01x50 - Duckworth's Revolt

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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

Aha!

I've got one in my sights,
Brigadier Broccoli.

And boy, does it look weird.

Well, don't just insult it,
Lieutenant Garlic. Fire at it.

With relish, sir.

It looks strong enough to me,
Lieutenant Garlic.

Mm, smells nice and fresh, too.

Wish I could say the same about you.

Put it to work, Sergeant Squash,
and we'll see just how strong it is.

Aye, aye, brigadier.

Squish, squash.
Squish, squash.

Now, there's only one planet left
from which to extract captives.

The planet Earth.

Oh, that's very good, boys.

You scared the starch
right out of my socks.

If you like that, you're gonna love
the Creepshow Marathon.

Five scary movies for the price of one.

Including
The att*ck of the Vampire Butler. Blech!

Would ya take us, Duckworth? Would ya?

Oh, I'd love to, boys. But I still
have to mend holes in the master's wallet,

clean the cobwebs off his credit cards,

prepare his favorite dinner
for five dollars or less

and extract the large wad of bubble gum
from the tip of his cane.

Ah, what bliss. Sorry.

Aw!

Aw, come on, Duckworth, live a little.

Aren't you tired
of being Uncle Scrooge's sl*ve?

Wha...? sl*ve?

With all the things that you can do,
you could be as rich as Uncle Scrooge.

If you really wanted to.

Really, boys, I am content.

To me, money just isn't that important.

Money not important?

Why, Duckworth, you've gone off
the deep end of your scrub bucket.

Uh, I beg your pardon, sir.

How can you say money's not important?

Very truthfully, sir.

- Maybe the boys are right.
- But...

Maybe you could've
made your own fortune.

But...

Maybe I have been standing in your way.

But, but...

No more buts.

And no more butlering for you,
Duckworth. You're fired!

But, but...

And don't come back until you've
discovered the joy, the enchantment,

the sheer ecstasy of making big buts.

I mean, big bucks.

We're gonna miss you, Duckworth.

But at least you won't be
Uncle Scrooge's sl*ve anymore.

I loved serving Mr. McDuck.

Alas, now I must go
into the world and make...

...big bucks.

But I fear that will never bring
the deep satisfaction I had

scrubbing floors and dumping the garbage.

Gee, Duckworth really does need to get...

Whoa!

Whoa! Somebody up there
really listens to me!

W- what's happening, Duckworth?

Why, I do believe we're being pulled
into that spacecraft up there.

And I do believe I'm going to miss my bus.

These are the strangest-looking
aliens yet.

Look who's talkin'.

Who are you guys?

What are you doing here?

And what are we doin' here with ya?

That's for us to know and you to find out.

Yuck!

Talk about close encounters
of the weird kind.

According to my research, that is
the uniform of an earthling servant.

Aha. Then he should
be perfect for our needs.

Sergeant Squash,
show our guest...

the garden.

No, no, no. This is a much
faster way to k*ll weeds.

This puts our flower garden to shame.

I hope that means you like it, 'cause you
sprouts will be here the rest of your lives.

Now get to work.

- Work?
- Why should we?

Squish, squash.
Squish, squash.

J- just do what the squash says, boys.

But... whoa!

Are you gonna let them
get away with this, Duckworth?

I'm afraid we haven't any choice, boys.

That's the spirit.

You're gonna make one terrific sl*ve.

All right, you aliens.

"Lettuce" show you
to your cell for the... night.

I say!

No way are you puttin'
those things on our legs!

- We're Junior Woodchucks!
- We have rights!

Saucy little peppers, aren't ya?

Well, I'll squash you flatter
than a cucumber pancake!

That's what you think,
pumpkin head!

Such language!

Huey, Louie, Dewey.
Stop running right this minute.

- Don't make trouble.
- But Duckworth!

These oughta slow
you little pea pods down.

Now, good night.
Sleep tight.

And you'll work your beaks off
as soon as it's light.

I wish everyone was as cowardly as you.

I- I hope I'm just imagining this,

but it's beginning to seem
like Duckworth is a... a...

- Go ahead and say it.
- A yellow-bellied chicken!

- Yeah.
- Yeah!

Ach, I guess he really
does like being a sl*ve.

I- I wonder how long
we'll have to stay in this awful place.

- Forever.
- Just give up.

There's no hope.

Gee, sorry I asked.

Hm.

Hm. Mm-hm-hm-hmm.

- I say, what is that?
- That's my nose.

No, not that. That!

Oh. That's the main
control room for the garden.

But forget it.
It's locked from the inside.

Hm.

Oh, jolly smart of them.

But not smart enough.

Ahem. My friends.

I suggest we rebel.

You? Rebel?

That's the best joke
I've heard this light year!

It's no joke,
my fellow creatures.

No one has the right
to make another do their work for them.

Where do you get off
telling anybody anything

about doing someone else's work?

I was told you were
a sl*ve on your own planet.

I was never a sl*ve.

I worked as a servant,
but nobody forced me to be one.

It was my choice,
and I was proud of the work I did.

You prisoners have no choice,
and that makes you slaves.

You should have the right to say "no. "

- But they have weapons.
- We wouldn't stand a chance.

They'd vegetate us.

I'm sorry, my friend.

- We'll rebel with ya, Duckworth.
- Yeah!

Why, thank you, boys.

Uh, we... we thought you were
a yellow-bellied chicken, Duckworth.

And we're sorry.

Oh, but I'm glad you did, boys.

I wanted our captors to think I was
a, ahem, "yellow-bellied chicken"

so they'd never suspect me
of masterminding this daring escape plan.

Quackaroonie!

Ahem, that squash fellow wants you
to check out an annoying little leak

in the water system over there.

There's Duckworth's signal.

Woodchucks away!

What's that?

- He heard us.
- Push. Push!

I'm pushing,
I'm pushing.

We did it!
We did it!

Open that door, boys.

Or I send the old coward into orbit
without a ship.

What should we do?

Let's follow Launchpad's golden rule:

"When in doubt, push a bunch of buttons. "

Ugh! Ow! Ooh!

Ugh, yeow!
Ugh, ugh... Ooh! Yeow!

Squish, squash. Squish, squash.

Ahhh...

Excellent, boys. I'll reward you with
milk and cookies as soon as we get home.

You're never going...
home.

Guards, destroy...
him.

What is going on here?

That, sir, is our question.
What is going on here?

How dare you question me?

Don't you know I could
turn you into plant food just like that?

Ooh...
We'd like that.

Yam, yam.

And are you aware that those lads could
destroy every plant in this spaceship

with the push of a few buttons?

How do you like your vegetables,
brigadier? Boiled or frozen?

I kinda feel like pushing red buttons today.

How about you guys?

Not that big red one!

Uh, why don't we go to my quarters and
have a chat over some nice, hot onion tea?

Stand your ground, boys.
I'll return right after teatime.

Please be seated.

I'll stand,
if you don't mind.

Let me explain what is going on here.

This was the planet Vegedonia.

It was a perfect plant-life paradise.

Then our sun began to dim.

Our planet began to freeze.

And so did we.

Our only hope was to take the plants
that had survived, including our children,

and search for a new home.

With most of our work force destroyed,

we were forced to, uh,
borrow workers from other planets.

But that's sl*very, sir.

And we will fight you,
no matter what the cost.

Quackaroonie!

Duckworth's been gone long enough
to drink a whole gallon of onion tea.

Yuck!

I say we save him,
just in case he needs saving.

Woodchucks to the rescue.

And I mean, rescue!

- Boom, boom, boom, boom.
- Gassy beats.

Whoa!

How'd you know
how to drive this thing, Dewey?

Me? I thought Louie was drivin' it.

Are you kiddin'? I was just hanging on
to these handles so I wouldn't fall out.

Well, whatever you're doing,
keep doing it, 'cause we got company.

Do we squish 'em or to squash 'em?
That is the question.

Quackaroonie,
they're too close for comfort.

Faster, you big gourd.
Faster.

Look out, we're heading straight for...
Broccoli Headquarters!

Watch out, you're going too...

He's out cold.

How'd he get in here?

They've kidnapped the brigadier.

Good, now we can take over.

And I'll go,
"Squish, squash. Squish, squa... "

I know, I know.

Dead end!

You mean the end for all of you.

We're trapped between
a garlic, a squash and a brick wall.

There's a first time for everything.

Quick, look.
The tractor dome.

Squish, squash.
Squish, squash.

They're gonna break through.

But not before I break through.

Fellow captives, we are trapped.
And without your help, I fear we will die.

If you don't fight for your freedom,
your children and your children's children

will never be free.

Now is the time to end your sl*very,
to tell your captors:

"We're quite perturbed and we're
not going to allow this any longer. "

I think he means, "We're really mad
and we're not gonna take this anymore. "

Yeah!

Put up your roots,
you rejects from a salad bar.

We're really mad
and we're not gonna take this anymore.

Hooray!

Wha...?

Aah, ooh!

En garde.

Now that worked out just fine.

Guys, I think it's time for an early harvest.

You'll never outwit me,
you big coward.

You're right. You can't be outwitted
when you have no wits to begin with.

By Jove,
we've taken over the ship.

Hail to Duckworth,
Huey, Dewey and Louie.

They may have funny faces,
but thanks to them we're free.

Yay!

Aw, I can't wait
to get back down to Duckburg.

But there's really no rush!

Whoa!

I thought your people were flying this ship.

OK, so I forgot one little detail.

And I thought elephants never forgot.

- What's an elephant?
- Forget it.

Whoa!

Oh, dear. We're heading
straight for that gourdy green planet there.

Let me take the controls,
if it's not too late.

Don't trust him,
Mr. Duckworth.

There comes a time when one
must choose between trusting one's enemy

or colliding with a gourdy green planet.

I have selected choice number one.

I c-can't pull out of this dive.

We're gonna be coleslaw.

Don't listen to him
and keep pulling.

Ugh, ha-ha-ha.
It's starting to pull up.

- Hang on!
- We're gonna crash.

And we're not even
with Launchpad.

Quackaroonie, Duckworth. We never knew
you could fly a speeding spaceship.

Ahem. It's a lot like
driving your uncle to the bank.

Why, it's warm here.
And...

...the air is fresh and pure.

I think my people
have finally found a home.

If you aliens can find it in your hearts
to give us back our freedom.

You could have made them
your slaves, you know.

Yes, but then we'd be no better
than they were.

Yeah, and that's pretty bad.

Yoo-hoo, Duckworth.

Your bus bench is right over there.

Ah. The bus company
will be delighted to see it again.

The only way I can
truly thank you for freeing us

is by continuing your fight for the freedom
of all creatures everywhere.

Good show, brigadier.

Good show, good show.

Bon voyage, noble servants.
We shall never forget you.

Hey. Isn't that Uncle Scrooge's limo?

Yeah, but his new driver
could use a few driving lessons.

Duckworth, maybe I was
a wee bit, heh-heh-heh, hasty.

Would you consider putting off being fired
until some later date?

Like... never?

Sir, I'd be delighted to.

All those in favor say "yay. "

Yay!

The yays have it.

Yay.