02x32 - Double 'O Chipmunk

[bunniefuu]

♪♪

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]

♪ Sometimes some crimes

♪ Go slippin'
through the cracks

♪ But these two gumshoes

♪ Are pickin' up the slack

♪ There's no case too big,
no case too small

♪ When you need help,
just call

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale's

♪ Rescue Rangers

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale

♪ When there's danger

♪ No, no, it never fails

♪ 'Cause once
they're involved

♪ Somehow whatever's wrong
gets solved

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale

♪ Rescue Rangers

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale

♪ When there's danger

♪ No, no, it never fails

♪ They'll take the clues

♪ And find the wheres
and whys and whos

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale

♪ Rescue Rangers

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale

♪ When there's danger

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale ♪

[BOTH GASPING]

Dirk, they know we have
the microfilm.

How will we get out?

No problem, Oddshoe.

I'll just use
my double-O agent belt rope.

Wow! Look at that thing.

I wish I had
a double-O belt like his.

Dirk Suave has
a secret agent trick
for every emergency.

[SQUEAKING]

SO-SO: Not so fast, Mr. Suave.

[BOTH GASPING]

It's Dr. So-So.

I want the microfilm,
Suave.

[LAUGHING] Sorry, So-So.
You didn't say, "Please."

Wowzers! A secret jet pack.

Nobody can top Dirk Suave,
double-O super spy.

Oh, no. Not again.

Looks like Dale's enjoying
another one of
his spy movies.

Goodbye, Mr. Suave.

Quick, Oddshoe,
the cufflinks.

Thanks for showing us
the way out, So-So.

Not again!

[SCREAMING]

Dirk Suave,
double-O super spy,
saves the world again.

He always saves the world.
Big deal.

You should've been with us
looking for cases
at the police station.

But this is our business, too.

If we could
learn his spy tricks,

we would be
better Rangers than ever.

Next thing you know,
you'll wanna
stuff us in tuxedoes

and hide hand grenades
in our trouser cuffs.

Wake me
when me cummerbund is ready.

[YAWNING]

Come on, Dale.
Even double-O spies
need sleep.

[SNICKERING]

[SNORING]

What's that?

[RATTLING]

It's comin'
from your workshop,
Gadget.

I'll check it out
with my nightscope.

GADGET: Dale?

Uh, yeah. I mean...

I'm Double-O Dale, super spy.

How are we supposed to sleep

with you goofing around
in Gadget's workshop?

Super spies do
not goof around
but we do get around.

[DALE SCREAMING]

[THUDDING]

MONTEREY: I can see
the get around part, pally,

but how are you
gonna get down?

No problem.

My double-O spy belt buckle
will have us down in a jiffy.

[THUDDING]

Well, that worked.

Kind of rough
on the landing, though.

I guess maybe
there's still
a few bugs to work out.

But isn't this stuff great?

Thank you, Gadget.

I even have
a secret spy camera.
You see?

[CHUCKLING] Maybe it works
a little too well.

But I know these
are gonna work,

my super spy
stink and smoke cufflinks.

Oops!

All clear, Chip.

Thanks, Gadget.

Let's get back
to bed, everyone.

Including all double-O spies.

How about
a little sleep, Dale?

[GROANING] I would probably
mess that up, too.

I'll never be
as good as a double-O spy.

Oh, Dale, you're good
at lots of things.

Yeah.
Like making people laugh
when I mess things up.

Good night, guys.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[SNIFFLING]

If Dale wants to
be a secret agent,
then I'm gonna help him.

Your jet t*nk is
a brilliant invention,
Professor White Bread.

I imagine the bidding
will be quite high

for a t*nk
that responds to thought.

[LAUGHING]

All right, boys.
Get me in there.

FRANCIS: Hey, you twerps.
Quit pushing me.

MOE: It was Louie.
He pushed me.

LOUIE: I did not! Hey!

What would I do
without my little
rodent helpers?

Perfect.

Hard to believe
this can turn thoughts
into orders for the jet t*nk.

Now,
where would they keep it?

[GASPING]

[BEEPING]

You idiots.
That's going to bring
every guard in the place.

I'll handle the soldiers.
You take the microfilm home.

Francis, whose home
are we supposed to
take the film to?

Our home, Moe.
Our home!

Gosh,
why didn't I think of that?

'Cause you don't think,
Louie.

Oh, right.
I forgot.
Thanks, Francis.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Where is everybody?

I suppose we messed up
so bad last night

they didn't even
want us with them.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[GASPING]

Please, help me.

[GULPING]

My cousin Gadget said that
if I ever needed help,

I could count on
the Rescue Rangers.

Right, they'll be back
any minute now.

But there's no time to wait.

This microfilm must
be delivered immediately.

You'll need this map
to find my contact.

You must be careful.

Enemy agents are everywhere.

My contact will know you
by the password,

"Seven shy spies stole
the shyster's secrets."

I know you won't let me down,
super spy.

Good luck.
Remember the password.

Right. "Sheven spy chais
see the stylox egrets."

Got it.

Bonzer job there, Gadget.

Just like
a real femme fatale.

Thanks. Maybe this game
will make Dale feel
like a real spy.

You didn't have
to kiss him.

Golly, isn't that what spies
are supposed to do?

It's all pretend, Chipper.

We did hurt Dale's
feelin's last night,
makin' fun of his spy stuff.

So this little adventure
will make him feel better.

He looked like
he was feeling
pretty good already.

Right, Zipper. Boy, oh, boy,
a secret agent kind of case.

Now's our chance
to be double-O
spies for real.

GADGET: Shh! Here they come.

We'll have to hurry
to b*at him
to the checkpoint.

Knowing Dale,
we'll be lucky if
he finds the place.

This traffic is
gonna k*ll us.

Quick, in the sewers.

Do you mean
there's quick traffic
in the sewers?

FRANCIS: Follow me.

I can't tell
which end of the map is up.

Oops.

FRANCIS: Hey,
who has the microfilm?

There it is.

Zipper, the microfilm.

[SQUEAKING]

Thanks, pal.
We sure wouldn't
wanna lose this.

Let's go.

I can't tell if we're
supposed to rendezvous

with the agent
on hole three or four.

MAN: Fore!

That's what I thought.

Now, don't forget,
we have to be careful.

Enemy agents are everywhere.

Stick 'em up!

[BOTH SCREAMING]

I'm an enemy agent.

Give me that microfilm.

Um... What microfilm?

The microfilm
behind your back.

See? Nothing.

Hand it over, bug.

Oh, Chipper's
really enjoyin' his role.

Maybe too much.

He's supposed to
let Dale outwit him.

[LAUGHING] You double-O spies
are no match for...

Oops!

It worked.

Come on, Zipper,
before he climbs out.

MAN: Fore!

[PANTING]

I think we got away.

[SQUEAKING]

Dirk Suave would
never run away.

We gotta go back.

[SQUEAKING]

We have to meet
a friendly agent
on hole four.

Besides, maybe that enemy spy
is gone by now.

Remember, Zipper,
"Seven spy guys stole the..."

CHIP: I don't care.
That stupid rat nose itches.

You're just sore
'cause Double-O Dale
got the drop on you.

Besides,
the game's nearly over.

Game?

Oh, be a sport, Chip.

Get the microfilm
and make sure

Dale follows you
back to headquarters.

None of it was real.
It was all a fake.

But it was fun.

And it could be even more fun
now that we know it's a game.

BOSS:
This isn't my microfilm.

This is a bunch of
nature photography.

Hey, I know that place.

Me, too.
That's the park.

If you idiots don't
bring me my microfilm,

I will personally demonstrate
my better rattrap.

I want that
microfilm tonight!

Oh. He sure sounded mad.

No sweat.

These guys must've
gotten our film.

If someone's
gonna fry tonight,
it ain't gonna be us.

[LAUGHING] This time I'm
really gonna scare Dale.

Looking for someone,
Mr. Enemy Agent?

Huh? How'd you...

[CLEARING THROAT]
Hand over that microfilm.

You forget that
you're dealing with
Double-O Dale, super spy.

Aren't you afraid
I'm gonna sh**t you?

Not if I sh**t you first.

Smile.

[GRUNTING]

Hey!

[SCREAMING]

Fore!

That does it.
I feel like a drowned rat.

Don't I get credit
for being a good sport?

Well, I'm through
with this stupid spy game.

Besides, I think
Dale figured out...
Huh?

What's going on here?

[GRUNTING]

Let go.
Put me down.

Put a lid on it,
nut breath.

What do you know about this?

What are you doing
with our vacation photos?

Uh, yeah, what are we doing
with their vacation photos?

Quiet, numbskull.

We figure if
we got your film,
then you got ours.

But we gave that film to...
To Dale!

Oh, I knew he'd mess up.

Well, let's just hope
that you know
how to get our film back

so we don't have
to mess you up.

[LAUGHING NERVOUSLY]

[GULPING]

Uh, s-s-sure.

Take these two back
to the boss's place
for insurance.

Right.

Gee,
does the boss sell insurance?

We'd like to investigate
other policy options.

Yeah,
we're disappointed

with the premiums
on our long-term
life annuity.

Just go!
Go! Go! Get out!

This spy game is great.

I wonder what's next.

CHIP: Dale! Zipper!

Looks like it's time
to face the bad guys again.

Boy, am I glad
I found you, Dale.

That's Double-O Dale to you,
Mr. Enemy Agent.

Who's your goofball sidekick?

Don't, Dale.
He's a spy.

-Isn't everyone?
-[SQUEAKING]

That film you have
is real microfilm.

Oh, yeah?

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Well, then you can have it.

Smart, very smart.

Just tell me
the password.

[GROWLING]

Password, smashword.

Just give me that film.

No need to get teed off.

If you want it,
come and get it.

Come back here
with my microfilm.

[LAUGHING NERVOUSLY] He, uh,
he thinks this is all a game.

Well if it is,
you just lost.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Golly,
why'd you bring us
to a farm?

What are you gonna do?

Milk us to death?

No, meathead.
We're gonna put you
out to pasture.

Hit it, boys.

I hate that.

When the boss comes back,
he's gonna want
that microfilm.

Even if we had it,
we wouldn't

turn it over to
enemy agents like you.

Not a wise choice, chipmunk.

But maybe I can make you
see the light.

Press the button, Moe.

[ALL GASPING]

Boy, this game is
getting pretty sloppy.

They didn't even
give us a clue to follow.

It was lucky
you picked up the trail.

[SQUEAKING]

Wowie! This is just like
a real spy's hideout.

That's the guy with the film.

Double-O Dale, super spy,
at your service.

Run, Dale,
or they'll get you, too.

Get him, boys.

Gosh. This almost looks real.

The first rule of
super-spydom, Zipper,
is always be alert.

Oh, we have company.

Smile pretty now.

[SQUEAKING]

Ow!

[GRUNTING]

Attaboy, Zipper.

That's how a super spy
right-hand fly does it.

Guess we taught them
there's no point

to messing with
double-O super spies.

Oh, Mr. Super Spy?

We got your point right here.

The old
needle-in-a-haystack trick.

Hmm. How would Dirk Suave,
super spy,
handle this one?

[SQUEAKING]

Works for me.

[SCREAMING]

Wowie! A light show.

No, no, Zipper,
it might be a laser.

Here,
we'll test it with this.

No, you dummies.
You'll fry the film.

[SQUEAKING]

[SIGHING]

This sap thinks
this is all a game.

Come here, Louie,
and bend down.

Time-out!

Can you help me with
my buddy's costume,
Mr. Double-O Dale?

Surely.
I need a break, too.

He ruined the microfilm.

Here, let me give it a try.

Don't do it, pally.

They're real spies.

[GRUNTING]

Oh, come on, guys.
I know this is
all really a game.

[LAUGHING NERVOUSLY]

And that really was
real microfilm? Huh?

[SQUEAKING]

[GULPING]

That camera of yours
better work

or Moe here might have to do
some sh**ting of his own.

MONTEREY:
I can't stand sittin' here

while those dirty wombats
make Dale help 'em.

But with that thing
on his head,

all Moe has to do is think,
and we'll be
fricasseed Rangers.

If only we could
distract him.

Gadget, do your
secret agent act for Moe,
like you did for Dale.

What?
I couldn't do that.

I don't even know him!

You have to.

It's the only way
to help Dale.

[WHINING] Oh!

[GADGET WHISTLING]

You dummy.
What are you doing?

All right, Zip.
Let's do our double-O duty.

[ALL SCREAMING]

Go on in,
Professor White Bread.

I'm not going to wait
for those idiot rats
to find the film.

I got in once.
I can do it again.

What happened to Dale?

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[ALL GASPING]

DALE: Double-O Dale
strikes again.

Come on up, you guys.
This is great!

This thinking stuff isn't
as hard as I thought, I think.

Uh, this don't look
so good, Francis.

It won't feel
so good, either.

Let's scram
out of here!

Ah! There.

What?

[ALL SCREAMING]

[ENGINE STARTING]

That must be
their spy boss.

Just leave it
to us super spies.

Whoever is in that t*nk
will find I'm not defenseless.

[RANGERS SCREAMING]

That's what those Rangers get
for taking the t*nk
for a spin.

And now we turn up
the heat.

Do something, Dale.

All right,
no more Mr. Nice.

This is fantastic!

And you were
always complainin'
that he was lightheaded.

Agent Double-O Dale,
you're the best spy I know.

Give 'em all you got.

[ALL CHEERING]

That's givin' 'em
the old hotfoot.

Thanks, Monty.

Oops!

This was all your fault.

Chipmunks?

The greatest spy in the world
was beaten by chipmunks?

[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

Well, looks like
that's the end of
this spy adventure.

Yup. All in a day's work.

But how about next time,
let's do something
really exciting?

After all, we are
double-O super spies.