01x37 - A Whale of a Bad Time

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Life is like a hurricane

Here in Duckburg

Race cars, 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

So in today's news, unconfirmed
reports of a giant sea monster

sighted near the Marinara Trench.

- This is the third sighting of the myster...
- Wow!

I thought sea monsters were
only fish stories.

Yeah, like the Loch Ness monster
and straight-A report cards.

Listen, he's talking about Uncle Scrooge.

... entire three cubic-acres of
cash overseas.

With the Macaroon Money Match
only a week away,

everyone is wondering
who's the richest -

Scrooge McDuck or Flintheart Glomgold?

Uncle Scrooge will b*at
that hotheaded old penny-pincher!

Don't say "hot."

The air-conditioner's busted
and there's not an ice cube in the house.

I know! Let's go over to Uncle Scrooge's
new ice cream factory.

Maybe we can mooch a free sample.

Scrooge's 131 Flavors Ice Cream.

Boy, Uncle Scrooge sure put up
this factory fast.

Maybe he's trying to make
a few extra bucks before the contest.

You kids, scram!

- But we're Huey!
- Dewey!

And Louie! Uncle Scrooge's nephews.

I don't care if you're
Frosty the Snowman's sister,

Mr. McDuck left explicit instructions
for nobody to be let in.

And that means you nobodies, too.

- What a grouch!
- Ah, forget him.

Let's flag down an ice cream truck.

Yoo-hoo! Ice cream man! Hey, stop!

What a rude dude!

Here comes another one!

Hey, there! Wait!
Are you blind?!

Something fishy is going on here.

Let's tell Uncle Scrooge!

It's dinnertime, can we eat yet?

Now, Webbigail, we should
wait a few more minutes.

- It's bad manners to...
- Mrs. Beakley!

- Where... Where's Uncle Scrooge?
- We gotta find him!

He's at the airport loading his money
and won't be back till tomorrow morning.

- We need to talk to him right away!
- Freeze!

Mr. McDuck left strict instructions
not to be disturbed. Now sit down!

- Aw, sh**t!
- Now can we eat?

Ice cream trucks?!

What are they doing out at
this time of night?

Not pushing tooty fruity, that's for sure.

Those drivers are up to no good
or I'm a three-toed eggplant.

We gotta check this out for Uncle Scrooge.

Easy as Eskimo Pie!

It sure is warm in here for
an ice cream truck.

Let's check out these freezers.

Whoa!

- That's not pistachio-bubble-gum-fudge!
- Nope - just plenty of cold, hard cash!

Cash?! These guys are stealing
Uncle Scrooge's money!

- What'll we do?
- Let's see where they're taking it.

Hey, we're down at the docks!

And the trucks are automatically
loading the money onto that ship.

Look, that man working
the controls must be the ringleader!

Let's see what he has to say for himself.

Help yourself to this, sticky fingers!

Ugh!

OK, buster, now you're gonna
answer a few questions.

Uncle Scrooge!

- Boys!
- What are you doing here?

You men you're stealing
your own money?

Shush, boys.
Keep very, very quiet.

That Flintheart Glomgold has
spies everywhere.

I don't trust that old piker
any farther than I can kick him!

I get it, this is all a trick!

The fake ice cream factory,
the remote-control trucks...

You're moving your cash by ship,
not airplane.

That's right,
in two boatloads of ice cream.

That's really slick, Uncle Scrooge.
Nobody will ever know.

I know. That's why I am
the richest duck in the world.

- Please pass the syrup, Webby, darling.
- Yes, Uncle Scrooge.

- Not until everyone is ready, Webby, dear.
- But...

Uncle Scrooge,
Mr. Wimpleman is here to see ya!

My accountant? Show him in.

- Top of the morning to you, Mr. McDuck.
- What is it, Wimpleman?

- I have good news and bad news, sir.
- What's the bad news?

Some goods from one of
your factories got lost.

What? Then what's the good news, man?

- It was only a boatload of ice cream.
- Ice cream sank?

- A sea monster was sighted in the...
- A sea monster ate my ice cream?

A sea monster ate my ice cream!
No!

A sea monster ate my ice cream!

A sea monster ate my ice cream!

A sea monster... ate my ice cream!

A sea monster ate my ice cream!

Ooh! That must have been
some ice cream!

No, you don't understand!
This wasn't ice cream,

this was half his fortune!

A sea monster ate my ice cream!

Now I'll never get to eat.

A sea monster ate my ice cream!

- Stop him! Grab him, quick!
- Hold him down!

It's all right now, boys.
I got it out of my system.

There's not a second to lose!
We're leaving to salvage my fortune!

The ship should be right below us.

- Be careful down there.
- Watch out for the sea monster!

Nonsense, Webby, there is
no such thing as sea monsters.

Come on, boys.

I don't see any sailboat ships around.
My money must be safe.

- What's going on here?
- Halt!

But I'm Scrooge McDuck,
and I own this ship.

Sorry, sir. This ship is
officially quarantined by the Navy.

That's my ship,
and I am going down there.

I have orders to sh**t anyone
who gets too close, sir.

Why you mop-hugging,
barnacle-brained jarhead!

- I'll tear off your...
- Don't, Uncle Scrooge!

There are less painful ways of
getting your money back.

See, Uncle Scrooge! This is how
Junior Woodchucks walk underwater.

Whoa! It looks like someone bit
a hole in the side of the ship.

Preposterous! Let's check on my money.

- It's empty!
- My gold! The Navy stole my gold!

Freeze!

Hey, isn't this
Uncle Donald's ship?

Yeah, you're right!
Maybe we'll get to say hi!

Admiral Grimitz will see you now.

Where's my cash, you pilfering piranha?

You're squawking up the wrong tree,
McDuck. I don't have it.

- Then who does?
- I'm sorry, McDuck.

- That's a matter of national security.
- Look, you deck ape, I'll call the president!

And you'll be doing K.P. Until you're 83.

I know how you feel, sir,
but threats won't do any good.

Listen up, when I set sail with
the rest of my fortune -

you just stay out of my way.
Come on, boys.

Lieutenant, bring in
Seaman Donald Duck.

Yes, sir.

Unfortunately, he's
the only man for the job.

Come in, Donald. Come in.

Aye-aye, sir.

Heh-heh-heh. Don't worry, Donald.
Happens all the time.

As you know, your uncle's ship was sunk.

We think it was done by
our new top-secret super sub.

A super sub? Wow!

It was stolen by the sub's inventor,
Dr. Horatio Bluebottle.

- How can I help?
- Simple.

Keep you uncle out of our hair.
Don't let him out of your sight.

- Can you do that?
- Yes, sir!

- I'll let you know everything that happens.
- I know you will, Donald.

I know you will.

Very well, sailor.
You may join your uncle and nephews.

Oh, boy! Kids!

Donald, I'm really glad
you got permission to come along

and guard my second money shipment.

Sure! The admiral and I are buddies.

The admiral, eh! That lunkhead's
covering up something, I'll bet.

Is Uncle Donald gonna be
all right, Mrs. Beakley?

Well, Huey, we'll keep an eye on the
freighter and make sure nothing happens.

Do you think I'll get a good picture of
the sea monster from here?

Don't be ridiculous, Webby.
There's no such thing as a... Oh!

See! I was right! I was right!

That's no monster, that's a k*ller whale!

- A giant k*ller whale!
- And it's hungry!

Holy Jonah!
There is a sea monster! Whoa!

We gotta save them! Uncle Scrooge
and Uncle Donald may still be alive!

But how? They were in the hull!

There's the answer!
The Navy to the rescue!

We're alive! We're alive!

My own money! It is my own money!
Both boatloads!

Hey, this is not sea beast!
It's a machine!

- This must be the Navy's stolen sub.
- The Navy's stolen sub?

Ah! Well, you see, there was
this inventor named Bluebottle...

...who designed a Navy super sub
in the shape of a giant whale.

- But why a whale?
- To out-maneuver anything in the water.

The SS Moby - so fast,
nothing can catch it.

But Uncle Donald's in its belly!

Can't you track him with sonar?

Sonic shielding. Invisible to sonar.

- How about torpedoes?
- It can dodge 'em.

Then we'll never find Uncle Scrooge.

Oh, yes, we will.
I put a homing device on Donald.

Great! Now we'll hunt that tin fishy!

Wow! A fortress!

There's enough stuff here to sink a fleet!
Make that a whole fleet of fleets!

- Look!
- That must be the control room.

We've got to stop
this madman at whatever cost.

Shh!

It worked like a charm, Mr. Glomgold.

Moby made mincemeat of
Scrooge's ships.

Terrific, Dr. Bluebottle.

Now just stay down there with the money
until I win this cash contest with Scrooge.

Flintheart's behind this.
That swindling swamp duck.

The minute I win, I'll see to it
that you win the No-bill Prize.

Yes! The highest honor
a scientist can receive!

And I've missed it ten straight years

because I'm always working on
top-secret Navy projects.

But I'll fix it so that you win this year.

Yes! First Einstein, then Fermi
and now Bluebottle!

Right. Then the cover of "Time Magazine,"
"Newsweek," "Scientific American."

- Popular Mechanics.
- And remember, you owe it all to me!

Bye!

Red alert! Red alert!

The Navy! How did they find me?

Computer, magnify the bridge
and give me a snooper sound!

Yes, sir.

We'll try our best to stun
the sub with depth charges.

Then maybe Bluebottle will surrender.

- But what about Uncle Scrooge?
- And Uncle Donald?

Let's hope Dr. Bluebottle
hasn't found them.

Scrooge is onboard?
Computer, find him.

Video search in progress.

There they are!

- Scrooge McDuck!
- And Donald Duck!

I'm out of here!

Two can play at that game!

No!

Sorry!

Maybe you need to cool off a little.

Enough is enough!

Knock it off, or I'll kaboom!

Ha-ha-ha! You think that's
the self-destruct lever?

- I'll use it!
- Attaboy, Donald!

Go right ahead, my hotheaded friend.
You'll simply dump all of McDuck's gold

into the deepest trench in the ocean.

My money!
Get away from that, you plankhead!

Heh-heh-heh! Let's see if we can
keep you wrapped up for a while.

Why, you lowdown...

- Dangerous noise levels.
- I agree!

And now the game is over, gentlemen.

I am going to fire you out of
the torpedo tubes.

Say hello to Charlie Tuna for me.

Navy depth charges?
How did they find me?

OK.

Which one of you brought
the homing device?

Not me!

What's all this, then?

Well, it won't do you any good.

- Oh, no!
- What happened?

The homing device - it stopped!

- You mean we're sitting ducks?
- Ripe for the plucking.

I think it's time
I destroyed those destroyers.

Let's play leapfrog.

Whoa! They soaked all our jets.
All destroyers, att*ck!

Aye-aye, sir.

Holy Navràtilovà!
Look at that backhand!

Who said scientists don't have
a sense of humor?

- When I get my hands on...
- Shh!

We've got to stop this sub.
It's too maneuverable.

Do you know where
the steering mechanism is?

Under us.

Look! He's causing a whirlpool!

Whoa! Whoa!

Ha-ha-ha! They won't take
Bluebottle for granted ever again.

Look, the steering mechanism.

- Smash it, quick!
- With what?

- Use your head, lad!
- OK.

That's how he exercises his mind.

He's too agile for us,
but maybe we can get in a lucky sh*t.

- Destroyer III, fire depth charges.
- Aye-aye, sir.

Depth charges?! Ha!
I dance around the depth charges!

Nobill Prize here I come!

Malfunction.
Steering mechanism is damaged.

What? It can't be!
She won't respond!

No!

We did it! We did it!

Hold your hat, lad.
There's fireworks a-comin'!

We got 'em! Yeah!

Sorry, ma'am,
we had to stop that sub.

- Think of your friends as heroes.
- Maybe they're still alive!

Even if they are, son,
there's no way we can save them.

They've sunk into the Marinara Trench.

- We're going down!
- What goes down, must come up! Right?

No, lad.
I'm afraid it's the other way around.

Minor oil loss,
no major damage.

Great! Once I fix the steering,
we'll be underway!

Let's get him! Aah!

Stop! You att*ck me,
and we'll never get out of the trench.

- Why not?
- Ha! A normal sub can't dive this deep.

- It'd be crushed like an eggshell.
- You mean we're stuck down here?

Without me, this boat don't float.

Dream on, little cowboy.

Oh, no!
Not the eject lever!

Going up?

Look!

Well, I'll be!
They're back. Open fire!

- Yes, sir.
- Wait! Uncle Scrooge's top hat!

Hold your fire.

Yay!

Hooray!

Seaman Donald, I want to
congratulate you on an act of heroism.

- You'll receive the silver tar for this.
- Aw, it was nothing!

Bluebottle is captured,
and the Navy has its sub back.

Yeah, but Uncle Scrooge's fortune is gone!

Not gone, lassie, just temporarily
stored for safekeeping.

But how will you reach it?

Gyro Gearloose will think of
something before the deadline.

Besides, at least I know it's out of
Flinheart's reach.

Yes, it looks like Flintheart's
evil plot has gone belly-up.