes, Mrs. Featherby?
Mr. Trumpcard with the overseas competition skateboard company?
Good. Put him through.
If this call is what I think it is, we'll see if Beaver and his girls
are ready for a real surprise.
Trumpcard, old boy.
I've thought about your offer. I've decided to say yes.
I'll sell McDuck Skateboard factory to you, after all.
Good. I'll fly into Duckburg to settle this deal as soon as possible.
You're selling your skateboard company?
Aye, I can make more money by selling this business
than by staying in business.
So, I've decided to take my profit now instead of later.
But... But what'll happen to Eager Beaver and the other factory workers?
Business is business...
[hollering]
Skateboard!
[whistling]
OM!
I'm gonna sue for a jillion dollars.
I wanna put people in jail for a million years as sure as my name is...
[grunting]
As sure as my name is...
My name is...
[American accent] What is my name? Who am I?
And why am I talking with this funny accent?
Who am I? Where am I?
What is the meaning of life?
- Hey, Pop! - Is that my name? Pop?
Excuse me, sir, could you please...
Here you go, bum. All I can spare is a quarter.
Money. Hmm. Something very familiar about it.
Hmm... McDuckburgers.
I'd like three Scroogeburgers, please.
- [beeping] - That'll be 15 dollars.
Outrageous! I want to buy hamburgers, not put McDuck's kids through college!
Look, do you have the money, Pop? Yes or no?
No, bu“ have an appetite.
[grunting]
Well, that's not the only place in town for eats.
Maybe Scrooge McDuck's Chinese Restaurant.
Ah, so. Scrooge McDuck's Cafeteria?
Yikes! That's the last straw.
I wanna give that Scrooge Mc-what's-his-name a piece of my mind!
I'm sorry. Mr. McDuck isn't here now.
Could I take a message?
Yes. Tell him I'd like to punch him in the nose.
Another chipper call for Mr. McDuck.
Oh, dear. Where could he be?
This is the first time he's ever missed his daily dip in the Money Bin.
I haven't seen him since he was building cash castles here this morning.
Let's split up and search for him.
Good idea. Boys, you search high and low.
Mrs. Beakley, you search far and wide.
And I'll search here and there.
[all] Right!
Uncle Scrooge? Uncle Scrooge? Uncle Scrooge!
Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Yoo-hoo, Mr. McDuck! Are you in there?
Perhaps the next story. '(co-hoe, Mr. McDucK?
Oh, Mr. McDuck!
[crashing]
Oh, dear. Did you find Mr. McDuck?
No, but I did find a nail in the road.
We've searched everywhere. Where could Mr. McDuck be?
Can I help you, POP?
You put pictures of missing persons on milk cartons, don't you?
So what?
I'm looking for my picture.
- How can you be missing? You're here! - But I don't know who I am.
I'll tell you who you are. You're a wise guy!
Maybe my picture's on one of the empty milk cartons.
Mmm, what's that wonderful smell?
Eek! What are you doing there?
Get away from that window, you... you Vagabond!
Forgive me, ma'am, but your dinner smells so delicious.
I don't suppose you have enough for two?
Well, yes, but... why should I invite you in?
Are you trustworthy?
- Yes. - Single?
- I think so. - How's your pulse?
Steady.
Park it inside on the sofa, honey.
This TV dinner is scrumptious, ma'am.
Please, call me Mrs. Crackshell.
What's your name?
To be honest, I don't know.
- You don't know your own name? - I have forgotten.
How exciting! You've got amnesia.
Are you sure?
Honey, after 25 years of watching soap operas
I know a case of amnesia when I see it.
All I can remember is something about a skateboard.
Skateboard, huh? Say...
Maybe you work at the Scrooge McDuck Skateboard factory.
It's right down the street. I'll call my son and find out.
[sighs] It's busy. I wonder who he's talking to.
But, Mr. Trumpcard! No, you can't!
You see, it's like this... Yes, yes, of course. No problem.
See you soon.
Gulp! Mr. Trumpcard is flying here in two days.
If we don't find Mr. McDuck, his big deal will fall through.
What are we gonna do?
We must notify the police.
But if word gets out that Mr. McDuck is missing, the stocks will fall,
rumors will run rampant, and confidence in the business world will be low.
We've got to stall.
I know! Why don't you dress up and pretend you're Uncle Scrooge, Fenton?
Ridiculous.
You wanna save Uncle Scrooge's skateboard factory, don't you?
Of course.
[Scrooge] Mr. Beaver, could you tell me, do I work here?
Hmm... you look familiar. You don't remember?
All I remember is something about a skateboard.
You're probably overworked, but you gotta get back out on the line, Pop.
Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
By the way, how much money do I make?
I remember something about liking money, too.
[laughs] Are you in the wrong place!
You make minimum wage... uh, plus benefits.
Benefits? You mean like bonuses, paid vacations and health plans?
Nah, the honor of working for Scrooge McDuck.
[bell ringing]
Stop, stop! Slow down, Pop!
What... What's happening?
Didn't you hear the bell? It's lunch break.
Good. Mrs. Crackshell packed me TV dinner leftovers.
- [bell ringing] - What's that?
Lunchtime's over. Back to work.
Bu“ haven't even taken my first bite yet!
Tell that to the big boss... Scrooge McDuck.
There's that name again.
He's... He's a slave driver.
Take it easy, Pop. Take it easy.
Thanks. Lfl keep this up, I'll still be shaking three years after I retire.
Relax. Rest a spell.
I'll throw a minute meatloaf in the microwave.
No. Let's go out.
You've been so kind to me. You deserve it.
Really?
I'll put on my Sunday, go-to-courtin' hair net and be right out, big boy.
It's so nice of you to spend your hard-earned money
on something as extravagant as pizza.
You sure know how to show an old girl a good time.
Yes, this is a nice joint.
Even if it is owned by that tycoon, McDuck.
[shouting, cheering]
That wide-screen TV makes this place so romantic.
Yeah. But I'm tired of that football game.
Hey, fellas, flip the channel to The Young and the Feather/ass.
You'd do that for me?
Oh, you want to see it, too?
I'm dying to find out if Ginger Snapsalot recovered from her tax audit,
divorce, and double bypass gizzard transplant.
Are you about ready, Fenton?
Do those old clothes of Mr. McDuck fit?
See for yourself. Do I look like Mr. McDuck or what?
I look more like Mr. McDuck.
Now there, that helps.
But now you have to sound like him, too.
You're right. He has that funny accent, doesn't he?
Uh... how's this?
[French accent] An audit a day keeps zee tax collector away.
Oui, mes petites ducklings?
Uh... wrong accent.
How's this?
[German accent] Time to make like the interest rates und rise!
Boy, you've got the stupid sayings right,
but your accent still has a funny accent.
It's no use... I cannot do it.
[Scottish accent] There's only one Scrooge McDuck.
Uh... What was that?
They broke the mold with him, they did.
I have a wee chance of fillin' those spats.
Wow. Try this.
The heather near the loch goes halfway round the block.
[Scottish accent] The heather near the loch goes halfway round the block.
- He's got it! - He's got it!
By Jove, I think he's got it!
Why do I have this sudden urge to dance all night?
I think you lads are right. I'm even beginnin' to feel like Mr. McDuck.
So, uh, what are you gonna do down at the factory?
Take care of business to fill the coffers of me Money Bin.
And what are you gonna do about our allowances?
Exactly what your uncle would do... cut 'em.
[all] What?
- [Fenton] And Mrs. Beakley's salary. - What?
And be sure to turn the lights off after you leave a room.
The money you save is the money I swim in.
Ah, jeepers.
Fenton is more of a scrooge than Uncle Scrooge is a scrooge!
A bonny day to you, Trumpcard.
No small talk, McDuck. Let's get down to business.
Is everything OK, McDuck? You look different.
A little under the weather, perhaps?
I have not been feeling myself lately.
But that doesn't mean I'm not up to selling my skateboard factory.
Hello, Henrietta? Honey, have I got an earful for you!
Mr. McDuck is going to sell.
[electrical whirring]
[indistinct shouting]
What's going on over there?
I heard it from a very reliable source.
Scrooge McDuck is selling our factory to the overseas competition company.
They're going to close us down!
You mean McDuck will get a big profit, and we get the pink slip?
Precisely.
- [all] Oh, no! - Where are we gonna go?
- What are we gonna do? - I'll tell you what we're gonna do.
We're gonna fix old McDuck's wagon.
- Doing what? - How?
We'll strike. We'll refuse to work
until Scrooge McDuck promises to keep this factory going.
Yeah, why should the competition pay lots of money to shut us down
if we shut ourselves down for nothin'?
Yeah, let's strike, strike, strike!
[all] Strike! Strike! Strike!
What's all this? Get back to work!
[all] Strike! Strike! Strike!
Sign the contract on the dotted line, Mr. Trumpcard,
and the skateboard company will be yours.
When it comes to negotiating deals, McDuck,
you're the toughest, coldest Scotsman I've ever met.
Sign now! Compliments later.
Um, excuse me, Mr. McDuck.
Mrs. Featherby, I thought I told you I did not want to be disturbed.
Yes, but there was an emergency phone call from Mr. Beaver.
The workers at the skateboard factory are... are, um...
Well, speak up, woman. Don't keep me guessing.
S-T-RA-K-E.
Streck? Streak? What? I'm a lousy speller!
She said "strike!"
Strike? Really? What are they doin' there? Bowling?
Think again.
Keep signin'. I'll be back before the ink dries.
Get back to work! I do not pay you to stand around!
Not until you cancel that deal selling out our jobs!
Down with Scrooge McDuck!
[all] Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!
Police, arrest that troublemaker!
Keep the strike going.
Scrooge McDuck, you're a bully!
You're a tyrant! Strike!
Catch that troublemaker!
Grab him! Arrest that outlaw!
Go away! You'll never stop me!
Oh, yeah? I'll have you thrown in jail for 20 years
as sure as my name is Fen... uh... Scrooge McDuck!
The most disgraceful name in Duckburg, you money-grabbing monster!
Why, you! Get your rotten...
Hey, cut it out! [Yelling]
Strike!
Grab him! Arrest him!
[Scottish accent] Uh... I mean... McGrab him! Arrest the loony!
Down with the boss! Strike!
Whee!
[gasping] Speak to me, Pop! Are you all right?
Why shouldn't I be all right? What are you standin' around for?
Who declared a holiday? Get back to work!
And who's Pop?
Glad to see you're up and about.
It means you can walk to the paddy wagon.
Paddy wagon? For what?
Because you're under arrest. That's why.
Under arrest? Me? For what?
Inciting a riot, resisting officers,
and knocking down our leading citizen, Scrooge McDuck.
Unhand me, you ruffians.
I happen to be Scrooge McDuck!
He's out of his mind!
And I own this factory.
I'm Scrooge McDuck, as any fool can plainly see.
What are you doing with my spectacles? And my hat!
You're daft!
And my accent! You impostor!
Impostor, is it?
OK, if you're Scrooge McDuck then prove it.
What's Scrooge's hat size?
Whichever hat's on sale.
Now you prove it to me. How old is Mrs. Beakley?
- [steam whistling] - [gibbering]
What we have here is a standoff.
We're gonna have to take this to a higher court.
Officers, take him away.
I've been waiting for you for hours.
Come home right now!
Yes, Mama.
Fenton! What are you doing dressed up as Mr. McDuck?
[exclaiming] I, uh...
Impersonating me, that's what!
[all gasping] It's him!
- Mr. McDuck! - I can't believe it!
I can't believe it, either.
I had a date with the richest duck on Earth
and all I got was a lousy pizza.
Fenton, I'd like a word with you.
I'm sorry Mr. McDuck, I got carried away.
You're gonna fire me now, huh? If I were you I'd fire me.
Back in Scotland, there's an old saying...
"Ah, if we only had the gift to see ourselves as others see us."
So, Fenton, thank you for helping me do that.
I've been a greedy old cuss.
Fellow workers, I'm not going to sell this factory.
[all cheering]
If anybody's going to go out of business, it's the competition.
Because we are going to sell the best skateboards in the world!
[all cheering]
And the lunch hour is now going to be a full half hour.
[all] Yay! Huh?
And I'm going to raise everyone's salary a dollar a month.
I mean, a week.
Er... uh... aday?
[sulping] An hour?
[all cheering]
Generosity is so painful!
I suppose this means you won't be coming back to the trailer with me.
Are you joking?
With Ginger Snapsalot about to recover from amnesia
on The Young and the Feather/ass? I wouldn't miss it!
Let's go!