♪ 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 ♪
A round of milkshakes! What flavors do you have?
The same flavors I had yesterday when you asked:
chocolate, strawberry and vanilla.
Aw, but we're tired of the same old flavors.
Yeah, why can't you have something different,
like peanut butter and jelly shakes?
Yummers! [Slurping]
I've been selling chocolate, strawberry and vanilla for 30 years,
and I've done just fine, thank you. I don't intend to change now.
If we had our own malt shop, I bet it'd be lots better than this place.
Yeah.
Hey! Maybe we can have our own malt shop.
How?
We're the nephews of the richest duck in the world, that's how.
A malt shop. Will you help us?
I admire your ambition, lads, but you're much too young to run a business.
No, we're not! We're ten years old.
There'll be plenty of time for you boys to be yuppie ducks when you grow up.
Oh, Uncle Scrooge!
Later, lads. Now I have work to do.
[chuckling] Imagine those silly lads, itching to get into business.
Scratch me Scots!
I'm itchin', too, and I'm already in business!
Ach! Me dander's in an uproar!
[rumbling]
[Scrooge grunting]
[gasping]
Mr. McDuck!
You cut that poor moose's head just to use it as a backscratcher?
Quit asking silly questions and call Duckworth.
Get me to the doctor!
- [Scrooge] Stop! - [brakes screeching]
Forget the hospital. Back up to that free clinic.
[coughing] _ [crying]
The doctor will see you now.
Guten morgen! I am Dr. Von Swine, and who are you?
[Scrooge] Scrooge McDuck.
Scrooge McDuck!
The wealthiest guy in Duckburg?
I see. Well, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place.
The mental health clinic for the screwballs is down the street, you see.
I am not a screwball!
Well, you are if you've come to the free clinic
thinking you are the richest duck in Duckburg.
How do you think I got to be the richest? Now, what's wrong with me?
Uh-hum. Looks like a cabbagical distortion
causing an astigmatic Iippitude in the myopic receptors.
Sounds serious.
Not really. It means I got sauerkraut on my monocle.
[laughing] There! Now for a closer look.
[gasping] Guten strudel!
The worst case of loot lice I've ever seen!
[Scrooge] Loot lice? What's that?
A rare malady that affects bankers, cashiers
and millionaires with money bins.
But this is the first case I've ever seen in a penniless psychotic.
I am not penniless! I'm Scrooge McDuck!
You're psychotic.
Yeah, yeah, sure. Whoever you are, there's only one cure:
- immediate Ovaltine. - Ovaltine?
How will a cup of cocoa cure me?
Did I say Ovaltine? I meant quarantine.
[chuckling] I get so confused, you know.
No kidding?
- [Scrooge] Where are you taking me? - [\/on Swine] To the isolation tank.
[gasps]
How long do I have to stay in this crazy bubble?
The loot lice will die off in one week,
provided you have no contact with money.
No contact with money? I might not survive the week.
Doctor's orders. And I suggest you fumigate that Money Bin of yours, too.
Now I must go.
I have a 1:00 beak transplant and I can't keep the patient waiting
or she won't pay for her bill.
You get it? Beak? Bill? [Chuckling]
That's a hot one. Ha! Evidently not.
Perhaps we should operate on the funny bone.
Get out of here, you quack!
[man moaning, crying]
You don't sound so good over there. What's ailing you?
[male voice] Food poisoning.
I ate a six-day-old peanut butter and meatball sandwich.
Ooh, it hurts!
You sound very familiar.
Hiya, Scroogie! What a small world!
As if being stuck in this bubble for a week weren't bad enough,
now I've got to share a room with a Beagle Boy, too.
[groans] That's too much.
[gun fires]
I don't care when visitin' hours ended.
Nobody's keepin' me from seein' my boy!
Ma Beagle! Stop that racket!
This is a hospital zone.
Scrooge McDuck! What are you doin' here?
Yeah, and what's this funny beach ball?
Says here Scroogie has loot lice.
Has to be here a week.
That's right. Eve's roomies.
Now can I have the pie you brung me, Ma?
Uh, later, Burger. We gotta go.
Uh, visiting hours are over.
But we haven't visited yet, and I'm hungry.
[whining] I'm so hungry...
Well, here, stupid! Eat yourself sick again.
Come on, boys, let's go.
Get well slow, Scroogie!
Eh, what's the big hurry, Ma?
Uh, we gotta visit another lonely friend across town.
Scroogie's Money Bin. [Cackling]
Scooge? Scooge?
Oh, Scooge no home. Bubba miss Scooge.
- [ringing] - Scooge phone home!
- Scooge'? - [man] Good morning, Mr. McDuck.
This is Mallard Lynch. About the McTavish Hamburger stock
we talked about yesterday... Do you want to buy or sell?
Buy? Sell? Hmm.
Scooge go bye-bye.
What was that, sir?
Bye-bye!
Yes, sir, we'll buy you the company right away, Mr. McDuck.
Bubba! That's Uncle Scrooge's private business line!
We're never supposed to answer it.
- [ringing] - Well, somebody has to.
Hello?
[man] This is Charlie at the Sow Jones.
What would you like to trade today, Mr. McDuck?
Well, uh, Mr. Jones... uh...
Let's trade... uh... Trade baseball cards!
[Charlie] Uh... baseball cards, sir?
Uh, yeah! All the kids love 'em,
and especially if you get the entire Calisota Stealers team!
[Charlie] Trade for the Calisota Stealers, right.
Gee, there's nothing to this big business stuff.
I only have one question: What did I just do?
[men muttering]
Where is Mr. McDuck?
We need to talk to him about those deals he made yesterday.
Well, uh, he's sick. He can't see or talk to anybody.
Then who made those deals?
Well, uh, we'll tell ya,
but only if you promise not to ground us.
OK. Who?
We did. We're real sorry if we did anything wrong.
Wrong? You've done everything right.
We did? Like what?
Like buying the Calisota Stealers baseball team.
And trading for baseball card stocks.
The merchandise tie-in with the Calisota Stealers
will make McDuck Enterprises millions!
No kidding?
That's right. Would you boys consider making other business decisions
while your Uncle Scrooge is away?
Uh... we can't do that.
Uncle Scrooge would be... [grunts]
This is our big chance to prove what great business ducks we can be.
Us? At McDuck Enterprises?
Sure. What could go wrong?
Yeah! We have the business idea of the century!
Well? Well?
Boys, the future is...
milkshakes!
Thirty-one flavors of milkshakes! Brilliant!
The watermelon shake is delicious!
This little shop will make big money!
Yeah, but think big, like Uncle Scrooge!
Open a chain of Haagen Duckz malt shops all across the country!
[all] Right! Absolutely!
Hear, hear!
These are the prototypes for the new McDuck Motors car line.
What do you think, boys?
- Yawn city! - Ugly!
If we had our way, we'd design really neat cars.
- Be our guest. - All right!
- I think it should look like a rocket! - Yeah, with tail fins!
And bright colors!
Now, that's a car I'd like to own.
Build hundreds of 'em!
[man] Yeah... uh... Right.
Here we are, Burger, dear. Ready to go home?
Yeah. Just as soon as I finish this yummy hospital food.
I got a hot minced meatball pie at home for ya.
[giggling] What are we waiting for?
Get me a doggie bag and let's blow this joint!
Hope you get over your breakdown, McDuck.
I did not have a breakdown.
Well, you will the next time you see your Money Bin! [Cackling]
Come on, boys!
Help! Nurse! Somebody!
[crashing]
Anybody! Get me out of here!
[indistinct angry clamor]
How much longer?
Patience, please!
The junior executives will be with you as soon as they can.
If those earrings are gonna have the McDuck name, then they gotta be special.
They are special. They're zircons.
They're engraved. They're...
A big snore!
I know, how about AM/FM earrings?
So ladies can listen to the radio and look good at the same time.
Now that's special! Right, yes-man Bubba?
Yes, man!
Bubba, show this gentleman Uncle Scrooge's special door.
Bye-bye!
[yelling]
Phyllis Hyphenate-Highfalutin', from McDuck Educational TV, is next.
Send her in.
Good day, gentlemen. I'm here to pitch my new television series idea...
"the making of Webster's Dictionary."
Well, pitch it out the window! It stinks!
We want cartoons! Twenty-six hours a day!
Yes, man!
[shrieking]
The Basil brothers are here about the takeover.
Sorry, no more appointments today.
But, what shall I tell them?
Tell them we'll be back... uh... after recess.
- Yippee! - Let's have some fun!
- Yeah! - Time to boogie!
Rock and roll!
Uh-oh! I see some bushes that look like part of the Beagle Boys' family tree!
Let's play keep-away!
At a time like this?
Yeah! Keep Uncle Scrooge's money away from the Beagle Boys.
With Scroogie away, stealing his money
will be like taking candy from three babies.
Uh, yeah! Huey, Dewey, and, uh... what's-his-Louie.
What do ya say we roll out Uncle Scrooge's secret welcome mat for 'em?
Uh... say, boys, I just remembered.
I left a cake in the oven. Uh, let's get home before it burns.
Things couldn't be better if Uncle Scrooge
were taking care of business himself.
You are so beautiful, my little bon-bon.
Whenever I see you, I hear music.
[man] Pork bellies are up seven points as Sow Jones surged ahead.
Elsewhere in the news...
If you're looking for a new car, then you've got to see the HDL 500.
A ten-year-old could design a better car than that!
Would you believe three ten-year-olds?
[male voice] McDuck Jewelers lost millions on those stupid AM/FM earrings!
McDuck Educational TV is the laughingstock of the industry!
Well, there's nothing funny about those stupid cars!
McDuck Enterprises is going to be bankrupt
unless you come up with some cash, fast!
Cash? Oh, no problem. We'll give you our piggy bank.
We're going to need a much bigger piggy bank than that.
How much bigger?
I wonder how much money they took out from the big piggy bank.
Let's go see.
[all gasping]
Something tells me Uncle Scrooge is gonna be real mad at us
when he gets home.
What are we gonna do? Uncle Scrooge will be home tomorrow.
We could be good Junior Woodchucks and tell him the truth.
Or try to fill the Bin again.
Well, don't just stand there. We got a lot of fillin' to do!
[coin whistling]
[electric humming]
[beep]
Dinosaur rides! Only 25 cents!
Here's a quarter for your help, sonny.
Gee, thanks!
Now take me back! I didn't want to cross the street.
Wow, have you ever seen so much money in your life?
I don't think Uncle Scrooge will even notice the difference. Do you?
Well, I guess there's only one thing to do.
Oh, no. Not the honest Junior Woodchuck bit again.
No! Do whatever it takes to keep Uncle Scrooge out of here!
Hurry, Duckworth!
We're glad you feel better now, Uncle Scrooge.
I'll feel better yet once I see the Money Bin safe, sound and full.
- Oh, no! - Don't go!
- You can't! - No! No!
- Why not? - [Huey] Uh... uh...
you might get loot lice again!
I've taken care of that problem.
Shouldn't you visit Mrs. Beakley and Webby first?
I'll visit them soon enough.
- [grunting] - What's the matter?
Uh... Louie's tummy hurts. Better go back to the hospital.
I have tummy medicine at the Bin.
We didn't wanna tell you, but Louie's a vampire!
- [organ music booming] - Say, what a nice neck you have!
Blah! Blah!
Stop fooling around, lads. Faster, Duckworth!
[all] No! No! Please don't go!
[grunting] Boys, let me go!
[crashing]
Scoogie! Ow-ee!
[groaning]
[gasping]
Me money! It's gone!
[gasping, shuddering]
I think he took it well, don't you?
Looks like it's back to the hospital.
[Ma Beagle] OK, boys, this is it.
We storm the Bin and we take no hostages. You got it?
- Yeah! - Yeah, we got it, Ma!
I think so.
Charge!
Last one in the cash is a good egg!
[hollering]
[crashing]
Hmm, talk about strange bedfellows.
If only we had listened to Uncle Scrooge
when he said we were too young to run a business.
Yeah, then we wouldn't have to run away now.
Hey, wait, that's it! Maybe we are too young.
Excuse us, Mr. Policeman,
but is it illegal for ten-year-old boys to run a business?
Of course! Haven't you heard of child labor laws?
Boy, thanks a lot, officer! Just what I wanted to hear!
[Louie] Yippee! We broke the law! Yahoo!
[Louie] OK, listen, guys. If we don't get Uncle Scrooge's money back,
we're all gonna be in big trouble.
[Huey] Yeah, and we think we know how to save our necks.
Since we're only ten years old,
all the business deals we made were a big no-no.
You mean all the transactions we made were invalid?
Yep. Great news, huh?
Oh, no. We have to stop all those deals.
Put everything back to the way it was before Mr. McDuck left.
- [all yammering] - Rescind every deal!
[man] Cancel all contracts!
[man 2] Rescind every deal!
[man 3] Return all the checks!
[woman] Get a refund on all materials!
[coins jingling]
[groaning]
Uncle Scrooge, are you all right?
It was awful! I saw my Bin bone dry.
Was it a nightmare? Was I hallucinating?
If you were, it's contagious.
I saw the same thing.
Boy, you really must have been sick, Uncle Scrooge.
How could anything happen to your money while we were looking after it?
See, Uncle Scrooge? It's all here.
- Wait. Something is wrong. - What? What?
I'm missing a nickel. I can feel it.
There, that's more like it.
[all] Whew!
What do you say we celebrate
with some good old chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla milkshakes?