01x21 - Maid of the Myth

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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 onto 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

If Mrs. Beakley wasn't singing,
I wouldn't be here.

Operas are long and boring,
and you cannot understand a word.

Could be worse.
We could have better seats.

Aw, come on.
Grammy says opera is exciting.

Besides, it's for charity.

La la...

Aah!

Aah!

Is this a dream?

No.

Halloween?

Uh, I don't think so.

What's that?

You're... you're not
real Vikings, are you?

We have much plunder, mighty Yoric.

Listen.

Wolves.

Wildcats.

Come!

Well...
Audience participation.

La la, la-la-la-la-la, la la la...

Aah!

Hey, this is exciting.

And romantic.

Don't worry, folks.

I'm sure they'll return
everything after the show.

Hey, my watch!

Wait a minute.
This Viking a* is real!

So are those Viking ships!

Then those Vikings
are either real Vikings,

or incredibly good actors!

Look, there's Grammy!

Quick! After them!

Thank you, Captain.

They were spotted by a fishing boat
off the coast of Greenland.

Launchpad's speedboat
will get us there in no time.

Gee, Greenland isn't very green, is it?

N-n-not a sign of those V-v-vikings.

Launchpad, stop the motor.

Listen.

Why don't you sing, fair Brunhilde?

My name is not Brunhilde,

and I'll never sing another note
until you take me home!

- We are!
- Not your home! My home!

That's them, all right.
Don't get too close, Launchpad.

Full throttle, Launchpad!

Well, fan my feathers!
I've never had such a welcome.

Hail Yoric, mighty leader,
mighty warrior!

Mighty good to be home.

Ah, Griselda, my queen!
Look! Gold!

Jewels, furs, food -
all manner of plunder.

That's very good, Yoric,
but who is that?

Well, uh... ha-ha-ha...
not exactly plunder.

They should have called
this place Greenland.

Why is it so warm?

Must be those hot springs.
They keep the whole island warm.

How are we going
to sneak into the village?

Yeah, we stick out like
a handful of sore thumbs.

There's the answer.

I look great in this sort of get-up.

Too bad helmets and armor
aren't in fashion anymore.

Don't come out, Mr. McDee.
Someone's coming.

Oh, hail, brave, uh, warrior.

Well, howdy-do -
Uh, I mean, uh...

Hail-o, fair and beauteous maiden.

Uh, allow me.

Oh, forgive them.
They misunderstood your noble gesture.

Ah, what is a muddy old piece of mangy fur
compared to your beauty?

You are not a Viking.

Well, what makes you say that?

You have manners, you have tenderness,
you have... no beard.

Oh. I'm, uh, trying to start a trend.

I like it.
Starlight, Starbright, come.

She... she likes me!

And she doesn't even know me.

That's one of the reasons she likes you.

- This isn't going to work!
- Sure, it will, Mr. McDee.

Just try to walk
a little more like a Viking.

This will be a cinch, Mr. McDee.

What ho, mighty buddies.
Uh, sorry we missed the raid.

Maybe next time.
Told you it would work.

D'oh!

I knew this wasn't going to... work.

What shall we do
with these outsiders?

Feed 'em to the sharks?

Ja! Yes!

Feed 'em to the polar bears?

Ja!

Feed 'em and let 'em go?

Well, it was worth a try. He-he.

Bah! Feeding prisoners
to the sharks isn't any fun.

It is for the sharks.

We need something more interesting.

Uh, pardon me, sir.
May I make a suggestion?

"Pardon me"?
Ho-ho! "May I?"

What language is this,
you whimpering dog?

Ah, of course.

Ahem. Are you Vikings,

or trembling lambs who whine through
the whiskers of a goat?

Real Vikings would want a challenge
to decide our fate.

- A challenge?
- Man against man.

Yes, a challenge.

Ah, a chariot race!
Win, and you go free.

Including Mrs. Beakley?

Brunhilde?
Oh... very well.

But we keep the rest of the treasures.

Done!

Now, who among you is man
enough to face the challenge?

This is my department, Mr. McDee.

Ahem. If it's man to man,
I'm your man!

Good!

Hyah!

Wingammo!

This is my man.

Thor, the mightiest Viking of them all!

All hail Thor!

Well... he-he.

It's gonna be a challenge, all right.

You wait here.
I'll bring your rams right out.

Probably special racing rams.

Special racing rams, hm?

Why, these must be the oldest rams
in Valhalla.

Ha-ha. Sorry. Ha-ha!
Only ones available!

Thor won't mind!

Maybe with a little practice,
they'll perk up.

- Come on, Launchpad!
- You can do it!



Not exactly what I had in mind.

What do we do now?

Look, it's the girl from the puddle!

Why, uh, fair maiden,
what brings you here?

Hoping to learn some pointers
on chariot driving, maybe?

I've heard of Thor's trick
and come to help you, noble one.

Ah, you don't have to do that. Ugh!

We'd be grateful for any assistance
you can give us.

With my rams, you will be
the match of Thor.

Great! Let's get to practicing,
Launchpad, my boy!

It takes special commands
to race Viking rams.

We will see how good
a student you are.

No problemo, little lady.

Giddyap!

What other commands do they know?

Now try the left-turn command,
Launchpad!

Woweena!

Good. Now right turn.

Waalooga!

Oh, I hope he remembers
which command is which.

One mistake, and Thor will win.

More, songbird of Odin, more!

More! More!

Ah, very well.
Just one more encore.

Just a sprinkle of this powder
in your next drink of water,

songbird of Odin,
and your voice becomes weaker

than that of a tiny mouse!

Wingammo, toothgnashers!

Is all in readiness, Ragnoth?

Yes, mighty Thor.

Snagnar will wait
until you cross the bridge,

and then when the outsider
is just starting across,

chop, sproing, crash, eeyah!

Splat! He-he-he!

He's mutton stew.
Ah-ha, ah-ha!

Good! I may be
the mightiest warrior of all,

but why take chances?

- Left turn.
- Woweena.

- Right turn.
- Waalooga.

- Faster.
- Hyah!

- Stop.
- Good idea! Phew!

I could use a drink of water.

Ah, we're as ready as we'll ever be.

I'll get you some water.

Those don't look like
the rams we gave him.

Don't worry, mighty Thor.
Once he reaches the bridge,

Snagnar will arrange
the chop, sproing, crash, eeyah!

Well, you know the rest.

Stay, my pretty one.

This will quiet Yoric's songbird.

She'll squeak like a mouse for days.

Now, how to get her to drink it?

Queen Griselda, I need a glass of water.

- Uh, ja! Uh, here.
- Why, thank you.

- You're certain there's treachery afoot?
- Ja, at the bridge.

We'd better look into it.
Take me there.

Here you are, Launchpad.

Thanks, Mrs. Beakley.

Think you'll remember
all the commands, Launchpad?

Ahh! Ha-ha-ha!
No sweat, Webby.

I'll win that race for your grandma,
or my name isn't...

Launchpad... Launchpad.

I've lost my voice.

What's he trying to say?

He's lost his voice!

Oh, no! How will he command the rams?

We must do something!

What is keeping this challenger from
the outer world? Thor awaits!

Be careful, Grammy.

Good luck, Mrs. Beakley.

Um, thank you, children.

Hurry! We must get there
before the chariots do!

You must be the first to the bridge.

Hyah!

Waa, waa!

Waalooga!

Well, Vikings have the worst manners!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah, Starlight!

Hyah, Starbright!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Launchpad is way behind!

Look!

Oh, no! Come on!

Not so fast, you cheatin' barbarian!

Ugh! Hey, let go, you big...
Yeow!

Poor Mrs. Beakley.

Mrs. Beakley?

What to do, what to do?

Heh-heh! Let them know
Thor is going to win!

Well, if the sound
of a horn can do that,

what would a "C" above high "C" do?

Hm...

Run!

Hyah, bright ones! Hyah!

Come with us, Swanwhite.

No, beardless one.
Valhalla is my home.

Besides, Erik wouldn't like it.

- Erik the Red?
- No, Erik my boyfriend.

Ah! Hi, Erik!

Then it's agreed.
You'll trade in peace with the outside world.

Yes, agreed.

Doesn't sound like much fun.

We must learn to live in harmony
with the outsiders.

Goodbye, goodbye.

So long!

Goodbye! Goodbye!

Well, Mrs. Beakley,

I cannot say that opera
of yours wasn't exciting.

Why, thank you, Mr. McDuck,

but you only got to hear
a little bit of it.

There'll be plenty of time for me to sing
the rest of it to you

on our way home. Ahem.

La la la, La la la la la

La la la la la, la la la la...