01x40 - Merit-Time Adventure

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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 on to 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

Ah, this fog.
It is as thick as a French onion soup.

Do you believe in the sea monster,
Mr. Quackerbill?

Arr.

Nothing in the sea would surprise me.

Whew.
The lighthouse of Duckinsack Island.

I will be glad when the Lucky Duck
is safe in Duckburg Harbor.

Arr.

We'll get Scrooge McDuck's cargo
through, Captain Mallard,

or my name isn't Archibald Quackerbill.
Arr.

Aah! What is happening?

That... that... that's impossible!

Arr!

Sir Quackerbill!

Help me, Captain! Help me!

Man overboard! Lower a lifeboat!

Lower all the lifeboats!

- Arr!
- There is Mr. Quackerbill over there!

It's got horrible eyes! Horrible teeth!

It's horrible!

He's gone, Captain Mallard!

Did the rest of the men get off in time,
Mister?

Aye, sir.

Looks like the Lucky Duck
is a dead duck.

Aye.
I've seen enough, Launchpad.

Oh, let's stick around, Mr. McD.

I wanna watch it go under.
Probably be lots of bubbles.

Sorry to spoil the fun,

but I have to get to Duckinsack Island
for the official Coast Guard Inquiry.

You're the boss, Mr. McD.

Wow! What a wreck!

It'll make a great photo
for the book Launchpad's writing.

- Launchpad's writing a book?
- Yeah.

Great Wrecks I've Seen and Had.

Sorry you had to interrupt
your sailing merit badge test, kids,

but I really needed Launchpad's help.

Who doesn't?

Luckily, there's plenty of sailboats
on Duckinsack Island,

so you can pick up
right where you left off.

Thanks, Uncle Scrooge.

Wow.
Pretty soon I'll have two merit badges.

Pretty soon, we'll have about 200.

Yeah!

Duck Enterprises, chopper nine. You're
clear to land Duckinsack Island Station.

Remember, Launchpad -
clear to land, not crash.

Got it, Mr. McD.

Kids, I've made plans for you to use
a sailboat called the Little Wave

for your merit badge test.

- Thanks, Uncle Scrooge.
- Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Keep your beaks dry.

Let's go, kids! The wet wilderness awaits.

Wacka-wacka Woodchucks!
Wacka-wacka Woodchucks!

We can't let a sea monster eat us out of
work! But we can't let it eat us, either!

Take that, you varmint!

Hardy-har-har!

Avast, you seadogs!

Ohh!

What are you doing, Webby?

The Junior Woodchucks Guidebook says
the mainsheet should be checked

for frayed pieces that might break
in a strong wind.

Aw, come on, Webby, you're taking
this sailing test way too seriously.

That's easy for you to say.
Look how many merit badges you have.

I have just one - for swimming.

Aw, don't worry.

With us as shipmates, your sailing
merit badge will be a piece of cake.

Yum-yum-yum! Sounds delicious!

Alrighty, I'll just back her
out of the slip under power.

OK, who knows what to do first?

I know! Crank the mainsail! I'll do it!

I think Webby's sailing merit badge is
in the bag.

What bag?

Whoa!

We're not going out there
to get eaten by no sea serpent, McDuck,

no matter how much you're offering.

We did our best to keep
this nasty rumor quiet, but...

I lost my ship to more than a rumor,
Captain Tan!

And my first mate Quackerbill
was swallowed alive,

which means he no longer lives!

You all sailed with good old Quackerbill.
Remember what he always used to say?

Arr, arr!

Besides that!

He always said nothing in the sea
would surprise him!

Well, he was very much surprised.
And now he's gone.

That's right.

Calm down, calm down!
Captain Tan is doing all he can.

Aye, like getting a tan
and keeping his uniform pretty.

Yeah!

The notion of a sea serpent is absurd,
of course.

There are plenty of creatures that sound
absurd until you see them, Captain Tan.

If you find out anything,
contact me aboard the Little Wave.

Certainly, Mr. McDuck.

Hey!

Hey!

Come back here! That's my cargo!

Wait just a feather-flappin' minute.
That cargo belongs to me!

Don't get tough with me!

Break it up, you seadogs! I'm Dogface
Pete. What's all the yelling about?

I'm Scrooge McDuck,
and this is my cargo from the Lucky Duck.

Oh, yeah.

Tough luck, McDuck.
But this cargo ain't yours no more.

It became legal salvaged
the minute your ship went down.

These belong to the bloke
that salvaged them, and that bloke is me!

So take a long walk off a short pier,
McDuck!

- Why, you...
- I'm afraid he's correct, Monsieur McDuck.

The law is on his side, unfortunately.

Ha-ha-ha!

- You better listen to him, Pops.
- You haven't heard the end of this.

Don't push him too hard, Dogface.

I'll tell you, kids, that Dogface Pete
has something to do with all this.

I think he's tied in
with this sea serpent business.

Maybe he trained the beast to att*ck ships
so he can salvage the cargo.

There you go, mateys. Hope you like
my extra-yummy sea biscuits.

Wish I could get a look at this
so-called sea biscuit... uh, sea serpent.

I, uh...
I hope that was my stomach growling.

No such luck.

The sea serpent!

Wow! It munched that ship
like a big sea biscuit!

Boy, oh, boy!

If Launchpad had gotten a hold of that sea
serpent, he'd have serped his last serp.

I see.

I've learned a lot of things in my life.
Whoop!

Too bad riding a bicycle
wasn't one of them.

Doh!

All right, you dogs! Get back to work!

Now's my chance to catch this crook
in the act

and prove he's in cahoots
with that sea serpent.

Hey, watch where you're staggering.

Come back when you've grown a few feet
and a few more muscles, Shorty.

Whew.

Being a zillionaire
is a much safer occupation.

Hey, it's McDuck!

McDuck! Look out!

Help!

At least now I'm convinced
there is a sea serpent.

And Mr. McDuck is really convinced.

Aw.

He... he was quite a guy.
And now we'll never crash together again.

Is there any chance he could still be alive?

Well...

My Uncle Scrooge is too tough and too
smart to let some old sea serpent get him.

He was probably on the trail of that
monster, and if we find it, we'll find him.

But-but...

We can't give up hope. It says so right
in the Junior Woodchuck Guide.

You're right, Webby.
It says never give up hope.

Yeah. Launchpad will get that monster,
even if it means fighting it

with his bare bands on the bottom
of the ocean, even if it means...

Doofus, don't overdo it.

And therefore, by order of the Coast Guard,

all ships and boats are hereby confined
to port until further notice.

What now?

Leave this to me.

Captain Mallard and Dogface Pete
seem pretty chummy.

Like me and Launchpad?

Like Bonnie and Clyde.

I will meet you at the dock later,
Monsieur Dogface.

OK, Mallard. But whatever you're planning,
it better work.

Why do I let myself get talked
into these things?

- Because you're brave and bold and...
- Shh!

Oh, sorry. Sometimes I just can't hold it in.

Gee, kids, I don't know what's wrong with it.

The mainsail will stop flapping
if you just trim it a little.

See?

Are you sure you guys studied
the chapters on sailing

in the Junior Woodchucks Guidebook?

- Sure. I mean, we skimmed them.
- While we were playing pirate.

Well, let's get to it.
If we're gonna help Mr. McD,

we'll need some bait
to lure that big sea slug out of hiding.

I've got plenty of leftover sea biscuits
in the icebox.

I know. Good idea, little buddy.

Wow! These sea biscuits are even heavier
when they're frozen.

Launchpad's got so many merit badges.

Mostly for surviving catastrophes
on land, sea and air.

That's funny.
He doesn't have a swimming merit badge.

Help!

Look!
Launchpad caught the sea serpent!

Nobody messes
with Launchpad McQuack!

Aah!

Oh, Uncle Scrooge, where are you?

Ohh...

Oh, what hit me?

More cargo from the Lucky Duck.

This must be another one
of Dogface Pete's warehouses.

Aah!

I mean, what a big nose you have, fishy.
The better to free me with.

We gotta get rid of those kids
on the sailboat, Quackerbill.

Well, you know how it is, mate.

After dining on two tough old birds
like McDuck and myself,

our old sea serpent deserves a meal
of tender young kids.

Har-har-har-har!

OK, that's the last of it.

Now we can go back out there
and keelhaul that sailboat in one bite.

Curse me kilts! They're planning
to get rid of Launchpad and the kids.

I've got to find a way out of there.

Aha! Diving equipment. There must be
a way out under the surface of the pool.

Webby, I'm appointing you
the new captain of this vessel.

Yes, sir.

As for the rest of us, it's become quite
clear that we don't know what we're doing.

Yes, sir.

So, Webby, drive this thing, will you?

Oh, no!

The Little Wave will be smashed
to driftwood!

I really hate to say this,

but it's back!

Aah!

Junior Woodchucks,
stand by to repel sea serpent!

Look! It's Uncle Scrooge!

Uncle Scrooge, you're alive!
Uncle Scrooge, I knew you were alive!

- Yippee!
- We never gave up hope!

- Go with them, Doofus.
- No! I'm not leaving you.

You may be a fool, Doofus,
but you're a loyal one.

That's the nicest thing you ever said
to me, Launchpad.

There it is.
All ahead full and ready the harpoon.

With pleasure, Mallard. This old harpoon
g*n I salvaged is just what we need.

Dogface Pete!
I thought Dogface and the serpent...

Hey, glad to see you, McDuck.
We thought you were a goner.

But if you're gonna help us catch that thing,
you'll need a harpoon.

Huh?

Arr! Make the blasted engine stop smoking
before you kills me again.

We can't go until we pull away from
that sailboat! The engine will overheat.

We gotta get that rope
off the serpent's neck or she's gonna blow!

You've already blown it, Quackerbill.

Ah, Scrooge McDuck.

Keep your hands off the controls,
Mr. Sea Serpent.

- The sea serpent pooped out.
- Yay!

Wacka-wacka Woodchuck!
Wacka-wacka Woodchuck!

That's it.
We'll hold it fast in case it wakes up again.

What are you doing?

I'm putting the Little Wave into the wind

to give Dogface Pete and his men
some slack on their rope.

Wow. You really know your stuff, Webby.

Thanks for the slack, Little Wave.
OK, let's tow it in.

Arr!

You're a landlubber, McDuck.
You need sea legs.

Now, get into the corner
and don't make waves.

The sea serpent and I are getting
out of here.

What made an old sailor like you turn
on your own people, Quackerbill?

Why, love, of course. Love of money.

Har-har!

I decided to go into the salvage business

and eliminate the competition
with a little help from my pet.

You're an underhanded crook, Quackerbill!

No, I'm an underwater crook.

Har-har-har-har!

Whoa!

It's nothing but a construction crane.

Help!

Launchpad can't swim!

I've got you, Launchpad.

I'm telling you, the engine's gonna blow!

Something's wrong with the head.
We've lost pressure.

I can't breathe!

Arr!

Abandon ship!

Ah, Mr. Quackerbill. So good of you
to come up and see us.

You are under arrest, of course.

Oh, darn.

Thanks for never giving up hope, kids.

Junior Woodchucks, attention!

Woodchuck Webby, today you have
qualified for your merit badge in sailing.

Yay!

Furthermore, you have earned your badge
in lifesaving for, uh...

saving my life.

Doofus!

Pretty soon you'll have
as many badges as we do, Webby.

Yeah, but the best part isn't the badges.
It's knowing I can really do these things.

Hey, you think you can teach us
some sailor's knots, Webby?

Sure, mateys. Get your rope.

Could you do me a favor, Webby?
Teach me how to swim?