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♪ Every day they're out there making
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♪ Tales of derring-do
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[Flintheart] You call yourselves research scientists?
Five years and over one million dollars
and all you've got to show for it is this bug?
If all I wanted were more bugs I would have picked your fleas for free!
But, Mr. Glomgold, sir. These are no ordinary bugs!
They're metal mites.
You idiot! What do I care what these worthless insects are made of?
But, Mr. Glomgold, they're not made of metal, they eat metal!
[buzzing]
[crashing]
Aye, you're a genius!
These metal tykes are just what I need...
to destroy Scrooge McDuck's fortune.
[laughing]
Ah, me wee beauties!
Your Uncle Scrooge loves you, one and all.
Mr. McDuck, I'm trying to count!
Sorry, Fenton, I'm allergic to money you know.
All I have to do is touch it, and I break out in a rash of cash!
[laughing]
Now, where was I? Oh, yes...
92,072... 92,073...
33 million, five thousand one... 33 million, five thousand and two...
[panting] 143 million,
619 thousand, 950 dollars exactly!
Hmm... Oh, my, this is terrible!
What is it, Mr. McDuck?
According to these books, you're one penny short.
You'll have to count them again.
- But... - No buts. Count!
[sighiflg]
[incoherent counting]
[muffled counting]
143 million, 619 thousand, 950 dollars...
- [spitting] - and one cent!
Perfect!
Pardon my saying so, Mr. McDuck, but considering my hourly wage,
you just spent one dollar to find one penny!
I do not care about that. I just had to know it was all here.
[Flintheart] You understand what to do?
Uh, perfectly, Mr. Gleamgold... I mean, Goldheart...
Uh, Heartworm?
Glomgold, you brick brain!
You are very perceptive, sir.
Most people not aware of Dijon's brain.
Yow! Thank you, sir.
Just get these metal mites into Scrooge's Money Bin.
You play practical joke, eh, sir?
Make Scrooge very, very itchy-itchy?
- Hee-hee! - It's no joke.
After these metal mites eat all of Scrooge's gold,
he no more richy-richy. [Laughing]
Now look what you've done!
Clumsy, Dijon! Allow me.
That's enough of that!
Huh? Oh, sorry, wrong pocket.
Oh, Dijon, you clever devil!
Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?
I thought so.
[buzzing]
Oh, you wonderful little creatures! You have made Dijon a rich man!
Hold it right there, you thief!
[Dijon] Oh, no!
Oh. Yes!
- Oh, no! - [thudding]
[insects yammering]
Gloomgold will be even gloomier if Dijon not get his bugs back!
Hello, Mr. Goldbloom?
[Flintheart] Glomgold!
Yes, of course. Uh, this is your humble Dijon.
I called to tell you that some of your little buggies managed to escape.
Ach! How many escaped?
Uh, just a few.
[metallic buzzing]
Maybe, all of them.
And they're headed straight for the Duckburg Bean Factory.
You numbskull, you've ruined everything!
The Duckburg Bean Factory?
That's owned by Scrooge McDuck!
Follow those bugs and keep me posted.
Yes, Mr. Goldfish.
Glomgold!
[insects yammering]
Must be defective cans!
The beans are alive!
- Live beans! - [screaming]
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen,
and get your free saltine crackers!
Ice cold lemonade! One dollar a glass!
- I'll take one. - Give me two.
I was here first!
Easy now, easy now. One at a time. There's plenty for everyone.
How we doing, Uncle Scrooge?
Hmm... Better than I expected.
Uh, Mr. McDuck...
Fenton, prepare a master plan
for a worldwide cracker and lemonade franchise.
I think my shrewd, wee nephews may be on to something.
But, sir, the bean factory just called.
It seems your business is going to pieces!
Ach! Why didn't you say so?
[mites buzzing]
Blow me bagpipes! My beans are on the Warpath!
These aren't beans, Mr. McDuck. They're mites!
They're the mightiest mites I've ever seen!
This is Walter Cronduck, reporting live from the Duckburg Bean Factory,
which is being devoured by metal-eating bugs as I speak.
Ooh, this is the best news I've seen all week! [Cackling]
[sirens wailing]
Fenton, uh, I think you'd better go call the fire department.
But, they're already here!
In that case, you'd better go call the police.
Maybe I should call the paramedics.
It seems you've got something in your eye.
There's nothing in my eye, you twit!
I'm giving you an excuse to get out of here and change to GizmoDuck!
Oh. Oh!
Ah, quite right, Mr. McDuck.
I've got to make an urgent call to, uh... my mother!
Come here, little buggies.
Oh! I've been beaned by the beans!
Hurry! Someone!
Blathering blatherskite!
Have no fear, GizmoDuck is here!
Eww! Yuck! I hate beans!
Thank you, sir.
Ow.
GizmoDuck! Help!
[tire squealing]
Stop right there, you mangy, metal-munching mites
before I make mincemeat out of your measly meandering metal!
Will you shut up and save me already?
Why, certainly. I'll just give those bugs a spritz
with my GizmoDuck spritzer!
Oops, must have been my paint sprayer attachment.
[yelling]
And you thought my head was only filled with brains.
No, I'd never think that.
[tire squealing]
You may thank me now for saving the day.
The Duckburg Bean Factory has just bit the dust.
[cackling]
[yammering]
The bean factory was only the appetizer.
Follow Dijon to today's main course.
[yelling] Those pests are heading straight for my Money Bin!
Don't just stand there, stop them!
Yes, sir!
Ooh, I hate when I do that.
Stop where you are!
Begging your pardon, but what is the opposite of stop?
- Go? - If you insist.
[crashing]
And as for you, you're under arrest for eating the Duckburg Bean Factory
without an invitation to dinner.
Fortunately, my Gizmo-suit is equipped
with all the necessities of law enforcement.
Put out your hands while I cuff you with these microscopic handcuffs.
All right! This means war!
I'm going to suck you suckers
into my all-purpose shop vac and shampooer.
Ha, got 'em!
Uh-oh, something tells me I made a big mistake!
What? Hey, cut that out!
My Gizmo-suit!
Hey! Ooh! Stop it!
[yelling]
Oh, no! Without my Gizmo-suit I'm just mild-mallard accountant,
Fenton Crackshell, super-wimp.
The metal-eating bugs have just destroyed the bean factory,
and are heading through downtown Duckburg on a beeline
for Scrooge McDuck's Money Bin.
Quick, somebody, call the National Guard!
Did somebody call the National Guard?
Quick, you've got to stop those bugs before they reach my Money Bin!
Yes, sir, Mr. McDuck! Move out!
You have ten seconds to surrender, or we open fire!
Please, no more! We surrender!
Ah, Dijon love window shopping.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's incredible.
They're devouring everything in their path.
Huh?
[Cronduck] And if that's not bad enough, they're multiplying!
Bad! That's wonderful! [Laughing]
Those bugs won't be the only ones multiplying.
Without my Gizmo-suit, I'll be adding, subtracting, multiplying,
and dividing for the rest of my life... as a worthless accountant.
Ah, who was I fooling?
I was never a real superhero.
It was the suit that was super, not Fenton Crackshell.
Gyro!
I heard all about it on the radio, Mr. McDuck!
This contraption I'm working on will stop those metal mites.
What is it?
It's an automatic bubble-gum chewing machine.
[exclaiming]
Are you out of your mind? That thing will never stop them!
A good inventor never says never before he tries out his invention.
It's working!
No, it's not! They're eating it!
Exactly! When the mites finish eating the machine,
the bubble will stick 'em and they'll stop.
I hope you're right.
You did it! Gyro, my boy!
Yahoo!
You bubble brain! Now look what you've done!
Ah!
Two hundred forty-eight, 249, 250 dollars!
We'll never top that!
You wanna bet? Tomorrow we're gonna give away chile peppers
and sell water at a buck a glass!
[all laughing]
- [mites yammering] - What's that?
[\IVebbigail] Looks like a bubble.
The metal-munching bugs are headed toward the Money Bin once again!
If they're not stopped soon, Scrooge McDuck's fortune will be gone!
Did you hear that? Uncle Scrooge's Money Bin is under attack!
Sounds like a job for the Junior Woodchucks! Come on!
[Cronduck] The metal mites are parachuting down to the Money Bin!
It's total chaos out here!
Destroying Scrooge's money is more fun
than making my own! [Cackling]
There they are! There must be millions of 'em!
According to the Junior Woodchuck Manual,
the best way to stop an invasion of crawling insects is with a moat!
You mean like the water they put around a castle?
Exactly!
Well, let's do it!
- I cannot... - Look!
[horn blaring]
That's the signal, Louie!
Here it goes!
They've saved the Money Bin! The little darlings!
I wonder how the little bugs are gonna make it...
across.
Well, it looks like your Money Bin is safe from... No, wait!
The metal mites are crossing the moat!
[groaning]
[Cronduck] They're headed straight for the Money Bin again!
Chew 'em to the left, chew 'em to the right,
Grab 'em in the gold and bite, bite, bite!
[cackling]
My fortune's about to become bug food!
Uh, Mr. McDuck?
Fenton, where have you been?
I've been thinking. Seeing as how you hired me to protect your Money Bin,
and seeing as how I'm a spineless wimp and can't perform my duties,
I'm gonna have to...
I have not got time now! I've got to try to save my money!
Resign! I'm gonna have to resign!
Ooh! OW! Ah!
Uncle Scrooge!
We tried to stop the bugs for you.
And a fine try you made, lads.
Now, let's see if we can do better this time.
Those yucky bugs will be here any minute, Uncle Scrooge!
And they'll eat right through this door as if it were Swiss cheese!
Not if it's covered in cement, they won't!
- Right! - Let's do it!
Uh, Mr. McDuck? I would like to tender my...
Not now, Fenton.
There, it's done!
They're here!
[spitting]
It worked! My money's safe in me safe!
My, there sure are a lot of those little fellas.
[incoherent counting]
Uncle Scrooge, look! The bugs are heading for the alarm box!
It's incredible! They're attracted to the metal as if it were calling them.
Attracted? Calling them? Of course, that's it!
They'll chew through the wires and into the vault!
Let me in! I've got to get to me money!
Out of the way, Uncle Scrooge!
Me money!
[Fenton] Blathering blatherskite!
Next time, think twice before eating GizmoDuck's super suit!
Way to go, Fenton!
All that metal in their tummies made it easy!
Ah, do not worry my precious friends!
You're safe and sound with your Scroogie now.
[smooching]
[cheering]
He's done it! Fenton Crackshell
has saved the Money Bin! Scrooge McDuck's money is safe!
Ach! I was so close! So close!
You did it, Fenton! I'm proud of you, lad!
What's to be proud of? Without a super suit or a super crane I'm just a nobody.
That's why I've got to resign, Mr. McDuck!
Have it your way, Fenton.
But, before you leave, get rid of these pests for me.
Yes, sir. Wait a minute!
Something's wrong!
[incoherent counting]
Ah! Just as I thought. There's one mite missing!
A missing mite? Do you realize what this means? It could multiply!
My money still isn't safe! What is it?
- Got him! - [screeching]
You're a real hero this time, Fenton.
You did it all by yourself, without any super stuff.
Hey! I did, didn't I?
But, if you've got to resign... I understand.
Resign? Me? No way!
Once Gyro makes me a new Gizmo-suit,
I'll be super outside, and in!
And besides, Mr. McDuck, I've been thinking...
these metal-eating mites could make us a mint! At the McDuck Wrecking Company!
Ready when you are, Fenton!
[bird cawing]
- Psst! - What are you doing here?
I have good news and bad news, sir.
The bad news is Mr. McDuck is making millions with his new wrecking company.
Nth'.!
- But the good news is... - Yes?
Dijon stole some of his bugs from the construction site!
You idiot! No!
[Dijon] Oops! Sorry, Mr. Bloomduck!
[Flintheart] Glomgold!