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♪ 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 ♪
[chattering]
Ah! Careful with those things, Launchpad! They're priceless.
Worthless is more like it.
Yeah, this stuff is all cracked.
Aye. Have you already forgotten what I taught you about successful importing?
No, Uncle Scrooge.
- One man's junk... - Is another man's antique.
[shouts] Why don't you look where you're going, you...
You?
Well, if it isn't my best enemy, Scrooge McDuck.
It's just like you to travel halfway around the world for a bargain.
Aye, and it's just like you to try and steal it from me, Glomgold.
I've got better things to do than steal your worthless ideas.
Much better. [Evil laugh]
Whoa!
Sounds like Glomgold is up to something, eh, Uncle Scrooge.
Aye. And let's hope we're out of town before whatever he's up to goes down.
[coins jingling]
A few coins for a hungry beggar?
Very sorry.
- [both grunt] - Sorry. Dijon very clumsy.
It was all my... What did you say your name was?
[both] Dijon!
Keep away from me, you sneaky pickpocket!
Please, Mr. Scrooge. Dijon is a changed man.
I've gone into business for myself.
I'm a professional beggar.
Give the guy a break, Uncle Scrooge.
Yeah! Let's give him a quarter.
He's not getting a cent from... Ah!
Me wallet! It's gone!
Oh, my. Where did that be coming from?
There it is! Stop that thief!
- He cannot have gone far. - [horn playing]
[hissing]
[screaming]
Don't let that snake get away!
- How much? - Fifty rupees.
Deal.
Oh, we lost him!
Get a good look at those monks, boys.
They're part of the Brotherhood of the Goose.
Ooh! I love goose!
Especially with gravy and stuffing.
He's not talking about food, you idiot.
He's talking about dough.
Ooh, I love dough!
No, I mean bread.
Ooh, I love bread, too!
Not that kind. The green kind.
You know, cabbage, clams, lettuce, frogskin.
[Glomgold] That's enough already!
We got business to attend to.
Now take a look at this.
It's the Golden Goose.
- Ooh, what a gem! - What a prize!
What a... [stammers] What is it?
It's the ultimate treasure.
And rumor has it that the Brotherhood has got it.
And you're gonna get it for me!
Yes, sir, Mr. Glomgold.
- But... where is it? - There.
Is that a monk or a chimp?
I am always getting them confused.
[monk clears throat]
Now, please, you may all be removing your cowls and eat.
Please, be removing your cowl, brother.
No, thank you. I am feeling a draft.
Brother, please be removing the cold one's cowl.
- [all gasp, murmur] - You are not a monk.
[gasps] Oh, you mean this is not the YMCA?
Ohm'!-
Do not bother showing Dijon the door.
I have already seen it.
Wait. Did you say "Dijon"?
Dijon? No, I am not that criminal.
It is you!
No, no! I am only looking like that crook on the wanted poster.
Are you not recognizing me?
I am your humble brother, Poupon.
Poupon!
I have not seen you in years.
Tell me, Dijon, what are you doing in the Temple of the Golden Goose
dressed as a monk?
[stammering] I... I was wanting to be with you, Poupon.
Dijon, you?
I have wonderful news, my brothers.
Dijon, the black sheep of the family,
the one who was always stealing things,
the one who cannot be trusted,
- the one who... - I think they are getting the picture.
He has finally returned to the fold.
He wants to be a monk like us,
and be spending the rest of his life in the service to others.
[all cheer]
You were always being such a good boy, Poupon.
And I was so bad.
Oh, do not think about the past, Dijon.
Come, I have something to show you, my brother.
This is what the brothers and I have dedicated our lives to.
You are going to a lot of trouble to be protecting a rubber ducky.
Oh, but this is no ordinary bird, my dear Dijon.
This is the Golden Goose.
It has magical properties as you shall see.
Have you something worthless, besides yourself, that is?
[utensils clattering]
Watch carefully.
With the magic word, it can turn anything to...
gold!
Ooh, can I be trying that, Poupon? Can I, please, please?
No. It is not a thing to be playing with.
It must always remain atop these mystical waters.
[scolding]
Of course, up here in the Temple,
we are having no need for riches.
Of... course... not. Ooh.
Every night, one of the monks must stay in the temple
to insure the Goose is remaining atop the mystic waters.
This shall be your first duty as a monk.
What does Dijon do if it falls off?
Ah, this is the secret.
You put it back on.
Ahh. I can do that.
Your shift will end exactly...
[gasps] My watch! It is gone!
Perhaps you dropped it?
Remember Dijon, this is your one chance to make good.
Do not be blowing it.
The Golden Goose must be protected at all costs.
I am counting on you.
Do not worry, brother dear,
no one will be touching it.
See? You are safe with Dijon.
Hmm, I'm supposing it would not hurt to try it once.
Gold.
Ah! It worked!
Now Dijon must put it back.
Hmm, if it did not hurt to try it once
I am supposing now it could not hurt to try it twice.
Gold.
Careful, Dijon. Remember what you promised Poupon.
Wait! You promised Poupon no one would be touching it.
And no one will be touching it if Dijon borrows it for just one night.
So he can be turning some big things into gold.
Excuse me, I must be making a phone call.
And we must be making sure
you are making sure the Golden Goose is staying on the fountain.
There's the Temple. Come on, we got work to do.
[quacking]
This is gonna be like taking candy from a baby.
What candy? Where? I'll take it.
If those are the babies, they can keep the candy.
Come back here, you.
All right, we need another distraction,
- Burger, you know what to do. - Right.
Isn't this a lovely temple, my sweet Bagonia?
It sure is, Burger.
[gasps, clears throat] I mean, yes, Burgie-wergie.
- Hey! - That's no way to treat a tourist.
Burgie-wergie, help!
[Burger] Let go of my ugly wife.
Let me go! Put me down!
Yeah, pick on somebody your own size.
This is Dijon's big chance.
Ooh, what a pretty picture.
We do not be seeing sights like this back in Kansas.
Do not be forgetting me.
Thank you so much.
Don't expect us to tell our friends about this place.
Uh, what do we do now, Bigtime?
Hmm... I think we follow him.
Tonight, I be making a fortune in gold.
Then, tomorrow morning, I bring the Goose back to the nest
and no one is being the wiser.
Not even Poupon.
Oh, poor Poupon.
Oh, Dijon, how could you be doing this to your brother,
after he gave you his trust?
On the other hand, I am only borrowing it.
No! You must be taking it back.
After you make the gold.
No... yes...
No. Yes!
Stop! You are fooling no one but yourself, Dijon.
And not even him.
It is wrong. Now take it back and that is final. Huh?
- Give it to me. - Give what to you?
- That! - Oh, that.
Whatever you be saying.
Don't just stand there. Get that bird!
Ooh, a wild goose chase. My favorite.
- Six hundred brass toothbrushes. - Check!
Ow! Check!
- Four dozen cracked vases. - Check.
He's around here somewhere.
UP there!
[all shouting]
Uh-oh! It is Mr. Scrooge.
[all] Let's get him!
- [all grunt] - Ooh, grab it!
I sot it!
Here's the last one, Uncle Scrooge.
Fifty rusty door chimes. Check.
We're all packed, Uncle Scrooge.
And I couldn't have done it without you, lads.
You're priceless.
Let's shove off.
We've got to get these goods back to Duckburg,
before the grand opening of my new department store.
Look! Scrooge McDuck has got our Goose!
And when Glomgold finds out,
he's gonna grind us into goose liver.
Oh, boy! When do we eat?
Ahh!
Oh, dear! What will I tell Poupon?
Perhaps Dijon will send him a nice letter of apology...
from Mexico.
Perhaps not.
Uncle Scrooge's new department store sure is doing great business.
And that junk we brought back from overseas is selling like hotcakes.
[woman] Oh, over here. Look at this.
[chattering]
Mr. McDuck, I couldn't find this item on the inventory sheets.
How much do you want to ask for it?
I do not remember buying this ugly thing in Barkladesh.
It's too light to be real gold.
Must be gold-plated.
Ask five dollars.
[Huey] Hey, there's something familiar about that guy.
Did you see that?! He just stole something!
[Huey] Now I recognize him! It's Burger Beagle!
Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get him!
[whistle blows]
Yikes!
[tires screech]
Good work, lads. Don't know what I'd do without you.
What was he trying to steal?
This, Uncle Scrooge.
[grunts] I don't get it.
With all the valuable merchandise in the store,
what would he want with a worthless thing like this?
Hmm... better raise the price to $100, just in case.
You idiot! You were supposed to buy it not steal it.
I gave you the money.
I'm sorry. Old habits are hard to break.
Don't worry, Mr. Glomgold, I'll go back and buy it.
Oh, no, you won't.
If you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself.
We've gotta keep our eyes peeled
for anyone else that might look like a thief.
[Scrooge] There's the biggest thief of all.
- That'll be 100... Ooh! - Hold it!
That item's just gone on sale.
It's now $1,000.
What?! But prices are supposed to go down for a sale.
This is a special sale.
The price includes a money-back guarantee.
Oh, very well.
Here's your money back.
- The sale just ended. - Good.
Then it's back to $100?
- Nope. It's $10,000. - What?!
What kind of crazy store is this?
Here. Now give me the goose.
- Sorry. It's already sold. - To who?!
- To me. - Oh, no you don't.
I bought that fair and square.
Ten minutes ago, I wouldn't have paid a dollar for this thing.
But now that you want it, I wouldn't sell it for a million.
Looks like I'm going to have to teach Scrooge McDuck
a lesson in customer relations.
[birds chirping]
[Scrooge] Ahh... ahh...
A-ha! Aye!
Just as I expected.
What is it, Uncle Scrooge?
It's absolutely, positively, totally...
confusing.
It looks like real gold, only it's almost magically light.
But if it's not real gold,
why would Glomgold be willing to pay so much for it?
That's just what I'd like to know.
Well, there's one thing for sure.
He's not buying it for its looks. Yuck!
Maybe you should have sold it to him, Uncle Scrooge.
Aye, you've got a good head for profit, my little lassie.
But my instincts tell me
this bird could be worth its weight in gold.
Wow! Did you see that?
It turned into gold!
[gasps] That's a miracle!
But why is it not happening again?
Maybe it's a broken miracle.
Abracadabra.
Hocus pocus.
[groans] I don't get it.
Why won't it turn anything else to... gold?!
- That's it! - But how does it work?
All I have to do is say the magic word... "gold".
Gold!
Gold! Gold! Gold!
- [all gasp] - Gold, gold, gold, gold!
Gold, gold, gold, gold!
I'm rich, rich, rich, rich!
Looks like Scrooge just discovered the Goose's secret.
Perhaps. But tonight that Goose will be mine.
And Scrooge's goose will be cooked.
I've got to get these groceries put away before dinnertime.
I wonder when Mr. McDuck installed this yellow brick driveway.
[gasps] Good heavens!
Duckworth, look!
The whole house is gold!
Mr. McDuck, what are you doing?
I'm mowing a fortune, Mrs. Beakley.
The grass may be greener on the other side of the fence,
but on my side it's 24 carat gold!
Hey, I always wanted to be a Golden Glove winner.
Whoa!
Why the glum face, Webby?
All the flowers don't smell anymore, Uncle Scrooge.
Ah, but a rose by another name...
isn't worth $5,000!
Please, Mr. McDuck, you're going to get yourself all worked up at this rate.
Aye. I do feel a bit strange.
Why, I've got goosebumps.
Golden goosebumps. [Crazy laughter]
My brother has agreed to make up for his misdeed
by flying with me to Duckburg to retrieve the Golden Goose.
Perhaps Poupon should go alone?
Mr. Scrooge is not thinking very highly of me.
Dijon, your bad habits have cost us more trouble than you can imagine.
If we are not placing the Golden Goose back on the fountain within two days,
it could be meaning the end of the world.
Oh, no. That could definitely be a problem.
Here. We will be needing this mystical water
in case the goose is beginning its transformations.
Transformations? What transformations?
Oh, there is no time for explaining now.
Our plane is about to...
[gasps] My Watch! Dijon?!
Sorry. Dijon cannot help it.
His mind says no, but his hand says yes.
Ooh, not so hard!
Dijon's ears stayed noncommittal.
Ow! Uncle Scrooge took the easy out of the easy chair.
[grunting]
And golden slippers sure aren't as comfortable
as they sound in the fairy tales.
Dinner will be ready in five minutes.
- Great! I'm starved. - What're we having?
I'm afraid it's golden friend chicken.
- Yuck. - I lost my appetite.
Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold!
A picture may be worth a thousand words,
but my books are now worth a million bucks.
Mr. McDuck your golden touch is getting out of hand.
You're ruining our happy home.
- Ooh! - Don't be such a grump, Mrs. Beakley.
Why, we can buy a new home with our golden garbage.
Oh, won't you please stop, Uncle Scrooge?
Yeah! What if you accidentally turned one of us into gold?
Or even yourself?
Oh, there's nothing to worry about, me lads and lassie.
Your Uncle Scrooge is in complete control.
Ah, what a beautiful world.
Everything is gold.
Ah!
[grunts] Talking in me sleep can be dangerous.
[loud thud]
I've cut open safes before, but this is the first time
I ever torched my way through someone's front door.
Shh!
Don't worry, Bigtime,
I ain't gonna say a word.
Hmm? Ah!
Give that back, you Golden Goose-nappers.
- Hey, put me down! - I can't hold him much longer!
Gold!
Ouch! What are you doing? Get me out of here.
What was that?
Sounds like it came from Uncle Scrooge's room.
It's the Beagle Boys!
And they've got Uncle Scrooge's goose!
Give it back!
Whatever you say, twerps.
Gold, gold, gold!
Now Scrooge will really appreciate you brats.
After all, you're priceless.
[evil laugh]