Chip 'n' Dale Rescue Rangers (1988–1990): Season 2, Episode 26 - The Last Leprechaun - full transcript
The Rangers crash-land the Ranger Plane in Ireland.
♪♪
♪ 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
♪ 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 ♪
CHIP: Where are we?
DALE: Offhand,
I'd say in a fog.
I'd suggest
landing the Ranger Plane
but I'm not sure
we could find the ground.
Yeah, I'm sorry, mates,
but I sure appreciate
you comin' to England
to help me
find me ancestral haunts.
Haunts is right.
If I never see
another creepy castle
or spooky old mansion,
it'll be too soon.
Do you see anything, Gadget?
Yeah, but I wish I didn't.
(ALL SCREAMING)
Hang on, Dale!
I am hanging on
but it's letting go.
(THUDDING)
(LAUGHING)
Short trip.
Everybody okay?
Come on, we've gotta find
some cloth and wood
to repair those wings.
Let's fix the plane
and get out of here.
Hello in there!
(ECHOING) Hello in there!
-(CHUCKLES)
You're a handsome fella!
-Thanks.
Look, a shamrock.
(PLANTS RUSTLING)
I bet we've landed
in Ireland.
(HORSE APPROACHING)
(ALL GASPING)
(IN IRISH ACCENT)
And would it be
askin' too much
for you to get
out of me way, then?
Yep, we're in Ireland.
Where are you going?
Away from here,
if you please.
I've no desire to be caught up
in the witchery that's comin'.
(STAMMERING) Witchery?
The dark forces
are strong tonight.
Only just now,
I heard a great crashin'
in the trees.
No!
Don't be silly. That was us.
-Maybe it wasn't.
-'Twas the banshee.
I'll be gettin' on me way.
Watch out
for the little people.
Who's she calling
"little people"?
She was, uh, talkin'
about the leprechauns,
the little people
who live in the forests
of Ireland.
Oh, Monterey,
you're pulling my tail.
MONTEREY: And if you
catch one, you get to keep
their pot of gold.
Gold?
LEPRECHAUN: (GRUNTING)
Oh, begorra!
It's so difficult
to hide me pot of gold
when I'm all alone.
Oh, what a beautiful sight
and nary a soul
to share it with.
Oh, what I wouldn't give
for someone to talk to.
Ah!
(SAWING)
One more strip
and we'll have enough bark
for the wings.
(SQUEAKING)
Hey, Dale, quit loafin'
and lend us a hand.
I'm not loafing.
I'm looking for a leprechaun.
I wanna get that pot of gold.
Saints be praised!
Company!
CHIP: But, Dale,
we gotta fix
the Ranger Plane.
If I get that pot of gold,
I'll buy us a new one.
I was only foolin' you,
Dale, old chum.
There's no such things
as leprechauns.
Really?
But there still might be
a pot of gold.
Oh, he's right, laddie.
There's no such thing
as leprechauns.
Oh, he doesn't...
Huh? A leprechaun!
Oh, that's no way
to catch a leprechaun.
(LAUGHING) No, this is how
you catch a leprechaun.
I got him! I got him!
(LAUGHS)
No, laddie, I have you.
(LEPRECHAUN LAUGHING)
Faith and begorra!
I'll never be lonely again.
DALE: Got you!
DALE: I got him!
Lookit, guys, I got him!
CHIP: Just ignore him.
Here, here, now,
there's no need for that.
Uh, Darby Spree,
King of the Leprechauns,
at your service.
Are you really
a leprechaun?
Oh, that I am. That I am.
And this furry little fellow's
caught me fair and square.
I want that pot of gold.
All in good time, laddie,
but if ye be so kind
as to oblige me,
I must pop round to me home.
Careful, Dale,
leprechauns are sneaky ones.
Oh, don't tell me
you'd not be wantin' to see
the grand hall
of the leprechauns,
a place no mortal eyes
have ever beheld.
Yeah, that's where
you keep your pot of gold.
Let's go!
So I was wrong.
Ah, here we are.
How are we gonna get in?
So you believe in me gold
but not in me powers, eh?
Come on in, darlings.
-How?
-DARBY: Like this.
Now, where did I put
that lamp?
Uh, beggin' your pardon
for the shabby housekeepin',
but it's not often
I have visitors here.
All right, we visited.
Now, where's that pot of gold?
Oh, keep your shirt on.
Surely we've time
for a tune first.
Now, would you know
The Clantons
and the O'Briens?
We don't know
how to play.
Oh, that's all right.
The instruments do.
(TRADITIONAL IRISH MUSIC
PLAYING)
Ah, that's a fine tune, it is.
A fine tune.
(BANSHEE SHRIEKING)
BANSHEE: It must be hidden
somewhere near here.
Begorra!
It's in there. It must be.
At last, the magic gold
of King Darby is mine.
I've been
all over this place
and I haven't seen
any other leprechauns.
All right, Darby,
what happened to all
the other leprechauns?
(MUSIC STOPS)
Uh, I'd rather not
talk about it.
So you are the only one?
Aye, all alone,
and I hope you'll not mind me
indulgin' meself.
'Tis good to be havin'
a bit of company
after all these centuries.
What about my gold?
I...
Well, I feared that you knew,
you bein' such an expert
on leprechauns and all.
Knew what?
Well, once you enter
the lair of the little folk,
you can never leave.
We'll just see about that.
You tricked me!
Oh, not on purpose.
I--I only wanted
some company.
A-A-Another tune perhaps?
(MUSIC RESUMES)
This is all your fault!
Now, Dale, old chum.
Leading me on
with stories of gold
and full moons.
It's all bunk!
(MUSIC STOPS)
Saints preserve us!
Something's happenin'
with me magical pot of gold.
Yeah, I'm not getting it!
But--But someone else
might be.
Oh, great. Now what do we do?
We get out of here.
-How?
-Through that hole.
I can't jump that high.
Let's get to work.
(EXCLAIMS) Druella O'Midas,
that devil woman!
You stole
me magical pot of gold!
Oh, I bet she sent
those mangy little mortals
to help her.
Keepin' me distracted
while she stole me gold.
I'll get even with them.
Make for that hole, Zipper.
(SQUEAKING)
We'll be free
in a minute.
(ALL SCREAMING)
So you're in league
with that--that witch, eh?
What are you
talking about?
And don't be pullin' the wool
over this leprechaun's eyes.
You'll pay
for your shameful ways,
you will.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
I'll just keep squeezin' you
till you confess
to your wicked crime.
Confess, you will,
before I'm through with you.
What are you
talking about?
None of that, now.
There's no escapin'
from leprechaun magic.
It's happenin'.
Me magic's fadin' away.
Wait, Chip,
the door's sealed
by leprechaun magic.
You'll never get through it.
Well, what do you know?
What got into
that Darby anyhow?
CHIP: He flew off the handle
for no reason.
Could it be they didn't help
steal me gold?
(LAUGHING)
Hang about, mates.
Don't be runnin' off
like that.
(WIND BLOWING)
At last, the magic gold
of King Darby is mine.
It will be the crown jewel
of my collection.
(BELL RINGING)
Ah! Glitterin' gold
from me own private mine.
Only eight pounds?
There must be a way to make
those wretched little beggars
work harder.
MONTEREY: Let's get
the plane fixed and get out
of this haunted forest.
Just be thankful
we've seen the last of...
DARBY: Say, there, mateys.
...Darby.
Look, little pal,
you caught me fair and square,
you did fine.
-So let's...
-Oh, no.
You're not gonna
fool me again.
Good for you, Dale.
Nothin' to fear, mates.
Without his gold,
his magic is fadin' fast.
Oh. Well,
there's only one way.
All right, I give.
You got me, pal.
Let go! I don't want you!
Oh, you win.
You've got me
lyin' here helpless.
This is just another one
of your tricks.
All right, I'll admit it.
I deceived you.
But now you're free,
and it's your help
I'm pleadin' for.
I wouldn't trust you now
if you promised
to give me your gold
on a silver platter.
(STAMMERING)
But, Dale, me lad,
that's what I'm sayin'.
To help me,
you've got to get me gold.
Well,
why didn't you say so?
-Let's go get it!
-Oh, no!
Well, come on,
we gotta save Dale
from himself, again.
DARBY: Here we are,
then, lads.
What the heck
are we doing here?
Goin' in there
to get me gold.
-That's where it is?
-Aye.
-Me first.
-Dale, wait!
Come on, after him.
Just watch out
for the old woman.
She's a crafty one.
This place is loaded
with gold!
(GASPING)
There it is,
me magical pot of gold.
Oh, boy, oh, boy!
Let me at it!
(GRUNTING)
Dale, don't be a jerk.
You can't move that thing
by yourself.
Says you!
DRUELLA: So, at last,
you come a-callin',
Darby Spree.
Not even your woodland friends
will be able to help you.
(SHRIEKING)
(GRUNTING)
Who is that woman?
(STAMMERING) Well, you see,
she's the Queen
of the Banshees.
Look out for her scream.
It'll tear you to pieces.
(SHRIEKING)
(POT CRASHING)
You'll not be
gettin' away from me
that easily, Darby.
Oh, you have
me gold, Druella.
Why would you be wantin'
insignificant little me?
Because, Darby Spree,
you are the last
of the leprechauns!
(SCREAMING)
One by one,
I've captured your kind
until you alone remain
to threaten me.
Soon, I,
the Queen of the Banshees,
will be
the wealthiest creature
in all of Ireland.
Not to mention the ugliest.
(GASPING)
(COUGHING)
She's not looking this way.
Now is our chance
to get the pot of gold.
Forget the gold
and start worrying
about your neck.
(DRUELLA SHRIEKING)
You can't hide from me
forever, Darby.
DARBY: (LAUGHING) No,
but I can have fun tryin'.
Come on, help me
get my pot of gold
out of here.
Your gold? Why, if I have
any magic left, I'll...
There you are.
If it's me pot of gold
you be wantin',
then it's all yours.
And you can have the job
of protectin' it.
Huh?
The King of the Leprechauns
is mine.
Well, wait! No!
(SCREAMING)
Dale!
Finally, I have captured
the last of the leprechauns.
CHIP: Hold on, there.
What happened to Dale?
What did you do to him?
Begone, you mangy creatures.
Oh, dear, me magic's gone.
I may as well level with you.
For hundreds of years,
the banshee has hunted down
me fellow little people,
and she'd have thrown me
in that hole.
Me, last of the leprechauns.
So you let her
throw in Dale instead,
you little creep.
Well, he asked for it.
He did not.
You tricked him.
You led him on
every step of the way.
(GULPING)
Aye, I suppose I did.
And you're gonna help
get him back.
Ha! And how are we
supposed to do that
with nary a drop
of magic power among us?
We'll just have to get
your magic back
if that's what it takes
to save Dale.
What is the source
of your magic, anyway?
DARBY: It's me gold, you see.
Ever since she took it,
me powers have been fadin'.
If it's not returned
to a safe hidin' place
by the risin' of the sun,
me magic will be gone
for good.
Then that's what we'll do.
Ha! That pot weighs a ton,
it does.
How are you gonna
move it, then?
-Gadget?
-Improbable.
Uh, don't you mean,
uh, "impossible"?
Of course not, Monty,
nothing's impossible.
(PICKAXES BANGING)
(GROANING)
Where am I?
Gold?
Aw, who needs it?
Gold's what got me
into this mess
in the first place.
Would you mind
bringin' those nuggets up,
lad?
Thank you, laddie.
Oy, you're no leprechaun
at all.
Uh-uh. But what are you
all doing down here?
She hunted us all down,
that banshee did,
forcin' us to work
her gold mines for her.
But why don't you all
just climb in that elevator?
And when she opens it up,
grab her.
Save your strength, son.
As soon as she'd seen us,
she'd let loose
with that awful banshee wail
of hers.
Well, I'm a Rescue Ranger
and I'm not giving up.
Me boy,
there's no power on earth
that can withstand the echo
of that banshee's wail.
Echo? That's it.
Can you beat this stuff
into flat sheets?
I suppose.
Gold is soft enough.
But what earthly good is this
against the banshee?
You'll see.
Come on, everybody,
grab all the gold you can
and bring it to the elevator!
GADGET: Maybe we'll find
something we can use
in here.
GADGET:
Now, everybody split up
and look for something
we can carry
a pot of gold in.
-How about this, Gadget?
-Uh-uh.
Too heavy to move.
(SQUEAKING)
Good idea, Zipper.
Maybe there's somethin'
hidden inside.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Appears to be a mite stuck.
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
Monty, be careful.
We hit the jackpot!
Fireworks?
What good are they?
Well, if we ever manage
to get Dale and the pot
of gold back,
we can celebrate in style.
Hey, guys!
We can use those big rockets
as propulsion.
Help me carry them over here.
Well, okay, love,
but it would have been
one bonzer party.
Okay, it's done.
Now everyone help me roll it.
(GRUNTING)
I sure hope this works,
Gadget, love.
You think
the gunpowder's still good
in these rockets?
There should be enough kick
left in 'em
to blast that gold
back to the forest.
Well, let's start a-blastin'.
Everybody inside?
Aye.
Then ring that bell!
(RINGING)
More gold? Already?
That's the kind of work
I like to see.
Blast off!
Now, remember,
you must get the gold
to its hidin' place
in the forest.
Got it.
And you must hurry.
The sun's a-risin'.
Now, for my...
Leprechauns!
Wretched creatures,
you'll pay for befoolin' me.
(SHRIEKING)
(CRASHING)
You little beast!
(ROCKETS FIRING)
What?
Me gold!
Hang on, Zipper.
Uh-oh.
You just sealed
your doom, beasties.
(MONTEREY WHOOPING)
We did it.
Now we gotta find
a hidin' place.
(SQUEAKING)
Now, you devils,
meet your doom.
DALE: Not so fast, bigmouth.
DRUELLA: How convenient.
I'll just be rid
of the lot of you then.
Be ready to hit her
with your magic, men.
Oh, I only hope Monterey Jack
got the pot back safe.
(GRUNTING) This better be
a perfect bull's-eye.
(GASPING) Begorra!
Nothin'.
(MONTEREY AND ZIPPER
GROANING)
One good
push!
(POT CRASHING)
We did it!
Darby, you big buffoon!
All right, men,
let's be rid of her.
(SHRIEKING)
(SCREAMING)
(ALL CHEERING)
We did it! We did it!
We rid the world
of that evil banshee.
And we're back together,
old mates,
after hundreds of years.
I've got me friends back.
I've got me gold back.
And I got my clothes back.
(ALL CHEERING)
Hey, look.
"To the best friends
a leprechaun ever had.
"Thanks from the bottom
of me heart, Darby Spree."
Well, what do you know?
He finally did us
a good turn after all.
(RANGER PLANE CHUGGING)
GADGET: I'm glad
you finally got over
your gold bug, Dale.
Oh, yeah,
look at what happened
to those poor little guys.
Gold is nothing but trouble.
Good for you.
Now, silver, that's where
the real money is.
Why, if we got
enough silver together,
we could do anything.
I can see it now.
"Rescue Ranger Enterprises."
We'll be rich...
(THUDDING)
(MUFFLED CHATTERING)
♪ 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
♪ 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 ♪
CHIP: Where are we?
DALE: Offhand,
I'd say in a fog.
I'd suggest
landing the Ranger Plane
but I'm not sure
we could find the ground.
Yeah, I'm sorry, mates,
but I sure appreciate
you comin' to England
to help me
find me ancestral haunts.
Haunts is right.
If I never see
another creepy castle
or spooky old mansion,
it'll be too soon.
Do you see anything, Gadget?
Yeah, but I wish I didn't.
(ALL SCREAMING)
Hang on, Dale!
I am hanging on
but it's letting go.
(THUDDING)
(LAUGHING)
Short trip.
Everybody okay?
Come on, we've gotta find
some cloth and wood
to repair those wings.
Let's fix the plane
and get out of here.
Hello in there!
(ECHOING) Hello in there!
-(CHUCKLES)
You're a handsome fella!
-Thanks.
Look, a shamrock.
(PLANTS RUSTLING)
I bet we've landed
in Ireland.
(HORSE APPROACHING)
(ALL GASPING)
(IN IRISH ACCENT)
And would it be
askin' too much
for you to get
out of me way, then?
Yep, we're in Ireland.
Where are you going?
Away from here,
if you please.
I've no desire to be caught up
in the witchery that's comin'.
(STAMMERING) Witchery?
The dark forces
are strong tonight.
Only just now,
I heard a great crashin'
in the trees.
No!
Don't be silly. That was us.
-Maybe it wasn't.
-'Twas the banshee.
I'll be gettin' on me way.
Watch out
for the little people.
Who's she calling
"little people"?
She was, uh, talkin'
about the leprechauns,
the little people
who live in the forests
of Ireland.
Oh, Monterey,
you're pulling my tail.
MONTEREY: And if you
catch one, you get to keep
their pot of gold.
Gold?
LEPRECHAUN: (GRUNTING)
Oh, begorra!
It's so difficult
to hide me pot of gold
when I'm all alone.
Oh, what a beautiful sight
and nary a soul
to share it with.
Oh, what I wouldn't give
for someone to talk to.
Ah!
(SAWING)
One more strip
and we'll have enough bark
for the wings.
(SQUEAKING)
Hey, Dale, quit loafin'
and lend us a hand.
I'm not loafing.
I'm looking for a leprechaun.
I wanna get that pot of gold.
Saints be praised!
Company!
CHIP: But, Dale,
we gotta fix
the Ranger Plane.
If I get that pot of gold,
I'll buy us a new one.
I was only foolin' you,
Dale, old chum.
There's no such things
as leprechauns.
Really?
But there still might be
a pot of gold.
Oh, he's right, laddie.
There's no such thing
as leprechauns.
Oh, he doesn't...
Huh? A leprechaun!
Oh, that's no way
to catch a leprechaun.
(LAUGHING) No, this is how
you catch a leprechaun.
I got him! I got him!
(LAUGHS)
No, laddie, I have you.
(LEPRECHAUN LAUGHING)
Faith and begorra!
I'll never be lonely again.
DALE: Got you!
DALE: I got him!
Lookit, guys, I got him!
CHIP: Just ignore him.
Here, here, now,
there's no need for that.
Uh, Darby Spree,
King of the Leprechauns,
at your service.
Are you really
a leprechaun?
Oh, that I am. That I am.
And this furry little fellow's
caught me fair and square.
I want that pot of gold.
All in good time, laddie,
but if ye be so kind
as to oblige me,
I must pop round to me home.
Careful, Dale,
leprechauns are sneaky ones.
Oh, don't tell me
you'd not be wantin' to see
the grand hall
of the leprechauns,
a place no mortal eyes
have ever beheld.
Yeah, that's where
you keep your pot of gold.
Let's go!
So I was wrong.
Ah, here we are.
How are we gonna get in?
So you believe in me gold
but not in me powers, eh?
Come on in, darlings.
-How?
-DARBY: Like this.
Now, where did I put
that lamp?
Uh, beggin' your pardon
for the shabby housekeepin',
but it's not often
I have visitors here.
All right, we visited.
Now, where's that pot of gold?
Oh, keep your shirt on.
Surely we've time
for a tune first.
Now, would you know
The Clantons
and the O'Briens?
We don't know
how to play.
Oh, that's all right.
The instruments do.
(TRADITIONAL IRISH MUSIC
PLAYING)
Ah, that's a fine tune, it is.
A fine tune.
(BANSHEE SHRIEKING)
BANSHEE: It must be hidden
somewhere near here.
Begorra!
It's in there. It must be.
At last, the magic gold
of King Darby is mine.
I've been
all over this place
and I haven't seen
any other leprechauns.
All right, Darby,
what happened to all
the other leprechauns?
(MUSIC STOPS)
Uh, I'd rather not
talk about it.
So you are the only one?
Aye, all alone,
and I hope you'll not mind me
indulgin' meself.
'Tis good to be havin'
a bit of company
after all these centuries.
What about my gold?
I...
Well, I feared that you knew,
you bein' such an expert
on leprechauns and all.
Knew what?
Well, once you enter
the lair of the little folk,
you can never leave.
We'll just see about that.
You tricked me!
Oh, not on purpose.
I--I only wanted
some company.
A-A-Another tune perhaps?
(MUSIC RESUMES)
This is all your fault!
Now, Dale, old chum.
Leading me on
with stories of gold
and full moons.
It's all bunk!
(MUSIC STOPS)
Saints preserve us!
Something's happenin'
with me magical pot of gold.
Yeah, I'm not getting it!
But--But someone else
might be.
Oh, great. Now what do we do?
We get out of here.
-How?
-Through that hole.
I can't jump that high.
Let's get to work.
(EXCLAIMS) Druella O'Midas,
that devil woman!
You stole
me magical pot of gold!
Oh, I bet she sent
those mangy little mortals
to help her.
Keepin' me distracted
while she stole me gold.
I'll get even with them.
Make for that hole, Zipper.
(SQUEAKING)
We'll be free
in a minute.
(ALL SCREAMING)
So you're in league
with that--that witch, eh?
What are you
talking about?
And don't be pullin' the wool
over this leprechaun's eyes.
You'll pay
for your shameful ways,
you will.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
I'll just keep squeezin' you
till you confess
to your wicked crime.
Confess, you will,
before I'm through with you.
What are you
talking about?
None of that, now.
There's no escapin'
from leprechaun magic.
It's happenin'.
Me magic's fadin' away.
Wait, Chip,
the door's sealed
by leprechaun magic.
You'll never get through it.
Well, what do you know?
What got into
that Darby anyhow?
CHIP: He flew off the handle
for no reason.
Could it be they didn't help
steal me gold?
(LAUGHING)
Hang about, mates.
Don't be runnin' off
like that.
(WIND BLOWING)
At last, the magic gold
of King Darby is mine.
It will be the crown jewel
of my collection.
(BELL RINGING)
Ah! Glitterin' gold
from me own private mine.
Only eight pounds?
There must be a way to make
those wretched little beggars
work harder.
MONTEREY: Let's get
the plane fixed and get out
of this haunted forest.
Just be thankful
we've seen the last of...
DARBY: Say, there, mateys.
...Darby.
Look, little pal,
you caught me fair and square,
you did fine.
-So let's...
-Oh, no.
You're not gonna
fool me again.
Good for you, Dale.
Nothin' to fear, mates.
Without his gold,
his magic is fadin' fast.
Oh. Well,
there's only one way.
All right, I give.
You got me, pal.
Let go! I don't want you!
Oh, you win.
You've got me
lyin' here helpless.
This is just another one
of your tricks.
All right, I'll admit it.
I deceived you.
But now you're free,
and it's your help
I'm pleadin' for.
I wouldn't trust you now
if you promised
to give me your gold
on a silver platter.
(STAMMERING)
But, Dale, me lad,
that's what I'm sayin'.
To help me,
you've got to get me gold.
Well,
why didn't you say so?
-Let's go get it!
-Oh, no!
Well, come on,
we gotta save Dale
from himself, again.
DARBY: Here we are,
then, lads.
What the heck
are we doing here?
Goin' in there
to get me gold.
-That's where it is?
-Aye.
-Me first.
-Dale, wait!
Come on, after him.
Just watch out
for the old woman.
She's a crafty one.
This place is loaded
with gold!
(GASPING)
There it is,
me magical pot of gold.
Oh, boy, oh, boy!
Let me at it!
(GRUNTING)
Dale, don't be a jerk.
You can't move that thing
by yourself.
Says you!
DRUELLA: So, at last,
you come a-callin',
Darby Spree.
Not even your woodland friends
will be able to help you.
(SHRIEKING)
(GRUNTING)
Who is that woman?
(STAMMERING) Well, you see,
she's the Queen
of the Banshees.
Look out for her scream.
It'll tear you to pieces.
(SHRIEKING)
(POT CRASHING)
You'll not be
gettin' away from me
that easily, Darby.
Oh, you have
me gold, Druella.
Why would you be wantin'
insignificant little me?
Because, Darby Spree,
you are the last
of the leprechauns!
(SCREAMING)
One by one,
I've captured your kind
until you alone remain
to threaten me.
Soon, I,
the Queen of the Banshees,
will be
the wealthiest creature
in all of Ireland.
Not to mention the ugliest.
(GASPING)
(COUGHING)
She's not looking this way.
Now is our chance
to get the pot of gold.
Forget the gold
and start worrying
about your neck.
(DRUELLA SHRIEKING)
You can't hide from me
forever, Darby.
DARBY: (LAUGHING) No,
but I can have fun tryin'.
Come on, help me
get my pot of gold
out of here.
Your gold? Why, if I have
any magic left, I'll...
There you are.
If it's me pot of gold
you be wantin',
then it's all yours.
And you can have the job
of protectin' it.
Huh?
The King of the Leprechauns
is mine.
Well, wait! No!
(SCREAMING)
Dale!
Finally, I have captured
the last of the leprechauns.
CHIP: Hold on, there.
What happened to Dale?
What did you do to him?
Begone, you mangy creatures.
Oh, dear, me magic's gone.
I may as well level with you.
For hundreds of years,
the banshee has hunted down
me fellow little people,
and she'd have thrown me
in that hole.
Me, last of the leprechauns.
So you let her
throw in Dale instead,
you little creep.
Well, he asked for it.
He did not.
You tricked him.
You led him on
every step of the way.
(GULPING)
Aye, I suppose I did.
And you're gonna help
get him back.
Ha! And how are we
supposed to do that
with nary a drop
of magic power among us?
We'll just have to get
your magic back
if that's what it takes
to save Dale.
What is the source
of your magic, anyway?
DARBY: It's me gold, you see.
Ever since she took it,
me powers have been fadin'.
If it's not returned
to a safe hidin' place
by the risin' of the sun,
me magic will be gone
for good.
Then that's what we'll do.
Ha! That pot weighs a ton,
it does.
How are you gonna
move it, then?
-Gadget?
-Improbable.
Uh, don't you mean,
uh, "impossible"?
Of course not, Monty,
nothing's impossible.
(PICKAXES BANGING)
(GROANING)
Where am I?
Gold?
Aw, who needs it?
Gold's what got me
into this mess
in the first place.
Would you mind
bringin' those nuggets up,
lad?
Thank you, laddie.
Oy, you're no leprechaun
at all.
Uh-uh. But what are you
all doing down here?
She hunted us all down,
that banshee did,
forcin' us to work
her gold mines for her.
But why don't you all
just climb in that elevator?
And when she opens it up,
grab her.
Save your strength, son.
As soon as she'd seen us,
she'd let loose
with that awful banshee wail
of hers.
Well, I'm a Rescue Ranger
and I'm not giving up.
Me boy,
there's no power on earth
that can withstand the echo
of that banshee's wail.
Echo? That's it.
Can you beat this stuff
into flat sheets?
I suppose.
Gold is soft enough.
But what earthly good is this
against the banshee?
You'll see.
Come on, everybody,
grab all the gold you can
and bring it to the elevator!
GADGET: Maybe we'll find
something we can use
in here.
GADGET:
Now, everybody split up
and look for something
we can carry
a pot of gold in.
-How about this, Gadget?
-Uh-uh.
Too heavy to move.
(SQUEAKING)
Good idea, Zipper.
Maybe there's somethin'
hidden inside.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Appears to be a mite stuck.
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
Monty, be careful.
We hit the jackpot!
Fireworks?
What good are they?
Well, if we ever manage
to get Dale and the pot
of gold back,
we can celebrate in style.
Hey, guys!
We can use those big rockets
as propulsion.
Help me carry them over here.
Well, okay, love,
but it would have been
one bonzer party.
Okay, it's done.
Now everyone help me roll it.
(GRUNTING)
I sure hope this works,
Gadget, love.
You think
the gunpowder's still good
in these rockets?
There should be enough kick
left in 'em
to blast that gold
back to the forest.
Well, let's start a-blastin'.
Everybody inside?
Aye.
Then ring that bell!
(RINGING)
More gold? Already?
That's the kind of work
I like to see.
Blast off!
Now, remember,
you must get the gold
to its hidin' place
in the forest.
Got it.
And you must hurry.
The sun's a-risin'.
Now, for my...
Leprechauns!
Wretched creatures,
you'll pay for befoolin' me.
(SHRIEKING)
(CRASHING)
You little beast!
(ROCKETS FIRING)
What?
Me gold!
Hang on, Zipper.
Uh-oh.
You just sealed
your doom, beasties.
(MONTEREY WHOOPING)
We did it.
Now we gotta find
a hidin' place.
(SQUEAKING)
Now, you devils,
meet your doom.
DALE: Not so fast, bigmouth.
DRUELLA: How convenient.
I'll just be rid
of the lot of you then.
Be ready to hit her
with your magic, men.
Oh, I only hope Monterey Jack
got the pot back safe.
(GRUNTING) This better be
a perfect bull's-eye.
(GASPING) Begorra!
Nothin'.
(MONTEREY AND ZIPPER
GROANING)
One good
push!
(POT CRASHING)
We did it!
Darby, you big buffoon!
All right, men,
let's be rid of her.
(SHRIEKING)
(SCREAMING)
(ALL CHEERING)
We did it! We did it!
We rid the world
of that evil banshee.
And we're back together,
old mates,
after hundreds of years.
I've got me friends back.
I've got me gold back.
And I got my clothes back.
(ALL CHEERING)
Hey, look.
"To the best friends
a leprechaun ever had.
"Thanks from the bottom
of me heart, Darby Spree."
Well, what do you know?
He finally did us
a good turn after all.
(RANGER PLANE CHUGGING)
GADGET: I'm glad
you finally got over
your gold bug, Dale.
Oh, yeah,
look at what happened
to those poor little guys.
Gold is nothing but trouble.
Good for you.
Now, silver, that's where
the real money is.
Why, if we got
enough silver together,
we could do anything.
I can see it now.
"Rescue Ranger Enterprises."
We'll be rich...
(THUDDING)
(MUFFLED CHATTERING)