02x09 - The Billionaire Beagle Boys Club

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[man] Last time on DuckTales, Scrooge
hired GizmoDuck as his security guard.

You wouldn't dare
t*rture innocent people.

Oh, yeah?

Gizmoduck boggled the Beagles.

Drop the dip!

Ice cream! Oh! Big creamy ice cream!

And became the toast of Duckburg.

[Clamoring]

Until Ma Beagle
found his instruction manual.

Now GizmoDuck works for her.

[Laughs] This is better than
the Home Shopping Network.

Has GizmoDuck gone bad for good?

Stop GizmoDuck!

[Rumbling]

Park it over there, Gizmo, dear.

No, I won't! But... yes!

Why does this suit have
a mind of its own?

Because we have
a GizmoDuck remote control of our own.

That's why.

[Sniffle] Oh, I'm so happy.

All my life I've settled
for petty larceny.

And now, ultra grand theft.

Oh, this is the big time, Big Time.

But, Ma, we gots to hide
this overgrown piggy bank

before Scrooge finds it.

You're right, but where?

[Scrooge] We've searched high and low.

Where can me money bin be?

A building that size
couldn't have just disappeared.

[Huey] Yeah. Where could
all that dough go?

[Ma Beagle] Yahoo!
We're rolling in the dough.

Yeah. But where are all the doughnuts?

I thought we was gonna
disguise this bin like a bakery.

Not a real bakery, you crumb-bum.

But I want doughnuts!

Glazed. Jelly.

Chocolate sprinkles. [sobs]

Ma will bring you back
some doughnuts, sweet thug.

I'm gonna do a little shopping

to buy everything I've always wanted.

This isn't a stickup, sister.

By the way, uh, do you giftwrap?

Good.

Then put a ribbon on this place.
I'm buying the whole store.

And here we have the Venus dog Milo.

Considered by some to be
the most priceless statue on Earth.

How much do you want for it?

This is an art museum, madam.
It's not for sale.

Well, I've got 400,000 smackeroos
that says it is.

Would you like
that with or without arms?

Make me look like a million bucks.

I'm rich! I'm rich!

[Scrooge] I'm poor. Poor!

Please don't foreclose on the mansion.

The rules state clearly
that anyone who fails to make a payment

loses their property.

But this is my bank. I made those rules.

Your rules say
no exceptions, Mr. McDuck.

I'm afraid you'll
have to sell your mansion.

Who has enough money
to buy this big old place, anyway?

Hi. I'm from Coldnose Banker Realty.

I have a motivated buyer.
Do you mind if I show her around?

Ma Beagle!

Big and spacious, isn't it?

Where did you get
enough money to buy a mansion?

Uh... Well, I've been
recycling aluminum cans.

Well, do you want the place?

Well, the price is a steal! [chuckles]

I'll take it.

You're up to no good.
And I want to know what.

Scroogie, if you're not nice,
I won't invite you to my party.

- What party?
- [Beakley] The party of the year.

That's what
the Duckburg Chronicle calls it.

And it looks like we're
the only ones not invited.

Aye, but I'm going to
make like Launchpad and crash it.

Ma Beagle has my money,
and I intend to find it.

How will you know it's yours?

Because I've memorized every serial
number of every dollar I've ever made.

This party is a dream come true.

Who'd have thought I'd be
hobnobbing with Duckburg's finest?

What are you talking about, Ma? You've
been in most of their homes before.

Yeah, but only
to swipe their silverware.

John D. Rockefeather?

You socializing with the Beagles?

It was an invitation I couldn't refuse.

Mine too.

What do you suppose
they meant by "show up or else"?

Out of my way. I'm coming through.

Where do you think you're going?

I'm the fire marshal. Got to
make sure this party is not overheated.

City codes, you know.

Yes, I know. I'm the fire marshal.

[Gulps]

Here, Pedigree.
Pop a petit fours in your mouth.

Mmm! Ooh!

A p*stol!

Oh! Now, how did that get in there?

This'll just be
our little secret. Won't it?

Mrs. Beagle. Would you
care to play bridge next week?

I need someone to play the dummy.

Who are you calling a dummy?

- [Screams]
- Oh, I'd be happy to play bridge.

Let's play at my place.

Ma, look what
someone left on our doorstep.

A baby!

Aww! Ain't he cute!

Hey, Ma, that baby picked your pocket.

Oh, how sweet!
He'll fit right into the family.

Coochie-coochie-coo!

Wait a minute.
This baby's wearing spats!

The Beagles may have money,
but they have the manners of t*rrorists.

They'll never be one of us.

And it's time we told them so.

Mrs. Beagle, how can I put this?

Society has it's crown jewels, but I'm
afraid you and your boys are...

are...

Are you saying
we're diamonds in the rough?

Oh, never. [snickers]

Compared to us, you're blocks of coal!

Oh, yeah?!

Din-din!

Listen up, high brows.

My boys and I have
tried everything short of a crowbar

to pry our way into your rich clique.

So now it's time to get tough.

We own this town now.

Mayor, I've checked over
my grocery list,

and you know what comes
after eggs and butter?

Buying the next election.

So if you wanna keep your job,

I expect a few favors.

Rockefeather! You own lots
of businesses. Be nice.

Or you'll find out
what a hostile takeover really is.

And Pedigree,

maybe I went to reform school
instead of finishing school,

but if you don't let me into your social
circle, you're going to be finished.

It's no use. Ma Beagle
has everyone eating out of her hand.

Let's go home.

Oh, dear.

If I may make one
minor observation, sir.

We don't have a home.

[Launchpad] Feel free to crash here.
I do it all the time.

I know it's cramped, but what's
important is that we're together.

Thank you, Launchpad.
You're a fine friend.

You've got a heart
the size of me money bin.

Me money bin.
[Sobs] I want me bin back!

There, there, Mr. McD.

Forty or 50 years and this hammock
will feel just like home.

[Scrooge crying]

Aww, I've never seen
Uncle Scrooge so sad before.

We gotta get his money back
from Ma Beagle and her brat pack.

I say we sneak into
the mansion and get proof.

What's the plan, Dewey?

I'm not Dewey, he is.

Really?

You both look alike now.

You search upstairs, Louie.

He's Louie.

Whoever.

Huey and I will search downstairs.

But be careful, this place
is crawling with Beagle Boys.

[Snoring]

- [Bottles clinking]
- [Gasps]

Mmm! A huckleberry
hand grenade cheesecake.

My favorite.

- [Munching]
- [Click]

Burger! That cake was
for your brother in San Quentin.

[Gulps]

Oh. Sorry, Ma.

Now get, so I can bake another.

A remote control!

So that's what happened to GizmoDuck!
I knew he wasn't a crook!

Don't worry. We'll get you out of here.

Just as soon as we get
this evidence to Uncle Scrooge.

Hey, you little thief!

Dewey, Louie, run!

Let's get this straight.

I'm Huey, you're Louie...
I mean, I'm Dewey and...

Whoever we are, let's scram!

[Megabyte] Stop them, Bouncer!

The nephew emergency escape elevator!

Come back with that cash!

Come back with those desserts!

It's thieves like that
who are making the world

a lousy place to live
for thieves like us.

Do you recognize them, Uncle Scrooge?

Aye. I made these dollars
ten years ago,

when I owned Duckburg's
only door-to-door butcher company,

Spamway.

Oh, I can't wait to
see the look on Ma Beagle's face

when the police haul her away.

We'd like to see Mrs. Beagle, please.

Oh... [chuckles]
She's out back playing bridge.

You don't look like you're
having any fun... dummies!

Good morning, officer.

That's the woman. Arrest her.

What's the charge?

You stole my money.

My nephews found it inside the mansion.

Oh, Scroogie.

I know you're down on your luck,
but you didn't have to steal from me.

I would've helped you out.

I have lots of money.

I know. My money.

And I want it back.

Arrest this woman!

Chief, I just want you to remember
that the mayor and I are very close.

One word from me,

and you can be writing speeding
tickets to penguins in Antarctica.

[Gulps] You're under arrest, Scrooge,

for trespassing, theft,
and interrupting a bridge game.

Wait! You can't!

It's my money!

She's a thief, I tell you!

[Huey] We're here to get
our Uncle Scrooge out of jail.

I brought my piggy bank to pay his bail.

Sorry, boys, but the bail is $10,000.

Don't worry, boys.

I'm sure your uncle will be set free

once a judge and jury
hear his side of the story.

Don't be too sure, lady.

Here comes the judge and jury now.

Nice guys, those Beagles.

The only people in town
who volunteered for jury duty.

Oh, no!

Uncle Scrooge will
never get out of jail now!

Yes, he will. I've got an idea.

And it'll be a piece of cake.

Good luck, Mrs. Beakley.
And don't drop that cake!

Oh, dear.

Are you sure this huckleberry
hand grenade cheesecake is a good idea?

It works for Ma Beagle.

Um... Here, Mr. McDuck.
I brought something to cheer you up.

Thank you,
but I'm in no mood for sweets.

But this is no ordinary cake.

It has a very special ingredient.

I've got too much on
my mind to think about food.

But I made it especially for you.

Please try it.

[Scrooge] I really don't...

I said take the cake, McDuck!

[expl*si*n]

Sounds like Uncle Scrooge
is making his escape!

Yoo-hoo, boys,
our plans sort of blew up.

Maybe we can tunnel under
the prison and free Uncle Scrooge.

Nah, that'd take too long.

Too bad GizmoDuck can't help us.

He'd smash right through the prison wall
and no one could stop him.

You mean like this?

Whoops, sorry.

Hey!

You just gave me
a great idea, Launchpad!

I did?

Come on, guys!

Hey, uh, somebody want to give me
an idea what that great idea was?

[Slurps] Another hit of lemonade,
Megabyte, dear.

Coming right up, Mother.

[Giggling]

What's the big idea,
you mechanized moron?

Clean this off.

It's us, GizmoDuck!

We're rescuing you!

Now we need you
to rescue our Uncle Scrooge.

Sorry, but my Gizmo days are over.

I could never face Mr. McDuck again.

I'm a fiend.

A blemish on society.

A scar on the cheek of mankind.

Looks like we'll
have to do this our way.

Hey, wait! What are you doing?

It's McDuck's bratty nephews!

They're after my retirement funds!

Stop them, Megabyte!

What did he do? Shrink in the wash?

Here we are.

No! Not prison!

I know I did horrible things,
but don't put me in there.

We're not putting you in.
We're breaking somebody out.

It's GizmoDuck!

Freeze, or we'll sh**t.

Tighten up those triggers, gentlemen.

Nothing can stop GizmoDuck
from doing whatever it is I'm doing.

Time for Operation Launchpad.

What are you doing here,
you tin-plated traitor?

Someone's making me save your neck, sir.

Don't! Let me go!

Wait!

See? GizmoDuck isn't a traitor.

He was under the control
of the Beagle Boys.

Well, tear me tartan!

I misjudged you, GizmoDuck.

Does this mean you still want me
to be your security guard?

Aye, but without my money bin,
I have no need of one.

You might as well work
for the Beagle Boys.

I've already done that, thank you.

And I know where
they hid your money bin.

I'll get it back for you,
or my name isn't Fent... uh, GizmoDuck!

Hurry, boys, here comes McDuck.

[Rumbling]

I've heard of runaway inflation,
but this is ridiculous.

Taxi! Taxi!

OK, like, uh, where to?

Follow that building!

[All shouting at once]

Hey! They've got
GizmoDuck and Scroogie!

Like, wow. Even Superman
couldn't see through this.

I'll lose them in the park.

- [Screaming]
- [Woman] Look out!

[Ma] Runaway skyscraper!

Give it up, lady.

Eat bolts, buster.
This money bin is mine!

This is my stop!

[Screaming]

[Gasping]

All me money in the drink!

Sorry, sir. I held them
as long as I could,

but when it comes to water,
I'm more "gizmo" than "duck."

We'll get a boat and fish her out.

You'd better fish it out of there soon.

When it comes to sunken treasure,
it's "finders keepers."

[Man] Next on DuckTales:

Bless my bonnie bin!

There it is!

[Scrooge] No! No! Not my bin!

One more step,
and I'll be forced to use force.