Ducktales (1987) s01e06 Episode Script

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 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 This time, nothing will stand in the way of what I want most in the world.
What, to turn me back into a man? No, Scrooge McDuck's old number-one dime! The first dime Scrooge ever made.
It contains the psychic vibrations of every deal, every decision, every dollar Scrooge has ever made.
Once I melt that dime and pour it into my amulet, I'll be so powerful, not only will I turn you back into my brother but the world will be mine as well! Sorry.
I get carried away.
The Beagle Boys have escaped! The Beagle Boys have escaped! Thanks for sneaking us outta jail, Magica.
We was getting pretty bored waiting for our time to run out.
- How long was your sentence? - Life.
Well, I didn't sneak you out for the exercise.
I need your help.
I want you to steal Scrooge's number-one dime.
No way! We only go after the big stuff.
My name ain't Big Time for nothin'! Yeah! Make it at least half a dollar or forget it! Make it Scrooge's money bin and you got yourself a deal.
Sorry, boys.
I need you here and on your best behavior.
A reporter from Duckweek Magazine is coming by this afternoon to do a story on our family.
How about if we go to an early matinee? Yeah! Then we'll be back in time to tell the reporter how our nice Uncle Scrooge gave us money to go to the movies.
And enough money for popcorn.
And money for new bicycles to ride to the theater.
You're pressing your luck, lads.
Yippee! Invasion of the Quacker Snatchers, here we come! So what's the plan, toots? This: From Beagle Boys I transform thee to Scrooge's nephews - one, two, three! Hey, Babyface, you got the cutest little baby face.
Hey, what gives? There's one teensy-weensy little problem with the spell.
Mirrors will reveal your real identity.
Now go get the dime! And hurry! - You look perfectly dapper, Mr.
McDuck.
- Good.
Everything has to be perfect.
I want that reporter to see I'm a good family man.
A good image is good business, you know.
Back so soon, boys? Now upstairs and change clothes.
The reporter will be here soon.
I want you to look your best.
Don't worry, Mr.
McDuck.
Everything will be perfect.
Now you heard your uncle.
Upstairs and change! Yeah, yeah, we heard ya.
My, my, I believe Dewey's voice is changing.
The boys are growing up so fast.
Let's spread out.
Burger, you go that way.
Babyface, you come with me.
Hey, Big Time! Looks like we found the jackpot! - Boys! What are you doing? - Playing doctor? Hey, that hurts, ya big ninny! That's "nanny," and you'd better watch your language.
I told you boys to change clothes.
Here now.
Don't make me angry.
Just wear these suits until the reporter leaves.
Boys, please! What's gotten into you? Why won't you put on your good clothes? The reporter will be here any minute.
Hey, Babyface, get this crazed dame off of me.
That's the last movie you go to.
The language you come back with.
There now.
Don't you look nice? Just like the Beagle Boys.
The Beagle Boys! Ohh! Hey, wanna play with us? Burger er Huey! What ya doin'? Hey, even thugs deserve a coffee break! You call yourself a thug? Let go! Hey, that's my Quacky Patch doll! Look what you did! Let's blast open this safe and blow this joint before that nosey nanny comes to.
Yes? Hello.
Webra Walters, from Duckweek Magazine.
Miss Walters! How nice to see you.
Won't you come in? Thank you.
My, don't you look spiffy, Mr.
McDuck? Trying to impress me? Me? In these old things? Never! Good.
Because most interviewees go out of their way to make a good impression.
I hate that.
My readers deserve the real scoop.
I want to observe Scrooge McDuck the way he really lives.
Understand? Perfectly.
We'll start by meeting Mrs.
Beakley.
She's the salt of the Earth, that woman.
And she loves the children as her own.
They're monsters! Monsters, I tell you! You've got to do something.
They're fiends! They're not your nephews! What are you talking about? Your nephews are - the Beagle Boys! And did I mention her wild sense of humor? Ha, ha, ha! Mrs.
Beakley, perhaps you've been working too hard.
Take a nap.
And get a grip on yourself! Perhaps we should visit Mrs.
Beakley's darlin' Webbigail, first.
She's probably playing with my nephews.
Dewey pulled the head off my Quacky Patch doll! Oh, those nephews, they're so playful! Why don't I show you my study instead.
You can tell a lot about a man by his study.
Meticulous - study, meticulous business affairs, I always say.
Uh-oh! Forget the study! You can never tell a thing about a man by his study, I always say.
Look in here instead.
You boys are grounded until Miss Walters is gone.
Hey, Magica, help! We're trapped like rats up here! You fools! Do I have to do everything myself? Potions and powers, come to me quickly.
Change this Magica into fat old Beakley! I'm going after that dime.
And nothing will stop me! I'll watch the boys now.
What are you Beagle bunglers doing in here? Have you found the dime? We're lookin! We're lookin'! Boy, that Invasion of the Quacker Snatchers sure was a scary movie! I hope aliens from space never take over Duckburg like that.
Yeah! You'd never know who's real and who's a monster inside.
Usually, the boys are well-behaved.
You just have to tell them once and they've learned their lesson.
- Hi, Uncle Scrooge.
We're back! - What a great movie! Aah! The monsters! They're loose! Egads! They're everywhere! Uh-oh! Boys! I'm not telling you again, get to your room and stay there! What'd we do? Go! What are you doing in here again? Get out and get to work! Huey! I told you to stay in your room! Sorry, pops, er Sorry, Uncle Scrooge, but I haven't eaten in minutes! You'll get lunch soon enough.
Now, get back to your room.
Mrs.
Beakley, why haven't the boys had lunch yet? - I give up, why? - Are you talking with an accent? - What accent? - Never mind.
Maybe you should make lunch for the boys.
Perhaps they'll behave if they've eaten.
Yes, of course.
I'll whip up something, darlink er, Mr.
McDuck.
Back in this room again? What do you think you are, homing pigeons? Here, keep Scrooge happy, eat, then get back to work.
Well, what are you waiting for? Eat your soup while it's still alive.
Aah! Something in that soup snatched a cracker! Cracker? Cracker snatched? - Do you think? - Yeah! Mrs.
Beakley's been cracker, er, quacker snatched - taken over by aliens like in that movie.
Excuse me, Mrs.
Beakley.
My readers deserve a real scoop.
- What's Scrooge really like? - He is fool! - And what about the boys? - More fools! And I was a fool for ever springing them from jail! Oh, wait, boys.
Tell me what you think of your Uncle Scrooge.
We don't have time! We've got to stop Mrs.
Beakley! She's been quacker snatched! Aliens from another planet took over her body! You might be next! You've got to warn the world! We'll split up.
Huey, you search downstairs while Louie and I search upstairs.
Whoever finds Mrs.
Beakley, keep an eye on her.
Aah! - How did you get up here? - And how can you eat that stuff? Easy.
Although, that soup did put up quite a fight.
- Hey, how come you sound different? - What? I always burp that way.
Well, c'mon guys, let's get on with the plan.
We've gots a world to take over.
- Oh, no! He's an alien, too! - We can't let him get away! Hey! What gives? Help! Well, did you find it? - Find what? - Scrooge's first dime, you fool! How do you expect me to take over world without it? Hi, Mrs.
Beakley! Well? Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! Ohh! Louie! Dewey! That dime's gotta be here somewheres.
Duh, it's not over here.
Am I glad to see you guys! We've gotta get the number-one dime outta here! - Burger, ya did it! - Who? Did what? Wait till Magica sees this! Yahoo! What is all the racket in here? The dime! At last, it is mine! Come on, Burger.
Move it! Bring chubby chins along.
I don't want her blabbing to Scrooge until my plan is finished.
Now, back to Mount Vesuvius to rule the world!! Rule the world, evermore! Awk! Sheesh.
She gets so carried away.
You've got to believe me, this is not a typical day around here.
Why, usually it's so peaceful you can hear a pin drop.
Ugh! What are you boys doin' to poor Huey? - He's not Huey, Uncle Scrooge.
- He's an alien! I've heard enough of this nonsense! No, you can't let him go! He's been quacker snatched! My nephews and I just love to play cowboys and Indians! Woo-woo-woo-woo! Woo-woo-woo-woo! Hey, toots, hows about zappin' us back to our handsome selves? These feathers are beginning to itch.
Potions, elixirs, and bright full moons This'll make a nice cover photo for Duckweek.
Scrooge and his nephews turn these ducklings back into unshaven goons! playing Beagle Boys and Indians.
Beagle Boys? Burger! What are you doin' in my mansion? - And where's Huey? - My lips are zipped, Scroogie.
Nothing you do will make me spill the beans.
- Oh, yeah? How about no supper? - You got me.
OK, this was all Magica De Spell's idea! She's got big plans for that dime of yours.
My number-one dime? Come on, kids, we've got to stop her.
Hey, what about supper? Witches and twitches, zap this little duck, turn him back into a big, dumb cluck! How comes you can't change Burger back from a duck? Why? Because he is duck, you fool! Uh-oh! Wait! My readers deserve the real scoop! Glad I studied knot-busting in Junior Woodchucks.
Mrs.
Beakley, wake up! Aah! Get away from me, you you, Beagle Boy! Shh! It's me, Huey.
The real Huey.
I'm gonna get us outta here.
We've got to stop her and get back Uncle Scrooge's dime! Gracious! How? Let's fight fire with fire! Huey, how many times have I told you, don't play with matches.
No, not real fire.
Watch! Who let him loose? Get that brat, you goons! Help me, Mrs.
Beakley! Help me! Take that, you bully! Ha-ha-ha! Oh, yeah? Well, take that, ya little chicken! Stop it! Give me that magic dust, you fools! Quit your squawkin'! Well, well, how does it feel now? Oh, dear, let's see Hurry, Mrs.
Beakley, before I get a rump roast! Hocus-pocus, abracadabra, whatever.
Oops! Enough! Hey! Let go, you old witch! Wait! Let go of my nephew, Magica, and give me back my dime.
I'm warning you! No, I'm warning you, evermore! One more move, Scrooge, and the Beagle Boys are going to get very rough with your nephew.
Magica, I'm begging you.
Let the lad go, and I'll give you my number-one dime.
What are you talking about? You don't think I'd keep my real number-one dime out where anyone could steal it, do you? You mean, this is phony? I wouldn't give you a nickel for that dime.
Very well.
We will trade.
This kid for that dime.
Well, don't just sit there! Let's take over the world! Oh, it's good to have everyone safe and sound.
- This is my real family, Miss Walters.
- What a story! "Millionaire gives up most prized possession to save his family.
" Who said I gave up my most prized possession? I got my real lucky dime back, the old switcheroo! And all it cost me was a dime! I didn't get rich by being stupid.
- What happened? - The spell backfired! That was a phony dime! My amulet isn't worth ten cents! You haven't seen the last of me, Scrooge McDuck! One way or another, I'll rule the world! She gets so carried away!