Chip 'n' Dale Rescue Rangers (1988–1990): Season 2, Episode 2 - Rescue Rangers to the Rescue: Part 2 - full transcript
At a Chinatown laundry, Fat Cat buys the #1 Siamese fighting fish.
♪♪
(THUNDER CRASHING)
(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)
♪ Sometimes some crimes
♪ Go slippin'
through the cracks
♪ But these two gumshoes
♪ Are pickin' up the slack
♪ There's no case too big,
no case too small
♪ When you need help,
just call
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale's
♪ Rescue Rangers
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ When there's danger
♪ No, no, it never fails
♪ 'Cause once
they're involved
♪ Somehow whatever's wrong
gets solved
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ Rescue Rangers
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ When there's danger
♪ No, no, it never fails
♪ They'll take the clues
♪ And find the wheres
and whys and whos
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ Rescue Rangers
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ When there's danger
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale ♪
NARRATOR:
Previously on Chip 'n Dale's
Rescue Rangers.
That scoundrel up ahead
stole the Clutchcoin
Ruby necklace.
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
All right, my lovely Fat Cat.
Now it's time
for you to make Drake's life
extremely uncomfortable.
I don't believe it!
The Detective,
a thief?
Take a moment
to appreciate it, gentlemen.
I got the ruby and
Drake got the blame.
Hey, maybe Dale
and I can do it.
You, do police work?
Wow, Fat Cat,
you got the ruby!
He has a gang?
(GASPS)
My ruby! Get them!
Now see what your goofing off
got us into?
I don't know who you are
and I don't care.
But when you cross Fat Cat,
you go splat.
I do hope they hose down
the sidewalk in the morning.
(CHUCKLING)
FAT CAT: Come on, boys.
We have an appointment
in Chinatown.
(CREAKING)
(GASPS)
Hey, Chip, uh,
maybe this detective
stuff isn't so easy.
Don't panic, Dale.
There's gotta be a way down.
I know there's a way down,
but I don't wanna take it!
DALE: I wanna go home!
CHIP: Pistachio!
I was afraid he'd do
something like that.
(SCREAMING)
I got you! I got you!
(CRASHING)
(CHITTERING)
Wowie zowie! Captain Spiffo
and the Attack of
the Tentacled Titan!
Now, who'd wanna
throw this away?
Will you quit goofing off?
Your fooling
around in the casino
almost got us killed!
Well, I-- I didn't mean to.
I was just...
Remember what Plato said.
This isn't a game!
We've got to get
that ruby back!
(CREAKING)
(THUDDING)
Are you sure you've got
the entire payment ready
for the twins?
Yes, sir, Fat Cat!
It's all right here.
Good. If they thought
we shortchanged them,
they'd hang our skins
out to dry.
But how are we
gonna get to Chinatown,
Fat Cat?
Simple. I ordered us a pizza.
I don't get it, boss.
Then close your mouth,
open your eyes
and look over there,
my little bumpkin.
Oh, come on.
Answer the door!
Answer the door!
Well, hurry up, hurry up.
Get in.
I should have known
it was a phony order.
Who'd want a pizza
with triple anchovies?
Oh, well. Next stop,
Chinatown.
Quick!
We've got to follow them!
I'll say! I'm starving.
Come on, walnut-head!
(EXCLAIMS)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Sir! Madam! Wait for me!
They're right in front of us!
Step on it.
You got it, Chipper.
Goodness!
I think I'm getting
the hang of this.
(RADIO CRACKLING)
Hey, Chip. Wanna dance?
Quit goofing around, Dale!
I'm trying to drive.
(SQUEALING)
(GRUNTING)
Dash it!
The lads aren't back yet.
(GRUNTS)
Oh,
something must have happened.
I shouldn't have sent them.
I've got to find a way out!
Hello? Pizza dude.
Anybody here?
Why do I get all
the practical jokers?
Tsk, tsk.
Humans are such
testy animals.
Absolutely no sense of humor.
Boy, this just hasn't
been my night.
BOTH: Oops!
PIZZA BOY: That's it. I quit.
Look.
Fat Cat went in there.
(PANTING)
Sir, madam, allow me.
Oh, Errol,
what a delightful ride.
Reminds me of our honeymoon.
Neat-o!
DALE: Hey, look, Chip.
I'm surfing!
(GASPS)
(CRASHING)
Cowabunga!
Some fun, huh, Chip?
Is that all
you can think about, fun?
First in the casino,
then in the car,
and now with that
stupid scrub brush!
All you want to do
is goof around!
But, Chip,
I thought you liked
goofing around, too.
Well, yeah, but not now!
I got serious work to do.
So why don't you
just go home?
B-But, Chip! Chip?
Now, to get that ruby.
So, you've come to bet
on the fighting fish?
The matches have
already started.
Fighting fish?
No. I have business
with the Siamese twins.
(GASPS)
Oh, the Siamese twins!
All right, hop on.
All aboard!
ANNOUNCER:
And now both boys are circling
in the middle of the ring.
Oh, there's a mean
left fin to the jaw!
And another and another.
What a grudge match.
(EXCLAIMING)
Now the champ has come
back with a nice hitch kick
to the gills.
There's an aquatic somersault,
and ka-pow!
It's all over
but the bubbling.
(CLAMORING)
Oh, can't we stay
and watch
the next match, boss?
It'd be fun.
No, Meps,
we'll have fun later
when I use you for
a scratching post.
(SOBBING)
Gee, maybe Chip's right.
Maybe I do goof
around too much.
But, doggone it,
that's what I do best!
Can I humbly help you?
Fat Cat here
to see the twins.
Please to be
waiting here kindly.
I shall announce you.
I'm going to get that ruby
if it's the last thing I do!
What if it is
the last thing I do?
(GONG PEALS)
Ah, at last.
CAT: Announcing
their most celestial
and important selves,
the Siamese twins!
Now remember, status
and dignity are everything
to these cats,
so let me do all the talking.
You sparrow-brains
just behave.
One improper move
and they'll slice us
to ribbons!
Ah, ladies! What an honor
to deal with you both.
BOTH: The honor is all ours,
Mr. Fat.
So, you have come
to purr-chase
the incomparable Juice Lee.
Yes,
he's a very important part
of my master plan.
BOTH: Ah, and you are
going to pay for it
with this?
Purr-fect, purr-fect.
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)
Uh...
Actually, uh, no.
This little trinket is mine.
(FAT CAT CLEARS THROAT)
Your payment is right here,
ladies.
The suitcase, the suitcase!
I believe it's all here.
Two hundred fins.
BOTH: Fishies!
And now for your purr-chase.
Presenting Juice Lee,
number one
Siamese fighting fish.
(EXCLAIMS)
Gee, he sure breaks
boards well, boss,
but how do we know
he can handle himself
in a fight?
Clam up, Mole!
BOTH: No, no. Your doubts
are understandable.
Purr-haps a demonstration
is in order.
Come, Mr. Fat!
Why can't they
just stay still?
Gosh, thanks.
(SNARLING)
At least they left me
the bone.
SIAMESE TWINS:
You see, Mr. Fat,
the piranha
is a most dangerous
and formidable fish.
Now we show you
what Juice Lee can do.
Uh, you're sure about this?
BOTH: Purr-fectly sure.
(ALL CLAMORING)
-(GRUMBLING)
-All right!
Come on, baby!
BOTH: You are satisfied,
Mr. Fat?
Purr-fectly.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a boat to catch.
Oh, no, you don't.
(BOTH GASP)
(RIPPING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(MUTTERING)
(COUGHING)
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)
Cowabunga!
(BOTH YELPING)
Dale, you came back!
Yeah.
No!
Thanks, Dale.
I'm sorry I yelled at you
for goofing off.
Oh, that's okay, Chip.
Without me, you'd have
to yell at yourself.
(LAUGHS)
(ALL CLAMORING)
BOTH: Enough
of this foolishness!
Destroy those chipmunks!
(BOTH GASPING)
Our fish!
Save them! Save them!
Partner, when it comes
to goofing off like that,
you can do it anytime.
This looks
like an excellent time
to exit this fiasco.
Last one to the docks
is a rotten swine.
Come on, Dale.
They're getting away!
Ah!
This ship looks large enough
for my plans.
But, boss, how are we gonna
get past those sailors?
Details, details.
Man,
there's nothing more boring
than standing watch.
What's that?
It's some sort of a fish.
Say, he's kind of cute.
BOTH: Hey!
BOTH: Ouch!
Bon voyage!
Now the ship is mine.
What does Fat Cat want
with a cargo boat?
Who cares? We just gotta
get that ruby.
Wonderful job, Juice Lee!
And with your continued help,
I'll soon have
this ship overflowing
with stolen fish.
But first, we must clear
out the cargo hold.
Meps, get me some rope.
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
W-What do we do now, Chip?
Well, this is just
a shot in the dark, Dale,
but I'd probably say,
don't let go!
MONTEREY: Crikey!
Where's that ruddy crowbar?
Thought I left it
under the pool table.
Oh, there it is.
Hurry along, Zipper, old pal.
We have a date with a crate.
(SQUEAKING)
There's only one thing
I like more than cheese,
nothin'.
Ah, cheddar! My favorite!
(SQUEAKING)
Well,
Swiss is my favorite, too.
(SQUEAKING)
Yes, and Gouda.
All right,
so they're all my favorite!
Right!
Cheese!
(CHIP AND DALE SCREAMING)
Hey, look, Chip,
we landed on something soft!
Whose blinkin' foot is this?
(LAUGHING)
Uh, sorry.
We didn't mean to drop in
like that, it's just that...
No one bushwhacks
Monterey Jack
and gets away with it!
Buzz off!
Hey, Zipper, buzz off!
(CHUCKLING)
Get it? "Buzz off!"
We can't let him
get away with that!
But, Chip,
what about the ruby?
We'll get the ruby, but first,
we're gonna get him!
Right!
(WHISPERING)
BOTH: Break!
That'll teach them to come
between a man and his cheese.
(SQUEAKING)
All right, all right,
a mouse and his cheese.
Don't get your wings
in a tangle.
Holy Emmenthaler!
What a waste of good Swiss.
So, it's a punch-up you want.
Well, you came
to the right bloke.
(MONTEREY LAUGHING)
(FIGHTING)
(SCREAMING)
Good fighters,
but no stayin' power.
Hmm. Pity.
(EXCLAIMS)
You know, I'm beginnin'
to like those guys.
What do you say, mates?
Shake hands?
What do you think?
Okay.
You boys have got
quite a punch there.
By the way, my name's Chip,
and this is Dale.
Pleased to meet you, boyos!
Monterey Jack's the name,
and hunting
cheese is my game.
I've sailed three oceans,
seven seas,
and a couple of puddles,
all in search of
the perfect wedge. Ha!
Come on back to my place,
and I'll throw another
shrimp on the fondue.
Is that where you live?
Too right! Been my home
since before I can remember.
Huh?
DALE: What's going on?
Fat Cat.
Hey, my house!
Hey, who's offloading
my house?
It's Fat Cat's gang!
Where do you want it,
Fat Cat?
No need to be neat.
I just want the hold empty.
Dump it overboard.
MONTEREY: Look out below!
My home! I can't let it sink.
No, Monterey! Don't.
Now, my little finny fighter,
it's time for you to lead
my underwater
fishing expedition.
What are you two gentlemen
waiting for?
What a catch.
(GRUNTING)
Hope there's enough
room in the hold.
(CHUCKLING) Like I always say,
one good tuna
deserves another,
and another and another
and another!
But, Fat Cat,
what are you going to do
with all them fishies?
Wart, Wart, Wart.
The answer is as simple
as you are.
If I own all
the fish in town,
then I'll be able to control
all the cats in town!
Chip, he's gone.
CHIP: He was a gallant mouse.
(WHOOPING)
(EXCLAIMS)
Gee, Monty, uh, we thought
you were a goner.
Takes more than an ocean
to stop me, mate!
But my trunk's gone
to Davy Jones' locker.
This was all I could save.
Monty, can you get us
back to the ship?
We've got to catch up
with Fat Cat!
If you mean that bucktoothed,
bandy-legged bozo
that sunk my house,
then I want
a piece of him, too!
If you need that ruby
to help a human out of jail,
it's your business.
But I'm not lettin'
that cat get away
with dumpin' my stuff.
All right, here's my plan.
Crikey, Chip, this is no time
for a plan!
It's time for some action!
But, Monterey...
Hey, get back here!
Sorry, mates,
but Monterey Jack takes
orders from no one!
He's going
to get himself hurt,
rushing in like that!
(EXCLAIMS)
(CHUCKLING) He missed.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
MOLE: Hey,
what's going on here?
(EXCLAIMING)
What are you dunderheads
doing down there?
I don't know, boss.
How many guesses do we get?
MONTEREY: Hey, fatso!
I'm gonna knock you
into next Tuesday!
Would you mind
stepping over here
for a moment?
Sure, boss. Why?
(WHOOPING
IN SURPRISE)
(GROWLING)
I am not a happy kitty.
And when I'm not happy,
I get mean!
CHIP AND DALE:
Coming through!
Oh, shucks,
we missed the ruby.
Thanks, buckos.
I guess I
should have listened
to your plan, Chipper.
Yep, Monty. That way,
nobody gets hurt.
(SCREAMING)
When I get my claws
on those two
troublemakers...
FAT CAT: Ah! My machine!
(WHOOPING)
You... You...
You've ruined my plans!
Yeah? And what are you going
to do about it, fish-breath?
I'll tell you what I...
(GASPING)
Run!
Guess old Monterey Jack
was too much for them!
(SQUEAKING)
CHIP: Maybe playing detectives
wasn't such
a good idea after all!
(NARRATOR SPEAKING)
(THUNDER CRASHING)
(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)
♪ Sometimes some crimes
♪ Go slippin'
through the cracks
♪ But these two gumshoes
♪ Are pickin' up the slack
♪ There's no case too big,
no case too small
♪ When you need help,
just call
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale's
♪ Rescue Rangers
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ When there's danger
♪ No, no, it never fails
♪ 'Cause once
they're involved
♪ Somehow whatever's wrong
gets solved
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ Rescue Rangers
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ When there's danger
♪ No, no, it never fails
♪ They'll take the clues
♪ And find the wheres
and whys and whos
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ Rescue Rangers
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale
♪ When there's danger
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale ♪
NARRATOR:
Previously on Chip 'n Dale's
Rescue Rangers.
That scoundrel up ahead
stole the Clutchcoin
Ruby necklace.
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
All right, my lovely Fat Cat.
Now it's time
for you to make Drake's life
extremely uncomfortable.
I don't believe it!
The Detective,
a thief?
Take a moment
to appreciate it, gentlemen.
I got the ruby and
Drake got the blame.
Hey, maybe Dale
and I can do it.
You, do police work?
Wow, Fat Cat,
you got the ruby!
He has a gang?
(GASPS)
My ruby! Get them!
Now see what your goofing off
got us into?
I don't know who you are
and I don't care.
But when you cross Fat Cat,
you go splat.
I do hope they hose down
the sidewalk in the morning.
(CHUCKLING)
FAT CAT: Come on, boys.
We have an appointment
in Chinatown.
(CREAKING)
(GASPS)
Hey, Chip, uh,
maybe this detective
stuff isn't so easy.
Don't panic, Dale.
There's gotta be a way down.
I know there's a way down,
but I don't wanna take it!
DALE: I wanna go home!
CHIP: Pistachio!
I was afraid he'd do
something like that.
(SCREAMING)
I got you! I got you!
(CRASHING)
(CHITTERING)
Wowie zowie! Captain Spiffo
and the Attack of
the Tentacled Titan!
Now, who'd wanna
throw this away?
Will you quit goofing off?
Your fooling
around in the casino
almost got us killed!
Well, I-- I didn't mean to.
I was just...
Remember what Plato said.
This isn't a game!
We've got to get
that ruby back!
(CREAKING)
(THUDDING)
Are you sure you've got
the entire payment ready
for the twins?
Yes, sir, Fat Cat!
It's all right here.
Good. If they thought
we shortchanged them,
they'd hang our skins
out to dry.
But how are we
gonna get to Chinatown,
Fat Cat?
Simple. I ordered us a pizza.
I don't get it, boss.
Then close your mouth,
open your eyes
and look over there,
my little bumpkin.
Oh, come on.
Answer the door!
Answer the door!
Well, hurry up, hurry up.
Get in.
I should have known
it was a phony order.
Who'd want a pizza
with triple anchovies?
Oh, well. Next stop,
Chinatown.
Quick!
We've got to follow them!
I'll say! I'm starving.
Come on, walnut-head!
(EXCLAIMS)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Sir! Madam! Wait for me!
They're right in front of us!
Step on it.
You got it, Chipper.
Goodness!
I think I'm getting
the hang of this.
(RADIO CRACKLING)
Hey, Chip. Wanna dance?
Quit goofing around, Dale!
I'm trying to drive.
(SQUEALING)
(GRUNTING)
Dash it!
The lads aren't back yet.
(GRUNTS)
Oh,
something must have happened.
I shouldn't have sent them.
I've got to find a way out!
Hello? Pizza dude.
Anybody here?
Why do I get all
the practical jokers?
Tsk, tsk.
Humans are such
testy animals.
Absolutely no sense of humor.
Boy, this just hasn't
been my night.
BOTH: Oops!
PIZZA BOY: That's it. I quit.
Look.
Fat Cat went in there.
(PANTING)
Sir, madam, allow me.
Oh, Errol,
what a delightful ride.
Reminds me of our honeymoon.
Neat-o!
DALE: Hey, look, Chip.
I'm surfing!
(GASPS)
(CRASHING)
Cowabunga!
Some fun, huh, Chip?
Is that all
you can think about, fun?
First in the casino,
then in the car,
and now with that
stupid scrub brush!
All you want to do
is goof around!
But, Chip,
I thought you liked
goofing around, too.
Well, yeah, but not now!
I got serious work to do.
So why don't you
just go home?
B-But, Chip! Chip?
Now, to get that ruby.
So, you've come to bet
on the fighting fish?
The matches have
already started.
Fighting fish?
No. I have business
with the Siamese twins.
(GASPS)
Oh, the Siamese twins!
All right, hop on.
All aboard!
ANNOUNCER:
And now both boys are circling
in the middle of the ring.
Oh, there's a mean
left fin to the jaw!
And another and another.
What a grudge match.
(EXCLAIMING)
Now the champ has come
back with a nice hitch kick
to the gills.
There's an aquatic somersault,
and ka-pow!
It's all over
but the bubbling.
(CLAMORING)
Oh, can't we stay
and watch
the next match, boss?
It'd be fun.
No, Meps,
we'll have fun later
when I use you for
a scratching post.
(SOBBING)
Gee, maybe Chip's right.
Maybe I do goof
around too much.
But, doggone it,
that's what I do best!
Can I humbly help you?
Fat Cat here
to see the twins.
Please to be
waiting here kindly.
I shall announce you.
I'm going to get that ruby
if it's the last thing I do!
What if it is
the last thing I do?
(GONG PEALS)
Ah, at last.
CAT: Announcing
their most celestial
and important selves,
the Siamese twins!
Now remember, status
and dignity are everything
to these cats,
so let me do all the talking.
You sparrow-brains
just behave.
One improper move
and they'll slice us
to ribbons!
Ah, ladies! What an honor
to deal with you both.
BOTH: The honor is all ours,
Mr. Fat.
So, you have come
to purr-chase
the incomparable Juice Lee.
Yes,
he's a very important part
of my master plan.
BOTH: Ah, and you are
going to pay for it
with this?
Purr-fect, purr-fect.
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)
Uh...
Actually, uh, no.
This little trinket is mine.
(FAT CAT CLEARS THROAT)
Your payment is right here,
ladies.
The suitcase, the suitcase!
I believe it's all here.
Two hundred fins.
BOTH: Fishies!
And now for your purr-chase.
Presenting Juice Lee,
number one
Siamese fighting fish.
(EXCLAIMS)
Gee, he sure breaks
boards well, boss,
but how do we know
he can handle himself
in a fight?
Clam up, Mole!
BOTH: No, no. Your doubts
are understandable.
Purr-haps a demonstration
is in order.
Come, Mr. Fat!
Why can't they
just stay still?
Gosh, thanks.
(SNARLING)
At least they left me
the bone.
SIAMESE TWINS:
You see, Mr. Fat,
the piranha
is a most dangerous
and formidable fish.
Now we show you
what Juice Lee can do.
Uh, you're sure about this?
BOTH: Purr-fectly sure.
(ALL CLAMORING)
-(GRUMBLING)
-All right!
Come on, baby!
BOTH: You are satisfied,
Mr. Fat?
Purr-fectly.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a boat to catch.
Oh, no, you don't.
(BOTH GASP)
(RIPPING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(MUTTERING)
(COUGHING)
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)
Cowabunga!
(BOTH YELPING)
Dale, you came back!
Yeah.
No!
Thanks, Dale.
I'm sorry I yelled at you
for goofing off.
Oh, that's okay, Chip.
Without me, you'd have
to yell at yourself.
(LAUGHS)
(ALL CLAMORING)
BOTH: Enough
of this foolishness!
Destroy those chipmunks!
(BOTH GASPING)
Our fish!
Save them! Save them!
Partner, when it comes
to goofing off like that,
you can do it anytime.
This looks
like an excellent time
to exit this fiasco.
Last one to the docks
is a rotten swine.
Come on, Dale.
They're getting away!
Ah!
This ship looks large enough
for my plans.
But, boss, how are we gonna
get past those sailors?
Details, details.
Man,
there's nothing more boring
than standing watch.
What's that?
It's some sort of a fish.
Say, he's kind of cute.
BOTH: Hey!
BOTH: Ouch!
Bon voyage!
Now the ship is mine.
What does Fat Cat want
with a cargo boat?
Who cares? We just gotta
get that ruby.
Wonderful job, Juice Lee!
And with your continued help,
I'll soon have
this ship overflowing
with stolen fish.
But first, we must clear
out the cargo hold.
Meps, get me some rope.
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
W-What do we do now, Chip?
Well, this is just
a shot in the dark, Dale,
but I'd probably say,
don't let go!
MONTEREY: Crikey!
Where's that ruddy crowbar?
Thought I left it
under the pool table.
Oh, there it is.
Hurry along, Zipper, old pal.
We have a date with a crate.
(SQUEAKING)
There's only one thing
I like more than cheese,
nothin'.
Ah, cheddar! My favorite!
(SQUEAKING)
Well,
Swiss is my favorite, too.
(SQUEAKING)
Yes, and Gouda.
All right,
so they're all my favorite!
Right!
Cheese!
(CHIP AND DALE SCREAMING)
Hey, look, Chip,
we landed on something soft!
Whose blinkin' foot is this?
(LAUGHING)
Uh, sorry.
We didn't mean to drop in
like that, it's just that...
No one bushwhacks
Monterey Jack
and gets away with it!
Buzz off!
Hey, Zipper, buzz off!
(CHUCKLING)
Get it? "Buzz off!"
We can't let him
get away with that!
But, Chip,
what about the ruby?
We'll get the ruby, but first,
we're gonna get him!
Right!
(WHISPERING)
BOTH: Break!
That'll teach them to come
between a man and his cheese.
(SQUEAKING)
All right, all right,
a mouse and his cheese.
Don't get your wings
in a tangle.
Holy Emmenthaler!
What a waste of good Swiss.
So, it's a punch-up you want.
Well, you came
to the right bloke.
(MONTEREY LAUGHING)
(FIGHTING)
(SCREAMING)
Good fighters,
but no stayin' power.
Hmm. Pity.
(EXCLAIMS)
You know, I'm beginnin'
to like those guys.
What do you say, mates?
Shake hands?
What do you think?
Okay.
You boys have got
quite a punch there.
By the way, my name's Chip,
and this is Dale.
Pleased to meet you, boyos!
Monterey Jack's the name,
and hunting
cheese is my game.
I've sailed three oceans,
seven seas,
and a couple of puddles,
all in search of
the perfect wedge. Ha!
Come on back to my place,
and I'll throw another
shrimp on the fondue.
Is that where you live?
Too right! Been my home
since before I can remember.
Huh?
DALE: What's going on?
Fat Cat.
Hey, my house!
Hey, who's offloading
my house?
It's Fat Cat's gang!
Where do you want it,
Fat Cat?
No need to be neat.
I just want the hold empty.
Dump it overboard.
MONTEREY: Look out below!
My home! I can't let it sink.
No, Monterey! Don't.
Now, my little finny fighter,
it's time for you to lead
my underwater
fishing expedition.
What are you two gentlemen
waiting for?
What a catch.
(GRUNTING)
Hope there's enough
room in the hold.
(CHUCKLING) Like I always say,
one good tuna
deserves another,
and another and another
and another!
But, Fat Cat,
what are you going to do
with all them fishies?
Wart, Wart, Wart.
The answer is as simple
as you are.
If I own all
the fish in town,
then I'll be able to control
all the cats in town!
Chip, he's gone.
CHIP: He was a gallant mouse.
(WHOOPING)
(EXCLAIMS)
Gee, Monty, uh, we thought
you were a goner.
Takes more than an ocean
to stop me, mate!
But my trunk's gone
to Davy Jones' locker.
This was all I could save.
Monty, can you get us
back to the ship?
We've got to catch up
with Fat Cat!
If you mean that bucktoothed,
bandy-legged bozo
that sunk my house,
then I want
a piece of him, too!
If you need that ruby
to help a human out of jail,
it's your business.
But I'm not lettin'
that cat get away
with dumpin' my stuff.
All right, here's my plan.
Crikey, Chip, this is no time
for a plan!
It's time for some action!
But, Monterey...
Hey, get back here!
Sorry, mates,
but Monterey Jack takes
orders from no one!
He's going
to get himself hurt,
rushing in like that!
(EXCLAIMS)
(CHUCKLING) He missed.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
MOLE: Hey,
what's going on here?
(EXCLAIMING)
What are you dunderheads
doing down there?
I don't know, boss.
How many guesses do we get?
MONTEREY: Hey, fatso!
I'm gonna knock you
into next Tuesday!
Would you mind
stepping over here
for a moment?
Sure, boss. Why?
(WHOOPING
IN SURPRISE)
(GROWLING)
I am not a happy kitty.
And when I'm not happy,
I get mean!
CHIP AND DALE:
Coming through!
Oh, shucks,
we missed the ruby.
Thanks, buckos.
I guess I
should have listened
to your plan, Chipper.
Yep, Monty. That way,
nobody gets hurt.
(SCREAMING)
When I get my claws
on those two
troublemakers...
FAT CAT: Ah! My machine!
(WHOOPING)
You... You...
You've ruined my plans!
Yeah? And what are you going
to do about it, fish-breath?
I'll tell you what I...
(GASPING)
Run!
Guess old Monterey Jack
was too much for them!
(SQUEAKING)
CHIP: Maybe playing detectives
wasn't such
a good idea after all!
(NARRATOR SPEAKING)