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Life is like a hurricane
Here in Duckburg
Race cars, 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 onto 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... Ah... Ahchoo!
Oh, stop all this... ahchoo... fuss and feathers.
I'm not sick. It's just a little hot in here, that's all.
You can't fool me, Mr. McDuck. You're burning up with fever.
- Huey, stop that. - Whew, that's what I call a fever.
Ahchoo. Nonsense. I'm going to my money bin.
A wee nap in some cold cash is all I need.
Uh-oh.
Face it, Uncle Scrooge, you're sick.
Ah... Ahchoo!
I'm sick of hearing that I'm sick.
This is for your own good, Uncle Scrooge.
Aah, aah, ach!
Mr. McDuck, I'll throw all this money away
if you don't cooperate.
See? You are still running quite a temperature, sir.
Aye. I've reached my boiling point with you and Mrs. Beakley.
Might I suggest some cod-liver oil?
Curse me kilts, now you're trying to poison me.
Oh, but, sir, it's good for you.
It looks better on you. Ha-ha-ha-ha.
Oh...
Take your cod-liver oil, and I'll let you watch One Duck to Love.
Blecch.
How did I ever get stuck with such meddlin' servants?!
Ahchoo!
Well, maybe I do feel a wee bit rundown,
but it's all your fault.
Look, Uncle Scrooge. I'm learning to be a nurse.
I even made you soup. Oops.
Oh, don't worry. I'll make more.
Aren't you sweet.
But first, I'll read you a fairy tale. It's called "Cinderella."
Oh, gag me with a tongue depressor.
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful serving girl
"and her wicked stepfamily.
"'Cinderella,' they cried. 'Scrub that flagstone path.
Cinderella! Cinderella! Cinderella!'"
Scroogerello! Scroogerello!
Scroogerello.
- Scroogerello! - Be-bop-a-loo-bop.
Scroogerello, shine my shoes so I can dance.
Scroogerello, take out the garbage.
With three wicked stepbrothers around, I'll never get this path cleaned.
Curse me kilts, more trouble.
It's me wicked stepfather - Flintheart Glomgold.
Scroogerello, you've missed a spot.
Aye, wicked stepfather, sir. I'll clean it right up.
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a lazy stepservant.
Well, I guess I'd better finish cleaning up this path.
I want you boys gussied up for the Pick-a-Prince Ball tonight.
That's Princess Goldie's ball.
What could my wicked stepbrothers be up to?
- I'd better find out. - But, Stepfather,
I look dopey in this penguin suit.
And it's quite an improvement. I'm proud of ya.
Boys, I want ya to charm the crown off Princess Goldie.
Once she's swayed, I'll knock off her royal treasury.
Be-bop-a-loo-bam Goldie's gonna go ka-blam
Ah, very few parents have sons like mine.
I'll dance my way right into that little bird's heart.
Be-boppy-do. Then right into her wallet.
Be-boppy-dough.
Those vile fiends. I've got to warn the princess...
fast!
Nice a' you to drop in, brudder.
You lads sure are speedy devils.
Hee-hee-hee. You ain't seen nothin' yet, Scroogerello.
Enjoy your new home, stepsucker.
Boys, look at ya.
We were selling Junior Woodchuck cookies door to door.
But Big Time locked us up after our cookies gave Burger heartburn.
I still don't know why. They sure look yummy to me.
Now we're spending our formative years shining Bebop's dancing shoes.
And that's nothin' compared to what happened to him.
Poor fella. How long have you been here?
Yes, I was Glomgold's boyhood servant
till I gave him some cod-liver oil for a cold.
I was banished to the cellar for my kindness.
Hmm, why do I suddenly feel guilty?
We'd better roll over to Princess Goldie's before all the eats are gone.
I don't care about myself, but I'd give anything to save poor Princess Goldie.
Ohh!
Tallyho, Scroogerello. I'm your fairy godmother - Fairy Beakley.
And I'm your fairy godchild-in-training - Fairy Webby.
Because of your unselfish wish to help Princess Goldie,
we've come to set you free.
Can I save him, please?
Oh, go right ahead, you talented tot.
Dancing shoes, disco down the door.
Thanks for springing me, lassies.
I'm off to warn Princess Goldie.
Cool your jets, Scroogerello.
Nobody's going to believe a peasant in rags.
But like any professional fairy, I have the perfect solution.
This magic gold topper will make you go from rags...
to riches.
Thank you, kind fairy. I'll drop a line to let you know how I make out.
If you please, Scroogerello, it's my turn to help.
To Princess Goldie's palace, laddiebucks,
and don't spare the cookie crumbs. Heh-heh-heh.
It's about time someone stepped on those stepbrothers.
So I said to myself, "Reggie, get out of real estate.
Plastics - that's for you."
You're a real wildcat, partner.
Time for me to cut in.
Ohh.
- May I cut in? - Wish I could cut out.
Shoot, I been dancing all night, and I still haven't met my future prince.
I was in plastics till the shoe-lace business changed my life.
Ohh...
Be-bop-a-loo-bound
There's too many geeks around.
Not for long, brothers.
One for you, one for me.
One for you.
- Aah! - Ooh.
Goldie, look what I made for your wedding day.
It's an automatic bouquet thrower.
Hmm, that's nifty, Pa.
I just hope I find me a man to go with it.
Most of these yahoos are out of commission.
We'll dance with your daughter, King Gyro.
Here's your big chance, Goldie. Strike up the band.
Be-bop-a-loo-bop. I'll dance ya around until you drop.
I dazzle this dame, brudder.
Yecch, I feel like I'm waltzing with a cheap cafeteria.
Where's the movie?
Ahh, who is that gorgeous hunk of duck?
Ooh, how about you and me cuttin' a rug, handsome?
That golden stranger's gonna ruin everything.
If we can't rob the king's treasury,
we'll ransom King Gyro's treasured daughter.
Pa, I'd like you to meet Mr., uh...
Mr. Right.
But he's come at the wrong time.
Help!
Be-bop-a-loo-bess. We just swiped out the princess.
Stop that racket, you no-talent tarantula.
How dare you ducknap me in that tacky tux?
And you - keep your big mouth shut when you eat in front of a princess.
Oh, thanks for the help.
- Ow! - Hey, watch it.
- Hey, stop. - Ow!
Hold that wildcat down, boys.
That golden meddler's gaining on us.
Unhand me darlin' Goldie, ya vile villains.
Oh-do-be-do-bo. We gonna run you off the road.
I never could stop you steplosers from litterin'.
Don't worry, Scroogerello.
We'll take care of these clowns.
Hey, Beagle Brothers, choke on my cookie chips.
Wow, what kind of cookie crumbs are these?
Oh, it's that Junior Woodchuck brand.
Ho-ho-ho-ho.
He's out cold without even a glass of milk
to go with the cookie that got him.
You'll pay for this, golden goon.
Oh, no, it's 12 midnight.
Just what does that mean for us? I had to ask.
I'm sorry, but my fairy magic doesn't last past midnight,
'cause it's way past my bedtime.
So long, stranger. That's the way the cookie crumbles.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Goldie. I'll find you, Goldie.
Courage, lads. Princess Goldie's left us a trail of sequins so we can find her.
But these woods are awful dark,
and she's got an awful lot of sequins on her gown.
This could go on forever.
- Have you seen anything, Webby? - Yes.
- Hooray, hooray. What is it? - Tell us what.
More woods.
Quackaroonie. Where are we?
I don't know, but my Goldie's here.
Ah, her wee royal silk stockings are waving hello.
Romance - it's not a pretty sight.
Earth to Scroogerello.
How are we gonna get through this garden?
It's a real maze.
Oof.
Prince Lilypad McQuack's the name. That's my cast-le up yonder.
Prince? You look like a frog to me.
Really shows, huh?
Ehh, a witch hexed me after I crashed my shopping cart into her
at the supermarket. That cast-le's my only proof I'm of royal blood.
- I just have to get it back. - Who took it?
- The wicked Beagle Brothers. - Unh.
I opened my door to them last night, and what did I get for my kindness?
Tossed into the muddy moat like I was some kind of animal.
And I am not an animal. I am an amphibian.
I'll strike a wee bargain with ya, Lilypad.
Help us get through this garden maze,
and we'll help you get your cast-le back.
It's a deal, pal.
There's a secret map of my cast-le that shows the way to my very doorstep.
Wait a minute. If the map's already inside your cast-le -
uh, castle...
Heh-heh. Then I just got us lost.
I know. I can use my magic to get us through the garden.
Ha-ha, it's workin'. The whole garden's rearranging itself.
Blast that little fairy and her dime-store magic tricks.
You better say your prayers, sidewinder.
My hero's gonna give you varmints the whippin' you deserve.
Lock the royal banshee in the dungeon, boys.
I'll take care of her rescuers myself.
Ha-ha. A little bush animal barbecue ought to liven things up.
Yikes, we're gonna be pulverized by plant life.
Keep calm, everybody. Don't...
...panic!
Whoa.
Don't cry, Fairy Webby.
You're the only one who can save us.
Yeow!
That's it.
I do know the magic recipe for snow.
Oof.
Goldie. I'm coming, Goldie, my darlin'.
Fairy Beakley's gonna be so proud of you, Webby.
When you've got it, you've got it.
Gee, it's great to be home. Hah!
All bills.
Forget your mail. My Goldie's in danger.
Welcome to my humble home, friends.
It sure is dark in here. What was that?
Somebody get the lights.
Surprise!
Be-bop-a-loo-bob. You're gonna be shish kebab.
Wait a minute. You can't frighten me.
- I have my magic frog with me. - Magic frog?
One pat of his head, dear stepbrother,
and nothin' can harm ya.
Oh, and he also grants wishes, especially really selfish ones.
Share and share alike, brother.
Yeah, we wanna pat this magic little leaper, too.
Huh. Shucks, fellas, ha-ha, I didn't know you cared.
I wanna be a go-go dancer.
- I wanna be taller. - I only want to rule the Earth.
I just wanna sauté this little gleep's froggy legs.
Quick, lassie, use your magic to turn them into frogs like Lilypad.
I can do better than that, Scroogerello.
I'm gonna turn you boys into bullfrogs.
When you got it, you got it.
What happened to your magic touch, Fairy Webby?
When you've lost it, you've lost it. Run!
Hyah!
I'm glad I took up karate instead of needlepoint.
Ahh. Oh, it's my handsome golden stranger.
Well, I better recapture myself so he can save me.
Isn't that just like a man?
One quick hello, and off he runs with the boys.
Doesn't this place have elevators?
Careful. That last step's a doozy.
We'll be all right now.
Help. Oh, help.
Ain't somebody gonna rescue me?
Well, it's about time. Now, where's the duck of my dreams?
I can't let her see me like this.
I'd be a real letdown to so beautiful a duckess.
In fact, I'd be a letdown to any duck.
Oh, Mr. Right.
You don't have to play hard-to-get with me, honey.
Well, I've searched this dump from stem to stern.
All that's left of my mystery love is his top hat.
And this magic topper can only be worn
by your true love, Princess Goldie.
OK, OK, gents, you've all taken a number.
Now let the prince-finding commence.
I'll make this top hat fit.
Aw...
Next.
Yep, my friends and I can't wait to move into the palace.
Yaah!
Next.
Sorry, partner. I guess you lose out.
I'll say. All this time, I thought I was waiting in line for a movie.
Hmm, the time has come to take my act on the road.
Yoo-hoo, Mr. Right. Hmm.
Now that I've got my good suit, I guess I'll be on my way.
Ahh, Mr. Right, I've found you at last.
Or should I say again?
- Will ya marry me? - Of course I will.
Oh, no, you won't.
I thought you were turned into bullfrogs.
We found an ugly princess who'll kiss anyone on the first date.
Even us.
A-be-bop-a-loo-bop- poo-poo-pee-do
Now we gotta blow town before she comes looking for us.
But we couldn't leave without our favorite servant boy.
So you're coming with us.
No, no, no...
No, no, no!
Wake up, Mr. McDuck. You're having a bad dream.
Where... Where am I? Where's Goldie?
- Pulse is normal. - Oh, so's his breathing.
Temperature normal. Oh, sir, you're well again.
Oh, please don't be mad at us, sir.
We were only doing our duty.
Mad? Confound it, man. What kind of monster do you take me for?
Why, you two are the best servants I've ever had,
and I should tell ya so more often.
Why, thank you, sir.
Oh, Mr. McDuck...
You're well. Hooray!
I also want to thank you children for helping me on my road to recovery.
You know, I'm not that easy to be around when I'm sick.
That's why I'm grateful to have wonderful servants -
uh, friends who care for me in the time of need.
Are you sure you're feeling OK, Uncle Scrooge?
Of course.
And to show his appreciation, old Scrooge McDuck
is taking you all to the finest hamburger stand in Duckburg.
- Can we order fries? - You can even order hamburgers.
I guess it didna work out this time, either, old girl.
I suppose magic like that is only for fairy tales.
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- I just have to get it back. - Who took it?
- The wicked Beagle Brothers. - Unh.
I opened my door to them last night, and what did I get for my kindness?
Tossed into the muddy moat like I was some kind of animal.
And I am not an animal. I am an amphibian.
I'll strike a wee bargain with ya, Lilypad.
Help us get through this garden maze,
and we'll help you get your cast-le back.
It's a deal, pal.
There's a secret map of my cast-le that shows the way to my very doorstep.
Wait a minute. If the map's already inside your cast-le -
uh, castle...
Heh-heh. Then I just got us lost.
I know. I can use my magic to get us through the garden.
Ha-ha, it's workin'. The whole garden's rearranging itself.
Blast that little fairy and her dime-store magic tricks.
You better say your prayers, sidewinder.
My hero's gonna give you varmints the whippin' you deserve.
Lock the royal banshee in the dungeon, boys.
I'll take care of her rescuers myself.
Ha-ha. A little bush animal barbecue ought to liven things up.
Yikes, we're gonna be pulverized by plant life.
Keep calm, everybody. Don't...
...panic!
Whoa.
Don't cry, Fairy Webby.
You're the only one who can save us.
Yeow!
That's it.
I do know the magic recipe for snow.
Oof.
Goldie. I'm coming, Goldie, my darlin'.
Fairy Beakley's gonna be so proud of you, Webby.
When you've got it, you've got it.
Gee, it's great to be home. Hah!
All bills.
Forget your mail. My Goldie's in danger.
Welcome to my humble home, friends.
It sure is dark in here. What was that?
Somebody get the lights.
Surprise!
Be-bop-a-loo-bob. You're gonna be shish kebab.
Wait a minute. You can't frighten me.
- I have my magic frog with me. - Magic frog?
One pat of his head, dear stepbrother,
and nothin' can harm ya.
Oh, and he also grants wishes, especially really selfish ones.
Share and share alike, brother.
Yeah, we wanna pat this magic little leaper, too.
Huh. Shucks, fellas, ha-ha, I didn't know you cared.
I wanna be a go-go dancer.
- I wanna be taller. - I only want to rule the Earth.
I just wanna sauté this little gleep's froggy legs.
Quick, lassie, use your magic to t