♪ 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 ♪
[Huey] Go wide, Louie! Here comes a pass!
Tackle him!
Fling 'er here, Dewey! Fling 'er here!
I got it! I got it!
[crashing]
Oh, boy, did I get it!
Boys, why don't you play something civil, like jacks?
Ick! Jacks is for wimps!
Well, your uncle will be home from his yearly check-up soon
and you know how he disapproves of roughhousing!
[all] We'll stop.
Fling 'er again, Dewey!
[gasping]
[all gasping]
Uh-oh! Looks like we broke more than our promise!
Uncle Scrooge is gonna break us in a thousand pieces when he finds out!
Well, who says he has to?
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Maybe. Are you thinking something clever and sneaky?
Yep! [Laughing]
Sometimes we're so alike it's scary! Let's go!
[Huey] Can you fix the clock, Dr. Glockenspiel? Can you?
No way! It's too far gone!
But you just gotta fix it!
Please! Pretty please!
Surely the old ticker has a little time left?
Sorry, boys, but the answer is no.
OK, we tried being nice. Now let's try Plan B!
Gotcha!
[wailing]
OK, OK! I'll fix it!
- Great! - Thanks!
See you later, Dr. Glockenspiel!
Ha-ha! Look at that, Duckworth!
Thanks to Gyro, this new magnetized tip
will let me pick up any coin off the street.
Oh, the thrills never stop, do they, sir?
Perhaps now you can afford a real doctor,
instead of a visit to the free clinic.
Nonsense!
A penny scrounged is a penny earned.
[phone ringing]
McDuck residence.
Oh, one moment, please.
It's a... Dr. Something-or-other.
Hi, Doctor. What are the results?
The face und hands are just fine.
But I'm afraid the old ticker is beyond repair.
[gasping] Are you sure?
It may work another few days,
but I'm afraid this is one ticker that's time has run out.
[stuttering] Is there anything I can do?
Well, you could sell me the spare parts.
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Ahhh! Cut off in my financial prime!
I should have spent more time seeing to it
that I was physically fit than fiscally fit!
What am I going to do?
I'm too rich to die!
Here he comes! Quick! Hide the spot where the clock was!
[all whistling]
Hi, Uncle Scrooge!
How's our favorite uncle?
Do not ask! Just run along and buy yourselves an ice cream.
[gasping] A dollar?
Here, buy several.
Uh-oh, you know something's wrong, don't you?
Aye. So, live it up.
Buy the entire franchise.
And promise me you'll take good care of wee Webbigail.
- Yahoo! - Sure thing!
Anything you say, Uncle Scrooge!
Wait, guys! We really should tell Uncle Scrooge about the grandfather clock.
Huey's right. It's the good Junior Woodchuck thing to do.
OK, then let's vote!
All in favor of telling Uncle Scrooge, raise your hand.
[whistling]
So much for democracy. Let's go!
How about lunch, Mrs. Beakley?
No thanks, I've already eaten.
No, for me.
You, sir? But you always said lunch was for wimps.
Aye, but I've had a sudden attack...
Uh... change of... heart.
Mmm... have I ever told you what a good cook you are?
Uh... not exactly.
You said the way I look, I must enjoy my cooking.
Well, you deserve a raise.
Really? Effective immediately?
No. Effective two days from now.
It'll be less painful then.
To the Money Bin, sir?
Aye. One last visit.
After you drop me off, why don't you take the rest of the day off?
Because you claim days off are for wimps.
Well, you've my permission to wimp out.
Oh, thank you, sir. How wimp-athetic of you.
[Fenton] McDuck enterprises. Fenton Crackshell speaking.
Sorry, he's not here yet. Can Hake a message?
Uh, yes. This is Nurse Hatchet at the free clinic.
Tell Mr. McDuck his test results are in, and he's in fine health.
Except for a corn on the bottom of his foot.
Say, if he develops a cauliflower ear he'll really be a vegetable, won't he?
[laughing] Hello? Hello?
[Scrooge moaning]
Ah, there you are!
What are you doing in here in the middle of a busy workday?
I'm trying to decide what to do with my fortune.
Should something happen to me.
I'd like to leave the money to my nephews,
but it's an awesome responsibility.
Oh, I understand. My ma feels the same way about leaving me her trailer.
How can I keep this away from the Beagle Boys if I'm not here?
[gasping] I know how!
This had better not be another half-baked Crackshell idea.
No, it's a Banana Bran Flakes business brochure best bet!
Computer banking!
How will that help?
First, you put this money into banks.
Then, through a computer, you can move your money where you want it.
That way, your money's guaranteed safe from the Beagle Boys.
What's my other alternative?
A very, very, very, very, very big mattress!
All right. I'll give it a try. Now, leave me alone.
I want to take one last swim in my Money Bin.
Is that the last truckload?
It better be. There's not another truck left in the county!
I hope I did the right thing.
Don't worry, you did.
Let's go back to the mansion and I'll show you how the computer works.
OK, say you want to put all your money in the stock market.
You push this little button and... voila!
Or, you can put all your money in a savings account like this.
Or, you can put all your money in a checking account and...
Gleep!
[Scrooge] What happened?
Happened? [Stammering] Happened?
Say, nice game those Duckburg Dodgers had last night, huh?
Fenton, what's wrong?
[stuttering] What makes you say something's wrong?
Because you're sweating more than Mrs. Beakley at a disco!
Well, it seems there's a glitch in the computer.
What kind of glitch?
The kind that consumes mass quantities of money!
Get it back!
I can't, sir. It's gone!
What do you mean, "gone?"
It was there just a second ago!
That's the way it is with computers, sir.
Something like that happening is only a chance in a billion,
which is certainly a lot more than you have right now. [Nervous laughing]
I've worked all my life for that money,
and I'm not about to die a pauper!
Oh, me foot!
Careful, settle down. There's nothing you can do.
Never say that to Scrooge McDuck!
I refuse to let my fortune slip away and leave my nephews penniless!
No matter how sick I am!
Sheesh! Overreacting to a corn, wouldn't you say?
Gyro, is there anything you can do to help me get back my money?
Well, if you can't get your money out of the computer,
maybe you can go in after it.
Go into a computer? Have you flipped your floppy disk?
Well, according to my calculations I may be able to transform you
into an electronic impulse.
Then I could transfer you onto a floppy disk and into the computer.
Fine, fine. Let's do it!
But I should warn you. This could be extremely risky.
There's a chance you may never return.
Iwanna go, too, Mr. McDuck!
Absolutely not! It's too risky!
But this is all my fault! I have to help you!
[I Il ' no]!
- But, Mr. McDuck... - No.
You gotta let me make this up to you!
No!
All right, then. Time to do what the nephews do:
Plan B!
[wailing]
I wanna go, I wanna go!
All right, you can go.
I do not have time to argue. Literally.
Once we're inside the computer, where will we find the money?
I'd head for the bad sector if I were you.
That's where most glitches hide out.
Thanks, Gyro. Ready, Fenton?
Ready, willing, and computer compatible!
[buzzing]
[both yelling]
I'm on a top-secret project for Mr. McDuck.
Oh, dear! Is there anything I can do to help?
Yes... Uh, don't let anyone near Mr. McDuck's computer until I'm finished.
Oh, I'll do my best.
One small disk for a computer,
one giant step for duck-kind.
[both] Whoa!
Gyro said the glitch is probably hiding in a bad sector.
Where would that be?
That looks like a bad sector if ever I saw one.
Hold on to your software!
Reverse works OK.
This is one scary neighborhood.
I don't know. Kind of reminds me of where I live.
What's that? Money! This must be mine!
Yikes! There's a major something out there, Mr. McDuck!
Hey, where'd it go?
Stop fooling around, Fenton.
- [growling] - Ah! What's that?
The glitch that ate my money! What else?
If you ask me, that's a Moby Glitch!
After it!
Sure you wouldn't like to test reverse gear again?
No! Go!
Why is it every time I sit in front of a screen I get hungry?
I wonder what's to eat around here?
Come on, guys! Let's play a computer game!
Which one?
- How about Quac-Man? - Great!
[grunting]
Who changed the scenery?
Hey, look!
What are Uncle Scrooge and Fenton doing in there instead of Quac-Man?
[Dewey] Beats me! But here comes the Gobble Goblin to eat 'em up!
Make 'em run, quick!
[beeping]
Uh-oh! I feel a mega-bite coming on!
Move your tail feathers!
Look out, Huey! You're sending 'em to the zapping zone!
[Fenton] Yikes! How'd you talk me into this?
Thanks for the broccoli sandwich, Mrs. Beakley.
Boys! Goodness gracious, what are you doing?
Uh... Uncle Scrooge always lets us play computer games.
Not when he's in the computer!
[gasping] You mean that really is them?
In the flesh... Uh, the digital... Uh, whatever.
Oh, you've gotta save them, Gyro, before the goblin gobbles them up!
It's too late! They're trapped!
[both] Help!
Boys, how do you stop this program?
You can't! Not until the game is over!
Oh, yes, you can.
The way I get out when I'm losing the game!
No, Louie, don't! Not the plug!
Oh, no! You've lost the program!
They're gone!
I haven't seen so many sparks since Mama's electric curler shorted out!
Speaking of short circuits, what's happened to the disk drive?
It's a wreck!
Whoa! I'm gonna put it in second gear.
Hmm, second seems a little loose. Better try third.
There she blows!
Can we go in there with Uncle Scrooge and Fenton?
Can we, Gyro?
- Yeah, can we? - Sorry, boys.
I don't know where they are now that the monitor's gone black.
Wait! I think I've found them.
They're leaving the system.
Where are they going?
It looks like they're trying to reach out and touch someone...
through the telephone system.
Look out for that fork in the road!
Whoops! Looks like second gear isn't the only thing that's loose!
- [crashing] - [Scrooge] What was that?
First gear.
Is it important?
Not if we still had a second and third.
Reverse, ho!
He's turning to fight. Back up!
I can't! I'm already in forward reverse...
I mean, backwards forwards... I mean...
Forget it! You're backwards and dizzy!
[both shouting]
Sheesh! The things you do to save a few quadzillion bucks!
Gyro, what can we do! Where did Uncle Scrooge go?
I don't know, but since he entered the phone modem,
maybe I can talk to him through his speaker phone.
Mr. McDuck? Hello? Can you hear me?
I dare you to come after me, you overgrown money monger!
No, allow me, Mr. McDuck. I'll get your money back!
No, Fenton. It's too dangerous!
- Danger is my middle name. - Come on.
Well, actually they call me Ishmael, but I lean towards the dramatic.
_ [punching] [growling]
Not exactly user-friendly, is he?
_ [punching] [growling]
How 'bout I pay back the money I lost in monthly installments?
_ [punching] [growling]
- [crunching, gulping] - Fenton?
[belching]
Fenton? No!
[Gyro] Mr. McDuck? Hello? Can you hear me?
Gyro? Yes, yes! I can hear you!
Help!
Moby Glitch ate Fenton, and I'm next! What should I do?
Think, think! I've gotta think of something!
Gyro, stop! You'll scramble your brains!
Scramble! Of course!
You can scramble the glitch if you only had a magnet!
I do! On my cane!
OK, you computerized garbage disposal! Come and get me!
[growling]
Mr. McDuck? Are you there?
[all] Uncle Scrooge! Uncle Scrooge!
Fenton, you're alive!
You saved us, Mr. McDuck! You saved us!
♪ Ding-dong the glitch is dead
♪ Wicked glitch, (he glitch is dead
And my money's all mine again! Boot me up, Gyro!
Hold on tight, Mr. McDuck!
I'm gonna transfer you to your Money Bin!
[beeping]
Uncle Scrooge, you're all right!
Boy, are we glad to have you back!
It's good to be back. But I'm afraid I'll be going again soon.
Permanently.
Where are you going?
To that big Money Bin in the sky.
Take care of this money, lads. It's all yours now.
Uncle Scrooge, what are you talking about?
Me old ticker. It's time has come... er... gone.
Don't you think you're making too much of that silly corn on your foot?
Who said anything about my corn?
The nurse who called about your check up.
But, the doctor called me this morning and said my old ticker's had it.
Uh-oh!
Uncle Scrooge, it's not your old ticker he was talking about.
It's the one in your grandfather clock that we broke.
What? I risked my life inside a computer when I didn't have to?
Oh, you boys! [Wailing]
Take it easy, Mr. McDuck, or you will break your ticker!
I never knew Uncle Scrooge knew about Plan B!
[wailing] No, no, no, no!