Chip 'n' Dale Rescue Rangers (1988–1990): Season 2, Episode 28 - One-Upsman-Chip - full transcript
The Rangers prevent Fat Cat from stealing the world's largest pearl.
♪♪
(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 ♪
(OYSTER SNORING)
(DALE YAWNING)
DALE: Oh, let's go home, Chip.
I'm bored.
We've been here all night
and Fat Cat hasn't
tried to steal
that pearl yet.
But, Dale,
we know he wants it.
I tell you,
he's not coming.
Look, we only have to stay
till the restaurant manager
gets here.
Well, I'm still bored.
Hey, Chip,
your shoe's untied.
(LAUGHING)
You don't wear shoes.
Got you last.
Got you last.
Oh.
Good one.
(GASPING) What's that
crawling up your back?
What is it, Chip?
What is it?
Nothing.
(LAUGHING)
Got you last, Dale.
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
Gadget's signal.
Someone's coming.
Got company, mateys.
(MUFFLED GROANING)
Behold, my bungling band
of do-badders.
In a matter of moments,
the world's largest pearl
will be mine.
Steady, Rangers.
(CHATTERING)
Coochie-coochie-coo.
(LAUGHING)
(GROANING)
Hold it right there,
Fat Cat.
Your pearl-nabbing days
are over.
The Rescue Rangers!
But... But how did you learn
of my brilliant plan?
It was easy.
One:
The world's largest pearl
is your kind of target.
GADGET: Two: Our friends
at the pier told us
you bought some
diving equipment
just yesterday.
Three: We found
your gang's footprints
outside of here, earlier.
They must have
been casin' the joint.
And four: Well, you haven't
done anything really
crummy in a while,
so we figured
that you were due.
Rescue Rangers, away!
Bull's-eye.
I mean, cheers. Whatever.
Those meddling Rangers.
Hurry up with that pearl.
Eat pine, saphead.
Ye gads!
Reach for Venus,
you homely hairball.
I've got you covered.
No, I believe
I've got you covered.
(MONTEREY AND ZIPPER
MUMBLING)
Snout, take our little friends
for a spin.
All right, boss.
(GRUNTING)
(MONTEREY SHOUTING)
Come to Papa,
pretty pearl.
Your pearl-nabbing days
are over, Fat Cat.
No, let me have him, Chip.
(GASPING) Look out!
Hey!
Suck seaweed, rodent.
(SCREAMING)
Thought you outwitted me, eh?
Then tell me, Refuse Rangers,
who's got the last laugh now?
Golly, guys.
It looks like Fat Cat
got away this time.
It sure does look that way.
(LAUGHING)
(CHITTERING)
Yeah,
our plan worked perfectly.
(LAUGHING)
Old Fat Cat's sure
in for a surprise
when he gets that pearl home.
(DOOR OPENING)
Uh-oh. Must be
the restaurant manager
bringin' back
the guard shark.
Rangers, take cover.
I'll handle this.
Oh, thank you.
MANAGER: Did the nice dentist
make your teeth
all pointy-whitey,
my finny friend?
Now hop into the tank
and guard Daddums' pearl.
GADGET: Thunderama!
Nobody'll get
near that oyster now.
Soon the whole town will
turn out to see my pearl,
Snoogums.
And with you here,
I know it'll be safey-wafey.
(LAUGHING)
Case closed, Rangers.
Let's go home.
DALE: (GIGGLING)
Got you last, Chip.
Got you last.
Will you stop with
your stupid jokes?
Let's just get
the Wing unloaded.
All right,
but I got you last!
Say, Dale,
betcha I can read your mind.
Ha! I can't even read my mind
but go ahead and try.
If I do, you have to unload
the Ranger Wing, okay?
Right. Now, think of a number
between one and three.
Uh...
Okay, got it.
Your number is-- is two.
Hey, you're right.
Naturally.
Now start unpacking.
Oh, and by the way, Dale,
got you last.
(GIGGLING)
Say, two was the only number.
Tricks don't count, Chip.
Unless, of course,
I can trick him.
MOLE: This pearl sure
is pretty, boss.
Hey, look how funny I look.
Oh, let me try it, Mole.
FAT CAT: My pearl!
MEPS: Sorry, boss.
I only wanted to see
how silly my face looked.
Then look in a mirror, Meps.
You might have damaged my...
(GASPING)
There are holes in my pearl.
Wait a minute.
Pearls don't come with holes
but bowling balls do!
Those Rescue Rangers
must've pulled
a joke on us, boss.
So, they're
feeling funny, eh?
Well, two can play
this paltry game.
We're going back
to get the real pearl, boys.
But, boss, that guard shark's
probably there by now
and he can chew
through concrete.
Yeah, how're we
gonna get past him?
Simple.
Get me a Rescue Ranger.
(CRASHING)
(EXCLAIMING)
Strike.
Just the thing for
Gadget's workshop.
She'll go nuts.
-Hey, Dale,
watch where you're going.
-Shh!
I'm concentrating
on my super-special,
mystical-type mental powers.
Mental powers?
You? Give me a break.
No, really.
I can move things
with my mind.
Yeah, if you hit
them with your head.
I'll prove it.
How would you like a snack?
Uh. Okay. I'd like a walnut.
How about a banana?
No, I'd rather have a...
Oof!
Well, enjoy.
What? But how...
How'd you do that?
It's all in the mind, Chip.
Bye-bye.
Dale, get back here.
Chip.
Galloping gorillas!
What's with
the tropical barbells?
Oh, Dale's trying
to pull a gag on me,
I think.
He claims he has
mystical powers.
Oh, careful, Chipperoo.
It might be true.
I've seen a lot
of weird things
in my travels.
He's right, Chip.
There are lots of things
science can't explain.
R-R-Really?
Yeah,
like how this banana managed
to grow a wire in it.
A wire? So it was a joke.
(LAUGHING) This one will
really fool Chip.
Boy,
I think I'll go take a nap.
Whatever you're up to,
Dale, forget it.
Gosh, I must have
conjured up that pillow
with my mind, Chip.
Guess I'm more powerful
than I thought.
Oh, and by the way, Chip,
got you last.
(LAUGHING)
Okay, you guys,
(GRUNTING)
I only have
one question.
Who wants to help me
get Dale last?
Good.
Now, I have an idea.
I think that
what we ought to do is...
(LAUGHING)
Chip actually believes
I have mystical powers.
What a dummy! Everybody knows
there's no such thing.
(LAUGHING)
But let's see if
Chip's dumb enough
to fall for it again.
(SQUEAKING) Okay.
All right, Chip,
the transmitter's all set.
Whenever you're ready.
(CLEARING THROAT)
Dale!
CHIP: Dale!
Halt. Who goes there?
I am Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong.
I know all and tell all.
Hold on.
This is some kind
of a trick.
Who is this really?
Quit hiding.
So you don't
believe in me, eh?
Then I must convince you.
(LOUD BUZZING)
Sorry, O great
Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong.
I'll never doubt you again.
But what are you doing here?
You conjured me up
while playing a joke
on your incredibly
handsome friend, Chip.
Wowie-zowie!
-You do know everything.
-Yes.
And I can even help you
with your trick.
Really? Oh, boy,
oh, boy, oh, boy!
What do I have to do?
Just do exactly
what I tell you to.
And I mean exactly.
Absolutely.
You bet. Yes, sirree!
Okay, guys,
I'll take it from here.
Um, Rama-Lama,
how come I gotta wear
all this junk?
(CHIP GIGGLES)
Simple.
If you wear that combination
and then concentrate
really hard,
you will become invisible.
Terrific!
(WHOOPING) Last laugh time!
Just keep concentrating,
Dale.
Thanks, Rama-Lama.
I'm gonna go test it.
CHIP: Good idea.
This'll be great.
Yeah. The greatest gag
in the world.
(SPLUTTERING)
Hmm. I wonder where Dale is.
I haven't seen him
for a while.
Well, I hope
he doesn't show up
while I'm walking
with Gadget
in the park.
That way
he can't play
any jokes on me.
(GIGGLING)
What a dummy!
MOLE: Gee, guys,
those Rescue Rangers
are awful good
at disguises and stuff.
We may never find one.
Well, then,
look for something
that doesn't look
like a Rescue Ranger
and maybe you've
found one.
Uh, guys,
that doesn't look like one.
Yep,
that's either a Rescue Ranger
or a punk pixie. Come on.
CHIP: Say, Gadget,
I've got Dale out
wandering in the park
in diapers
and swim fins and...
Chip, hasn't this joke
gone far enough?
Maybe you should cool it.
Actually,
I was just about to yell,
"Last laugh,"
-but now the transmission
is breaking up.
-Hmm.
It's possible
that Dale's
moved out of range.
Hey, Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong,
I can't hear you
very well at all.
Dale. Dale. Come in.
Maybe if I boost
the inducer.
Come in, O great...
SNOUT: Got him!
What was that?
DALE: Let me go!
Let me go!
Put me down,
you creeps!
Oh, no!
The lad's in trouble.
MOLE: Boy,
will Fat Cat be happy now!
DALE: Fat Cat?
No! Come in, Dale! Dale!
It's no use, Chip.
He's moved out of range.
All the way to Fat Cat's,
it sounds like.
Can't you make
this thing work?
She's doin' her best,
Chip-o.
I know, I know.
It's just... Dale!
Hey, let me go!
Let me out of here!
O Rama-Lama,
where are you?
Listen, you better let me go.
I've got mystical powers.
Oh, pipe down.
No, really.
I can read your minds.
Everybody pick a number
between one and three.
Okay.
Hmm.
-Got it.
-Your number is two.
Wow.
I was thinking of two.
Hey, me, too.
Same here.
No, he wasn't even close.
Let's get going.
GADGET: Sorry, guys.
If only I had
boosted the power
in the amplifier.
No, Gadget,
this is all my fault.
If I hadn't tried to
get the last laugh,
none of this
would have ever happened.
(SQUEAKING) Oh.
Chipper, it's not your fault
that Dale got picked up
by Fat Cat's thugs.
Of course not. Dale was
just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Really?
Although, basically,
you did trick him
into going there.
Well, Chip-o, uh,
maybe it is your fault,
after all.
Then it's up to me
to rescue him.
Hey, don't forget,
we're Dale's buddies, too.
Well, come on, gang.
What are we waiting for?
ALL: You!
Oh, yeah.
All right,
let's hear the excuse
you dreamed up this time.
How you couldn't find
any Rescue Rangers.
How you always come back
empty-handed.
But we didn't, boss.
Oh? And what have
you got in there?
No, no, let me guess.
(GASPING) A Rescue Ranger!
Oh, wow!
Fat Cat can read minds, too.
(EXCLAIMS)
Couldn't you have found one
with more fashion sense?
Hey, put me down!
Don't make me use
my mental powers against you.
Uh, boss, be careful.
He does have weird powers.
Yeah,
he even read my mind.
That proves he's a fake.
You don't have a mind.
Only idiots believe
in that mystic stuff.
Now get me some
ropes and things
and make sure he
doesn't escape.
We don't want to lose
our new little buddy, do we?
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
-There he is.
-Dale.
Poor lad's in there
tighter than
a pickle in a gluepot.
We'll get him out, somehow.
All we have to do
is drop down a line
and haul him up.
But, Chip...
Fat Cat and his
hairy henchmen
have poor Dale
locked up tight.
All right, fine.
If you don't want to help me,
then I'll get him
out of this myself.
Now hang on there, Chipper.
We'll all help get
Dale out, together.
Don't go until
we set the reel...
Pistachio!
...or it'll all tangle.
Are you okay, pally?
It's just that, well,
I'm the one who got Dale
into this mess.
-Now, Chip.
-No, really.
And I should be
the one to get him out.
And I can't
even do that right.
It's hopeless.
Well, my gooey do-gooder,
we're going to take you
on a little outing now.
You're going to help me
get that pearl.
Fat Cat's going
back to the restaurant?
I don't like
the sound of this.
My aquatic accomplices
will grab the pearl,
while the guard shark
is busy elsewhere.
Busy elsewhere?
Yes, enjoying his snack.
Rescue Ranger under glass.
And all
the mystic mumbo-jumbo
in the world
isn't going to help you.
He's going to
use Dale for bait.
And steal the pearl
to boot.
If only I hadn't played
that stupid trick on Dale.
The trick.
Of course. Let's go.
The restaurant
should be closed
by now, boys.
So let's be
on our merry way.
I do hope that shark likes
his chipmunk cutlets rare.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
I am so, so,
so terribly sorry,
all you wonderful people.
But it's closing time
for my restaurant.
Oh, dear. Please, please,
come back tomorrow.
And, perhaps, you will be
then able to catch a glimpse
of my magnificent pearl.
This pearl has done wonders
for my business.
And it's about to
do wonders for mine.
Come on, boys.
Time to go fishing.
And don't forget the bait.
MANAGER: Oh, yoo-hoo,
my precious pearl.
Daddums is here
to tuck you in.
Everybody wants to see you,
you beauty, you. Oh, dear.
Thanks to you,
my business has
quadra-quantrupple-tuppled.
You've made me so happy.
Oh! Nice guard sharky.
Good guard sharky.
Excellent attacking.
Excellent.
I don't know, boss.
That shark looks
mighty angry.
Oh, no, that poor dear
is merely hungry.
Good thing we brought along
a snack.
And, now,
it's showtime, folks.
FAT CAT:
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the world famous
Mother of Pearl
Seafood Restaurant.
We're so glad
you could make it
to our really late
floorshow.
So put your fins together
for our star performer,
the Mystic Marionette.
Take a bow.
Let me go!
What?
And miss your big debut?
Okay, boys,
get ready to grab that pearl
'cause it's showtime.
♪ I've got some strings
La, la, la, la ♪
Don't worry, Rover,
you'll get your snack
soon enough.
There, I've got
the shark's attention.
Now get in the tank.
MEPS: I don't know, boss.
He looks mighty hungry.
I'll take care
of the shark.
You take care
of the pearl.
But who'll take care of me?
CHIP: I will, Dale.
Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong?
No, it's me. Chip.
What are you doing
with the Rama-Lama?
I am the Rama-Lama.
We rigged you up
with a radio.
Wait. You mean,
this was all a joke?
Stop talking to yourself,
rodent.
(SCREAMS)
-CHIP: Dale, hang on.
-To what?
I know this was
a rotten joke, Dale,
but don't worry,
we'll get you out of there.
All set?
You bet.
Will you hurry up?
But I suffer from a fear
of heights and bites.
Listen,
tell Fat Cat you really
do have powers. Understand?
Fat Cat, I have mystic powers
so you better let me go.
Now, why should I do that?
Why? Good question.
Why should you?
Because if he doesn't,
you're going to create
a storm of silverware.
'Cause I'm gonna whip up
a silverware storm. I am?
(CHUCKLING) Impossible.
Hi-ho, silverware, away!
Yow!
How did you do that?
It's all in the mind,
you know.
He really does have
special powers, boss.
And that was just a sample
of my mental might.
Oh, please, boss,
maybe you should let him go.
After one puny parlor trick?
Never!
FAT CAT: I want that pearl!
Okay, now ask Fat Cat...
Do you believe
in flying saucers?
What do I look like? E.T.?
(LAUGHING)
Ow!
(ALL SCREAMING)
You really do have powers.
(SCREAMING)
MEPS: But, boss,
you said only idiots
believed in that stuff.
Shut up!
Bow, you unbelievers.
Okay, okay.
We don't want any trouble.
(SCREAMS)
CHIP: Dale! Dale!
Can you hear me?
A trick!
Well, I hope you enjoyed
your little laugh, rodent,
because it's your last.
(GRUNTING)
Dale!
Help!
We're comin', pally.
No, you stop Fat Cat.
I'll rescue Dale.
Well, let's get
that pearl now,
shall we?
Ow!
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(SQUEAKING) We did it.
(DALE SHRIEKING)
Hang on, Dale.
Boy, are they gonna
be shell-shocked!
Let me out.
Let me out.
Help!
I'm coming, Dale.
(ALL SCREAMING)
Oh, my gosh!
Where's Dale?
Where is he?
Chip, he's not here.
We think maybe...
No! Dale!
If only I hadn't
played that stupid joke!
I'd give anything to see him,
to hear his voice again.
DALE: Anything?
Anything.
Well, then, Chip.
You got your wish.
Dale. Dale.
You're all right.
Naturally.
Oh, and, Chip,
got you last.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(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 ♪
(OYSTER SNORING)
(DALE YAWNING)
DALE: Oh, let's go home, Chip.
I'm bored.
We've been here all night
and Fat Cat hasn't
tried to steal
that pearl yet.
But, Dale,
we know he wants it.
I tell you,
he's not coming.
Look, we only have to stay
till the restaurant manager
gets here.
Well, I'm still bored.
Hey, Chip,
your shoe's untied.
(LAUGHING)
You don't wear shoes.
Got you last.
Got you last.
Oh.
Good one.
(GASPING) What's that
crawling up your back?
What is it, Chip?
What is it?
Nothing.
(LAUGHING)
Got you last, Dale.
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
Gadget's signal.
Someone's coming.
Got company, mateys.
(MUFFLED GROANING)
Behold, my bungling band
of do-badders.
In a matter of moments,
the world's largest pearl
will be mine.
Steady, Rangers.
(CHATTERING)
Coochie-coochie-coo.
(LAUGHING)
(GROANING)
Hold it right there,
Fat Cat.
Your pearl-nabbing days
are over.
The Rescue Rangers!
But... But how did you learn
of my brilliant plan?
It was easy.
One:
The world's largest pearl
is your kind of target.
GADGET: Two: Our friends
at the pier told us
you bought some
diving equipment
just yesterday.
Three: We found
your gang's footprints
outside of here, earlier.
They must have
been casin' the joint.
And four: Well, you haven't
done anything really
crummy in a while,
so we figured
that you were due.
Rescue Rangers, away!
Bull's-eye.
I mean, cheers. Whatever.
Those meddling Rangers.
Hurry up with that pearl.
Eat pine, saphead.
Ye gads!
Reach for Venus,
you homely hairball.
I've got you covered.
No, I believe
I've got you covered.
(MONTEREY AND ZIPPER
MUMBLING)
Snout, take our little friends
for a spin.
All right, boss.
(GRUNTING)
(MONTEREY SHOUTING)
Come to Papa,
pretty pearl.
Your pearl-nabbing days
are over, Fat Cat.
No, let me have him, Chip.
(GASPING) Look out!
Hey!
Suck seaweed, rodent.
(SCREAMING)
Thought you outwitted me, eh?
Then tell me, Refuse Rangers,
who's got the last laugh now?
Golly, guys.
It looks like Fat Cat
got away this time.
It sure does look that way.
(LAUGHING)
(CHITTERING)
Yeah,
our plan worked perfectly.
(LAUGHING)
Old Fat Cat's sure
in for a surprise
when he gets that pearl home.
(DOOR OPENING)
Uh-oh. Must be
the restaurant manager
bringin' back
the guard shark.
Rangers, take cover.
I'll handle this.
Oh, thank you.
MANAGER: Did the nice dentist
make your teeth
all pointy-whitey,
my finny friend?
Now hop into the tank
and guard Daddums' pearl.
GADGET: Thunderama!
Nobody'll get
near that oyster now.
Soon the whole town will
turn out to see my pearl,
Snoogums.
And with you here,
I know it'll be safey-wafey.
(LAUGHING)
Case closed, Rangers.
Let's go home.
DALE: (GIGGLING)
Got you last, Chip.
Got you last.
Will you stop with
your stupid jokes?
Let's just get
the Wing unloaded.
All right,
but I got you last!
Say, Dale,
betcha I can read your mind.
Ha! I can't even read my mind
but go ahead and try.
If I do, you have to unload
the Ranger Wing, okay?
Right. Now, think of a number
between one and three.
Uh...
Okay, got it.
Your number is-- is two.
Hey, you're right.
Naturally.
Now start unpacking.
Oh, and by the way, Dale,
got you last.
(GIGGLING)
Say, two was the only number.
Tricks don't count, Chip.
Unless, of course,
I can trick him.
MOLE: This pearl sure
is pretty, boss.
Hey, look how funny I look.
Oh, let me try it, Mole.
FAT CAT: My pearl!
MEPS: Sorry, boss.
I only wanted to see
how silly my face looked.
Then look in a mirror, Meps.
You might have damaged my...
(GASPING)
There are holes in my pearl.
Wait a minute.
Pearls don't come with holes
but bowling balls do!
Those Rescue Rangers
must've pulled
a joke on us, boss.
So, they're
feeling funny, eh?
Well, two can play
this paltry game.
We're going back
to get the real pearl, boys.
But, boss, that guard shark's
probably there by now
and he can chew
through concrete.
Yeah, how're we
gonna get past him?
Simple.
Get me a Rescue Ranger.
(CRASHING)
(EXCLAIMING)
Strike.
Just the thing for
Gadget's workshop.
She'll go nuts.
-Hey, Dale,
watch where you're going.
-Shh!
I'm concentrating
on my super-special,
mystical-type mental powers.
Mental powers?
You? Give me a break.
No, really.
I can move things
with my mind.
Yeah, if you hit
them with your head.
I'll prove it.
How would you like a snack?
Uh. Okay. I'd like a walnut.
How about a banana?
No, I'd rather have a...
Oof!
Well, enjoy.
What? But how...
How'd you do that?
It's all in the mind, Chip.
Bye-bye.
Dale, get back here.
Chip.
Galloping gorillas!
What's with
the tropical barbells?
Oh, Dale's trying
to pull a gag on me,
I think.
He claims he has
mystical powers.
Oh, careful, Chipperoo.
It might be true.
I've seen a lot
of weird things
in my travels.
He's right, Chip.
There are lots of things
science can't explain.
R-R-Really?
Yeah,
like how this banana managed
to grow a wire in it.
A wire? So it was a joke.
(LAUGHING) This one will
really fool Chip.
Boy,
I think I'll go take a nap.
Whatever you're up to,
Dale, forget it.
Gosh, I must have
conjured up that pillow
with my mind, Chip.
Guess I'm more powerful
than I thought.
Oh, and by the way, Chip,
got you last.
(LAUGHING)
Okay, you guys,
(GRUNTING)
I only have
one question.
Who wants to help me
get Dale last?
Good.
Now, I have an idea.
I think that
what we ought to do is...
(LAUGHING)
Chip actually believes
I have mystical powers.
What a dummy! Everybody knows
there's no such thing.
(LAUGHING)
But let's see if
Chip's dumb enough
to fall for it again.
(SQUEAKING) Okay.
All right, Chip,
the transmitter's all set.
Whenever you're ready.
(CLEARING THROAT)
Dale!
CHIP: Dale!
Halt. Who goes there?
I am Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong.
I know all and tell all.
Hold on.
This is some kind
of a trick.
Who is this really?
Quit hiding.
So you don't
believe in me, eh?
Then I must convince you.
(LOUD BUZZING)
Sorry, O great
Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong.
I'll never doubt you again.
But what are you doing here?
You conjured me up
while playing a joke
on your incredibly
handsome friend, Chip.
Wowie-zowie!
-You do know everything.
-Yes.
And I can even help you
with your trick.
Really? Oh, boy,
oh, boy, oh, boy!
What do I have to do?
Just do exactly
what I tell you to.
And I mean exactly.
Absolutely.
You bet. Yes, sirree!
Okay, guys,
I'll take it from here.
Um, Rama-Lama,
how come I gotta wear
all this junk?
(CHIP GIGGLES)
Simple.
If you wear that combination
and then concentrate
really hard,
you will become invisible.
Terrific!
(WHOOPING) Last laugh time!
Just keep concentrating,
Dale.
Thanks, Rama-Lama.
I'm gonna go test it.
CHIP: Good idea.
This'll be great.
Yeah. The greatest gag
in the world.
(SPLUTTERING)
Hmm. I wonder where Dale is.
I haven't seen him
for a while.
Well, I hope
he doesn't show up
while I'm walking
with Gadget
in the park.
That way
he can't play
any jokes on me.
(GIGGLING)
What a dummy!
MOLE: Gee, guys,
those Rescue Rangers
are awful good
at disguises and stuff.
We may never find one.
Well, then,
look for something
that doesn't look
like a Rescue Ranger
and maybe you've
found one.
Uh, guys,
that doesn't look like one.
Yep,
that's either a Rescue Ranger
or a punk pixie. Come on.
CHIP: Say, Gadget,
I've got Dale out
wandering in the park
in diapers
and swim fins and...
Chip, hasn't this joke
gone far enough?
Maybe you should cool it.
Actually,
I was just about to yell,
"Last laugh,"
-but now the transmission
is breaking up.
-Hmm.
It's possible
that Dale's
moved out of range.
Hey, Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong,
I can't hear you
very well at all.
Dale. Dale. Come in.
Maybe if I boost
the inducer.
Come in, O great...
SNOUT: Got him!
What was that?
DALE: Let me go!
Let me go!
Put me down,
you creeps!
Oh, no!
The lad's in trouble.
MOLE: Boy,
will Fat Cat be happy now!
DALE: Fat Cat?
No! Come in, Dale! Dale!
It's no use, Chip.
He's moved out of range.
All the way to Fat Cat's,
it sounds like.
Can't you make
this thing work?
She's doin' her best,
Chip-o.
I know, I know.
It's just... Dale!
Hey, let me go!
Let me out of here!
O Rama-Lama,
where are you?
Listen, you better let me go.
I've got mystical powers.
Oh, pipe down.
No, really.
I can read your minds.
Everybody pick a number
between one and three.
Okay.
Hmm.
-Got it.
-Your number is two.
Wow.
I was thinking of two.
Hey, me, too.
Same here.
No, he wasn't even close.
Let's get going.
GADGET: Sorry, guys.
If only I had
boosted the power
in the amplifier.
No, Gadget,
this is all my fault.
If I hadn't tried to
get the last laugh,
none of this
would have ever happened.
(SQUEAKING) Oh.
Chipper, it's not your fault
that Dale got picked up
by Fat Cat's thugs.
Of course not. Dale was
just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Really?
Although, basically,
you did trick him
into going there.
Well, Chip-o, uh,
maybe it is your fault,
after all.
Then it's up to me
to rescue him.
Hey, don't forget,
we're Dale's buddies, too.
Well, come on, gang.
What are we waiting for?
ALL: You!
Oh, yeah.
All right,
let's hear the excuse
you dreamed up this time.
How you couldn't find
any Rescue Rangers.
How you always come back
empty-handed.
But we didn't, boss.
Oh? And what have
you got in there?
No, no, let me guess.
(GASPING) A Rescue Ranger!
Oh, wow!
Fat Cat can read minds, too.
(EXCLAIMS)
Couldn't you have found one
with more fashion sense?
Hey, put me down!
Don't make me use
my mental powers against you.
Uh, boss, be careful.
He does have weird powers.
Yeah,
he even read my mind.
That proves he's a fake.
You don't have a mind.
Only idiots believe
in that mystic stuff.
Now get me some
ropes and things
and make sure he
doesn't escape.
We don't want to lose
our new little buddy, do we?
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
-There he is.
-Dale.
Poor lad's in there
tighter than
a pickle in a gluepot.
We'll get him out, somehow.
All we have to do
is drop down a line
and haul him up.
But, Chip...
Fat Cat and his
hairy henchmen
have poor Dale
locked up tight.
All right, fine.
If you don't want to help me,
then I'll get him
out of this myself.
Now hang on there, Chipper.
We'll all help get
Dale out, together.
Don't go until
we set the reel...
Pistachio!
...or it'll all tangle.
Are you okay, pally?
It's just that, well,
I'm the one who got Dale
into this mess.
-Now, Chip.
-No, really.
And I should be
the one to get him out.
And I can't
even do that right.
It's hopeless.
Well, my gooey do-gooder,
we're going to take you
on a little outing now.
You're going to help me
get that pearl.
Fat Cat's going
back to the restaurant?
I don't like
the sound of this.
My aquatic accomplices
will grab the pearl,
while the guard shark
is busy elsewhere.
Busy elsewhere?
Yes, enjoying his snack.
Rescue Ranger under glass.
And all
the mystic mumbo-jumbo
in the world
isn't going to help you.
He's going to
use Dale for bait.
And steal the pearl
to boot.
If only I hadn't played
that stupid trick on Dale.
The trick.
Of course. Let's go.
The restaurant
should be closed
by now, boys.
So let's be
on our merry way.
I do hope that shark likes
his chipmunk cutlets rare.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
I am so, so,
so terribly sorry,
all you wonderful people.
But it's closing time
for my restaurant.
Oh, dear. Please, please,
come back tomorrow.
And, perhaps, you will be
then able to catch a glimpse
of my magnificent pearl.
This pearl has done wonders
for my business.
And it's about to
do wonders for mine.
Come on, boys.
Time to go fishing.
And don't forget the bait.
MANAGER: Oh, yoo-hoo,
my precious pearl.
Daddums is here
to tuck you in.
Everybody wants to see you,
you beauty, you. Oh, dear.
Thanks to you,
my business has
quadra-quantrupple-tuppled.
You've made me so happy.
Oh! Nice guard sharky.
Good guard sharky.
Excellent attacking.
Excellent.
I don't know, boss.
That shark looks
mighty angry.
Oh, no, that poor dear
is merely hungry.
Good thing we brought along
a snack.
And, now,
it's showtime, folks.
FAT CAT:
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the world famous
Mother of Pearl
Seafood Restaurant.
We're so glad
you could make it
to our really late
floorshow.
So put your fins together
for our star performer,
the Mystic Marionette.
Take a bow.
Let me go!
What?
And miss your big debut?
Okay, boys,
get ready to grab that pearl
'cause it's showtime.
♪ I've got some strings
La, la, la, la ♪
Don't worry, Rover,
you'll get your snack
soon enough.
There, I've got
the shark's attention.
Now get in the tank.
MEPS: I don't know, boss.
He looks mighty hungry.
I'll take care
of the shark.
You take care
of the pearl.
But who'll take care of me?
CHIP: I will, Dale.
Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong?
No, it's me. Chip.
What are you doing
with the Rama-Lama?
I am the Rama-Lama.
We rigged you up
with a radio.
Wait. You mean,
this was all a joke?
Stop talking to yourself,
rodent.
(SCREAMS)
-CHIP: Dale, hang on.
-To what?
I know this was
a rotten joke, Dale,
but don't worry,
we'll get you out of there.
All set?
You bet.
Will you hurry up?
But I suffer from a fear
of heights and bites.
Listen,
tell Fat Cat you really
do have powers. Understand?
Fat Cat, I have mystic powers
so you better let me go.
Now, why should I do that?
Why? Good question.
Why should you?
Because if he doesn't,
you're going to create
a storm of silverware.
'Cause I'm gonna whip up
a silverware storm. I am?
(CHUCKLING) Impossible.
Hi-ho, silverware, away!
Yow!
How did you do that?
It's all in the mind,
you know.
He really does have
special powers, boss.
And that was just a sample
of my mental might.
Oh, please, boss,
maybe you should let him go.
After one puny parlor trick?
Never!
FAT CAT: I want that pearl!
Okay, now ask Fat Cat...
Do you believe
in flying saucers?
What do I look like? E.T.?
(LAUGHING)
Ow!
(ALL SCREAMING)
You really do have powers.
(SCREAMING)
MEPS: But, boss,
you said only idiots
believed in that stuff.
Shut up!
Bow, you unbelievers.
Okay, okay.
We don't want any trouble.
(SCREAMS)
CHIP: Dale! Dale!
Can you hear me?
A trick!
Well, I hope you enjoyed
your little laugh, rodent,
because it's your last.
(GRUNTING)
Dale!
Help!
We're comin', pally.
No, you stop Fat Cat.
I'll rescue Dale.
Well, let's get
that pearl now,
shall we?
Ow!
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(SQUEAKING) We did it.
(DALE SHRIEKING)
Hang on, Dale.
Boy, are they gonna
be shell-shocked!
Let me out.
Let me out.
Help!
I'm coming, Dale.
(ALL SCREAMING)
Oh, my gosh!
Where's Dale?
Where is he?
Chip, he's not here.
We think maybe...
No! Dale!
If only I hadn't
played that stupid joke!
I'd give anything to see him,
to hear his voice again.
DALE: Anything?
Anything.
Well, then, Chip.
You got your wish.
Dale. Dale.
You're all right.
Naturally.
Oh, and, Chip,
got you last.
(BOTH LAUGHING)