Well, Huey's gone sea-mad. We're dead.
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
[after Mitzy saves Fethry, Huey, and Dewey]
She saved him! She saved all of us! She truly is-
The Dewnificent Krilldebeest. Write that down in your book. Did you get it? Did you hear what I said?
Uh, sure.
No, come on, write it. It's science now.
[Launchpad is dressed in aquatic armor, and holding a trident]
Farewell, sweet Oceanika. Whenever I put a conch shell to my ear, I won't hear the ocean, I'll hear your-
Uh, Launchpad, what happened to you?
Oh. Just ran into an old friend, snorkeled around, saw some... sea stuff.
The Three Caballeros. Donald's old college band. They practiced their polyphonic pandemonium in my garage for hours on end. Ah, the next time you complain about bagpipes, just imagine trying to sleep while your uncle saws away at an accordion.
Tell us everything embarrassing about Uncle Donald!
JJose
[kneels down] Embarrassing? Your uncle was the cool one! Always off on globetrotting adventures.
Breathe, just breathe.
I've done nothing with my life! I'm a failure!
Awww, that never bothered you before.
Uncle Donald, you're very successful! You raised three boys and a rich in love. Isn't that the true measure of success?
DSDonald & Scrooge
No!
Huey, you gotta help me!
Help you? Well, I have been looking to earn my improve theater merit badge… How about you play the part of someone successful?
Lie? Perfect!
Nonsense. You do what you want, but I will not help you lie to impress that band of braggartios.
If you blow up our cover, Jose will probably get mad and you'll have to pay for this trip yourself.
Donald, we have to lie to your friends, ya hear?!
Just keep it small and simple. Sorry, everyone. Uncle Donald had a, um, very important business call.
From McDuck Enterprises, my company. I'm a billionaire.
The same Donald, who searched our couch cushions for corn chips, now owns McDuck Enterprises?
Yes… and, he's taking over the family business so Scrooge can retire.
Geh?
'Cause he's so old. Very, very old.
[translating the Drosera occidendum's inscription in English] "Long ago, an invading force let a bloody massacre that left the town empty. From the wreckage, a single flower grew, proving that no matter how terrible a tragedy, life will always find a way to bloom anew. Now, the town celebrates this triumph every year." Or something like that. My Portuguese is a little enferrujado.
Webby, get out of the way, you're ruining my shot with your story!
My story provides context for your photo!
Of course. This is a moment of a cultural significance. Louie, get a full-body shot. Hit it.
Okay, now look thoughtful. No, not confused. Oh, okay, don't move. That's the stuff!
Why?! Why?! Why?!
Why do our journeys cosmically intersect like Damon and Pythias?
No, why are you here?!
Oh, Father Zeus grew agitated with my lute playing so he rained a hail of harpies upon my merriment causing much chaos in Maceduckia. As punishment for my childish gaiety, Father cast me out and ordered me to become a responsible adult. So I thought who better to teach me than the most responsible man I know.
Oh.
So, how long do you plan to stay?
Why, until I become a responsible adult like you. Roommate responsibilities. What hallowed creed be this? Quiet hours from seven to six. Hmm, don't use my toothpaste. Uh-huh.
And pay the rent on time.
Rent? Why I assumed I'd pay with good cheer and eternal friendship, oh hoy! "Friendship is not money." Hmm.
You need a job!
By Helios's chariot, a job. That sounds most responsible.
Della's not here. I think she was attacked. [Donald licks a tree with a red stain on it. Dewey exclaims in disgust]
Attacked by a case of the munchies. It's just jelly.
What would you have done if it wasn't?
Merry Christmas, boys. I'll see you soon.
[unable to move the debris from her leg] Ah, phooey.
[Huey, Dewey, Webby are all sitting silently in the living room with Djinn]
So, um, Mr. Djinn, could I get you something while you wait? A Pep?
DDjinn
[gets up from the chair] I am in no mood for Pep. I seek only the Lamp of the First Genie. [opens a scroll, revealing a drawing of the lamp] A sacred relic of untold value that the last of my line has sworn to protect for all time. Today on the eve of the Ifrits Dawn, my quest must come to a triumphant conclusion… [gets into the kids' faces] or the consequences may be dire.
How about a Diet Pep?
Nope, gross. Old people romance, bleh.
We weren't old back then.
It's impossible to picture you young.
Goldie was and remains a pain in my pen feathers. No romance there.
So there's no getting mushy, no kissing, no hand holding?
Well… [cut back to the past, where Scrooge and Goldie are wrestling each other holding hands] You coffee-boiling bunkle artist!
You hard-cased old croaker!
MMarshal
Oh, good! You two know each other! I want to remind y'all once more that the town hall meeting is tomorrow. Um, farewell?
You're encroaching on my pay dirt!
How do you know I didn't find the claim first and you're stealing from me?!
Is that true?!
No. I followed you here to steal your gold. But the fact that you didn't think the opposite is hurtful, Scroogie.
Gah! Take a right, Goldie! I've had enough of your babbling bazo.
[Back to the present]
Whoa. Can we cut back on the old prospector slang a bit?
[Back to the past]
Get lost, dude! You're killing my vibe, man!
[voice-over] Nope, uh-uh. That's worse. Just go on.
I'm not going anywhere, ya tightwad!
Then you'll have to race me to the motherlode, 'cause I'm working day and night until I find that gold! [Goldie throws a pickax, which hits his foot] Gah, OW!
You'll need that, hon, 'cause I just bought out all the town's dynamite.
You need a name. The Gilded Gift? The Thank You Kindly? [gasps] The Big Rock of Gold? No, the Rockerduck Nugget. I mean, why overthink it?
That's the McDuck Nugget! What's the meaning of this thievery?!
Don't mind this rube. So! [seizes Rockerduck] What the meaning of this pilfering!?
Thievery? Pilfering? Oh, no, I'm putting the humble boomtown of… What is it? Gut punch?
SMSheriff Marshall
Gumption!
Ah, Gumption, on the map. Make it one of the shining mega-cities of the American West! I've invested heavily in this charming burb with its sand and tumble weeds and weathered sun-burnt faces. And all I asked for in return is the right to drill a tiny hole in the center of town.
But I staked a claim on this plot months ago!
Yes, but if I own the town, I own everything in it and under it.
Do you know who you're messing with? That's the Buckaroo of the Badlands, the Maverick of the Montana Cattle Wars, the legendary Scrooge McDuck! You cross him and get ready for a cross hook across your jaw! Ain't that right?
[stepping in front of her] I'll make the declarations from here. [to Rockerduck] Get you're plundering paws off my caches.
You going to take that guff from this foolish, mangy, flea-bitten peasant? Put his filthy mitts all over your finely pressed suit?
[laughs] That would cost you, small-timer. I studied Queensbury rules. Put up your dukes. Jab, jab. Uppercut. Cross. I'll butter your bean.
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