♪ 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] One million dollars.
That's my final offer. Take it or leave it.
Well, if you want that old peanut farm so badly, Scrooge, old pal,
just sign on the dotted line.
You're a bandit, Flintheart Glomgold.
[laughing] And you're a fool, McDuck.
You just shelled out twice as much as that nut farm is worth!
- At least I'll be a rich fool. - What's that supposed to mean?
Just that I'll triple my investment once I start manufacturing my new car,
the Goober SX. It runs on peanut oil.
Why, you tricky, no-good, money-grubbing business banshee!
- You'll pay for this! - True.
I'll mail you my personal check this afternoon. [Laughing]
[giggling] How I love to get the best of that whiskered weasel!
- [thumping] - Ach! What's that?
Here come Bubba!
Dribble down the middle! Bubba fake. Bubba pass.
Bubba dunka! Bubba flubba.
Uh-oh, time out.
Bubba! No boulders in the mansion!
Sorry, Scooge.
Aw, don't be too hard on him, Uncle Scrooge.
Yeah, ever since we showed him the all-sports channel,
he's become a junior sports junkie.
Well, make him stop before he turns me mansion into junky!
Come on, Bubba. Better dribble outside.
Aye, and while you're at it you can bounce this check down to the mailbox.
I thought you said it was bad to bounce checks, Uncle Scrooge.
Yes, well, never mind, Huey.
What's this? [Sniffing]
This paper has a delightful odor.
- Like strawberries? - Or licorice?
No, like... like gold!
[all] Gold?
Aye, I'd know that bonny scent anywhere.
It's in all this stationery.
But how did the gold get there, Uncle Scrooge?
Must have gotten into the wood pulp at the paper mill.
Come on, lads. Let's go there and unravel this mystery.
[Huey] Gee! The Great Ducky Mountains are so green!
Aye, like greenbacks, I hope.
Pardon me, Mr. McD, but what exactly are we looking for?
According to the workers at my paper mill,
the trees used to make that gold-laden stationery
came from this forest.
[Launchpad] You mean there's gold in them thar trees?
I hope so! Circle one more time, Launchpad. I want another look.
No problemo. I'm a master at going in circles.
Uh-oh!
[all screaming]
Aren't we a little... high for a falling-rock zone?
[all yelling]
[Launchpad] Another first. A tree-point landing! [Chuckling]
[all yelling]
Remember what I said about playing with rocks indoors?
Well, that goes for inside planes, too!
Launchpad, see if you can get the plane down while the lads and I look around.
Bubba go, too?
You've caused me enough trouble! You stay here and help Launchpad.
Oh.
Thanks a lot, Mr. McD.
Letter for Flintheart Glomgold. Postage due.
Just like that nickel-Iicker McDuck not to use stamps.
It's about time his check got here. [Sniffing]
What's that smell?
Well, if my name isn't Flintheart Glomgold, it's gold!
Where would Scrooge McDuck get gold paper?
Keep your eyes peeled for any sign of...
[gasping] Gold!
- Where? - I don't see anything!
It's plain as day.
See? A gold pine needle.
Boy, I've heard of 20120 vision, but not 40 carat!
It must have blown over this ridge.
- [gasping] - [boys] Wow! Gold in the trees!
How could this be, Uncle Scrooge?
These trees must be growing over a rich gold deposit
that the roots have soaked up over the years.
And now I get to cut down all the beautiful profits!
[smooching]
But, Uncle Scrooge, how do you know the trees are yours?
Because they're on my land.
Are you sure? We've walked an awful long way.
I'll check the property records and tell you.
If they are, then we'll start cutting.
Darn me argyles! You were right, boys.
The gold trees are just outside my property line.
Well, who does the land belong to?
Glittering Goldie.
- Your old girlfriend? - Aye.
Well, she won't want to sell her land if there's gold trees on it!
Perhaps she does not know about them.
Boy, will she be surprised when she finds out!
- Finds out what? - About the gold trees.
What gold trees?
[gasps] You're not gonna tell her?
Uncle Scrooge, that's not fair!
Do not worry about Goldie.
She drives a hard bargain.
She learned from the best. Me!
Gold trees, eh?
I knew McDuck didn't make an emergency trip up here to collect pine cones.
Time to call in some unsavory saps to lend a hand.
Hey, what's cooking, brothers? Moose antlers again?
Moose antlers for breakfast. Moose antlers for lunch.
I'm sick of eating moose antlers, eh?
I'm tired of being so poor we can't afford good grub.
Whoever said "crime doesn't pay" wasn't joking, eh'?
[knocking on door]
Greetings, Flintheart Glomgold here.
Might you be Beagle Boys?
For sure, eh?
I'm Backwoods Beagle, and these are my twin brothers Binky and Bacon.
Twins? But he's a pig!
Eh... He had a bad case of swine flu as a child, eh?
Whatever. Your brothers in Duckburg told me you might help me
- pull off a crime. - Uh, doin' what?
Scrooge McDuck is here trying to swing a deal with Glittering Goldie.
I could use some hill-bullies to keep him from getting to her
while I pull a fast deal of my own.
Let me check our calendar and see if we can squeeze you in.
- [grunts and snorts] - What'd he say?
Uh, he said we ate our calendar yesterday. We'll take the job.
Well, what do you think of my coonskin spats?
If I wore 'em, stupid. But you're rich, so you just look eccentric.
Betcha this buckskin set you back some bucks.
I look at it as an investment, Launchpad.
- Here's the candy. - Bubba picked flowers!
OK, like, he's coming, OK?
So let's give him a big Ducky Mountain welcome, or what?
We'll roll out the welcome rock!
[all] Uncle Scrooge! Look out!
[screaming]
Play ball!
Yo-ho! Like, I think we better go, eh?
[yelling]
[Backwoods] Hey, what's a fur-lined couch doing in a cave?
- [animal roaring] - [yelling]
Are you all right, Uncle Scrooge?
Aye, thanks to Bubba.
These back woods can be treacherous.
- This must be the place. - [gunshot]
All right, what low-down varmint's trespassin' on my property?
Goldie, don't shoot! It's me!
Scrooge McDuck?
Now what's an old cuss like you doin' in this neck of the woods?
I might ask you the same thing.
What happened to your claim in the Klondike?
Well, it got picked cleaner than a vulture on a rabbit.
So, I retired from prospectin' and took up a more lucrative pursuit.
Lumberjacking.
Well, it certainly agrees with you. You're a bonny sight.
Oh, goldenrods! And chocolate silver dollars!
Oh, you old romantic! Why don't you come in and sit a spell?
I was hoping we might have dinner together.
I've got a proposition for you.
Mmm, I'd love to. But I already have a date tonight.
- You do? - [knocking]
[Flintheart] Good evening, lassie.
[gasps] Flintheart Glomgold!
Well, well. Small forest, isn't it?
I see you two know each other.
Ah, yes. We go way back. Right, Scroogie?
- [grunting] - Wonderful.
Since you're such old friends, why don't we all go out together?
- I'd rather... - Splendid idea! I'd love to join you.
- Good! - [swiping]
Just make yourselves at home while I get myself gussied up.
Two's company and three's a war, Scroogie!
So stay away from my girl!
If anyone's leavin', it's you!
We'll see about that! Out you go!
[Flintheart] No! Out you go!
[Scrooge] No, you!
' YOU! ' YOU!
[both] You! Huh?
[exclaiming]
[both shouting]
[Goldie] Yoo-hoo.
Well, boys, what do you think?
You look like a million dollars, Goldie.
Make that a billion! Cheapskate!
Aw, go on with you, now. What say we get some grub?
Allow me!
No, me!
I have a feeling this is gonna be a night to remember.
[both grunting]
[neon buzzing]
[Goldie] Well, here we are, boys. The Moosehead Lodge.
Park it, while we get a table.
[growls]
[tires squealing]
[horn honking]
We've been waiting here like you said, Glommy.
You've got to get Scrooge out of there so I can close the deal
with that shriveled up old shrew!
Hey, no problem.
Like, we'll tell him he has a phone call then we'll nail him for sure, eh?
[grunts and snorts]
I can't believe I'm doing business with a pig!
[grunting]
What'd he say?
He said he can't believe he is either!
- [piano playing] - Welcome to The Moosehead.
Today's specials are moose flambé, Cajun moose,
and for you Greek lovers, our world famous moose-saka!
- What, no chocolate mousse? - Never heard of it.
I don't know. I don't really like moose.
Well, the only other restaurant in town is Yak in the Box.
Forget about food, Goldie. About my proposition...
Don't listen to him. I've got a proposition you can't refuse.
Wait a second!
Eh, Scrooge McDuck? Urgent phone call for Scrooge McDuck, eh?
Not now. Go away.
But, Scrooge, it might be an important business call.
Impossible. Nobody knows I'm here.
Oh, shoot. Did I say "call?" I meant to say your headlights was on, eh?
- No. - Uh, your mother's sick.
Eh... the grunion are runnin'?
Excuse me.
You idiot! What do you think you're...?
[grunting] Get these pigs off of me!
So, what's the proposition, Scrooge?
Well, Goldie, there comes a time in a man's life when he wants more.
To expand his holdings. To broaden his...
Are you asking for my hand in marriage?
No, I'm asking to buy your land. Parcel 3289, map 276.
Over my tie-feathered body!
I'll offer you a deal you can't refuse, Goldie.
You would not know a good deal if it was behind door number three!
Why, you no good...
Boys, boys. Settle down.
The way you're fighting, you'd think there was gold on that land.
Tell you what: I'll take the sweetest offer.
I'll offer a hundred thousand dollars.
A hundred thousand and one!
Two hundred thousand dollars!
A hundred thousand and three!
Oh, what's a lumber-jill like me gonna do with nothing but money?
I'll throw in a set of dishes.
I'll throw in a set of dishes and my land!
I'll throw in two sets of dishes and Scrooge's land!
Sorry, Flinty!
- You've got yourself a deal, Scroogie. - Done! [Blows raspberry]
Don't be too sure you won this deal, McDuck.
There's more than one way to skin a Scot!
Axes, chainsaws, shovels, termite spray, beaver repellant.
Gee, Uncle Scrooge, we've never seen you shop till you drop before.
That's because I'm returning this stuff as soon as I cut down those trees.
[Launchpad] Yo, Mr. McD!
[chuckling] What do you think of the new me?
Lumberjack McQuack!
I think you're a lumber-jerk!
Mr. McD, tying my hands is cruel and unusual punishment.
You've already crashed a plane and a general store.
You're not laying a hand on my gold trees!
[gasping] My trees! Where have they gone?
Got me stumped!
This is no time for bad puns!
Somebody stole my trees, and we've got to find them!
Look, Uncle Scrooge!
The tree thieves must have gone that way!
Come on, we've got to catch those lumber-jackals!
Tie 'em down good and tight, boys.
Don't want any of these million-dollar dogwoods to get away!
[Scrooge] Stop right there, you forest felons!
Into the water, quick!
[Pig squealing]
- Oh, that hurts! - Way to go, team!
Get away, you river rat. These logs are mine now!
Ach! They're mine, you wood weevil!
They are not! I stole them fair and square!
Wait, what's that?
Sufferin' Scots! Look!
Abandon logs!
Women and chiselers first!
I'm the captain and I go down with the ship!
Never! I paid too much for these logs to leave them.
[grunting]
[yelling]
[groaning]
Where am I? What happened?
Seems you bumped your head goin' over the falls, Scroogie.
And you're about to get a splitting headache to go with it!
Help! [Grunting] Help!
I'd show you how to shut this off, but I've got a train to catch.
Help!
- [train whistling] - [Scrooge] Anybody but Launchpad, help!
Hey, boss! Wait up, eh?
At last, I got the best of McDuck! [laughing]
Look! Mr. Whiskers is getting away with the gold wood!
Bubba bowl!
[Bubba] Strike!
Oh, gee, this ain't what you'd call one of our golden moments in crime, eh?
Way to go, Bubba! You sure derailed their plans!
Uncle Scrooge would be proud!
Hey! Where is Uncle Scrooge?
[Scrooge] Help!
[all gasping]
Don't worry, boys! I'll save him!
But, Launchpad, wait!
Leave this to me, guys!
This is a dangerous rescue only an adult should try.
- But, listen! - Here I come, Mr. McD!
[Launchpad] Oops!
[crash]
What was that you wanted to tell me?
- There's an "off" switch. - Oh.
Thank you, lads.
A few more seconds and you would have had two Uncle Scrooges.
Bubba stopped Flintheart from stealing your gold trees.
They're safe at the bottom of the gorge.
Good. Now let's get back to the gold deposit before someone steals that.
Hey, Uncle Scrooge.
Aren't these roots growing kind of funny?
You're right, boys. I've never seen roots grow sideways before.
Where's all the gold they've been soaking up?
[Goldie] Did someone say "gold?"
[stammers] Goldie! What brings you out here?
The same thing that brought you. Gold.
Like in those tree stumps.
Gold? Tree stumps?
[stammering]
Eh, I guess I owe you an apology, Goldie.
I did not tell you the real reason I wanted your land.
I guess I'm no better than that crook Glomgold.
And in good conscience, I cannot keep your land.
Scrooge, I have only one thing to say to you.
A deal is a deal.
What? You'll let me keep the land?
We have a contract and I intend to stick to it, come what may.
[smooches]
Yahoo!
Come on, boys. We're digging for dollars!
Hallelujah! We found it!
Hold it right there, Scrooge.
According to the property records,
you've just crossed over onto my land.
- What? - Imagine that!
The gold trees are on your land, but the gold deposit is on mine.
This cannot be!
- There's a mistake! - And you made it!
Why, you poker-faced prospector!
You knew about the trees and the gold all along!
Well, who do you think sent you that gold stationery to lure you up here?
I've been working on a way to get your land for months!
Now I've got a gold deposit
and you've got a lousy bunch of tree stumps!
Ooh, Goldie! You're a dirty dealmaker!
I learned from the master!
[smooching]