Chip 'n' Dale Rescue Rangers (1988–1990): Season 2, Episode 27 - Weather or Not - full transcript
Monty thinks it's silly when Gadget invents a Weather Meter Indicator.
♪♪
♪ 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 ♪
(HAMMER TAPPING)
Phew.
(ZIPPER GRUNTING)
I sure wish Gadget
would hurry it up
so we could go on our picnic.
Ta-da!
Thanks to my new
weather meter indicator,
from now on we'll
always know what
the weather's going to be.
Gee, Gadget,
only someone
as smart as you
could invent
a weather thingamajiggy.
Ah, you don't need smarts
to predict the weather,
pallies.
All you need is
old Monterey Jack's tail.
But, Monterey,
how can your tail
predict the weather?
Easy.
First it shoots straight up,
then it does
somethin' different
dependin' on what
the weather's goin' to be.
Course, uh,
right now it's restin'.
Oh, Monty, no one can predict
the weather with his tail.
It's
scientifically impossible.
Who said anything
about science?
Why, my tail is as good
at predictin' the weather
as a bunion on
a bulldog's toe.
-Is that good?
-Good?
Who am I to question
a bulldog's bunions?
-(TICKING)
-According to my
weather meter indicator,
it's going to be
a very hot day.
(PANTING)
Oh. I guess you knew that.
CHIP: Hey. Leave some
place to sit, Dale.
Oh, now, there's
plenty of room.
Let me carry
your stuff, Gadget.
Thanks, Dale.
-(GRUNTING)
-It sure is nice of you.
(GRUNTING)
I thought I'd take all my
new humidity-measuring
instruments
so I could test out
their moisture readings.
DALE: (STRAINING)
No problem, Gadget.
There's your seat,
Gadget.
Gee, thanks.
Hey, where am I
supposed to sit?
Back there.
There's plenty
of room, remember?
MONTEREY: Batten down
the hatches, mates.
Harness the huskies.
Get the snowplows revved up.
Monterey, why are you
dressed like that?
Protection, mate.
We're goin' to be hit
by a blizzard any minute.
We've got to
be prepared.
But, Monty, how can it snow
on a day like this?
All I know is,
I was out huntin'
more grub for our picnic
when me tail
stood straight up
and frosted over
like a snow cone.
And that means
blizzard comin' down.
There's no time to waste.
We've got to get inside
and weatherproof.
Phew.
Warm today,
ain't it?
Well, Monterey,
maybe your tail is wrong.
Wrong?
My tail is never wrong.
Why, who do you
think was the first
to predict
the great tornado of '37?
ALL: You?
No, but it was
a very close relative.
Okay, Monterey,
enough kidding around.
We're going.
Suit yourselves.
But take your coats
so you don't freeze when
you find out I was right.
Gee, sure is
a shame to let all these
cheese sandwiches
go to waste.
Cheese!
(LAUGHING)
Well, uh, maybe it won't
start snowin' heavy
till after lunch.
(BOTH GIGGLING)
Golly, it's more humid
than I thought.
(SQUEAKING) Ah!
I don't understand it.
Me tail's never
let me down before.
(BOTH GIGGLING)
(SCREAMING)
Hey, now,
what's the big idea?
(CHUCKLING) We thought
you looked a little warm.
Warm? Me? Ha!
Why, I'm as cool
as a cucumber.
(ENGINE HUMMING)
GADGET: Hop in, guys.
Looks like something's up.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
How'd that bank truck
get up there?
KIRBY: I guess
the driver must have been
desperate for
a parkin' space.
MULDOON: Yeah,
and it looks like he
lost the loot to boot.
Hey, Muldoon,
check this out.
(SCREAMING)
It's freezin' cold.
Hey, man,
what kind of crook
could do that?
Did you hear that?
He said he felt cold.
Well, that makes sense.
The only way
the door could
shatter like that
is if it were
totally frozen.
Precisely, love.
And where do you think
all that cold came from?
Golly, I don't know.
Maybe their
air conditioner broke.
Or just maybe I'm right
and there's some
very cold weather
wanderin' about.
Stop being such a dummy,
Monterey.
How could cold weather
wander around
in the middle of a heat wave?
I can't tell you that, mate,
but I can tell you
that I'm sick and tired
of you not believin' me.
(SQUEAKING)
Golly, I guess Monty's pride
is as sensitive as his tail.
Come on now, tail,
I'm gettin' steamier
than a hot tamale
swimmin' in salsa.
Where's this blizzard
you've been dingin' about?
Now, that's more like it.
Snow!
Crikey, me tail didn't
let me down after all.
I've got to show this snow
to me buckoes.
The recent string
of bizarre robberies
still have police
completely baffled.
Yeah, that goes for us, too.
I've got it, mates.
Proof positive that it's snow
right here in this...
(EXCLAIMING)
What's the big idea?
Crikey! It's gone.
You gotta believe me.
This cup was
filled with snow.
Sure it was.
And my name is Santy Claus.
Gosh, Monty,
maybe you should
lie down for a while.
You could be
suffering from heatstroke.
(SQUEAKING)
I'm not sufferin'
from a bloomin' thing.
But since you refuse
to believe me,
then I'll solve
this mystery meself.
(SIGHING)
Let's see.
The first time
my tail went off,
I was passin' this warehouse
on my way to find some cheese.
And the second time
my tail went off,
I was passin'
this same warehouse
on my way home.
So that can mean
only one thing.
Too bad I don't know
what it is.
(DOOR CREAKING)
Too-ra-loo!
Talk about
your freak weather!
Lucky for me
these things
are still sticky.
Monterey Jack always gets
his storm cloud.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GASPING)
(SCREAMING)
(THUDDING)
-(CHIRPING)
-What? No 10?
Nothing in here
but nothing.
Whoever's committing
these robberies,
sure isn't
your ordinary crook.
Too right.
It's that blasted snow cloud
what done it.
Golly, guys,
now he's wearing skis.
That snow cloud must have
somethin' to do
with this warehouse.
Now I'm sure of it.
If I wasn't seein' it
with me own eyes,
I wouldn't believe me,
either.
MONTEREY: Professor Nimnul!
I should've known.
(NIMNUL CACKLING)
This calls for a toast.
To me.
(GLASS BREAKING)
Oh, dear!
How shall I ever top
this incredibly devious plan?
(GIGGLING)
Using weather to
commit robberies
is truly my most
amazing feat of all.
(APPLAUSE ON TAPE RECORDER)
Please, please.
Hold your applause.
Hold your applause.
(CHUCKLING)
And now,
ladies and gentlemen,
for my encore I will rob
the First National Bank.
(LAUGHING)
This guy's definitely
one snowflake short
of a blizzard.
And since there seems to be
a lack of volunteers,
that leaves only me
to stop him.
Let's see,
I've used a tornado
to lift a bank truck,
a blizzard to
blast a vault,
maybe this time
I'll try a rainstorm!
(SCREAMING)
What's that?
Ow!
Why, you little
germ-infested rodent!
I'll use you
as target practice.
(ENGINE STARTING)
NIMNUL: And now,
ladies and gentlemen,
for our
electrifying conclusion.
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
He won't dare show his face
around here anymore.
(EXCLAIMING)
Oh, my goodness.
Rain! I need rain!
Phew.
MONTEREY: Then, after I heard
his plans to rob the bank
with his cloud machine,
I knew I had to stop him.
I gave him the old one-two
and a couple of threes.
Before he started pitchin'
lightnin' bolts at me.
If it wasn't for
me quick thinkin',
I'd be one crispy critter.
You sound a little
fried to me already.
Now, Monty, extreme heat
can cause hallucinations.
And it has been
kind of hot lately.
You guys think I'm wackier
than a bowl of mixed nuts.
Very well, then.
I'll just have to lead you
to the scene of the crime.
DALE: Hey, he's running
away with Gadget's
weather thingymado.
It's workin' like a charm.
Here they come.
Huh-oh!
Me tail's tellin' me
that old Nimnul's
lurkin' about.
Hey, there, mates, up here.
Ooh. He might be planning
something desperate.
He's gonna jump!
(SQUEAKING) MONTY!
Did we get the first down?
CHIP: Good work, Zipper.
Hold him until
I get up there.
Now just relax, Monterey.
I promise to believe
anything you have to say
if you promise
not to jump.
Jump? Who said anything
about jumpin'?
Uh-oh.
He's here.
What's that?
CHIP: But that's impossible.
Dale, Gadget,
it's-- it's raining
inside the bank.
Oh, no, now Chip's brain
is fried, too.
Or maybe not.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(LAUGHING)
Not bad for a day's catch.
I just love greenbacks.
What? More rodents?
(GROANING)
Golly, I sure am glad
I always carry
a parachute
in case of emergencies.
Monterey,
we owe you an apology.
Uh-huh. We should've
believed you.
Uh, that's okay, mates.
I knew you'd come around.
Okay, Monty,
move your tail to the right.
(STATIC CRACKLING)
GADGET: Oops.
I meant my right.
(SIGHING) Right.
That should do it, guys.
With the help
of Monty's tail,
my weather indicator
is now a weather enhancer.
Neat-o, brilliant, fantrastic!
Uh, what's it do?
Oh, it's really very simple.
When Monty's tail picks up
a weather signal,
the enhancer will
enlarge the signal,
which will then
translate into
longitudinal and
latitudinal data
that will be
shown on the map.
And, bingo!
We'll have the location
of Nimnul's next robbery.
(MONTEREY SCREAMING)
You blokes waitin'
for an invitation?
Let's go!
(DOOR BELLS TINKLING)
Darling,
how nice to see you again.
Especially since you always
spend so much money.
The pleasure's mine, madame.
I'm sure.
Pick up anything cold,
Monterey?
No, but I think
I'm gettin' warmer.
Now I'm definitely hot.
So, what can I
interest you in, darling?
Perhaps an overcoat.
I'm freezing.
Come on, Dale.
We got to hit
that burglar alarm.
(MUFFLED RINGING)
NIMNUL: What is this?
There's rodents
everywhere I go, lately.
Tsk, tsk. What a mess.
Well, time to clean up.
Huh?
You again? That's it.
No more
Mr. Nice Mad Scientist.
I'm going to put you
into a deep freeze
permanently.
(CACKLING)
Bye-bye, now.
Drive carefully.
Bye, now.
Y'all come back
real soon, you hear.
Always knew my hardheadedness
would come in handy.
(ALL SCREAMING)
CHIP: Look out!
(CRASHING)
(ALL SIGHING)
That does it!
If we're gonna stop Nimnul,
we'll have to
play by his rules.
You mean cheat?
No. I mean,
we're going to start fighting
weather with weather.
And Monty's tail is the key.
How come Chip
always gets to sit
in the front seat
next to Gadget?
'Cause that's where
the steerin' wheel is.
Anything happening
with your tail yet, Monty?
Not a bloomin' thing.
Sorry, I take that back.
Looks like Nimnul's conjurin'
one heck of a rainstorm.
Rainstorm? Golly!
Then that calls
for Weather Plan B.
Look!
That's our cue.
Hold on, everyone.
ALL: Rescue Rangers, away!
CHIP: He's heading
for that bank!
GADGET: Seed bag ready, guys?
(ALL GRUNTING)
How's planting seeds
gonna stop that cloud?
Simple. Once we seed
the crystals into the cloud,
it'll rain before
it hits the bank.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
What's this?
You're not
supposed to rain outside.
You're supposed to rain
inside the bank.
Oh, well,
there's more than one way
to rob a bank, you know.
He's using fog.
Now what do we do?
Golly,
that's one type of weather
I didn't prepare for.
We'd need
a blast of intense heat
to break up
moisture like that.
Me tail will
find us some heat
or my name
ain't Monterey Jack.
And lucky for us, it is.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
Okay, everybody, calm down.
The police are here.
(LAUGHING) I just love
cops on ice.
And now to freeze the vault
and steal the loot.
(CACKLING)
Be right back.
(SCREAMING)
Here's your heat,
Gadget, love.
Three chairs, no wait.
Okay, Zipper, let her rip.
(SQUEAKING)
Hey, where'd my fog go?
No matter, I'm done.
(LAUGHING)
I love it. I love it.
And,
in case you didn't hear me
the first two times,
I love it!
Oh, my! There's simply
too much here to carry.
Yes, that's it.
I'll tote it with a tornado.
(LAUGHING)
Tornado?
Golly, that calls for Plan T.
But where is it?
(SQUEAKING)
Bonzer idea, Zip.
Rain? But I wanted a tornado.
Not snow!
A tornado! A tornado!
What? What? What?
Gads! Another rodent.
Nice aim, Chipper.
But now watch a real pro.
-Strike!
-Uh-oh.
Duck!
Bombs away!
I'll get you little beasties
if I have to
destroy the whole bank.
What are we gonna do?
He's got us cornered.
You boys just get him away
from that cloud contraption.
I'll take care
of the rest.
Now what?
BOTH: Yeehaw!
All right, love, take her up.
Aye, aye, sir.
Your turn, mate.
Okay. Now for a little snow.
(BOTH GIGGLING)
Golly, I wonder
what they're up to.
That should do it.
How's it going, Dale?
DALE: Great!
This is the best snowman
I ever built.
Too bad they're
gonna arrest him.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
We wanna go
on another picnic,
Monterey.
What kind of weather
can we expect?
Hmm, I'd say, fair to warm
with lots of sunshine.
ALL: Yippee!
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Oh, yeah,
and a 10% chance of showers.
Ha!
♪ 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 ♪
(HAMMER TAPPING)
Phew.
(ZIPPER GRUNTING)
I sure wish Gadget
would hurry it up
so we could go on our picnic.
Ta-da!
Thanks to my new
weather meter indicator,
from now on we'll
always know what
the weather's going to be.
Gee, Gadget,
only someone
as smart as you
could invent
a weather thingamajiggy.
Ah, you don't need smarts
to predict the weather,
pallies.
All you need is
old Monterey Jack's tail.
But, Monterey,
how can your tail
predict the weather?
Easy.
First it shoots straight up,
then it does
somethin' different
dependin' on what
the weather's goin' to be.
Course, uh,
right now it's restin'.
Oh, Monty, no one can predict
the weather with his tail.
It's
scientifically impossible.
Who said anything
about science?
Why, my tail is as good
at predictin' the weather
as a bunion on
a bulldog's toe.
-Is that good?
-Good?
Who am I to question
a bulldog's bunions?
-(TICKING)
-According to my
weather meter indicator,
it's going to be
a very hot day.
(PANTING)
Oh. I guess you knew that.
CHIP: Hey. Leave some
place to sit, Dale.
Oh, now, there's
plenty of room.
Let me carry
your stuff, Gadget.
Thanks, Dale.
-(GRUNTING)
-It sure is nice of you.
(GRUNTING)
I thought I'd take all my
new humidity-measuring
instruments
so I could test out
their moisture readings.
DALE: (STRAINING)
No problem, Gadget.
There's your seat,
Gadget.
Gee, thanks.
Hey, where am I
supposed to sit?
Back there.
There's plenty
of room, remember?
MONTEREY: Batten down
the hatches, mates.
Harness the huskies.
Get the snowplows revved up.
Monterey, why are you
dressed like that?
Protection, mate.
We're goin' to be hit
by a blizzard any minute.
We've got to
be prepared.
But, Monty, how can it snow
on a day like this?
All I know is,
I was out huntin'
more grub for our picnic
when me tail
stood straight up
and frosted over
like a snow cone.
And that means
blizzard comin' down.
There's no time to waste.
We've got to get inside
and weatherproof.
Phew.
Warm today,
ain't it?
Well, Monterey,
maybe your tail is wrong.
Wrong?
My tail is never wrong.
Why, who do you
think was the first
to predict
the great tornado of '37?
ALL: You?
No, but it was
a very close relative.
Okay, Monterey,
enough kidding around.
We're going.
Suit yourselves.
But take your coats
so you don't freeze when
you find out I was right.
Gee, sure is
a shame to let all these
cheese sandwiches
go to waste.
Cheese!
(LAUGHING)
Well, uh, maybe it won't
start snowin' heavy
till after lunch.
(BOTH GIGGLING)
Golly, it's more humid
than I thought.
(SQUEAKING) Ah!
I don't understand it.
Me tail's never
let me down before.
(BOTH GIGGLING)
(SCREAMING)
Hey, now,
what's the big idea?
(CHUCKLING) We thought
you looked a little warm.
Warm? Me? Ha!
Why, I'm as cool
as a cucumber.
(ENGINE HUMMING)
GADGET: Hop in, guys.
Looks like something's up.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
How'd that bank truck
get up there?
KIRBY: I guess
the driver must have been
desperate for
a parkin' space.
MULDOON: Yeah,
and it looks like he
lost the loot to boot.
Hey, Muldoon,
check this out.
(SCREAMING)
It's freezin' cold.
Hey, man,
what kind of crook
could do that?
Did you hear that?
He said he felt cold.
Well, that makes sense.
The only way
the door could
shatter like that
is if it were
totally frozen.
Precisely, love.
And where do you think
all that cold came from?
Golly, I don't know.
Maybe their
air conditioner broke.
Or just maybe I'm right
and there's some
very cold weather
wanderin' about.
Stop being such a dummy,
Monterey.
How could cold weather
wander around
in the middle of a heat wave?
I can't tell you that, mate,
but I can tell you
that I'm sick and tired
of you not believin' me.
(SQUEAKING)
Golly, I guess Monty's pride
is as sensitive as his tail.
Come on now, tail,
I'm gettin' steamier
than a hot tamale
swimmin' in salsa.
Where's this blizzard
you've been dingin' about?
Now, that's more like it.
Snow!
Crikey, me tail didn't
let me down after all.
I've got to show this snow
to me buckoes.
The recent string
of bizarre robberies
still have police
completely baffled.
Yeah, that goes for us, too.
I've got it, mates.
Proof positive that it's snow
right here in this...
(EXCLAIMING)
What's the big idea?
Crikey! It's gone.
You gotta believe me.
This cup was
filled with snow.
Sure it was.
And my name is Santy Claus.
Gosh, Monty,
maybe you should
lie down for a while.
You could be
suffering from heatstroke.
(SQUEAKING)
I'm not sufferin'
from a bloomin' thing.
But since you refuse
to believe me,
then I'll solve
this mystery meself.
(SIGHING)
Let's see.
The first time
my tail went off,
I was passin' this warehouse
on my way to find some cheese.
And the second time
my tail went off,
I was passin'
this same warehouse
on my way home.
So that can mean
only one thing.
Too bad I don't know
what it is.
(DOOR CREAKING)
Too-ra-loo!
Talk about
your freak weather!
Lucky for me
these things
are still sticky.
Monterey Jack always gets
his storm cloud.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GASPING)
(SCREAMING)
(THUDDING)
-(CHIRPING)
-What? No 10?
Nothing in here
but nothing.
Whoever's committing
these robberies,
sure isn't
your ordinary crook.
Too right.
It's that blasted snow cloud
what done it.
Golly, guys,
now he's wearing skis.
That snow cloud must have
somethin' to do
with this warehouse.
Now I'm sure of it.
If I wasn't seein' it
with me own eyes,
I wouldn't believe me,
either.
MONTEREY: Professor Nimnul!
I should've known.
(NIMNUL CACKLING)
This calls for a toast.
To me.
(GLASS BREAKING)
Oh, dear!
How shall I ever top
this incredibly devious plan?
(GIGGLING)
Using weather to
commit robberies
is truly my most
amazing feat of all.
(APPLAUSE ON TAPE RECORDER)
Please, please.
Hold your applause.
Hold your applause.
(CHUCKLING)
And now,
ladies and gentlemen,
for my encore I will rob
the First National Bank.
(LAUGHING)
This guy's definitely
one snowflake short
of a blizzard.
And since there seems to be
a lack of volunteers,
that leaves only me
to stop him.
Let's see,
I've used a tornado
to lift a bank truck,
a blizzard to
blast a vault,
maybe this time
I'll try a rainstorm!
(SCREAMING)
What's that?
Ow!
Why, you little
germ-infested rodent!
I'll use you
as target practice.
(ENGINE STARTING)
NIMNUL: And now,
ladies and gentlemen,
for our
electrifying conclusion.
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
He won't dare show his face
around here anymore.
(EXCLAIMING)
Oh, my goodness.
Rain! I need rain!
Phew.
MONTEREY: Then, after I heard
his plans to rob the bank
with his cloud machine,
I knew I had to stop him.
I gave him the old one-two
and a couple of threes.
Before he started pitchin'
lightnin' bolts at me.
If it wasn't for
me quick thinkin',
I'd be one crispy critter.
You sound a little
fried to me already.
Now, Monty, extreme heat
can cause hallucinations.
And it has been
kind of hot lately.
You guys think I'm wackier
than a bowl of mixed nuts.
Very well, then.
I'll just have to lead you
to the scene of the crime.
DALE: Hey, he's running
away with Gadget's
weather thingymado.
It's workin' like a charm.
Here they come.
Huh-oh!
Me tail's tellin' me
that old Nimnul's
lurkin' about.
Hey, there, mates, up here.
Ooh. He might be planning
something desperate.
He's gonna jump!
(SQUEAKING) MONTY!
Did we get the first down?
CHIP: Good work, Zipper.
Hold him until
I get up there.
Now just relax, Monterey.
I promise to believe
anything you have to say
if you promise
not to jump.
Jump? Who said anything
about jumpin'?
Uh-oh.
He's here.
What's that?
CHIP: But that's impossible.
Dale, Gadget,
it's-- it's raining
inside the bank.
Oh, no, now Chip's brain
is fried, too.
Or maybe not.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(LAUGHING)
Not bad for a day's catch.
I just love greenbacks.
What? More rodents?
(GROANING)
Golly, I sure am glad
I always carry
a parachute
in case of emergencies.
Monterey,
we owe you an apology.
Uh-huh. We should've
believed you.
Uh, that's okay, mates.
I knew you'd come around.
Okay, Monty,
move your tail to the right.
(STATIC CRACKLING)
GADGET: Oops.
I meant my right.
(SIGHING) Right.
That should do it, guys.
With the help
of Monty's tail,
my weather indicator
is now a weather enhancer.
Neat-o, brilliant, fantrastic!
Uh, what's it do?
Oh, it's really very simple.
When Monty's tail picks up
a weather signal,
the enhancer will
enlarge the signal,
which will then
translate into
longitudinal and
latitudinal data
that will be
shown on the map.
And, bingo!
We'll have the location
of Nimnul's next robbery.
(MONTEREY SCREAMING)
You blokes waitin'
for an invitation?
Let's go!
(DOOR BELLS TINKLING)
Darling,
how nice to see you again.
Especially since you always
spend so much money.
The pleasure's mine, madame.
I'm sure.
Pick up anything cold,
Monterey?
No, but I think
I'm gettin' warmer.
Now I'm definitely hot.
So, what can I
interest you in, darling?
Perhaps an overcoat.
I'm freezing.
Come on, Dale.
We got to hit
that burglar alarm.
(MUFFLED RINGING)
NIMNUL: What is this?
There's rodents
everywhere I go, lately.
Tsk, tsk. What a mess.
Well, time to clean up.
Huh?
You again? That's it.
No more
Mr. Nice Mad Scientist.
I'm going to put you
into a deep freeze
permanently.
(CACKLING)
Bye-bye, now.
Drive carefully.
Bye, now.
Y'all come back
real soon, you hear.
Always knew my hardheadedness
would come in handy.
(ALL SCREAMING)
CHIP: Look out!
(CRASHING)
(ALL SIGHING)
That does it!
If we're gonna stop Nimnul,
we'll have to
play by his rules.
You mean cheat?
No. I mean,
we're going to start fighting
weather with weather.
And Monty's tail is the key.
How come Chip
always gets to sit
in the front seat
next to Gadget?
'Cause that's where
the steerin' wheel is.
Anything happening
with your tail yet, Monty?
Not a bloomin' thing.
Sorry, I take that back.
Looks like Nimnul's conjurin'
one heck of a rainstorm.
Rainstorm? Golly!
Then that calls
for Weather Plan B.
Look!
That's our cue.
Hold on, everyone.
ALL: Rescue Rangers, away!
CHIP: He's heading
for that bank!
GADGET: Seed bag ready, guys?
(ALL GRUNTING)
How's planting seeds
gonna stop that cloud?
Simple. Once we seed
the crystals into the cloud,
it'll rain before
it hits the bank.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
What's this?
You're not
supposed to rain outside.
You're supposed to rain
inside the bank.
Oh, well,
there's more than one way
to rob a bank, you know.
He's using fog.
Now what do we do?
Golly,
that's one type of weather
I didn't prepare for.
We'd need
a blast of intense heat
to break up
moisture like that.
Me tail will
find us some heat
or my name
ain't Monterey Jack.
And lucky for us, it is.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
Okay, everybody, calm down.
The police are here.
(LAUGHING) I just love
cops on ice.
And now to freeze the vault
and steal the loot.
(CACKLING)
Be right back.
(SCREAMING)
Here's your heat,
Gadget, love.
Three chairs, no wait.
Okay, Zipper, let her rip.
(SQUEAKING)
Hey, where'd my fog go?
No matter, I'm done.
(LAUGHING)
I love it. I love it.
And,
in case you didn't hear me
the first two times,
I love it!
Oh, my! There's simply
too much here to carry.
Yes, that's it.
I'll tote it with a tornado.
(LAUGHING)
Tornado?
Golly, that calls for Plan T.
But where is it?
(SQUEAKING)
Bonzer idea, Zip.
Rain? But I wanted a tornado.
Not snow!
A tornado! A tornado!
What? What? What?
Gads! Another rodent.
Nice aim, Chipper.
But now watch a real pro.
-Strike!
-Uh-oh.
Duck!
Bombs away!
I'll get you little beasties
if I have to
destroy the whole bank.
What are we gonna do?
He's got us cornered.
You boys just get him away
from that cloud contraption.
I'll take care
of the rest.
Now what?
BOTH: Yeehaw!
All right, love, take her up.
Aye, aye, sir.
Your turn, mate.
Okay. Now for a little snow.
(BOTH GIGGLING)
Golly, I wonder
what they're up to.
That should do it.
How's it going, Dale?
DALE: Great!
This is the best snowman
I ever built.
Too bad they're
gonna arrest him.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
We wanna go
on another picnic,
Monterey.
What kind of weather
can we expect?
Hmm, I'd say, fair to warm
with lots of sunshine.
ALL: Yippee!
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Oh, yeah,
and a 10% chance of showers.
Ha!