01x31 - Bermuda Triangle Tangle

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Life is like a hurricane

Here in Duckburg

Racecars, lasers, aeroplanes

It's a duck blur

You might solve a mystery

Or rewrite history

- DuckTales
- Ooh, ooh, ooh

Every day they're out there
making DuckTales

Ooh, 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, ooh

Every day they're out there
making DuckTales

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Tales of derring-do,
bad and good luck tales

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Not ponytails or cottontails

- No, DuckTales
- Ooh, ooh, ooh

I love to count money, I do, I do

I love to count money,
it's true, it's true

Mm, I love money!
Ooh, how I love money!

Let me count the ways.

Fives, tens, 20s.

Are you ready to go,
Uncle Scrooge?

I certainly am, boys.

Just let me finish up.

Not bad for a half-day's work.

I guess I can afford
to take the afternoon off.

- Yippee!
- Hey, look out, fish!

All right!

Sir, I'm afraid I have some bad news.

The Queen of the South
has been reported missing.

The Queen of the South?

- She's one of your cargo ships, sir.
- What?!

Left port two days ago carrying


Chunky style?
Any sign of the crew?

Uh, the whole ship vanished, sir,
just like the others.

You mean...

Yes, sir. In the...

...Bermuda Triangle.

The Bermuda Triangle?

Gosh, the scariest triangle in the world.

This is an outrage!
This is deplorable!

This is unacceptable!
This... this...

This is the third time in two years.

Yes, and it's time I took charge
of the matter personally!

So much for going fishing.

Get my flagship ready for sea immediately!

You mean you're going to
the Bermuda Triangle, Uncle Scrooge?

Absolutely.

That mystery stuff is just an old sea story.

But ships disappear there
all the time, don't they?

And hundreds more pass through
the Bermuda Triangle daily.

It's a heavily traveled area.
It's as safe as...

my safe.

Good, then you can take us with you
so we can go fishing.

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Uh, fishing? Fishing!

Yes, of course. Why not?

We'll leave on the morning tide.

Welcome aboard, Mr. McDucky!

That's McDuck.
Who are you?

I'm Captain Foghorn at your service.

Where's my regular flagship captain?

Goodness me, I thought
this was your regular flagship.

Where is the captain who regularly
captains my flagship, Captain?

Oh! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Silly me!

He's on vacation.
I was sent over by Temp Cap.

- Temp Cap?
- Temporary Captain Service.

We have a special this week.
Seven seas for the price of six.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
That's a good one!

Very well,
Captain Foghorn. Cast off.

Oh, boy! Let's get our fishing poles!

We're going too fast.

Yeah! We can't catch fish
if they can't catch us!

My bait has been water-skiing
ever since we left.

Captain Foghorn, I want you
to plot the straightest, fastest course

into the dead center
of the Bermuda Triangle.

Grr! I wish you wouldn't
use the word "dead"

when you talk about where we're heading,
Mr. McDuck! That's scary.

Oh? Well, I'm the boss,

and I've also been known
to use the words "You're fired,"

"You'll never work again,"
and "Arrest that man,"

so get me to the Bermuda Triangle.

Look! A school of dolphins!

They look afraid. Really afraid!

Yeah, I've seen the same expressions
in a can of sardines.

Gee, what could have
scared them like that?

We've just crossed into
the Bermuda Triangle, Captain Foghorn.

We'd better turn back.
We don't have a chance.

Nonsense! It's just a little storm.

Uh, does anyone know
how to spell "SOS"?

Looks like
we're heading into a storm!

The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook says

you can tell how many
miles away a storm is

by counting the seconds between
the lightning and the thunder.

Great. Let's try it.
I'll do the counting. One...

This is the worst storm I've ever seen
in all my years at sea.

How many years have you been at sea,
Captain Foghorn?


running the boat ride at Kiddieland.

The kids!

Ah, yes, the kids!

They used to call me Captain Toot-Toot.

I'll take the wheel, Mr. Sparks!

Are you boys OK?

We were a little worried, Uncle Scrooge.

Just hold tight to the rail
and keep moving.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Hold on, Uncle Scrooge!

Don't let go, Uncle Scrooge!

Come on, pull!

Ooh!

- Are you all right, Uncle Scrooge?
- I'm all right.

It's that loony Captain Foghorn
I'm worried about. Come on, boys.

Whoa-oa-oa, ahh!

Whoa-oa-oa-oa. Uhh!

Sorry, Captain Foghorn.
I'll have to take over as captain.

Ah, come on!
I want to flip for it!

I'm afraid you already have.

I'm in command now.

Gee, you're doing
a great job, Uncle Scrooge.

Everything's so still.

Wow, look at that fog!

- It's getting thicker.
- I can't see the water.

I can't even see the end of my beak.

Argh!

Uh, has anybody seen my whistle?

We seem to have run aground.

I'm afraid we're in big trouble, boys.

Good thing you're in charge,
Uncle Scrooge.

All right, engine room,
try it again! Reverse all engines.

It's no good, Mr. McDuck.

Must be seaweed wrapped
around the propeller shaft.

Very well, Mr. Sparks. Stand by.

Ah, I've never seen anything like it.

Reminds me of
the worst dream I ever had.

- Louie in Spinachland?
- You got it.

The fog is blocking out the sun.

Boys, maybe we should take a closer look.

Hmm, seems almost
firm enough to walk on.

It's all right. Come on.

It's like walking on mint jelly.

Seems to be getting firmer.

Yes, yes. Very solid.

My, my, what a dismal place.

No wonder those dolphins
we saw were trying to get away.

Aye, nothing could live here.

At least not for very long.

Do you smell what I smell?

Faint... but familiar.

Peanut butter!
Chunky peanut butter!

The Queen of the South!
Come on, boys!

Ooh! Drat this horrid place!

These were my favorite spats.

There she is!

Ugh! She's a total loss!

But not from the wreck.

Someone cut open the hull
to get at her cargo.

Why me? Why couldn't it
have happened to... to the Love Boat?

Gee, she's only been here a few days,

but look how much
the seaweed has grown.

Aye, and no sign of the crew.
Let's keep going, boys.

Some of these wrecks
have been here hundreds of years.

Gee. I wonder what happened
to all the people.

Got any more questions, Louie?

Yeah. Is it possible
to make friends with zombies?

Zombies? Zombies?
Ha ha ha ha!

He thinks we're zombies.
Ha ha ha ha.

It'll all be explained, newcomers.

Come, we'll take you to Captain Bounty.

Unwelcome, newcomers, unwelcome.

I'm Captain Bounty.

I'm the ruler around here -

the main bossman, top dog, big cheese.

Numero uno, that's me.

Join our people, or you'll walk the plankton!

Just a little joke we have
when we unwelcome newcomers.

Why do you keep saying "unwelcome"?

Are you kidding? You're as unwelcome as
the Seaweed Monster on his way to dinner.

The last thing I need
is more people to keep track of.

Who do you think I am, Santa Claus?

I seem to be meeting a lot of
loony sea captains lately.

As you can see, we're hopelessly lost
on a horrible seaweed island,

drifting back and forth in the Bermuda
triangle with no hope of rescue.

But we still appreciate a good joke.

It's the only thing
that keeps up our spirits.

Come. While you're leading us to your
ship, I'll give you the standard tour.

Everyone has a job here.

I know, because I tell everyone what to do.

Look there.

Water gatherers.
We collect rain for drinking water.

Fortunately, it rains here all the time.

That explains your warped sense of humor.

Most of our food is made from seaweed.

Seaweed pancakes, seaweed pudding,

and of course, everybody's favorite,

the tasty sea dog.

A seaweed weenie in a seaweed bun.

We would have
called it a hot dog...

...but it's cold.

Why don't you just
leave this dismal place?

Can't. Every ship that comes near us
gets hopelessly stuck.

The best we can do is... stick together!

Maybe what you need
is a new head man around here.

Someone enterprising, like me.

With a new approach,
plans for escape, better jokes.

Hold it right there, buddy.
I'm the only leader around here.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!

You'll follow my orders
just like everybody else.

Captain Bounty
will show you how to survive.

Isn't that right, my people?

Put them to work in the seaweed fields.

Then find their ship
and divide their supplies equally.

Oh...

Oh, my aching back.
This place is horrible.

To think this stuff
is gonna be made into food. Yuck!

What's that?

I sure hope it isn't the dinner bell.

It's midday, and all's
as well as can be expected.

Speak quietly.
I must be brief.

- Who are you?
- I'm Captain Slattery.

Not another captain.

I work for you, Mr. McDuck.
I was on the first ship you lost.

- Of course, Slattery! And your crew?
- They have us working all over the island.

When we heard you had arrived,
it sure picked up our spirits.

We all want to get out
of here, but Captain Bounty...

Aye. He won't listen to reason,
and his people outnumber us.

Most of them want to leave, too. They're
just afraid to stand up to Captain Bounty.

But now that you're here...

Aye, aye, it's up to me to take charge.
Gather everyone who's with us.

The boys and myself will return
to my flagship and get more help.

Will do, Mr. McDuck.

So, Captain Bounty
thinks he can buy loyalty

with seaweed hot dogs and corny jokes.

Ha ha ha ha!
Well, the joke's on him!

Ow!

I'm going to get all of us
off this miserable island,

and nothing's going to stand in my way.

Run, boys!

The Seaweed Monster!
Run to the old galleon!

The old galleon, Mr. McDuck!

We'll never catch up with him!

Aye. Harpsichord music is the only thing
that seems to soothe the savage beast.

You're a man of many talents,
Captain Bounty.

Aye, Captain Bounty looks after his people,
even the ones he doesn't like very much.

Aye, you saved my life.

That's why it's not easy for me to say this.

I'm taking over as leader around here.

Haven't learned your lesson, eh?

I'm gonna open your eyes... the hard way.

It's you who needs
to open his eyes!

What do you mean?

You've forced your people to survive
by taking away their hope!

Hope? What hope?

That escape is possible.

He's right.

Aah! Oof!

What is the meaning of this?

I've shown you how to survive,
how to work together.

We're grateful more than we can say,

but we want to at least try to get home.

Is-is that how you all feel?

I had no idea!

You win.

Pull that line over here, mate.
That's right. Let's get going.

Uncle Scrooge,
we found some diving masks.

Good, good. Now we can cut away
the seaweed from around the propeller.

It'll never work. Never!

If this works, we're going to be
packed with passengers.

Oh, goody! Ha ha ha!

It'll be just like the
boat ride at Kiddieland!

Oh!

Come on, go to sleep,
you great ugly beast.

Phew!

Well, you did it, Mr. McDuck.

Aye, but it was you that helped them
survive long enough to make their escape.

Uh-oh! Look, Uncle Scrooge!

We didn't get all the seaweed cut away!

Ha ha ha ha. Don't worry.

That wee patch won't give us any trouble.

It's coming after you again, Uncle Scrooge!

Don't I know it!

It's got me!

Aah!

I'm sorry! Nobody plays
the harpsichord anymore.

All right, mateys,
just like I showed you.

Whoa!

Hey, he's running back
under the seaweed!

The thing seems to be in pain.

Aye, he's never seen the sun.

His world is back in the Bermuda Triangle.

I think my world is back there, too.

One at a time, please.
One at a time.

Can't say I agree with you, Captain Bounty,

but then again, I never did.

Well, Scrooge, I'd rather be
a big fish in a little pond

than a little fish in a big fish market.

Besides, my old buddy here
needs a ride home.

You're a compassionate man,
Captain Bounty.

You saved my life,

and there'll always be other lives
to save on that seaweed island.

Aye, that's where I'm needed.

Thanks for the boat.

I'll get it stuck in that seaweed real good!

- So long, Captain!
- Goodbye, Captain Bounty!

Good luck!