♪ 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 ♪
[applause]
OK, Fenton, somewhere at the bottom of our Let's Make a Mess gelatin pool
is a clue to today's big prize.
You have ten seconds to find it. Go!
'My!
Go, Fenton, go.
Five, four, three, two...
[spluttering]
Fenton Crackshell!
You've won today's Let's Make a Mess grand prize!
A swizzle stick?
No. An all-expenses-paid ski vacation in Swizzleland!
World famous home of banks and swizzle sticks.
I've always loved swizzle sticks!
[chuckling] Yes, Fenton, next week Swizzair
will fly you and a friend to Swizzleland!
There you'll board a luxury train to the beautiful alpine ski resort of Gducks.
Gandra, sweetie, come ski with me!
Oh, Fenton. [Smooching]
All I gotta do is ask Mr. McDuck for a week off.
You think he'll cooperate?
Aw, he never says no to me.
No! Absolutely not!
Out of the question!
What if everyone took a week off? Empty offices. Nothing would get done.
Now get out of here, and stop wasting my time!
Of course, sir. Thank you, sir. Yes, sir, yes.
A week off. Ha! Now where was I?
[sighs] My bank in Swizzleland is receiving a gold shipment next week.
I need someone there I can trust to watch things.
Fenton! He works cheap, he's trustworthy,
and best of all, his airfare is already paid!
When I think of all the stuff I do for Mr. McDuck, it makes me sick!
Mama! Where's your copy of The Game Show Fan's Guide to Medical Trivia?
Fenton, are you coming down with something?
Yup. Any minute now.
Nobody can cheat me out of a ski vacation!
[laughing]
He's coming! If Mr. McDuck finds out you're faking
it's back to bean counting for you, buster.
Not to worry, Mama. I can fool him.
[knocking]
[moaning]
Fenton, my boy! I have terrific news!
I'm sending you to... What's wrong?
It's the dreaded, highly contagious, purple blotch beak pox!
I'm stuck in bed for a week.
A week?
Are you sure this sudden illness
has nothing to do with that vacation you asked for?
OK. [Coughing] Anything you say, boss.
I'll go back to work. [Coughing]
Of course, if I infect the whole company,
everybody will have to take off a week.
No, no, no. Just stay in bed, Fenton.
I believe you. Just get better.
I feel better already!
Well, I'm all set to go.
Me, too. I can't wait to see the in-flight movie.
[phone ringing]
[Gandra] I'm all packed, Fenton.
Gandra, I'll be a few minutes.
You see, there's someone else who thinks she's going with me.
[Gandra] Another woman? Fenton Crackshell, you cad!
Let's go, kiddo. I hear Swizz TV has some great game shows.
Mama, can we talk?
[plane engines rumbling]
There's no one else, Gandra. You're the only gal my peepers peep for.
Let's just change the subject.
Oh, look, Fenton. Isn't that your boss?
Are you sure there are no cheaper seats on this plane?
I'd be happy to ride with the luggage.
What are you doing?
Just getting into the spirit of the trip. [Nervous chuckle]
Hurry, Fenton. We don't want to miss the train.
Hey, watch where you're going, mac!
Well, excusez moi.
Oh, no, really, excusez me!
Are you hurt? Should I call a doctor?
Perhaps a little beak-to-beak resuscitation? [Smooching]
Ah, how could I be upset
when I see such a handsome apology, huh?
- [birds tweeting] - Fenton,
that wasn't your someone else, was it?
Not yet. I mean, uh, I never saw her before in my life!
These European trains just feel like they've got to be full of spies.
Be real. There isn't a spy within a hundred miles of here!
There could be. And it gives me chills thinking
one could walk by and just peer in at us.
There's no one to be afraid of.
[yelling]
What's the matter?
Nothing! I'm just suggestive.
[train chugging]
Fenton, are you always this weird on vacations?
Who's weird? [Yelling]
What are you doing down there?
Uh, I... I lost a contact lens.
But you don't wear contact lenses.
Then I guess that'll cut my search short! [Nervous chuckle]
[woman] This is Goldfeather, calling Agent X.
Come in, Agent X.
[man] This is Agent X. When do you arrive?
I will meet you at the Wizzle Swizzle Stick Factory tomorrow.
How will I recognize you?
I will give you a code word. "Oppenheimer."
What a stupid code word.
Do you have the remote control to complete our scheme
to steal McDuck's gold?
Of course.
Mr. McDuck's gold!
_ [yelling] [crashing]
What are you doing here, fool?
I have a better question for you!
How many pecks of pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?
I fear you know too much, my friend.
Actually, you'd be amazed at how little I know.
Fenton? Where did you go? Fenton?
[gasping] I knew there was someone else! [Crying]
- Jump! - Uh, no, thanks.
I'm trying to cut down on leaps from fast-moving trains!
Uh, but since you asked so nice... [yelling]
Good. The fool is history.
Fool, huh? Fooled her.
[yelling]
Wait a minute. Lfl let Mr. McDuck know about Goldfeather's plan,
I'm off the hook!
[scribbles]
Waiter, there's an airplane in my soup!
"Spies are after your..."
Waiter, what does this say?
Hmm, well, the ink has run. It looks like, uh, "glub."
Spies are after my glub?
Not glub, you idiot! Gold!
G-O-L-D.
What the...? G-O-I-D? Goid?
Sheesh! Guess I'll have to stop those crooks myself!
Uh-oh, here comes Miss Congeniality.
Kids, don't try this at home!
I hope you're over your weirdness, Fenton,
and ready to hit the slopes.
Ski? At a time like this?
I thought that's why we came here!
Can't. Uh, bad case of jet lag.
And train lag.
In fact, I may be the first person ever to suffer from sleigh lag!
I want a taxi for 6:00.
I have zie important meeting.
Six, huh? I've got to get to the Wizzle Swizzle Stick Factory before then.
Fenton, you're stranger than before.
Maybe you should go to your room and rest.
Uh, good idea.
I hope you feel better.
I'll go take a tour of the town or something.
Now, to call in some muscle of my own.
[ringing]
Three... Four rings?
I must have forgotten to turn on the answer machine in my GizmoDuck suit!
. [dialing] [ringing]
Come on, Mama. I know you're there!
- [phone ringing] - Shut up, you!
- [muffled ringing] - Oh, Valerie, don't marry Drake.
He's a cad, a scoundrel, not to mention he has a weakened gizzard.
OK, if that's the way it is, I don't need GizmoDuck.
If I have to, I'll save Mr. McDuck's money
armed only with my wits!
And no cracks about going into battle unarmed!
[German accent] Hello? Are you the manager?
Indeed I am. May I help you?
Ja, Scrooge McDuck sent me on a surprise inspection
to make sure you're not making sub-standard swizzle sticks.
Try and say that fast three times!
I begin by interviewing the workers.
If you need any assistance, I'll be in my office.
Good day. Please answer the following questions "true" or "false."
Number one... I think spying would be a neat job.
Von Duckhausen, there you are.
Uh... Mr. McDuck!
[stammering] Well, this is unexpected.
I'm in the country on business.
While I'm here, I'm making surprise inspections of all my Swizz properties.
Well, won't this come as a surprise to the surprise inspector you sent?
What surprise inspector?
The one you sent here to surprise me.
That's a surprise to me.
If you were in night school would you take advanced nail polishing
or desire-magnetic espionage robotics'?
Whoo, try and say that fast three times.
Gleep!
Let me show you our new stamping machines.
Und over here we have the swizzle stick stamping machine,
which can stamp 66,000 swizzle sticks in 60 seconds.
Oh! Say that fast three times.
Our worker will demonstrate.
- Oh! - Fenton!
Nein, nyet, mademoiselle, no sprechen zie English!
Fenton Crackshell, you don't fool me for one minute!
What happened to that nap you needed?
I can explain but not here.
I'm here trying to track down those spies that are after Mr. McDuck's gold.
Oh, I'm so sure.
And there are probably secret passages in all these walls.
[yelling]
I'm glad everything met your approval, Mr. McDuck.
Aye, I'm pleasantly surprised.
That comes as no surprise to me. When will we see you again?
Need you ask?
I know, I know. A surprise.
[beeping]
Someone's in the secret room!
[Fenton] There's got to be a light switch here somewhere!
Ow! [metal clangingl.
Well, that's not it.
Fenton, are you all right?
Oh, my! That's no swizzle stick maker!
[Von Duckhausen] It certainly isn't.
Gleep! I don't suppose you're the welcome wagon?
Guess again.
Uh, Agent X?
Hmm? How did you know that?
Oppenheimer told me.
The stupid code word.
But I thought Goldfeather was a woman, with an accent.
She's Goldfeather.
I am? I mean...
[Spanish accent] Si, you bet I am.
And this is my bodyguard, Sefior Fenton.
Funny, you had a French accent on the phone.
Uh, she was calling from a phone booth in France.
- Yeah, that's it! - You have the remote control?
What remote control?
I mean, quiest-ce que (fest remote control?
The one that operates the mantis robot to steal Scrooge's gold.
Uh... We left it at the hotel! We'll go get it.
There's no time! You'll have to operate it manually.
Sure, why not?
Come on Gandra Feather... Uh... Goldfeather.
Fenton, you were right about those spies.
But now what do we do?
Fiddle with the controls.
There's one other alternative I've got to try again.
[phone ringing]
♪ Now sit right back and hear a tale
♪ A tale of a fateful trip...
Blathering blatherskite! I've gotta contact someone!
- I know! - [phone ringing]
Hotel du Snob!
Message for Scrooge McDuck!
Trouble in Swizzle Stick Factory file room.
Gold at stake. From... a friend.
Mr. McDuck! A message.
Tell me, does this say "gold" or "glub?"
Fenton, I think I figured out these controls.
[yelling]
Gandra, you're a genius! How'd you do that?
I've been going to night school.
The advanced nail polishing class was full,
so I took electro-magnetic espionage robotics instead.
Whoa... Try and say that fast three times.
Goldfeather will be here any minute.
I'll pretend to be Von Duckhausen until you can grab her.
Ach, what sloppy security!
It's a wonder I'm not robbed blind.
Yikes!
Looking for something, old-timer?
I hear somebody. It must be Goldfeather.
It's you!
- It's who? - Grab her, Gandra!
Elect pilot!
Gandra, turn it off!
[laughing] It's useless.
My remote control overrides the manual controls.
I got her! I got her!
Oops! I haven't got her.
Let's get out of here!
Fenton, you'd better have a very good explanation for this!
[robot stomping]
[Gandra gasping]
I am trying to save your glub... gold from that!
[screaming]
MY 90W! My precious gold!
They'll rob me and leave me a poor old man!
[horn honking]
I have an idea. Anybody got a quarter I can borrow?
Don't look at me. I'm minutes away from being poor!
Operator, I need to send a telegram!
Telegram for Mrs. Crackshell.
Really? Did I win a contest?
The Cable TV Sweepstakes?
The Quacker Jacks Jackpot?
Oh, it's from Fenton. Thanks.
"Dear Mama. In big trouble. Stop."
Need you to bring you-know-who. Stop.
"Get moving. Stop. Fenton."
Oh, this is my chance to see Swizz TV.
I prefer to travel by bus, but, um, here goes...
Blathering blatherskite!
Don't worry, Fenton. GizmoMama will save you!
As soon as I figure out which button makes this thing fly.
What is that?
Go for the gold!
That thing's as unstoppable as it looks!
We've got to get that remote control!
Maybe not! I think I see a short cut!
"Break in case of emergency."
[Von Duckhausen] It's out of control!
Stop the duck! Kill him!
[screaming]
Get away from him, you beast!
Look! GizmoDuck is saving Fenton!
He is? That cannot be!
Destroy the duck! And recycle the aluminum can!
Fenton, quick! Take the suit!
I can't! Everybody's watching!
It would give away my identity!
Fire the midriff missiles!
Which button?
[hollering]
Oh, no! Not the turbo tornado!
Was that the Big Spin? Did I win anything?
Push all your buttons, Mama!
But you always said that hurts!
[Fenton] Isn't motherhood about suffering?
One more surprise, Von Duckhausen!
[gasps] McDuck!
Don't move or I'll shoot!
Uh-oh, how do you say... The gig is up?
- I didn't know you had a gun. - That's my little surprise.
Mama, you did it!
Yes, but with suffering comes guilt.
I'm never gonna let you forget this.
- Come in. - Where's Fenian'?
In his room.
Fenton, for saving me gold shipment,
I've decided to give you a week's paid vacation.
Oh, great! Just as I come down with the purple blotch beak pox!
See you back at work bright and early next week.
[moaning]