01x55 - Dime Enough for Luck

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- Life is like a hurricane

- Here in Duckburg

- Race cars, lasers, airplanes

- it's a duck-blur

- Might solve a mystery

- Or rewrite history

- DuckTales
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- Every day they're out there making

- DuckTales
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- 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
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- Every day they're out there making

- DuckTales
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- Tales of derring-do
Bad and good luck tales

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Not pony tales or cotton tales, no

- DuckTales
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- 'Morning, Uncle Scrooge.
- So there you are, Gladstone.

Right on time.
I like punctuality.

And a free newspaper.

Thanks.

Still a cheapskate, I see.

Bite your tongue, lad.

I'm simply thrifty.

A quality you could work on a wee bit.

I don't need thrift.
I've got luck.

Money will get you through times
of no luck, my boy.

Better than luck will get you
through times of no money.

But I've never had any times of no luck.

I'm always lucky.

Whoa!

Did you say "always lucky"?

Yech!

Yep. Always lucky.

Otherwise, how do you explain why
I just found a dollar bill?

I still don't understand, Gladstone.

Why on earth would you treat the richest
man in the world to breakfast?

It's simple, Unc.

To sell you this gold money clip
that I won in a raffle.

- I need to pay my rent.
- Pay your rent?

You mean you have no money?

Not a lead cent.

What are you going to use
to pay for breakfast?

- Luck.
- Oh, Gladstone, I'll pay.

I cannot let you
embarrass yourself like this.

That is customer

number 999,999.

And you, sir,
are our one millionth customer!

Thanks.

Your prize is a year's free meals
at our restaurant

for yourself and a friend.

I don't believe it.

You see, Uncle Scrooge?
I live on my luck.

I never worry about money.

Well, some of us do.

Come on. You're worried about money?

That witch, Magica De Spell is in town,

and I just know she's thinking of ways
to break into my money vault.

What was that?

Someone must have accidentally dropped
this silver dollar in the pot.

I do wish you'd cut that out.
I don't believe in luck.

Oh, yeah? Then how do you explain
your number-one dime?

Uh... Well, I suppose it's possible.

From the moment I earned it,
my fortune has skyrocketed.

Now that's
a lucky charm I'd love to see.

So would that witch Magica.

That's why I've just installed a set
of intricate traps in the money bin.

Traps! That ruins everything.

I'll tell you what, Uncle.

I'll trade you the money clip
for a peek at the dime.

- Deal?
- Deal.

But you'll have to promise
not to tell anyone about my new traps.

Hey, no problem.

No problem, indeed, Mr. Lucky.

You have solved my problems at last.

So, Scroogey.

You have filled your money bin
with clever traps

to keep out Magica De Spell?

Well, that lucky friend of yours
will soon betray you.

Then I will have your number-one dime.

With my magic, I will turn it
into a charm of great strength.

And then all the power and wealth
in the world will be mine!

Mine! Mine!

Not bad for first thing in morning.

That dime must be the most
powerful good-luck charm in the world.

Don't exaggerate, Gladstone.
Stop right there.

Step where I step.

Why? What is this, hopscotch?

More or less.

Because if you step on the wrong spot...

...the game's over.

Holy horseshoes.
So that's what they mean by inflation.

And if a thief somehow managed
to make it this far,

he'd still have to get through
these light beams.

Oh! Beam me up, Scotty!

And if anyone maneuvered through that,

they'd still have to deal with this.

I don't think you have anything
to worry about.

No one could get through all this.

Don't be too sure, Gladstone.

Magica is a tricky old witch.

And she has more powers
than you might suspect.

Even if someone was lucky
enough to get through those traps,

- they wouldn't know the combination.
- No.

I'm the only one who knows that.

Is that the number-one dime?

Aye. There she glows.

So your fortune
is based on a lucky charm after all.

Nonsense.

It was blood, sweat and tears
that earned me my cash.

Sounds soggy to me.

I'll keep trusting in my good old luck.
Thanks for the peek.

He'll never learn.

What a lucky day.

I won three contests, a vacation
to Ducko de Janeiro and a new wardrobe.

Wonder what's gonna
happen before bedtime.

More good luck, I'll bet.

Hello.

- Mr. Gladstone Gander?
- Yes.

This is
the Duckburg Broadcasting Company,

and you've won a chance
to be on the million-dollar game show,

Truth or Crunch-equences.

Of course I have.

Why don't you come down and see
our talent coordinator for an interview?

You could be on the show tonight.

Hold onto your rabbits' feet.
I'll be right over.

Fine. We're at
the Duckburg Palace Hotel, suite 412.

- And don't forget to bring your luck.
- I don't leave home without it.

That goose is in for
the night of his life.

This is terrific.
A million-dollar game.

Now Scrooge will see how lucky I am.

- Luck be a lady tonight

- Hello?
- Come in.

I mean...

Come in, sweetie.

Are you the talent coordinator?

Bingo.

And you're Gladstone Gander.

If you'll just come over here
and sign these forms,

we'll get you ready
to break into Scrooge's money bin

- and steal his number-one dime.
- What?

Magic powers take this knave.

Make the goose my willing sl*ve.

Duh...

That is better.

It hurts throat to talk like that.

Now then, little goose,
you are in my power.

And I am going to use your good luck

to get me past Scrooge's nasty traps.

Nasty traps.

Good.

Follow me.

Here it is, Scrooge's money bin.

Now then, darling,
you hear what I tell you you hear.

You see what I tell you you see.

- You see?
- Yes. Whatever you say.

Fine. And what I say is that you
are on game show right now!

Truth or Crunch-equences.

Now, listen, pumpkin.

See doorway?

On other side is maze
that leads to door number one.

Open Jiminy!

I'm on TV.

Now look.

See, is host of our show,

Bill Barker.

Hello and hi.

And me, I am Bill's lovely assistant,

Vanna Black.

Now at the far end of the maze
is the grand prize.

And it's yours if you can get to it.

Sure, I can get to it.

Luckiest goose in the world.

All right, Gladstone Gander,

come on down.

b*at that maze!
b*at that maze!

b*at that maze! b*at that maze!

Sorry, Mr. Barker.
I didn't see you there.

b*at that maze.
b*at that maze.

b*at that maze! b*at that maze!

Thank you. Thank you.

Isn't he great, folks?

Very good, Mr. Gander.
Now on to the next trap... maze.

This, I think I can help him.

The disco limbo competition.

I can do this.

Luckiest goose in the world.

Press the red button, honey.

That's phase two he's completed, folks.

Now on to phase three, Mr. Gander.

For luck.

Now what?

Well, Mr. Gander,

you've made it to door number one.

Let's see if your luck holds out now
as you spin to win.

Spin... to... win!

I did it. Door number one is open!

Oh, my prize.
I won! I won!

Powers of magic, ancient laws,

leave this goose the way he was.

- Thank you, darling.
- What?

Wha... Where am I?

You just stole Scrooge's number-one dime
for me, silly goose.

You're Magica De Spell!

- No!
- Yes.

And because you have used
your good luck for a wicked purpose,

your luck is now and forever cursed.

So bad luck, old chump.

Bad luck?

No. No!

No!

I couldn't have lost my luck.
No. I refuse to believe it.

Some money. I still got the touch.

Give that back to me, you thief!

Help! Police!

Nice doggy. Sit. Sit.

I don't believe it.

I've lost my luck.

No food. There's no money.

I'll have to get a job
like normal people!

Breakfast!

I want my free meal.

Oh, it is you.

Sorry, but there was a clerical error.

The winner was really
the gentleman before you.

Uncle Scrooge?

No! It's not fair.
I'm the lucky one!

I won the food.

And stay out!

I gotta get my luck back somehow.

Maybe if I went to Uncle Scrooge
and told him what happened.

I don't know
what's the matter.

Everything seems to be going wrong.

- Hello!
- Mr. McDuck?

This is your copper mine in Argentina.

What's your problem?

If you want to stay in business,
we're going to need scuba gear.

Oh, come on now, lad.
It cannot be that bad.

Send those people some water wings.

McDuck here. What's your problem?

A freak accident, sir.

One of your grain ships has dumped
oats all over Lake Michigander.

Well, see if the locals like oatmeal.

Look, sir.
The bottom's falling out of the market.

I don't believe this.

Where did all these problems come from?

I think I know.

Gladstone, my boy.
What's happened to you?

You're not gonna like this.

Come, lad, tell me all about it.

I won't get upset.

OK.

My dime's gone?

No wonder my business has gone to pot.

That miserable, rotten,
low-down sorceress has got my dime!

How do you think I feel?

She's got my luck.

And the only way
you're gonna get that back, bucko,

is to recover the dime you took from me.

That's right.

Then you'll get your luck back too.

Come on.

We almost there,
Uncle Scroo...? Whoa!

Ow! Get off me.

Gladstone, if you're really cursed,
go stand somewhere else!

Do you think she knows
we're here, Uncle Scrooge?

She knows, all right, my lad.
But it won't do her any good.

So you have come at last,
Scrooge McDuck.

And you brought a bad-luck charm too.

This should be good for a cackle.

Well, well, a very rich duck
and a goose with no luck.

Give me back my dime,
you loudmouth cloud.

Come and get it, if you can.

I got past your traps using good luck.

Let's see if bad luck
gets you past mine.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

Tell me about it, darling.

- You think this is the right entrance?
- It looks likely enough.

You know, I don't mind darkness,
as long as it's bright.

Ow!

Come on!

I wish you'd watch where you're going.

I never had to before.

Hey, was that one of Magica's traps?

Could be, or maybe it was just you.

Why would Magica want
to live in a place like this, anyway?

She's a sorceress, lad,
not an interior decorator.

- Yeah, well, this place gives me the...
- Shh!

What? What is it?
What do you see?

- A rabbit's foot.
- Why, rabbits' feet are lucky.

We don't have to be afraid of those.

No, Gladstone, wait!

It's a fire-breathing bunny.

Nice bunny.

I'd hate to see
the Easter eggs he'd deliver.

Get out your lunchbox
from your backpack.

Bad time for a picnic, Uncle Scrooge.

No, the carrot sticks
for the rabbit. Hurry!

Yeah, got it.

- Sorry.
- Jump.

Enough is enough.

Go steam-clean something.

Come on. We've got to stop Magica

before she melts down my old number one.

Soon stars will be
in proper configuration,

and I will be making Scrooge's dime
into part of my amulet.

Then it will control
all other dimes in the world,

not to mention all dollars too.

One dime to rule them all.

One dime to bind them.

Only doing my job.

We've hit some kind of maze.

We must be close to Magica's lair.

Which way should we go?

Which way do you think?

- Left.
- Fine. We'll go right.

Why?

Your rotten luck, remember?

We're getting close to her lair now.

And the traps
are going to get a lot worse.

Help!

What is this, a fun house?

Why? Are you having fun?

That fall must have scrambled my brains.

The ceiling looks like
it's right on top of us.

Kilt McTartan!
It is right on top of us.

Oh! We're gonna be web-footed waffles!

Quick, give me your pack.
We've got to smash a mirror.

No way. That's seven years' bad luck.

Not if we're squashed today.

Good point. OK, which mirror?

Quick, McDuck, think.
There. That one.

Oops.

You lug nut.

Scrooge, you are
more resourceful than I thought.

Drop that dime, De Spell!

Well, if that's what you really want.

No!

Did I frighten you, Scroogey?

Well, you should be.

For soon I will be richest,
most powerful woman on planet,

and you will be reduced
to selling flowers on street corner.

Well, all plants need sunlight, Magica.

Even a poison ivy like you.

Ow!

Now's your big chance, lad.
Stand behind her.

- Huh?
- Trust me.

Powers of darkness, heed my call.

Blow this jerk into that wall.

No. Stop!

Turn around! Go back!

I must have put too much spin on it.

Not at all, Magica.
It was Gladstone's bad luck that did it.

Scrooge, I am going
to knock you into next Tuesday!

Quick, Gladstone, find my dime
and let's get out of here.

- Right.
- Powers of darkness on the loose,

send me rocks to cook their goose.

Uh-oh.

- Hurry, Gladstone, hurry!
- I found it! I found it!

Let's get out of here.

No time. Give me back the dime.

Got it.

You are finished now, McDuck!

Through! Over! Kaput!

Not quite, Magica.

The instant I got my dime back,
Gladstone's curse was lifted.

And then I luckily knocked us safely
beneath the rocks.

Then luck your way out of this, hotshot.

I don't believe it.

The warranty just ran out.

- Ta-ta, witchy.
- Better luck next dime!

No! Is not fair!

Curses, you hear me?

Curses!

Here we are,
safe at home again.

And good fortune smiles
on your financial empire once more.

Aye. My ship full of oats
soaked up an oil spill.

Which the government is paying me for.

And my flooded copper mine
is full of mineral water,

worth more than the copper is.

Plus the market is back up.
I'd call that a streak of good luck.

Luck?

I would think after your recent problems
you'd quit trusting in luck.

Why don't you get a decent job?

Well, maybe I will, Uncle Scrooge.

But not till after I use this ticket
for a one-year world cruise!

All right, Gladstone, I give up.

How much do you want
for your four-leaf clover?

Come on, Unc.
I'll let you take me to breakfast today.