02x07 - Frozen Assets

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Last time on DuckTales:

the Beagle Boys altered
the city's new freeway plans

to go through Scrooge's property.

Forced to move his money bin,
Scrooge hires an accountant.

Look no further, Mr. McDuck!
I'm the accountant you can count on.

Fenton Crackshell's the name.

Near grad of the Banana Branflakes Bucks
For Ducks Business Brochure Courts.

To protect it, Fenton decides
to make Scrooge's assets liquid.

Dump my money in the lake?

Of all the idiotic,
bagpipe-brained ideas.

But the Beagle Boys soon find it.

OK, boys, it's show time.

Yaaah!

Fenton! You come back here
this instant with my money!

Now if those sandbags do the trick,

the cash should end
up just where we wants it.

[Bouncer] Go, go, go!

[rumbling]

Now, that's what I call a cash flow!

Sorry it ain't gift-wrapped,
Ma, but it's the thought that counts.

And what happens
after the spin-cycle, mommy?

What's that moron doing in my moolah?

Uh, the Watoosie?

What a nightmare! All my money bogged
down in the Beagle Boys' backyard.

Aw, relax, Uncle Scrooge.
Fenton was trying his best.

All that dunderhead
ever tries is my patience.

[door opens]

Announcing a dripping dunderhead.

Uh, boss, before you boot
my backside to Boston,

give me half a minute to explain.

Basically, your bucks aren't budging.

According to my Banana Branflakes
Bucks For Ducks Business Brochure,

your best bet is to freeze your assets.

Ah! This from a man

who thought "liquid assets"
meant dumping my cash into a lake.

Uh, well, if you can't freeze
your assets,

how about sort of
lowering the temperature?

Do you honestly think that
"frozen assets" means freezing the lake?

Yes! No! Forgive me!

Fenton, your mind may be in a cloud,

but every so often
a ray of brilliance peeks through.

[stammers] It does?
Oh, of course it does!

Why do you think
my mother called me "son"?

Follow me, lads.

I've got to visit
some of our biggest fans.

[sighing]

Now I know why they call
retirement the golden years.

Yeah, this is a regular beach
blanket Beagle party.

I especially like the sand dollars.

[wind gusting]

[shuddering]

Feels like an arctic front.
I mean an arctook frent.

I mean it's really cold.

Yeah, colder than an Eskimo's Jacuzzi.

Yeoww!

It's bad enough Jack Frost is nipping at
my nose, without you guys bloodying it.

How come it's suddenly colder
than the judge's last sentence?

I don't know, but...

Last one in makes the cocoa.

Ha ha! Look, winter in July.

Fenton, this dry ice idea worked.

Of course it did!
I'm full of ideas, and they always work,

which is more than I can say
about my mother, who once said,

"Fenton, don't get any more ideas,
this trailer is crowded enough already."

Wait! Where's everybody going?

Ah. Hard as Launchpad's head.

Speaking of which...

- [static]
- [Scrooge] Launchpad.

Put down that comic book
and commence Operation Ice Tongs.

Aye ice, Mr. McD.

OK, guys".

Whirly birds away!



Throw another stack of wanted
posters on the fire, Burger, dear.

- Now that's what I call a roaring fire!
- [helicopters whirring]

That's not the fire roaring,
it's helicopters soaring!

[Launchpad] Boy, talk about
your cold, hard cash.

How dare you steal
what my boys wrongfully stole first!

[jackhammer drilling]

Whew! Here's another nickel, Dewey.

Great! Only two hundred
and forty-dollars to go!

OK, Louie, run it up to the money bin.

I'm glad Uncle Scrooge finally
found a mountain top that's safe,

but right now
I wish it were in a valley.

It pains me not to see
my money bin anymore.

And if I cannot see it,
how do I know it's safe?

I've got to have
a fail safe way to protect it.

[telephone ringing]

It's your dime, speak.

The money bin is full.
Your frozen assets are now lukewarm.

Good. Every last dime's
been accounted for?

Yup. Except for the dime
I used to make this call.

Dime? What dime?

Oh, just an old shiny one.

In a glass case?

Yeah, but I'll pay you back.

That was the first dime
I ever earned, you idiot!

Why else would it be in a case!

Blabbering blatherskite! I thought
it was for emergency phone calls.

Get it back! Now! Or you're fired!

I think he's mad.

Gyro, you've got to help me.

I need a robot to guard my money bin.

I've got to finish this flapjack flipper
for the national spatula convention.

Please, Gyro.

If a birdbrain can lose my old number
one, who knows what else can go wrong.

[sizzling]

Oh, well. Looks like I can start
on your security robot after all.

Great.

Oh, and remember. Make sure
it doesn't let anyone near the bin.

Ah, the phone company.

That dime is only a heartbeat away.

Welcome to Duckville Telephone.
Deposit ten cents, please.

No, uh, you don't understand.

I've got to get back a coin I put in
one of your phones this morning.

Sorry, all our coins were deposited
in the First lnterFeather Bank.

Please hang up and dial again.

[panting]

This time for sure!

I wanna exchange this dime
for one from the phone company.

I'd love to take it out for you, but I
have to do one important thing first.

Oh, yeah? And what's more
important than me, the customer?

That.

Uh...

- This is a hiccup.
- [shudders]

That's stickup, you lug nut.

- [Scrooge] Will you get on with it?
- [Gyro] Oh, uh, fine.

It's my great pleasure
to present a state of the art,

fully a*t*matic,
and totally indestructible

security system.

What? Behind the van?

No, it is the van.

Presenting the GICU2.

Oh! This I like!

The GICU2 is now fully a*t*matic, so we
don't need this remote control anymore.

- Watch.
- [beeping]

Intruder.

This I love! Oh, Gyro, you're a genius.

Now to count my money!

- [beeping]
- Intruder!

Turn him off, Gyro.

I can't! He blew up the controls.

What?

Intruder!

Destroy!

Intruders!

[rapid beeping]

Destroy!

You have five seconds
to leave the premises.

Don't thr*aten me, scrap yard refugee.
I'll pull out your circuits and...

- Five...
- Bye!

[panting] What's with that
overgrown toaster?

It's not supposed to sh**t at me.

But you said you didn't want it
to let anyone near your bin.

So that's how I programmed it.

Gyro, sometimes you're too efficient.

Thanks!

Now listen, genius. Go home
and build me another security guard.

Only this time,
make sure it has a brain.

Intruders!

[chuckling]

Yummers! What is this, Ma?

Just something I clipped from
Better Cell Blocks and Gardens.

It's called Slabber's Sirloin Stew.

Oh, you're the best, Ma.

And I deserve the best, too.

So how come you lost me Scrooge's cash?

But Ma, we just robbed you a bank.

Yeah, a lousy bag of dimes.

[knock on door]

Uh, hi! I'm your new neighbor. Can
I borrow the proverbial cup of sugar?

[Ma Beagle] Uh, well,
I don't have a proverbial cup.

Will a tin one do?

Why, certainly, kind lady.

That ain't no lady, that's our Ma.

Anything else I can get you?

Come to think of it, got any
extra bags of dimes sitting around?

Dimes, eh?

Say, boys, I think we should
invite our new neighbor to dinner.

Oh, boy! What are we having?

For you, the house specialty,
a knuckle sandwich.

[banging and clattering]

And if you come back,
we'll give you a poundcake for desert.

Of course, you know,
this means a skirmish.

Greetings, Ma. It's me, Bermuda Beagle.

Back from 20 years of being lost
in the Bermuda Triangle.

Bermuda Beagle? I don't remember
a son named Bermuda.

'Course, I've got more boys
than a toad has warts.

Ah, the old place
looks just like I remember it.

Uh, but we didn't live here


But what does that matter? The point is,
we were together, a family.

And by gum,
any low-down worm that disagrees

will have to take it up
with a forklifter out of his hide.

Speaking of hide, let's Beagle bond
with a rousing game of hide and seek.

Ooh hoo, ooh hoo!
Oh, goody! Who's gonna be it?

Well, let's flip for it.
Heads, I win, tails, you lose.

Got a bag full of dimes I can use?

Hold it, you canine counterfeit!

Look at this family photo.

No Bermuda.

Would you believe I was adopted?

[crashing]

Oh, boy! A candy machine!

Quick, Ma, I need some dimes.

Sorry, Burger.
This machine doesn't take dimes.

It only works with slugs!

[Fenton] Right in the goobers.

[snoring]

Wakey, wakey!

Hello, little boy. I'm the tooth fairy.

And have I got a deal for you!

Uh... really?

Yes.

If you give me that bag of dimes,

I'll give you this bag of teeth.

Better hang on to those,
I think you're gonna need them.

- [banging]
- [Fenton groaning]

I know you're in a rut, sir...

...but this is ridiculous.

[Scrooge] I can't help it.

First I lose my number one dime,

and now I can't even take
a relaxing dip in my money bin.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

[Gyro] Uh, Mr. McDuck,
the you-know-what is ready.

Great, Gyro! I'll be right over.

It's a self-propelled security system
of incredible strength and fire power.

I call it GizmoDuck.

It's b*llet proof,
fire proof, and knuckle proof.

Knuckle proof! Oh, boy!

Watch out, Beagle Boys!

You mean someone
wears this iron underwear?

You said you wanted
a security guard with a brain.

Right. We'll have to hire someone.

But we'll also have to make sure this
suit doesn't fall into the wrong hands.

Well, how about a secret code word?

Fine. Any nonsense will do.

Just make sure it's a word nobody uses.

I've got to get my hands on that suit.

But first I've got to distract
that wacko inventor.

I'll find a great code word
in this dictionary.

Let's see. Nonsense.

Number one: foolishness.

Two: jibber-jabber.

Three: Blatherskite.

Blatherskite? Oh, that sounds
like a word nobody uses.

Blatherskite.

' [beeping]
- [Popping]

Good heavens! That sounds like
my aerial popcorn fireworks display!

[popping and exploding]

Now I'll have to launch a butter
and salt rocket to go with it.

Hoo hoo! Now's my chance
to borrow this armored tuxedo.

Scrooge won't mind.

After all, it's the only way
I can get his dime back.

I'll never figure out how this suit
works. Blabbering blatherskite!

[electricity crackling]

Uh, easy, fella. I didn't mean it!

No! Let go!

I'm being canned like a tuna!

Hey, who are you?

[stammers]
The guy Mr. McDuck hired.

Just call me GizmoDuck!

Yeah, 200 pounds of rompin',
stompin' bombs and destruction.

Forward ho!

Maybe you ought to read
the instruction book.

Uh, here you are, Ma.

Since your other
birthday present flew away,

we all chipped in
and stole you your favorite perfume.

Cell Block Number Five.

[sniffs] It stinks!

A poor substitute
after losing Scrooge's money.

- [tires screeching]
- Hey, who could that be?

All right, you Beagles,

you have one minute
to surrender that bag of dimes.

Hey, who sent you? That wimpy guy
who's been bugging us all day?

Who, me? I mean, no!
I work for McDuck Enterprises.

I'm GizmoDuck!

Yeah? Well, duck this!

[expl*si*n]

Hey, fellas! Look!

Don't think you can
win me over with a barbeque!

I'm armed with elbow-to-air missiles.

Anyone for the dog races?

Come back with those purloined coins!

Eat dust, buster!

[Ma] This oughta foil Mr. Aluminum.

[elevator bell dings]

[shuddering]

[elevator bell dings]

If you don't like the way I drive,
stay out of the hallway.

Stop, you Beagles,
or I'll fire my midriff missiles!

[Big Time] Thanks, GizmoDuck.

[screaming]

Fly! Fly! How does this thing fly?

A-ha! The helmet-copter!

Where is the galvanized goon?

I don't see him, Ma.

Toss him, boys!

Ooh! [chuckles]

Burgers! My favorite.

I wanna order something.

Not now, you gluttonous goon!

[whimpers] But I'm hungry!

I'm hungry!

If you don't control that appetite,
I'm going to lose control of the car!

I'll have seven Silly Meals,


and one diet cola.

Uh, that'll be a large bag
of dimes, please.

Thanks, sucker!

If I don't get into my bin soon,
all my businesses will fail.

Here, Mr. McDuck.
I got your number one dime!

McWonderful!

At last! An employee who doesn't
goof up like that feeble headed Fenton.

By the way, what's your name?

Uh... Gyro said I shouldn't tell anyone.

Too dangerous. Just call me GizmoDuck.

All right, GizmoDuck.
I have one more job for you today.

Deposit the dime in my money bin.

No problem, sir.

No problem at all.

Intruder.

Well, maybe a little problem.

[rapid beeping]

[man] Next on DuckTales...

Hurt, maim...

You wouldn't dare hit a lady, would you?

GizmoDuck! We're saved!

Here, money bin!

Come to mama!