01x45 - Raiders of the Lost Harp

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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

Oshi-badoshi-badoshi-badoo!

Hey, we can dig it

- Oshi-badoshi-badoshi-badoo!
- Hey, we can dig it

- Oshi-badoshi-badoshi-badoo!
- Hey, we can dig it

- Oshi-badoshi-badoshi-badoo!
- Hey, we can dig it

Aah!

What scared them, Uncle Scrooge?

We won't know until it scares us.
Come on, boys.

At last! This is what we've been looking for!

- A big stone bird?
- It's not just any bird.

It's a griffin - an ancient warning
that great danger lies beyond this door.

- Danger?
- All nonsense, of course.

Meant to scare off the fainthearted.
Now, give me a hand, boys.

We're about to find the lost city of Troy.

Oof! Ohh!

Aha!

I was right! The lost city of Troy isn't lost
anymore. Heh-heh-heh.

We'll have to think of a new name for it.
Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Isn't this exciting, kids?

- Yeah, Uncle Scrooge.
- Sure is.

Exciting.

Somewhere in those ruins
is the Trojan treasure vault.

This is it, lads.
The treasures of the ancient Troy!

Achilles' golden chariot,
Hector's golden spear.

Why, even the famous Trojan Horse!

Who's this, Uncle Scrooge?

The greatest and most beautiful woman
of all time - Helen of Troy.

To battle, my lads!
Honor and fame are ours!

Not to mention fortune. Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Follow me, soldiers of Troy!
The enemy awaits us!

Yah!

Take that! Whoa!

Th-th-that's the enemy. I give up!

A Minotaur guardian.

What's it guarding?

The ancient Trojans believed
these great statues were magic.

They used them
to guard very special treasures.

That's your favorite kind,
isn't it, Uncle Scrooge?

Aye.

And it's in that great stone box
the beast is holding.

But what if it really is magic,
Uncle Scrooge?

It's just a statue. Nothing more.

Mindless superstition has no place
in exploration or in treasure-hunting.

It's opening.

Aah

- Oshi-badoshi-badoshi-badoo
- Hey, we can roll it

- Oshi-badoshi-badoshi-badoo
- Hey, we can roll it

Too bad you couldn't take that big statue
for your museum, Uncle Scrooge.

It was carved into a solid rock cliff.

I wonder if it would fit
in our closet.

We can fit just about anything in there.

Well, what do you think
of my harp-playing?

I'd stick to playing the stock market,
Uncle Scrooge.

Yeah.

Don't worry, Uncle Scrooge. If you keep
practicing, I think you can be great.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

You are fibbing, fibbing, fibbing

Gee, you're right, Dewey.
Uncle Scrooge is getting better already.

Yeah. He can really make that harp sing.
Really!

I've been doing some research.
Helen of Troy did have such a harp.

She always kept it by her side.
It was said magic made the harp sing.

But, Uncle Scrooge,
you don't believe in magic.

Oh, I never said that.

I've seen too many amazing things
that only magic could explain.

Oh, I love getting mail. No one
ever sends bills - they wouldn't dare.

Ah, latest issue of Tomb Magazine.

What? Scrooge found Troy?

Ooh!

How I hate that Scrooge!
He has magic harp!







Open, says me.

Ohh!

Why do I bother?

Ah, here it is. Is magic harp, all right.

Legend says harp made generals tremble,
made kings powerless

and made Helen of Troy
greatest woman of her time.

If harp made ordinary girl like Helen great,
think what it can do for me.

You... ahem... twanged, sir?

Time to get ready for work.

Very good, sir. Ahem.

Have you given any thought to my raise,
sir?

Huh? Oh! Oh, yes.
I certainly have, Duckworth. I...

Uh-uh-uh

You are fibbing, fibbing, fibbing

- There it goes again.
- Ahem.

Very strange, sir, but, about the raise...

Uh, well...

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid
I just can't afford to.

No, no, no,
you are fibbing, fibbing, fibbing

It seems to do that when you, uh... ahem...
tell a fib, sir.

Yes, I've had the same thought.

I've got it, Duckworth.
I know the perfect way to test our theory.

But, sir.

Whose bright idea was it
to leave the air mattress inflated?

Yours. You said it'd take too much time
to let the air out.

Push harder!

Oh, boys. Did you clean up your room
as you promised?

Uh, it's clean, isn't
it, Uncle Scrooge? Uh...

- See?
- Uh-huh.

- And what have you got in here?
- Uh, oh, uh...

- Nothing, Uncle Scrooge.
- Uh-uh-uh

You are fibbing, fibbing, fibbing

Aha! My little harp knows
when you're fibbing, fibbing, fibbing.

Let's just take a little peek.

Heh-heh-heh.

With this harp,
I'll always know who's lying to me.

Gee, that's great, Uncle Scrooge.

So, how are you lads doing in school?

- Uh, well... uh...
- Well...

To tell the truth, Uncle Scrooge, uh...

Uh, we gotta go now.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

You know what this means?
With this little beauty,

no one will ever be able
to put one over on me.

Indeed, sir.

Life is gonna be pretty miserable for us
with that harp around.

Yeah, we gotta go somewhere
and do some serious thinking.

- The video arcade!
- Perfect! Come on!

Achoo!

Is not here. I must have harp!
I must learn what magic harp holds.

Then I will be great woman,
just like Helen of Troy.

Scrooge has harp, evermore.

Yes, but how to get him to...

Hmm.

Was said no man could resist beauty
of Helen.

What do you think, Mr. Poe?
Good-looking or what?

Good looks, bad accent.

Close enough. Scrooge McDuck
will be putty in my hands.

I better wear gloves.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Contact the fleet. That thing is headed
straight for Duckburg Bay.

Scrooge will not be able to resist my
charms now that I look like Helen of Troy.

Keep motor running.

Are you sure that's the best deal
you can make me?

That's not true
You are fibbing, fibbing, fibbing

Never mind who that was.
You was trying to cheat me, you crook.

I can see why you made Helen of Troy so
powerful. No one could ever deceive her.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

We're going to be great business partners,
you and I.

I don't have appointment, darling,
but I had to meet you.

Beautiful ladies who want to meet me
don't need an appointment.

Heh-heh-heh-heh.

My, what a beautiful harp.

Would you like to hear me play?
I'm quite good.

Uh-uh-uh
You are fibbing, fibbing, fibbing

- You are good.
- Oh. Thank you.

Sing good, too, but lips don't move.

- Ventriloquist?
- No, no.

But you look very familiar.
Have we met before?

Oh, no, no. Is not possible.

Uh-uh-uh
You are fibbing, fibbing, fibbing

Uh, but I have always admired you,
Mr. McDuck.

No, no, no
You are lying, lying, lying

Could you stop playing harp
so we can talk?

Not so fast.

There. Now, who are you?

I will show you!

- Magica De Spell!
- Give key to me, or...

...I will give big headache to you.

Ha! Try getting that key out of my vault.

- Give me key to vault!
- That's a combination lock.

Aah!

This is headlock.

And this is flying mayor!

And personal favorite, airplane spin.

Whoa!

You won't give key... then I take desk.

Ohh!

Get going. Hurry, hurry!

Hey, who are you?

Is me, stupid ones!

Now drive!

Duckworth!

Follow that desk!

Get off! Take bus! Take taxi! I take desk!

This desk is mine!

- Harp is mine!
- Whoa!

Mr. Poe, get license number of that desk.

Hey! Where'd you learn how to drive -
office supply school?

Whoa!

Aah!

Nothing like video games to cheer you up.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

But we still haven't decided what to do
about that harp.

Yeah, that little golden tattletale
is gonna ruin everything.

Listen, Uncle Scrooge is
very understanding.

I say we talk it over with him.

Yeah. Let's hear
what Uncle Scrooge has to say.

Wah!

Uncle Scrooge!

- Hold on, Uncle Scrooge!
- We'll help you!

He's heading for the bay!

I sure hope that desk floats.

Oh, no!

I need something to open this drawer.

My harp is locked inside.

This could be the end
of our harp problems.

Hurry, lads, hurry!

What are you gonna do?

Here you go, Uncle Scrooge!
Our skate key oughta do it.

Oh!

Easy, Uncle Scrooge. We gotcha.

Oh!

Relieved you're all right, sir.

If you say so, Duckworth. Oh!

We'd better get cleaned up
for my museum opening, boys.

At least you won't have to take a bath,
Uncle Scrooge.

And we must stay alert.
I'm sure Magica will try again.

Very well, Admiral.
We'll give it everything we've got.

All right, men, we're gonna give that
monster both tubes, point-blank range.

Fire!

We didn't even scratch it!

Better call out the air force, sir.
And evacuate Duckburg!

All right, move along, move along, now.
No shoving. Keep it orderly.

Hmm. My exhibit is more popular
than a Bruce Springchicken concert.

Drive around back, Duckworth,
so we can slip inside unnoticed.

- Where is everybody?
- What are you doing here, Mr. McDuck?

What am I doing here?
Why, Chief, it's my grand opening.

Haven't you heard?
They're evacuating the city.

There's a monster coming at us,
right out of the ocean.

Uncle Scrooge, look! The people in the
cars are moving inland, all right.

Come, everybody. Mrs. Beakley,
Duckworth will take you and Webby home.

The boys and I will see if we can help
to stop this monster, whatever it is.

They say it's as big as an office building,

like a living stone statue
with the head of a bull and the body of a...

The Minotaur!

It's come for the harp!
It will head straight for my museum.

Come on, lads. My bubblegum factory
is on the way to my museum.

Bubblegum factory?

- Beats me.
- Me too.

It'll come right down this street.
If we can just...

Quick, boys. To the roof!

Gee, it's never gonna give up.

That bubblegum can't hold it much longer.

Aye. The only thing to
do is give it the harp.

Oh! Stupid wooden horse.
I thought I never get out.

Oh, my beautiful harp! I take you home
and find out how magical you really are!

- She's got your harp, Uncle Scrooge!
- Too late, darlings.

Magica, you don't know what you're doing!

Harp is mine now! So stop harping about it!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Hurry! Take off! Fly, fly!

Uncle Scrooge, be careful!

- Uncle Scrooge!
- You'll never make it!

Ooh! Ooh!

OK, he made it. But now what?

They're heading toward Duckburg Bay!

Huh? Why, you...

Geranium!

I'm certainly going to miss you,
my wonderful wee harp.

And I'm going to miss all the money
you could have saved me.

Gee, Uncle Scrooge,
sorry you lost your harp.

Yeah.

- Real sorry.
- Ah, it's just as well.

Sometimes knowing the truth can be
more trouble than it's worth.

To be honest with you,
I'm not sorry my little harp is gone.

You are fibbing, fibbing, fibbing!