01x39 - Working for Scales

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Life is like a hurricane

Here in Duckburg

Racecars, lasers, aeroplanes

It's a duck blur

Might solve a mystery

Or rewrite history

DuckTales
Ooh-ooh

Every day they're out there making

DuckTales
Ooh-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 on to some DuckTales

Ooh-ooh

Every day they're out there making

DuckTales
Ooh-ooh

Tales of derring-do,
bad and good luck tales

Ooh-ooh

Not ponytails or cottontails, no

DuckTales
Ooh-ooh

This is very, very most not good
for Scrooge McDuck.

How can we weigh his fortune against
yours, Mr. Glomgold, if he is not here?

Ach, the poor old kilt-kicker must still be
trying to get his fortune off the ocean floor.

Why don't we just declare me
the winner right now?

Oh, goodness, gosh, no.
Mr. McDuck still possesses one hour left.

Only then will we decide
which of you is rich enough

to sell my most amazing firefly fruit.

Well, Kishke, I suppose I can
wait a wee bit longer. My crates.

Say, Kishy, why don't you have a nice
lie-down while I go for a little ride?

Hold your horses, hold your horses!

Horses? I'm so hungry, I can eat one.

- Business first, gold later.
- Where are we?

Macaroon, you big boon.
Where's Big Time?

This crummy crate of yours
is too cramped, Glomgold!

Then perhaps you Beagle Boys would
rather go back to that spacious jail.

Oh, no, no, no! What I meant to say was,
thanks was getting us out.

That's better.
Now, here's why I sprung you.

You three are gonna keep
Scrooge McDuck and his fortune

away from those scales
while I make nice with the Grand Kishke

- Oh, you got keys?
- No, Burger!

- The Grand Kishke is the local potentate.
- Potato?

If Scrooge comes by plane
or boat or even a go-cart,

this little gizmo will
pick up his engine noise.

So when you see a blip,
smash him like a bug.

Yeah. When someone's this slow,
you just gotta look up to him.

Just look up at the screen, rattle-brain.

I don't want Scrooge to get
within a hundred miles of those scales.

There's Macaroon, dead ahead!
Heh-heh-heh-heh.

Glomgold will never find us up here.

After all, he thinks my fortune
is still sunk in the ocean.

Won't he be surprised to see the lost city of
Atlantis floating over his little waffled head.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

We'll be there in no time, Mr. McD.
Flying an island's a breeze.

- Right, Gyro?
- Yeah. A breeze.

We'll slip in as quiet as the wind and drop
my fortune right down onto the scale.

I'll win this cash contest
and prove once and for all...

...Scrooge McDuck
is the richest man in the world!

Think we're slowing down again, Mr. McD.

Sorry, Mr. McDuck,
but I'm too pooped to pedal.

Your nephews are supposed to
take over for me.

But Huey, Dewey and Louie
are tending the cloud machine, Gyro.

I don't think so, Mr. D.
Look! A cloud's gone up in smoke.

Aah!

Oh, no!

Without our cloud cover,
Glomgold will spot us for sure!

Where are those lazy lads?

Hey, I think I found a clue.

Great. If we can find
the fabled treasure of Atlantis,

it'll help Uncle Scrooge win his contest.

Yeah. And we'll get our
archeology merit badges, too.

Hey! It's an ancient riddle. Listen.

"The treasure is hidden by rock and lever,
so find it to fish and turn them together."

Yeah, but where do we find
fish up in the sky?

Who knows? But if you keep looking,
you're sure to see something.

Uh, I don't see nothin'.

Oh, just keep looking. See?

There's a chicken
and there's a plate of mashed potatoes.

Oh, boy!
These clouds are making me hungry.

Eating makes you hungry.

Nothing on the screen. If Scrooge
don't show up, Glomgold wins the contest.

Heh-heh.

Then we steal a piece of the pie.

Ooh! You got pie, Big Time?

We're gonna steal
some of Glomgold's fortune.

I'd still rather have some pie.

Hey, Burger, I think I finally
see something in the clouds.

It's a ducky, right?

Nah. It looks more like
an island hung with balloons.

An island?

A flying island!
I'd better call Glommy.

I have a feeling Scrooge
isn't gonna show, Kishy, old pal.

We are waiting nonetheless, Mr. Glomgold.
We must be fair.

No, we don't.

Is that you who are beeping, sir?

Um, yes. I'll be right back.

Oh, what a relief.
I thought I was beeping.

- Yes, what is it?
- Thought you should know

there's a floating island headed your way.

Well, get up there and check it out,
you jailbirds.

Roger wilcox. Over and under.

You must love your coat very much
to talk to it.

Uh, yes, we're very close.

Hey, look at me, guys! I'm a pilot!

Swell. I'm flying with "Top Goon."

Heads up!
Banditos at 3:00!

Uh, or is it two-thirty-ish?
Anyway, someone's coming!

It's too late. We've been spotted.

They're Glomgold's planes.

Well, I've come too far
to let him stop me now.

Back to the bicycle.

- Hey! Those are Glomgold's jets!
- How did they find us?

We forgot the cloud machine!

If I only had a plane,
I'd meet those buzzards beak-to-beak.

- How about this, Launchpad?
- Great.

I need a plane and you need a sky captain.

Wow!
A Boeing in a box! I love it!

- Isn't it a wee bit small?
- Here we go into the wild blue yonder.

- Gangway, g*ng!
- Dive!

Come on, little fella, you can do it.
You can to it!

Then again, maybe not. Yeow!

Oh, I broke it.

We're back, Uncle Scrooge.
Sorry about the cloud machine.

You lads deserted your post
and left me exposed to my worst enemy!

We were trying to find
the treasure of Atlantis for you.

Correction - you were trying to ruin me!

- But, Uncle Scrooge!
- Not a word!

This contest means everything to me,
and I'll not be done in by my own kin.

And I thought that someday
you lads would follow in my footsteps.

Obviously, I was wrong.

This is Beagle One calling Glomgold.
Come in, Glomgold.

- Oh, it is your coat calling.
- Yes. Can I have a little privacy, Kishy?

Goodness gracious,
yes, most certainly.

- Yes, Big Time?
- It's Scrooge, all right.

And he's sneaking his money in
with balloons.

- Then sh**t the balloons, you moron!
- Ohh!

I get your drift, Mr. Glomgold. We'll sh**t
'em down, all right. Big Time out.

Oh, thank you so very much.
Oh, I love that coat.

Where can I buy
such an affectionate overgarment?

Kishy, old boy,
you've got to get out more.

Come on, you jet jerkies.
You'll never get by the ace of Atlantis.

I've got 'em running scared now.

Here we go sh**t' balloonies in May,
so early in the morning

Fire, boys!

Say your prayers, Scroogey.

Have a nice fall, McDuck.

Heh-heh-ha-ha-ha!

Look out!

Whoo! Boy!
They sure got big flies here in Macaroon.

The balloons are sh**ting back at us.

- They didn't pop. The balloons didn't pop!
- Steel belted.

Gyro, sometimes I'm almost
tempted to give you a raise.

Why, thanks, Mr. McDuck. I think.

This is Beagle One calling Glomgold.
Come in, Glomgold.

- What is it now?
- We got a problem.

The balloons is unpoppable.

That sneaky tightwad.
All right, if you can't sh**t Scrooge down,

get some cables from the base
and tow him away!

We'll haul jets, Mr. Glomgold.
Heh-heh-ha-ha!

Over and out of sight.

That should take care of
the bucket-headed old bird.

Oh, see and look.
A flying island.

Uh, you must be seeing things, Kishy.

Of course I am seeing things.
I am seeing an island floating in the sky.

No, that's just a cloud
that looks like a ducky.

You'd better hurry.
You left your mongoose on spin-dry.

Oh, my golly-gosh, yes.
What is spin-dry?

Ha-ha! Those vultures
are coming back for some more, eh?

b*at it or be beaten,
you buzzards.

Whoops!

Yeow!

Boy, those guys really missed me,
but not by very much.

We really did it this time.

I don't think Uncle Scrooge
will ever forgive us.

Maybe we can still help.
If we found that hidden treasure...

Let it go, Huey. That's how
we messed up in the first place.

Yeah.

Face it - we're nothing but
a bunch of blockheaded, blundering,

good-for-nothing goof-ups.

Yeah, and we blew it, too.

Yikes!

Come back and fight
like a duck, you dogs.

Everybody's a comedian.

Beagle One to Beagle Squadron Blue.

Prepare for grappling run.
Match altitude and trajectory speed.

- Huh?
- Huh?

Just form up, youse blubber-heads!

Full throttle!

They hooked us!
We gotta do something!

But what? Uncle Scrooge
doesn't even want us near him.

I know.
Get me one of those extra balloons.

Faster, Gyro!
We're moving away from the scales.

My... legs are...
about to fall off.

Don't complain.
No pain, no gain.

Just... just a little more.

All right, let me tie it up.

Yah!

Wah!

That was easy.
Now let's get a big rock.

Three degrees to the right.
Now, just a degree higher.

- Well?
- Ah, just sh**t the silly thing.

Whoa!

Faster, faster, faster.

Whoa!

- That was Uncle Scrooge!
- And Gyro!

Yah!

Yeow!

Wonder where those free-falling fools
are up to. Better check it out.

Don't you have some kind of gadget
to save us, Gyro?

No. Nope.

Ah!

Say, I've been looking for that.

- Do something, Gyro!
- Say, hey, Mr. McD, what's going down?

- Us, you airhead!
- Oh.

Well, I'll save ya.
I'll just put this baby on autopilot.

- No, not that button!
- Aah!

Gee, I never crashed
a briefcase before.

- Ah, just what we need.
- A blindfold?

- No, it's a handker-chute.
- Gesundheit.

No, it's a compact parachute.

Gee, thanks!

Please tell me you have
another one of those.

Gee, Mr. McDuck, let's see.

- Yes, yes, one left.
- Only one?

Then let that rascal rip.

I can't believe Uncle Scrooge is gone.

It's all our fault.

We're all alone now.

What are we gonna do?

What Uncle Scrooge would have
wanted us to do - win this contest!

Yeah!

- Guess a number between one and ten.
- Hmm...

- Seven?
- Sorry. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

- What a macaroni.
- Yeow!

Quick! Hide!
It is a deranged water buffalo.

Oh, it is Scrooge McDuck.
So very, very, very nice to see you.

You snake! You cheat!
You firefly-fruit-looter!

Please, gentlemen, let us not fight.
Let us eat fruit.

- Is it bedtime already?
- Hey, Mr. McD.

- Come out here, quick.
- Oh!

I knew I saw an island!
I knew it, I knew it!

My own sweet laddies came through.

But they won't know
where to dump my fortune.

Grand Kishke, may I please borrow
some of your firefly fruit?

- Oh, yes, of course.
- Launchpad, Gyro, give me a hand.

Why are you letting McDuck have
that fruit? He hasn't won the contest.

Because he said the magic word -
"please."

Big Time, mayday.
Stop Scrooge's nephews.

- Which way do I steer?
- I don't know.

It's dark as night down there.
I can't see the scale.

Wait. Something's going on.
It's a glowing "X."

A little to the left, Huey.

Stop, Louie. That's it.
We're all lined up.

Uh-oh.

We got company! The Beagle Boys!

Quick! Let's stuff Uncle Scrooge's money
onto the scale!

- Way to go, lads!
- Hey!

- They're tipping the whole island.
- Yeah?

Well, two can play at that game.

Ach, no!
No, no, no!

Ach, yes!
Yes, yes, yes!

This oughta do it!

Whoa!

- I win!
- No, I win!

Holy Nimrud,
it is a tie! What are we to do?

Not so fast.
Heh-heh-heh-heh!

I almost forgot - my number one dime.

I win! Ha-ha-ha!
I win, I win, I win!

It's not over yet, Scroogey.

I don't like the sound of that.

Ha-ha-ha!

Well, Kishy, I'm ready to sign
the contracts. Care to watch, McDuck?

You must have cheated, you old skinflint.
I know I have more wealth than you!

Had more wealth, McDuck. Had.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Nuts! The only way to b*at Glomgold now
is to find the treasure of Atlantis.

Wait! We'll help
you little rats look for it.

Aah!

- Wah!
- Whoa!

Nice catch. Now, I wonder
how long youse can hang on.

Look, Huey, you got the clue
to the treasure right in your hand.

A fish!
Then this must be the lever.

And there's the rock up there.

But how can we turn them both
at the same time?

Leave that to me.
Hey!

We'll tell you where the treasure is
if you climb down here and get us.

Treasure? We'll be right down!

I won fair and square.
Give me that fruit contract, Kishy.

Not yet, you weasel.
I've still got 30 seconds left.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

And where do you expect
to get more money, Scrooge?

Pennies from heaven?
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!

OK, you squirts,
where's the fortune?

Right in your own backyard!

- We did it!
- What the...

Whee!

Yeow!

I win! I win!

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Hee-hee-hee!

Yeow!

Lead bars!
I knew you were a cheat, Flinty.

And cheaters never win
firefly fruit. No, no, no.

- Hey! It's Uncle Scrooge and Gyro!
- They're alive!

We're sorry we let you down,
Uncle Scrooge.

Let me down?
Lads, you saved the day.

Thanks to you, I'm still
the richest duck in the world.

Yeah, and Glomgold's just a poor second.

Poor? Then perhaps
you would be interested

in selling me that
most wonderful talking coat. Yes.