♪ 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 ♪
Oh, my dearest sweetheart, I love you, so.
Oh, darling, I'm so glad you don't love me for my money.
Now I know you won't be disappointed that my father
cut me out of the will.
[static]
Cut you out of the will?
Darn TV's on the fritz again.
So tell us why your mom's the best
and she may become Bramble Soup's Mother of the Year.
And win this fabulous 50-inch,
cable-ready, widescreen TV!
Hmm. I'm a good mother.
And I'd be proud to become Mother of the Year.
But more importantly, I want that new TV!
Now what can I do to prove that I'm a great mom?
Let's see...
Fenton's too old to change his diapers,
and he's allergic to my cooking.
[gasps] I know! I'll do his yearly laundry.
That 50-inch, cable-ready,
widescreen TV's as good as mine!
[man on scanner] One-Adam-Nine, 211 in progress at the National Bank.
Suspects should be considered armed and dangerous.
And now, a word from our sponsors.
[man] ls your mother the sweetest of them all?
If so, she could become Bramble Soup's Mother of the Year.
Ma Beagle, Mother of the Year! [Chuckles]
Sounds almost as good as "Ma Beagle, Public Enemy Number One."
Oh, I gotta win that contest.
Let's see...
What would a good mother do to impress the contest judges?
I know! I'll bake my boys a cake.
Your mother sent you a cake, boys.
- [Burger] Sure. My favorite. - [Bouncer] Don't drop it.
Uh-uh-uh. I know you guys too well.
There's probably a hacksaw in this cake.
That's why I've installed this new X-ray machine.
- [bleeps] - Hmm. That's funny.
There's nothing inside it.
Nothing inside it?
Ma must've messed up the recipe.
I'll never forgive her.
I'll never forgive myself if I don't eat it.
[gulps]
Oh, my stomach!
Uh, what's the matter, Burger?
[hiccups] That was the worst cake Ma ever made.
[hiccuppiflg]
Worst cake nothing! That's Ma's Hickleberry Hiccup Surprise.
Grab him by the feet, Bouncer.
Now put his head against the floor and hang on!
[hiccuppiflg]
Hey, cut that out!
Come on, let's get outta here.
[whistling drop]
[crashing]
[angry chattering]
- [alarm blaring] - [hammering]
- Step on it, Ma! - Just a second.
In case any news people come by, be sure to tell them it was Ma Beagle
who broke her kids out of jail.
'Cause she's a great mother.
- Right, boys? - [tires skid]
[both] Right, Ma.
- [gunfire] - [tires screech]
[Louie] Wow, we struck it rich!
There must be 50 of them in here!
What's all the ruckus, lads?
We're collecting aluminum cans, Uncle Scrooge.
So we can get 'em recycled.
And collect a penny apiece.
That's good business sense.
And good for the planet, too.
Come on, guys.
We've got more cans to collect.
[wagon wheels squeak]
Don't be scrounging around in other people's trash cans, now.
We won't, Uncle Scrooge.
The neighbors are leaving out boxes of cans just for us.
Fenton is sure gonna be surprised when he finds all of his clothes are clean.
Huh?
"Polyester-Aluminum Blend.
Dry-Clean Only!!!"?
Oh, my gosh! I shrunk Fenton's Gizmo Suit.
[recorded voice] Blatherskite! Blather... Blaaaaa.
And I shrunk the code word, too.
[gasps] Oh! It's Fenton.
If he finds out what I did to his Gizmo Suit,
I'll never win that 50-inch, cable-ready, widescreen TV!
Mama! What are you doing in my closet?
Oh, me?
I was just hanging up your clothes. I did the wash for you today.
For me? Really?!
Gosh, you're such a kind mama!
Did you say "kind"?
Would you mind putting that in writing?
Later, Mama. I have to go to work now.
Wait! You don't want to take your Gizmo Suit today.
It's so... chili.
I mean, it's much too chilly to wear a cold Gizmo Suit.
Why not just take this nice, warm, clean sweater instead?
Oh, Mama, you're so thoughtful.
But I'll be fine, really.
I've got to fix Fenton's Gizmo Suit before he discovers what's happened.
Your turn to get the cans, Dewey.
Wow! Mrs. Crackshell left us a ton of them.
Only three more houses to go and we can head home.
Recycle Patrol, forward... ho!
Good thing I hid it right...
[gasps] Oh, no! It's gone!
If Fenton finds out, I won't get his loving admiration,
not to mention my 50-inch, cable-ready, widescreen TV.
Desperate situations call for desperate measures.
[clucks tongue]
Have to teach those kiddies to take better care of their cans.
And their pennies.
Good morning, Mr. McDuck.
- And a fine morning it is, Fenton. - [police sirens]
Better keep your eye on your Money Bin, Mr. McDuck.
Ma Beagle and her boys are on the loose again.
We've got to protect my fortune.
Quick, Fenton. Change into GizmoDuck!
Yes, sir! One superhero coming right up!
Blathering blatherskite!
Hey! This isn't my Gizmo Suit!
Oh, no! I must've taken the wrong box!
I've got to get my Gizmo Suit before Mr. McDuck finds out.
[crackling]
There, it's finished.
Now to program it.
[GizmoDuck on machine] Hi. GizmoDuck is not home right now.
But if you need...
I'll just erase this and put in a new code word.
- Mama! - Uh, here's your Gizmo Suit, Fenton.
[Qfunts]
While you were out I gave it a five-year, 50,000-mile service.
Uh, gee. You really shouldn't have.
Not that I don't appreciate it. I do, but...
That was Fenton Crackshell appreciating his dear mother,
a top candidate for Mother of the Year.
Excuse me, but I gotta turn into Gizmo Duck.
- Blathering... - Wait. I changed the code word.
You changed it? To what?
[unintelligible whisper]
Galloping garbage?!
[suit whirring, squeaking]
Ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight...
Wow! At a penny a pop, we're gonna be rich.
Hey, these aren't cans.
There's something familiar about this junk.
Let's put it together.
Hey! Do you see what I see?
Yeah. It's a Super Suit.
Yeah, like the one GizmoDuck wears.
Only smaller.
Let's try it on.
It won't go.
Oh! It must be broken.
I'm gonna tell Uncle Scrooge what we found.
Hold it, Webby. Don't go blabbing...
- [Zapping] - [all] Oh!
Wow! Look at me!
I'm the Gizmo Kid!
How'd you get the suit on, Huey?
I don't know and I don't care.
I'm a superhero now.
I can leap tall buildings in a single bound.
- Whoa, oh, oh! - [crashing]
Uh-oh. Uncle Scrooge is gonna blow his top when he sees this.
Don't worry, Louie. I'll fix it with, uh...
Oh, yeah. My super Gizmo torch.
You torched it all right.
No sweat. I'm a superhero, remember?
All I have to do is spin so fast I'd reverse time
and Uncle Scrooge's statue will be as good as new.
Something tells me it's not going to be that easy.
Hey, Huey! You all right?
[angry chattering]
Oh!
[Fenton] How could you do this to me, Mama?!
This could put an end to my superhero career.
Now, now, don't overreact, Fenton.
A good mother would help her son.
Therefore, I, being a good mother, will help you.
[phone ringing]
Hello? It's for you.
"Yes? _ [Scrooge] Fenton!"
The Beagle Boys are headed for the museum.
- Meet me there. - But...!
[phone clicks]
To prove what a good mother I am,
I'm going to see that you boys get some real museum culture.
You mean by looking at the pretty paintings, Ma?
No! I mean by stealing the pretty paintings.
Come on.
The Mona Duck.
Now, that painting has class.
Yeah, and its got glass, too.
Hmm, must be two feet thick.
No problem. I brought art supplies.
Art thief supplies, that is.
Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get some culture.
Hurry! I've got to save me art for art's sake.
- Art who? - Never mind.
Just change into GizmoDuck.
[stammers]
Do you think that's really necessary?
Ach! Just do it already!
Oh... galloping garbage.
[whirring]
- [sirens] - [brakes screeching]
Have no fear! Garbage Duck is here!
Garbage Duck?!
Blazing bagpipes! What did you do to the suit?
Now, now, everything's gonna be all right, Mr. McDuck.
[officer] This is the police, Ma Beagle!
Give yourself up and we'll see that the judge goes easy on ya.
Did you say "judge"?
Be sure to tell him that Ma Beagle
is stealing only the best paintings for her boys.
'Cause she's a great mother.
Ain't that right, boys?
- Sure, Ma. - We wouldn't be here without you.
You're the best.
Well, don't just stand there, smelling like yesterday's fish.
Capture those art thieves.
Yes, sir!
[stammers] I'm on my way!
Go get 'em, son.
Hold it right there.
You're under arrest in the name of the Sanitation Department.
Never mind. Just come along to the junk...
I mean, the police station with me.
Laugh at Garbage Duck, will you?
My hair dryer will fix you.
Too bad we have to trash you, Garbage Duck.
It's hard to find a good hair dresser.
Whoa!
Ooh, talk about feeling down in the Dumpster. Ooh.
There. Uncle Scrooge will never know the difference.
This is Walter Cronduck, reporting from the McDuck Museum of Art,
- where moments ago... - Hey, look!
Ma Beagle and her boys stole the priceless Mona Duck.
Did you hear that?
They stole Uncle Scrooge's painting.
Ooh, let me wear the suit!
I can get it back, I can! I can, I can!
Webby! We're trying to listen. Quit blabbing!
- [whirring] - Hey, what's going on?!
Oh!
No fair! That's mine!
Not anymore. I'm a superhero now.
Come on, we gotta save Uncle Scrooge's paintings.
Oh, no!
[glass shattering]
We'll sneak out the back before the cops know what happened.
Ma, look! It's...
[all] GizmoDuck!
You've done the crime, and now you're mine!
Hi-yah!
Hey! It's just a kid.
Let's get him, boys!
- [tire screeches] - Wait a minute.
I'm not just a kid. I'm the Gizmo Kid!
- Take this! - OK.
Hey, that's mine! Give it back!
If you insist.
[grunting]
- Ahh! - Do something, Dewey!
They're coming this way!
This'll stop 'em!
Oh, let me try the suit, Dewey.
Please, please, please!
Aww, will you quit blabbering, Webby?!
Wow! I'm the Gizmo Kid now!
Grab that little Robo-runt.
Ooh!
Hey! Give that back!
- Try and make me! - [groans]
Hey! How do you stop this thing?!
Hey!
This Gizmo Kid's tougher than he looks.
Come on, Ma. There's gotta be an easier way to get culture.
Hooray! Louie stopped the robbery!
- Look out below! - [whistling descent]
Come on, guys! We've got to stop the Beagle Boys
before they pull off another crime!
[gunfire]
They're getting away!
Where is that Garbage Dope when I need him?!
Fenton, where are you?
Right here, Mama.
What are you doing in there, lad?
We've got criminals to catch!
Whoa! Whoa!
Aah! Come back here! That's me private superhero!
And my only chance at a new set.
If I don't get you boys some culture quick,
I'm gonna lose that Mother of the Year contest!
[police sirens]
Ah! That's what we need.
Once we rob this men's store,
I'll have the best dressed boys in town.
That oughta convince the judges I'm Mother of the Year.
They went into that clothing store.
Let me wear the Super Suit, please, Louie.
No way, Webby.
Super stuff is for boys.
I'll take care of this.
Uh, can I help you, ma'am?
I want four of your most expensive suits for my boys here.
And how will we be paying for that?
We won't!
Louie, look!
[crashing]
I'll capture these cons!
Please can I try the Gizmo Suit? Can I? Can I?
Will you stop blabbering already?
- [Zapping] - Hey, what gives with this crazy suit?
Whoa! Hey!
- Hey! - Get off of me!
You're wrinkling my new suit!
I did it! I got Ma Beagle and the Beagle Boys!
I'm the Gizmo Kid,
the greatest superhero on Earth.
There's gonna be comic books about me, maybe even a movie!
Oh, will you stop your blab-blab-blabbing?
Hey! How'd you do that?
I get it. It goes on to whoever says "blab".
"Blab"?
Blab!
[Webby] Blab!
"Huh? _ [an] Gotcha!"
[boys] Hey! Help!
Tie 'em up, boys.
[Scrooge] There they are! Let's get them, Fenton!
Yes, sir!
[both shouting]
Now that we got Scrooge's nephews, we can trade them for his Money Bin.
It's the Gizmo twerp.
- [Bigtime] I can't see! - [Baggy] Oh, my gosh!
[crashing]
- [Bouncer] No! - [Ma Beagle] Hey!
Ach! You did a fine job.
I'm proud of you, lad.
[stammers] Which lad are ya?
It's me, Uncle Scrooge.
Webigail?
Gizmo Webby to you.
I guess we were wrong about you.
[Dewey] Yeah, girls can do super stuff.
They sure can!
Wait a minute. How did you get the Gizmo Suit?
And why is it so small?
Finished the park. Anybody need a him'?
You! This is all your fault.
Mama, I think you've got some explaining to do.
Something tells me I just lost
my 50-inch, cable-ready, widescreen TV.
I'm sorry you didn't win the Mother of the Year contest, Ma.
To us, you're still the best.
Yeah. What other mother would spend 20 years
in the same room with her boys?
Oh, boys...
[TV on, indistinct]
Looks almost as good as new, Mama.
Course, I may have to lose a few pounds to get into it.
I'm sorry you lost the Mother of the Year contest,
but you don't have to win a contest to prove you're a good mom to me.
I love you, Mama.
Oh, Fenton. You're the real prize.
Besides, I didn't come out empty-handed.
For building your Garbage Suit,
I won the Mechanic of the Year award!