01x60 - Dr. Jekyll & Mr. McDuck

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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
Ooh-woo-ooh!

- Every day they're out there making

- DuckTales
Ooh-woo-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-woo-ooh!

- Every day they're out there making

- DuckTales
Ooh-woo-ooh!

- Tales of derring-do
Bad and good luck tales

- Ooh-woo-ooh!
Not pony tales or cotton tales, no

- DuckTales
Ooh-woo-ooh! -

Yow!

Oh, no. It's Jack the Tripper!

Help!

- Give me your wallet!
- Never, blackguard! Never!

- Your watch!
- No!

The coppers!

Jack the Tripper!
He went that way, officer!

Follow those feet!

It's getting so a fellow can't make
a dishonest living anymore.

Save your energy, Chuckie.

Even Jack the Tripper wouldn't hide out
in Dr. Jekyll's old mansion.

Heard you was the one
finally arrested old Dr. Jekyll.

Right, a sour old coot he was.

And then all of a sudden like,
he went off his trolley.

Ran through the streets,
throwing his money left and right.

Laughing all the while.
I picked up his trail of money.

Wish the Chief Inspector
would have let me keep it.

There's got to be
an easier way.

I wonder...

"Notice: All articles of this estate

have been given up for auction
to pay outstanding debts and taxes.

Notheby's, Duckburg. " Hmm...

Here's the next item up for auction.

What am I bid
for this beautiful old trunk?

It's locked and
the contents are unknown.

Do I hear $50?

If you do, you must be hearing things.

Forty? Surely you'll bid $40?

No I won't,
and don't call me Shirley.

Sodas are a bargain, Uncle Scrooge.

Only ten cents. Can we have one?

Certainly, lads. Here's a dime.

One soda?

And three straws,
right Uncle Scrooge?

Of course not. Four straws.

Right, Uncle Scrooge.

Anyone? Do I hear $20?

Ten dollars for this classic
old steamer trunk?

Five dollars? Five?

- Yoo-hoo!
- Sold to Mr. Gladstone Gander for $5.

What?

What a worthless old trunk, and not
a penny in your pocket to pay for it.

True, Uncle Scrooge.
Can I borrow five bucks?

What?

I thought you always trusted
the luck to see you through.

I do. Lucky for me,
you're here to lend me five bucks.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, never mind, Uncle Scrooge.
I can handle it after all.

Oh, I don't believe it.

And now for the items
recently received from London.

Here's another old trunk.
Do I hear $100?

- One hundred.
- One hundred dollars

from the gentleman in the funny hat.

Do I hear 200?
Two hundred, anyone?

- Two hundred!
- $200 from the man in the funnier hat.

- Do I hear three?
- Five hundred!

$500 from the mysterious gentleman
in the not-so-funny hat.

- One thousand dollars!
- Oh, boy!

One thousand is the bid.
Do I hear two thousand?

Going once, going twice...

...sold to the gentleman
in the funnier hat for $1,000!

Stand back, Gladstone!

A thousand dollars for this?!

This cape will come in handy if you ever
turn into a vampire, Uncle Scrooge.

And maybe this is expensive perfume.

You know, like that Corral Number Five,
Mrs. Beakley wears.

Curses! They found Jekyll's formula.

Oh, no. That's not perfume.
It's cologne.

Hands off, Gladstone!
It may be worthless, but it's mine!

It smells like money.

What's happening to you, Uncle Scrooge?

Scrooge? Oh, no!

Call me Uncle Moneybags,
you wee nipper.

Why, you're so cute,
you deserve a bigger allowance.

- Here's a couple of thou.
- Wow!

Here's some for everybody!

Uncle Scrooge! What are you doing?

That's our inheritance.

Unhand me, lads.
I'm out of money and that's not funny.

If I don't get more,
how can I give it away?

Uncle Scrooge! Come back!

The stuff in this bottle
did something to him.

We gotta find him.

Where's everybody going?

He said he needed more money.

Right. So, he'll head straight
for his money bin. Come on!

Will somebody tell me what's going on?

It's raining money!

This is more fun
than a barrel of money.

Good idea!

Just in time, boys.

Grab a shovel and
lend your Uncle Moneybags a hand.

We gotta stop him!
Hey! Uncle Moneybags!

What's going on?

I'm throwing this horrible stuff
into the nearest river.

Yow!

Nice throw, Uncle Scrooge.
But you missed the river.

Hey, it's the guy from the auction!

The one in the not-so-funny hat.

He must've put these banana peels here
to trip you, Uncle Scrooge.

- It worked.
- And he got away with your cologne.

Well, it's his problem now
and he's welcome to it.

Get me home, boys.
I'm not myself today.

No. No. Not my money. No! No!

Oh, what a horrible dream.

I couldn't touch my money.

What do you suppose that guy in the
hat is going to do with that cologne?

Hey, there's an address
under this sticker.

Money. I'll feel much better

once I run my fingers through
some lovely cash.

The smell...
The mere touch of money makes me...

...makes me...

...makes me feel like
giving it away.

"Dr. Jekyll. Hyde Park, London. "

Here's money!

- He's done it again.
- And without the cologne.

Uncle Moneybags
is just giving it away!

Tackle him. Right in the middle
of the front lawn.

I hope water works
as well as the soda did.

Aah!

Ever since I sprayed myself
with that cologne,

just the touch of money
turns me into that fiend.

I have to find a cure.

We found an address on that old trunk,
Uncle Scrooge.

Yeah. It's some place in London.

Then to London we will go.

- Here, take this!
- And these!

- Jolly good fun, what.
- Delightful.

I knew Dr. Jekyll's formula would
make robbing people much, much easier.

They just give it away.

Let's take our life savings
and toss it out in the street.

Oh, let's do!

Don't know why we haven't
thought of it before.

According to the police,
Dr. Jekyll was a friendless old hermit

that suddenly turned into
a money-flinging fool.

Just like you, Uncle Scrooge.

Yes. That cologne
was an experiment of some sort.

He was a brilliant scientist.

My only hope is
that he also made an antidote.

Don't worry, Uncle Scrooge,
if you turn into Uncle Moneybags again,

I'm ready.

Only in an emergency, lad.

What if there is
no antidote, Uncle Scrooge?

Then I can never touch money again.

- Oh, no!
- Oh, yes!

Spritz him, Huey. Quick!

That money belongs to me!

Would you take a rain check?

That guy's hat gets less funny
every time we see it.

Uncle Scrooge!

Uh-uh-uh!
That's Uncle Moneybags, remember?

It's no use.
He could be anywhere.

We need help.

Who's the greatest detective
in the world?

- Of course!
- Shedlock Jones!

He's an honorary Junior Woodchuck
and he lives right here in London!

Would you help us
find our uncle, Mr. Jones?

- We came to London to...
- I'll deduce the rest.

Your uncle, Scrooge McDuck,

is searching for an antidote
to the Dr. Jekyll formula

which came into his possession when
he bought one of Jekyll's old trunks.

The formula was stolen
by Jack the Tripper,

a common thief
preying on Londoners.

Like Tripper's victims,
your uncle's changed into a maniac,

and is running amok.

- That about cover it?
- Quackaroonie!

How did you figure that out?

Elementary, my dear Webson,
it's in the afternoon newspaper.

Then you'll help us, Mr. Jones?

Sorry, my time is much too valuable
to waste on your uncle's little problem.

Little problem?!

And common, eh... street robbers
like Jack the Tripper

are unworthy adversaries for...
Shedlock Jones.

I am in pursuit of the most evil,
diabolical criminal of our time.

The infamous Professor Moody Doody.

You shouldn't smoke, Mr. Jones.
It's bad for you.

Oh, I don't smoke it.
I'm much too intelligent for that.

But, Mr. Jones...

Run along, boys. I need to think. I must
use my incredible powers of deduction

to deduce exactly where
Professor Moody Doody is hiding,

and what mind-boggling crime
he is planning.

World's greatest detective, huh?

He doesn't have a clue, does he?

I say we take him off our
Junior Woodchuck mailing list.

Yeah, but what are we gonna do
about Uncle Scrooge?

- Chuckie!
- What's the ruckus?

One of those loony rich blokes is
throwing money away in Tralla La Square.

Well, let's get down there
before it's all gone, eh?

I knew something would come up.

I say, Chuckie, there's two of them!

- Please take it.
- No, I insist. You keep it.

- No, you.
- No. You take it.

- You!
- You!

Whoa!

There ought to be a law
against treating money this way.

- Right. Come along, blokes.
- Bloke? I'm not a bloke.

I'm Lord Somebody or other.

Mr. Policeman!
That one in the funny hat is our uncle.

Yeah. We can take care of him.

Not by the looks of it.

We're holding him till we find a way
to cure him. Just like all the others.

Boys! That may take years!

So go back to Duckburg
and give all my money away.

No, I didn't mean that.

Yes I did.

No, I didn't.

I guess there's no point in me saying,
"Come along quietly," eh, governor?

Boys, you've got to find that antidote.

Save me, lads.

Spend me!

Save! Spend! Save!

I guess it's pretty obvious
what we have to do.

It is?

Search Dr. Jekyll's
spooky old mansion again.

That would have been last on my list.

The money
Uncle Scrooge found is gone.

I just hope the Tripper is gone.

Everything else was
for that auction, I guess.

The only thing they didn't take
was that goofy painting.

Easy to see why.

OK, so where do we go from here?

- Upstairs!
- I had to ask.

It's a lot like
our own stairway back home.

Only about ten billion times scarier.

Well, what are we waiting for?
That antidote might be up there.

Admirable deduction, Webson,
but incorrect.

I did, however, find the Tripper's
stolen formula up there.

Jones, you decided to help us after all!

Of course. I am a Junior Woodchuck,
am I not?

Besides, while I was thinking,
I got to thinking,

the Tripper was hiding here, that's
how he found out about the auction.

Jekyll's formula, I must get it back.

There's something the auction people
and Tripper missed.

You mean besides this goofy painting?

To put it simply, yes and no.

That certainly clears things up.

The clue is in the painting.
Study it carefully, boys.

Ask yourself:
What's wrong with this picture?

- It's ugly?
- I see it!

In the painting,
there's a door by the fireplace.

But there's no door now.

Promising powers of observation, lad.

Dr. Jekyll paneled over
the original door.

Help me push. That's it.
Right here.

Hello! What's this?
Dr. Jekyll's journal.

"At last, I have perfected the antidote
for my Moneybags potion. "

There is an antidote!

This must be it.

"Unfortunately, it came too late for me.
I wanted to improve my personality,

to make myself more likable.
But I went too far.

The antidote doesn't work
if not used within 48 hours

of the Moneybags formula. "

Oh no! Uncle Scrooge
was sprayed over 50 hours ago.

Not so. You're forgetting
the six hour time difference

between London and Duckburg.

Nevertheless, we haven't
a moment to lose.

I knew you'd fall for that one,
Shedlock Jones.

- Kipper!
- Jack the Tripper's kippers.

He's getting away with the antidote!

Courage, Webson,
I believe I know where he's going.

Just as I suspected.
He's gone into Duckingham Palace.

This Tripper fellow is a clever chap,
not a common thief at all.

He undoubtedly intends
to steal the Crown Jewels.

What on Earth is all the commotion?

Jack the Tripper!

I'll take the Crown Jewels,
Your Majesty.

What is that horrible stuff?
Corral Number Five?

Ah! It's the wrong bottle!

No matter.

The Crown Jewels!

Your masquerade is over,
Professor Moody Doody!

Professor Moody Doody?!

How did you know, Jones?

Elementary, my dear Doody.

I'd never waste time looking for a
common thief like Jack the Tripper.

So you created him to hide
your own identity.

Incredible!

A big crook
pretending to be a little crook.

I'll take my crown now, Mr. Doody.

Sorry, Your Majesty,
but it's time for me to make my...

...escape!

Gadzooks!

Aah! Stop him!

May I borrow your soap,
Your Majesty?

Of course, dear lad.

Cleanliness is next to queenliness.

At last the Tripper
lives up to his name.

Jones, you've done it again.
Found the antidote,

saved the Crown Jewels

and captured Professor Moody Doody
in the bargain.

An altogether satisfying case,
Inspector. But, we must hurry.

By the way, your uncle asked me
for something very strange to read.

What?

All the mail order catalogues
we could find.

Oh, no!

Inspector, welcome.
How about a nice new set of golf clubs?

My game's a bit rusty, actually.

- A new suit, then?
- Size 42.

Any bicycles in there, Uncle Moneybags?

Of course. Come look.
We'll order one for each of you.

Anything else you want, too.

Are you sure we want to do this?

This is gonna hurt us
more than it hurts him.

Cancel those orders! Tear them up!

He's cured.

- Aye. Mr. McDuck, you're free to go.
- Free.

- Yahoo!
- Yay!

Free! My favorite word.

We never could've done it
without Shedlock Jones.

I am a Junior Woodchuck, am I not?

I owe you my thanks, Mr. Jones.

Let's keep it at that.

That's our good old Uncle Scrooge!