♪ 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 ♪
[water running]
[brush scrubbing]
[humming]
[chuckling] There's nothing like the sheen of clean cash.
I do believe you're the only one who can launder money
and get away with it, Mr. McDuck.
[rock music rumbling]
Crumble me castle! I cannot hear myself think!
That racket sounds worse than a bulldozer in a china shop!
[trilling lips] Hey, hey, hey, hey! Wake up, rock and rollers!
It's time for the Screaming Sky McFly Show!
[laughing]
All right!
- Yeah! - Oh boy, oh boy!
Bubba rock and roll!
Hey, flip if you're hip and hop fill you drop.
But whatever you do, foot stompers, don? Forget we're only two days away
from my million-dollar giveaway for the hip-hoppinest,
newest musical group.
If you've got a great group, get down here and...
[all] Get rude!
[turning off TV]
[all] Dude!
I have a lot of cleaning to do, lads,
and I don't have time for shakin', rattlin', or rollin'.
But, Uncle Scrooge, this music is the baddest!
You can say that again.
Those losers from a hog calling contest could not sing a note
if their lives depended on it.
Might I suggest listening to songs sung by real singers,
like Drake Sinatra, or Gandy Williams.
Right! The winners of the hog calling contest!
Aw, you two are just a couple of old fuddy-duddies!
Well, this fuddy-duddy's got to get back to work.
Uncle Scrooge is even more ancient than Bubba.
[man] Welcome to another night
of thugs and mugs on Duckburg's Most Wanted.
[Ma Beagle] Your brother, Bombshell, takes such a nice picture.
Hey, look, Ma! There's Brainstorm Beagle! And Bankroll!
Oh, I love family albums!
Ooh, ooh! We're still in the top ten!
Wait till the girls at the Mothers of Criminals meeting hear about this!
[man] And now, a word from our sponsors.
Hey, get rude, Dude!
The million-dollar giveaway for the baddest, raddest, rock group
is just two... count 'em... hey, two days away!
Say! That gives me an idea.
You boys are gonna run away with that grand prize.
But, Ma, we're jailbirds, not songbirds.
You don't have to sing, you tin-eared twerp!
You're gonna swipe the dough!
And if you boys pull this one off, I'm sure the girls will vote me.
Crime Mother of the Year.
[Sky] Whoa! Hey, hit the dance floor with your feet
and start hoppin' to the beat, 'cause it's time to blast off
for the million-dollar giveaway!
[cheering]
[guitar twanging]
[lips trilling]
[people shouting]
Move out of the way you wimpy Warblers,
or you'll be singing with the angels!
Excuse me!
[Burger] Oh boy, oh boy!
I can't wait to tip-toe through the twenties!
Hey, hey, web-hands! Are you ready to go rad with the latest fad?
[cheering]
Then let's get rockin'!
Uh-oh! The gig is up.
No way, dude, the gig's just startin'.
What do you boys call yourselves?
Uh... eh... uh... we're the Beagles.
What are you gonna sing for us today?
Sing? We only know about Sing Sing.
Blast! A mother's work is never done!
We're gonna sing, uh...
Sing this!
Uh, we're gonna sing the... uh... The Booby Bagel.
It's a good one. I mean the... the... The Booty Baby.
That's what we're gonna... ah...
The Boogie Beagle Blues.
- I' Oh... - I Oh...
♪ The siren screams
♪ The warden shouts
♪ You know the Beagle Boys are breaking out
♪ We're gonna steal some blue suede shoes
♪ and sing The Boogie Beagle Blues
Yeah!
♪ You keep the bank
♪ We got the cash
♪ We're gonna blow this joint and hide our stash
♪ We'll make the doggone headline news
♪ And sing the Boogie Beagle Blues
- I it's really hot. - I What's hot?
- I What we got. - I Very hot
♪ We're gonna get away before we're caught
[all howling]
♪ As long as it's illegal we'll be happy Beagles
♪ We'll smile for our next mug shot
- ♪ Say "Cheese!" - ♪ We're making money
♪ We got the plates
♪ You know we're wanted in all the better states
- Yeah, we're popular. - ♪ We made the FBI's Who's Whos
♪ We sing The Boogie Beagle Blues
♪ Sing The Boogie Beagle Blues
- I' Oh... - I Oh...
- I Oh... I
[cheering]
Rock to the top! It's unanimous.
You boys are the winners!
Say hello to one million smackeroos!
Uh... you mean the dough is ours?
Yeah, and we didn't even have to say "stick 'em up!"
[giggling]
[man] OK.
[man 2] All right, let's take it from the top, Melvis.
[growling]
You ain't nothing but a... a road hog...
[snorting] Pretty mama, messin' up my sty!
Move over, chubs! Get back to where you belong!
What's going on here?
My boys are the hottest new group on the music scene.
And things are gonna get a lot hotter around here
unless you give 'em a contract right now.
Well... I know talent when I see it.
[stammering] Just sign on the dotted line.
Me first. Me first. Only, how many Xs are in Burger?
I cannot believe it!
Dukka records has just signed up the Beagle Boys.
So what's wrong with that?
I own the company.
Uh... here's the latest tune
by the group that's tearing up the charts, The Beagles.
It's number one with a bullet. Heh, heh... and I'm not kidding.
I hate the Beagle Boys. I hate their music.
And I cannot stand their screaming fans.
Why don't you just tear up their contract?
Are you out of your mind, Mrs. Featherby?
They're making me millions.
And, believe it or not, they're doing it honestly.
[knocking on door]
[fans screaming]
The Beagle Boys are here to see you, Mr. McDuck.
No more autographs, you lovesick leeches!
Ma Beagle!
Howdy, partner!
Thought we'd drop by to see how all our dough's doin'.
And from the looks of things, we're rock and rolling.
And that's a good thing,
'cause there's a few things my boys need.
Limos! Mansions! Mood rings?
This'll cost me a fortune!
That's not our problem, Scroogie!
Our contract clearly states that you's gotta give us
the stuff we want or else we split.
- [all] Yeah. - Go ahead and tell him...
Give him... uh... you tell him, Ma.
Come on, boys, we got a lot of notes to hit.
C-notes, that is. [Cackling]
You cannot do this to me! I'll be ruined!
[screaming]
Uncle Scrooge, are you all right?
It only hurts when I...
♪ Sing The Boogie Beagle Blues ♪
[groaning]
Whee!
Ah, this is the life!
We'll never have to work again.
Oh, yeah? Who says?
Being pop stars takes a lot of work.
Hard work.
[Baggy] Uh... I need water.
Take five, boys!
Oh boy! Chocolate strawberry bubblegum cake!
[laughing] Strawberry fields forever.
Wham';?
You gotta cut down on the sweets, Burger dear.
We don't want the fans to start calling you the Flab Four!
- [snoring] - Now, look alive, boys!
Forget it! I've had enough of this torture.
Listen, sonny, if you want to stay on top you gotta look the part.
And, take it from me, you boys are gonna look it from the inside out.
We look ridiculous!
You're supposed to, you glitter goon!
That's what the kids like, so stop complaining.
We've got too much work to do.
Uh... can't you give us a break, Ma?
We've been signing autographs all day.
Now boys, you don't want to disappoint your ma, or your fans. Do you?
Uh... looks like we got no choice.
[screaming]
I cannot believe it, boys, but your record has gone gold seven times over
and still selling like silver-dollar pancakes.
See, Scroogie? Maybe we're not so bad after all.
Well, you're no-good, low-down degenerates who belong behind bars,
but keep up the good work.
[flu] AW, jeez.
- That was swell. - You ain't so bad yourself, McDuck.
Uh... That's pretty good from a guy who spells his name funny.
Come on, boys, we got a lot more work to do.
Uh, maybe we ought to check with Scroogie first.
Scrooge'? What about me'?
Need I remind you who's the boss?
Maybe this little game will refresh your memories.
This little piggy went to the slammer,
this little piggy stayed in his cell,
and this little piggy...
I remember what those little piggies do!
Good, now let's get cuttin'.
Oh, I've had it! No more workouts for this rock star.
I'm taking 40 winks. Forty thousand winks, that is.
Rest time is over, you lugs!
We've got a studio session at 5:00, a personal appearance
at the Duckburg Mall at 6:00, then at 8:00,
you're gonna do a show at the Home for the Terminally Unfashionable.
Uh... uh... aw, gee, Ma.
Let up, will ya?
I... I mean, how many more of these hard days' nights can we take?
[EH] Yeah!
Just shut up and suffer for your art.
Now, at midnight you'll be signing autographs on the Duckburg off-ramp.
And at 2:00am...
[clearing throat]
Bigtime, looks like you got somethin' on your mind.
Well, yeah, Ma. You're fired!
Fired?
Sorry, Ma, but you pushed us too far.
Now we're doing the pushin'.
[Bigtime] Business is business.
Maybe it's time I gave them the business.
It's not nice to fool with Mother Beagle.
[woman] Welcome, ladies, to another meeting of Mothers of Criminals.
Uh... do you have something to say, Dirty Harriet?
Uh... I'm happy to announce that my boy, Ricky Half-Nelson,
was just sentenced to three-to-20 years for armed robbery.
_ [applauding] [murmuring]
And what's the latest on your brood, Ma Beagle?
Well, two of my boys are still on the FBl's Most Wanted list.
Uh... two more just broke the top 20.
But, I'm ashamed to admit four of my boys
are in America's Top 40 Hit Parade!
They've gone legit!
[gasping]
What kind of mother are you?
You let them make money honestly? [gasping] How shameless!
I'm sorry, ladies. I guess that's where I went wrong.
But I'll get those boys back on the wrong side of the tracks again,
by hook or by crook!
[wheels squeaking]
[giggling]
Hmph! Those brats won't be on easy street much longer.
I'll put them back on the road to ruin.
[motorcycle approaching]
Uh... Nina Quackwell from Rolling Duck is here to see you thugs.
What luck.
Uh, Nina Quackwell, I've been a fan of yours for years.
Really?
Yeah.
I've always wanted to be just like you.
[scuffling, shrieking]
How's it rockin', boys?
Say, haven't I seen you somewhere before?
You look kind of familiar.
Yeah, you remind me of someone I know
who's fat, ugly and mean...
How sweet. Flattery will get you ten to 20.
Now, let's get down to business.
Ooh, ooh, my name is Burger.
My sign is Airyhead, and my favorite junk food color is, uh, puce.
Slow down, slug breath, I'm not interviewing you yet.
First comes the photo session.
Meet me at Fourth and Duckway at midnight.
Then you can squeal... uh... gab all you want.
Uh, gee, this is a funny place for an interview.
Yeah. A busted-in bank, just like old times.
I don't get it. The only cameras here are surveillance cameras.
- [light switch clicking] - Hey, what's goin' on?
You're under arrest, that's what.
But we were supposed to do an interview with Nina Quackwell.
The only talking you'll be doing is under hot lights.
Perfect. Once the kids hear that their heroes are in the slammer,
The Beagles will be ruined. [Cackling]
[yelling, shouting]
[all] Free The Beagles!
Like, you were framed, man!
The only thing they stole was our hearts!
What? Those ditzy dingbats love my boys even more.
[cheering]
Thanks for bailing us out, Scroogie.
It was all a big misunderstanding.
But we promise to pay you back the 5,000 it cost you.
You will? Well, that's so decent of you.
Yeah. Subtract it from this new list of things we demand.
Yeah, like five tons of caviar bubblegum ice cream.
I don't know how much longer my bank account can take this punishment.
Ma Beagle!
You're the one responsible for this.
Your brutish brood is costing me a fortune.
I'd do anything to get them out of my feathers.
Hmm... maybe we can help each other out.
Me make a deal with you?
The Beagles' popularity can't last forever.
And it's about time they toppled.
When I give you the go ahead,
you book them on the Screamin' Sky McF/y Show.
First, Nina Quackwell is gonna have a little talk with McFly.
Then we'll rock and roll them into oblivion.
Heh, heh. Well, show time's in one minute guys.
The clock's tickin' so you'd better get kickin'
with that new song Nina Quackwell said you had.
But Sky, we don't have a new song yet.
Maybe you'd like me to book Melvis Pigsley instead?
You know, that pig is big.
So sing a new ditty, or that little piggy has got the market.
Sheesh, now I know why they call him Screamin' Sky McFly.
What a rude dude!
Hey, the show's gonna start in 30 seconds.
We need a new song fast.
No sweat. I got one.
♪ I like burgers and hot dogs with mustard
♪ And a crinkly fry on top with custard
♪ Ooh, ooh...
♪ The pizza pie with jelly that ain't too smelly...
Stop it, Burger.
Ma was the one who wrote our hit song and we gave her the pink slip.
Which is more than we ever gave her on Mother's Day.
If she only was here.
Surprise, boys!
I know you don't need me anymore but I whipped up
this little tune for old times' sake.
Gee, thanks, Ma!
Not so fast! What's in it for me?
[trilling] Hey, hey, hey, hey! Celebrate, salivate,
and gather round for Duckburg's hottest sound, The Beagles!
We'll do anything you say, Ma. Anything.
Good!
That means stealing breakfast for me every morning,
polishing my blackjack collection twice a week,
and visiting your dear old ma whenever you're out on parole.
It's a deal.
Thanks, Ma. We won't forget this on Mother's Day.
[cackling] You won't ever forget this.
[cheering]
[all] s Ohh...
- I You guys is jerks. - I You all are nerds
♪ You guys is nothing but a bunch of stupid birds
- I Looks like we're winning. - I And you lose
♪ You sing The Boogie Beagle Blues
♪ We tell you lies
♪ We break the laws
♪ We love to step on everybody's paws
♪ We're laughing 'cause the joke's on you's
♪ We sing The Boogie Beagle Blues...
[crowd booing]
[crowd hissing]
Hey, what the...?
[crowd shouting]
[all yelling]
[Sky] You're rude, dudes!
Uh, I... I think we offended our fans, Bigtime.
It's Ma's fault. She slipped us a bum song.
A perfect song for a bunch of bums.
From now on, you're gonna do things my way, right?
[all] Yes, Mommy.
Oh, it feels so good to have my boys back to being bad.
[shouting]
"Beagles Bomb." [laughing] That's music to my ears.
You must feel terrible after losing all that money, sir.
Aye, but at least the Beagle Boys are has-beens.
Besides, I've signed up the biggest money maker
in the business today: Melvis.
[chuckling, snorting] Blue, blue, blue
[belching] Blue, blue, blue suede whos.