Chip 'n' Dale Rescue Rangers (1988–1990): Season 2, Episode 41 - Le Purrfect Crime - full transcript
Poodles are fleeing Paris due to an irritating sound ray.
♪♪
♪ 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 ♪
Zipper, you could have at least
dressed for the occasion.
Ain't everyday
there's a fresh shipment
of blue cheese from France.
(squeaks) Sorry.
Ch-ee-ee-ee-se!
Ah!
(dog barking)
Crikey, something
about this cheese stinks.
(speaks French)
I cannot stand it
in here one more minute!
C'est terrible!
There's someone
in there.
(grunts)
Ooh, la la!
Free at last!
Begging your pardon,
but why would such
elegant canines
as yourselves
be stowing away
with the cheese?
Have you not heard?
There is a terrible whine
going through Paris.
Well, live and learn.
I thought they had
the best wine in the world.
Not wine, a "whine,"
like this.
Yikes!
C'est terrible, non?
Well, the whine in Paris
is much worse,
and only dogs
can hear it.
You see, we had
no choice but to flee.
Zipper, me boy,
this French whine
sounds like a job
for the Rescue Rangers.
Monty: Ah, here we are
in the city of Brie,
Camembert,
Roquefort cheese!
I thought we here
for the whine.
(barking)
Monty: We are.
The kind of whine
that poodle's
suffering from.
Let's follow him.
Wait a minute, goof.
If the poodles
are going that way,
whatever they're
running from is that way.
Snoodens, Snoodens,
my poodle!
Bet you bottom dollar
that man's looking
for a runaway poodle.
And something around here
made it run away.
Look! Up there!
The Ultrasonic
Poodle Perturber
works magnifique!
Oui, oui.
Soon Paris will be empty
of pampered poodles,
and then it will be
an all-cat town.
Ooh, la la!
Ah, to walk the streets
and never be chased
by flea-ridden mongrels,
No barking dogs
to ruin my cat naps.
Sheer heaven!
Dale, don't lean
on the door!
I'm just trying
to hear better.
Both: Whoa!
What is this?
Who dares burst in
on Maltese De Sade?
Nice going, goof-up.
Crikey, it's
a c-c-c-cat!
Sacrebleu, rodents!
I hate rodents.
You are a rodent,
Ratatouille.
Non, monsieur,
I am an artiste.
Okay, Rangers,
we need a plan.
Unfortunately,
I didn't plan on a plan.
-Maltese: A plan?
-(Rangers gasp)
Perhaps you should plan to
mind your own business.
Capturing two-bit villains
is our business.
We're the Rescue Rangers.
Rescue Rangers,
you say?
(grunting)
My cousin Fat Cat
has told me about
you virtuous vermin.
You hear that, Rangers?
He's Fat Cat's cousin.
Now I know
I don't like
this crooked kitty.
(screaming)
Bl-l-l-l-l.
Nyah nyah, you missed us!
Don't speak
too soon, nitwit.
Ready, aim...
Champagne!
Don't fret, pallies.
Nothing like
sweet whipped cream
to whip a sourpuss.
(exclaiming)
We creamed 'em.
Now's our chance
to get some licks in.
Sure is.
Dale, quit goofing off.
Take it easy, Chip.
I just want a little snack.
Whoa!
Oof!
(exclaiming)
Look who is licked now!
(laughs)
Le Sewer,
put the rodents in...
le sewer.
Flush them
out of my life.
(grunting)
Rangers: Whoa! Oof!
You really goofed up
this time, Dale.
Sometimes I think
the Rescue Rangers
would be better off
without you.
Hey, it wasn't
my fault.
Tell him, Gadget.
Well, if you believe in
the ethereal theory that
everything happens
for a reason,
Then it wasn't
your fault.
Technically, however,
You're a goof-up.
Monty, Zipper,
you tell him.
(squeaking)
Zipper's right.
We try to think of you
as comic relief.
Unfortunately,
the joke's usually on us.
Yeah, so why don't you do
something you can't mess up,
Chip: Like sightseeing?
Maybe he'll learn his lesson
if we solve this one case
without him.
Maybe the Rangers would be
better off without me.
I'm just
a worthless chipmunk,
No good to anybody.
Whoa! Sacrebleu!
Yeouch!
I better get going.
Wait a minute.
Where am I going?
Why can't I remember.
It should be as clear
as my name, which is...
which is...
Who am I?
Who are any of us?
This is
the essential question.
To live is to exist,
and yet
to exist is to live.
Yet...
Oy, and I thought
I was confused.
Now that those
Rescue rodents are vanquished,
I can continue
mon plan magnifique.
It is him!
Who?
You is who.
You know who I am?
Tell me!
This is a trick, non?
No. I really don't know
who I am.
Mmm. Strange how
the chipmunk does not
remember who he is.
But we do.
Let's throw him on
the subway track, Maltese,
and flatten him
like an omelet.
Haha, I have a better idea,
which is why I'm
a brilliant archvillain,
and you are but
a stupid sidekick.
Come along, my friend.
I will show you
who you are. (laughs)
(chewing)
So, are you gonna
tell me who I am,
or do we gotta
play 20 questions?
Viola!
You are Ramdale.
Ramdale?
Oui, oui,
you work for me.
You are
a feared criminal.
Gee, I--
I don't feel
like a criminal.
Yes! You are the meanest,
most feared chipmunk
in the world.
Your weapon is the plastic
espresso bean machine gun.
You are
the heartless rodent,
Le Sewer: The main dude.
The hunk of a monk.
And these are
your enemies,
the Rescue Rangers.
Paint your heart out,
Rembrat!
Now, who are you?
I am Ramdale.
Maltese: And who is
your enemy?
(French accent)
ze Rescue Rangers (laughs)
I mean, the Rescue Rangers.
And what is
your mission?
To decaffeinate them
with my espresso bean gun.
Very well, Ramdale. Now go
and complete your mission,
and do not return
until you have
brought me proof
that the Rescue Rangers
are as flat
as French toast.
Yo.
Whew! We must have seen
half of Paris' underside
getting out of there.
Chip, I really think
we should go find Dale.
We may have hurt
his feelings.
But this city is
full of tourist spots.
We may never find him
in time to stop Maltese.
Then let's split up.
Great idea,
Gadget, love.
You and Zipper
check out Notre Dame.
Gadget and I will
go to the museum.
(squeaks)
Maltese? Going
into a church?
Monty: (scoffs)
Overdue for confession,
no doubt.
Let's see what
that fuzz ball is up to.
I think
this is our stop.
(gasps)
What is it, Chip?
I'm not sure.
It looked like a familiar
Chipmunk terrorist.
Decaffeinate them!
You know, that guy I saw
looked kind of like Dale.
He was wearing a headband
and a-- (gasps)
Chip: It is Dale!
No. I'm your worst nightmare.
Both: Whoa!
I-- I think
we've lost him.
What's wrong
with him?
The question is,
what is wrong with society?
He is but a microcosm
in the lonely universe.
Why doesn't Dale
aim at him?
I guess I never should have
said those mean things to him.
But who would have thought
he'd become a traitor?
Dale a traitor?
I can't
believe that,
not in
a million years.
Is it one million A.D.
already?
(barking)
(laughing)
It works like
a charm, Maltese.
Yes, no?
Monsieur Le Sewer, you have
the brain petite.
Can't you see
the tower of Notre Dame
is not high enough
for my plan diabolique?
I do not want to chase dogs
just from the neighborhood.
I want every flea-monger
in Paris to flee,
and I want them gone now!
If only I had
a powerful antenna,
I could get rid of them
all at once.
So, that's what
that prissy pussy is up to.
Uh-oh!
I-- It's him!
Coffee anyone?
Gadget: In here!
What's that?
Ever had an art attack?
Dale, I'm sorry
for what I said.
You're important
to the Rangers.
Now, put away that coffee gun
before you sugar and cream us.
I don't know what
you're talking about?
My name's Ramdale.
Ramdale-- the decaffeinator!
Monty: Pallies,
are you in here?
What was that?
Chipper, I found out
what Maltese is
planning to do.
Later, Monty. Right now,
we have to stop Dale.
He's out
of his head.
That's it!
Dale is out of his head.
I bet he has amnesia.
How would he get that?
A conk on the head,
and if that caused
Dale's amnesia,
the only way
to bring him back is--
That's it, Gadget!
You hit the Dale on the head.
Four against one, huh?
Just the odds
I like!
Look out, mates!
Wet paint!
Not paint--
plaster du Paris!
Monty:
It's all up to you,
Chipper!
-That's what I was afraid of.
-(cranking)
Out of beans,
and I thought
they'd be good
to the last drop!
But there's more than one way
to skin a chipmunk.
Enguarde!
-Touche!
-Souffle!
-Allez!
-Say hey!
Take that!
Oh, yeah?
Well take this!
-Take that!
-Take this!
Take that!
Chip's trying to get that
tray of plaster
to fall on Dale's head.
And that! And that!
(giggles) Nyah nyah,
you missed me!
Ouch!
Take that and that!
And... hey,
this is fun, Chip.
Hey, you called me Chip!
How come I'm dressed
like this,
and why do I have
this sudden urge
to say, "yo"?
Dale, you're back!
Forget my back!
It's my head
that's killing me!
Who made that statue
of the Rangers?
Both: We're no statue!
Uh-oh. We better
get them out of there,
while I explain
the whole thing to you.
One more chip off
the old block
oughta do it, mates.
We're free!
(squeaks) Yippee!
I'm sorry, Dale.
This is all my fault.
I never should have said
the Rangers don't need you.
The important thing is
we've got the old Dale back!
Yeah. No, wait a minute.
Maybe we don't want
the old Dale back.
Oh, I get it.
You want Dale
to infiltrate Maltese's mob.
Infiltrate?
But I can't.
I don't know how.
I don't know what to do.
I don't even know
what that word means.
You will in a minute.
Dale: But why me?
You're the only one
who can find out
where and when
Maltese is gonna put his
crazy scheme into operation.
But I-- I never work alone.
You just did, pally.
When you were Ramdale,
you were one ferocious tiger
of a chipmunk.
He's right, Dale.
Somewhere inside you
beats the heart of
a fearless warrior.
Now that I have
finally discovered
the perfect place
to hook up
my Ultrasonic
Poodle Perturber,
it is time to go through
with my plan diabolique!
(laughs)
(all gasp)
Maltese:
So it is you,
Ramdale.
Have you completed
your mission
and disposed of
the Rescue Rangers?
You bet!
They hit me
with their best shot,
but they're such wimps,
I beat them with
one hand behind my back.
Dale's laying it
on a little thick.
So, if you've done
what you say you did,
where is the proof
I asked you for?
(gulp)
Proof?
-Proof?
-(squeaks)
You have
betrayed moi!
Since you have
no proof
that the Rangers
are destroyed,
how do I know
you are not lying?
(gulp) Cross my heart
and hope to die?
Let's hope
this works.
It appears that you
sacre -blew it.
No, no, no.
I didn't.
I have the evidence
here somewhere.
Let's see.
What are you doing
with that hat?
Uhh... I don't know.
Keeping my ears warm?
Evidence. Where did I
put that evidence?
That is the hat
belonging to the leader
of the Rescue Rangers.
Yeah, it is! I told you
I had some evidence.
I was just keeping it
under my hat.
Magnifique,
Ramdale!
You have
proven yourself.
Nothing can
stop us now.
Oh, thank you for not
killing me, mademoiselle.
Very funny.
For too long, Paris has been
raining cats and dogs.
It's time to step
on some poodles!
What exactly
are you gonna do?
I am going to
broadcast
my ultrasonic
sound ray
from the most
powerful antenna
in all of France.
And, uh, where is that?
You will find out
when we get there.
Don't you like
surprises?
Love them.
(footsteps)
They're coming!
Quick! In here!
(laughing)
Onward to glory we go!
Chip: We're locked in!
(grunting)
They're gone!
And Dale's a goner
if that crabby tabby finds out
he's a double agent.
Viola!
There is the key to
my plan diabolique!
Le Tour d'Eiffel.
Looks just like
the Eiffel Tower.
It is the Eiffel Tower,
souffle brain!
There's something about
what Maltese De Sade said
that keeps sticking
in my mind
about how he's going to use
the biggest antenna in France.
That could be
anywhere.
By the time we find it,
it'll too late.
Hmm, it would have to be
big and tall
and made of metal.
Of course!
The Eiffel Tower!
Come on. This street
leads right to it.
Maltese: Ramdale, wait here
and guard the Ultrasonic
Poodle Perturber
with your life
while we look for
the best place to hook it up.
Oui, oui, mademoiselle.
Your little jest
escapes moi.
This is my chance
to pull the plug
on this crazy machine.
The old squeaky dog bone
on the blackboard trick.
Shouldn't be too hard
to dismantle this.
-I'll just--
-What are you doing?
I just wanted to see
how your machine worked.
A dog bone
on a chalkboard.
You're a genius!
Well, yes. I guess
I am that.
Wow, I never worked
with a genuine genius before!
I mean, back when I was
a Rescue Ranger,
I saw Gadget invent
some pretty neat stuff.
Of course, I don't remember
any of that now.
I was Dale then,
but I'm Ramdale now.
Never heard of, uh, Dale.
I can't even think of his name.
So, you have regained
your memory.
Well, I will give you
a conk on the head
that you will never forget.
Take him to the tippy top
of the tower!
Monty:
This is our stop, pallies.
Chip: I don't see them,
but it's so high up.
Monty: What we need
are some binoculars.
I have an idea.
Come on.
Chip:
Higher, Monty, higher.
To the left. Hold it.
-Gadget: Uh-oh.
-Chip: Looks like
Dale's blown his cover.
We got to
bail him out.
We could, but we've got
to get up there fast.
Rangers, get ready
for liftoff.
Alley oop!
(speaking French)
Can we throw him
off now, boss? Please?
Pretty please? We'll shove
his friend from the top.
Not yet.
It's every villain's right
to show off in front
of his adversaries.
I gotta stop him.
The Rangers are
counting on me.
C'est magnifique!
I won't let
the Rangers down
this time. I won't.
I'm a fearless
warrior!
I'm as ferocious
as a tiger!
I'm a fearless
warrior!
What is this pathetic
chipmunk mumbling?
I'm as ferocious
as a tiger!
Aah!
Wha--
No!
Maltese: My device!
She is smashed flat
as a Crepe Suzette.
What have you done?
What have any
of us done?
To exist is to do.
To do is to be done.
What is
the big to-do?
Ha!
Now throw him
to the pavement!
Make him shatter
into 1,000 pieces
like a bottle
of Beaujolais.
(speaking French)
You're a mouse.
I'm a rat.
We're
practically
related.
Now I can destroy
two rodents
for the price
of one.
I will rip you
apart like
a croissant.
But you won't be
so lucky.
Aah!
Ha ha ha!
Monty: Never fails.
Those cats always land
on their feet.
Gadget: I loved Paris,
but it's great
to be home again.
(squeaks) Yeah, you said it.
Dale, I'll never doubt
your abilities again.
The Rangers just wouldn't be
the Rangers without you.
And there's about
a million French poodles
who are forever
grateful to you.
-Girl Poodle: Bravo!
-Boy Poodle: Hooray for
the Rescue Rangers!
We heard
the good news.
We are taking the next boat
back to Paris.
Any time you have
a problem,
just remember to call
the Rescue--
(gurgling)
Rangers!
♪ 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 ♪
Zipper, you could have at least
dressed for the occasion.
Ain't everyday
there's a fresh shipment
of blue cheese from France.
(squeaks) Sorry.
Ch-ee-ee-ee-se!
Ah!
(dog barking)
Crikey, something
about this cheese stinks.
(speaks French)
I cannot stand it
in here one more minute!
C'est terrible!
There's someone
in there.
(grunts)
Ooh, la la!
Free at last!
Begging your pardon,
but why would such
elegant canines
as yourselves
be stowing away
with the cheese?
Have you not heard?
There is a terrible whine
going through Paris.
Well, live and learn.
I thought they had
the best wine in the world.
Not wine, a "whine,"
like this.
Yikes!
C'est terrible, non?
Well, the whine in Paris
is much worse,
and only dogs
can hear it.
You see, we had
no choice but to flee.
Zipper, me boy,
this French whine
sounds like a job
for the Rescue Rangers.
Monty: Ah, here we are
in the city of Brie,
Camembert,
Roquefort cheese!
I thought we here
for the whine.
(barking)
Monty: We are.
The kind of whine
that poodle's
suffering from.
Let's follow him.
Wait a minute, goof.
If the poodles
are going that way,
whatever they're
running from is that way.
Snoodens, Snoodens,
my poodle!
Bet you bottom dollar
that man's looking
for a runaway poodle.
And something around here
made it run away.
Look! Up there!
The Ultrasonic
Poodle Perturber
works magnifique!
Oui, oui.
Soon Paris will be empty
of pampered poodles,
and then it will be
an all-cat town.
Ooh, la la!
Ah, to walk the streets
and never be chased
by flea-ridden mongrels,
No barking dogs
to ruin my cat naps.
Sheer heaven!
Dale, don't lean
on the door!
I'm just trying
to hear better.
Both: Whoa!
What is this?
Who dares burst in
on Maltese De Sade?
Nice going, goof-up.
Crikey, it's
a c-c-c-cat!
Sacrebleu, rodents!
I hate rodents.
You are a rodent,
Ratatouille.
Non, monsieur,
I am an artiste.
Okay, Rangers,
we need a plan.
Unfortunately,
I didn't plan on a plan.
-Maltese: A plan?
-(Rangers gasp)
Perhaps you should plan to
mind your own business.
Capturing two-bit villains
is our business.
We're the Rescue Rangers.
Rescue Rangers,
you say?
(grunting)
My cousin Fat Cat
has told me about
you virtuous vermin.
You hear that, Rangers?
He's Fat Cat's cousin.
Now I know
I don't like
this crooked kitty.
(screaming)
Bl-l-l-l-l.
Nyah nyah, you missed us!
Don't speak
too soon, nitwit.
Ready, aim...
Champagne!
Don't fret, pallies.
Nothing like
sweet whipped cream
to whip a sourpuss.
(exclaiming)
We creamed 'em.
Now's our chance
to get some licks in.
Sure is.
Dale, quit goofing off.
Take it easy, Chip.
I just want a little snack.
Whoa!
Oof!
(exclaiming)
Look who is licked now!
(laughs)
Le Sewer,
put the rodents in...
le sewer.
Flush them
out of my life.
(grunting)
Rangers: Whoa! Oof!
You really goofed up
this time, Dale.
Sometimes I think
the Rescue Rangers
would be better off
without you.
Hey, it wasn't
my fault.
Tell him, Gadget.
Well, if you believe in
the ethereal theory that
everything happens
for a reason,
Then it wasn't
your fault.
Technically, however,
You're a goof-up.
Monty, Zipper,
you tell him.
(squeaking)
Zipper's right.
We try to think of you
as comic relief.
Unfortunately,
the joke's usually on us.
Yeah, so why don't you do
something you can't mess up,
Chip: Like sightseeing?
Maybe he'll learn his lesson
if we solve this one case
without him.
Maybe the Rangers would be
better off without me.
I'm just
a worthless chipmunk,
No good to anybody.
Whoa! Sacrebleu!
Yeouch!
I better get going.
Wait a minute.
Where am I going?
Why can't I remember.
It should be as clear
as my name, which is...
which is...
Who am I?
Who are any of us?
This is
the essential question.
To live is to exist,
and yet
to exist is to live.
Yet...
Oy, and I thought
I was confused.
Now that those
Rescue rodents are vanquished,
I can continue
mon plan magnifique.
It is him!
Who?
You is who.
You know who I am?
Tell me!
This is a trick, non?
No. I really don't know
who I am.
Mmm. Strange how
the chipmunk does not
remember who he is.
But we do.
Let's throw him on
the subway track, Maltese,
and flatten him
like an omelet.
Haha, I have a better idea,
which is why I'm
a brilliant archvillain,
and you are but
a stupid sidekick.
Come along, my friend.
I will show you
who you are. (laughs)
(chewing)
So, are you gonna
tell me who I am,
or do we gotta
play 20 questions?
Viola!
You are Ramdale.
Ramdale?
Oui, oui,
you work for me.
You are
a feared criminal.
Gee, I--
I don't feel
like a criminal.
Yes! You are the meanest,
most feared chipmunk
in the world.
Your weapon is the plastic
espresso bean machine gun.
You are
the heartless rodent,
Le Sewer: The main dude.
The hunk of a monk.
And these are
your enemies,
the Rescue Rangers.
Paint your heart out,
Rembrat!
Now, who are you?
I am Ramdale.
Maltese: And who is
your enemy?
(French accent)
ze Rescue Rangers (laughs)
I mean, the Rescue Rangers.
And what is
your mission?
To decaffeinate them
with my espresso bean gun.
Very well, Ramdale. Now go
and complete your mission,
and do not return
until you have
brought me proof
that the Rescue Rangers
are as flat
as French toast.
Yo.
Whew! We must have seen
half of Paris' underside
getting out of there.
Chip, I really think
we should go find Dale.
We may have hurt
his feelings.
But this city is
full of tourist spots.
We may never find him
in time to stop Maltese.
Then let's split up.
Great idea,
Gadget, love.
You and Zipper
check out Notre Dame.
Gadget and I will
go to the museum.
(squeaks)
Maltese? Going
into a church?
Monty: (scoffs)
Overdue for confession,
no doubt.
Let's see what
that fuzz ball is up to.
I think
this is our stop.
(gasps)
What is it, Chip?
I'm not sure.
It looked like a familiar
Chipmunk terrorist.
Decaffeinate them!
You know, that guy I saw
looked kind of like Dale.
He was wearing a headband
and a-- (gasps)
Chip: It is Dale!
No. I'm your worst nightmare.
Both: Whoa!
I-- I think
we've lost him.
What's wrong
with him?
The question is,
what is wrong with society?
He is but a microcosm
in the lonely universe.
Why doesn't Dale
aim at him?
I guess I never should have
said those mean things to him.
But who would have thought
he'd become a traitor?
Dale a traitor?
I can't
believe that,
not in
a million years.
Is it one million A.D.
already?
(barking)
(laughing)
It works like
a charm, Maltese.
Yes, no?
Monsieur Le Sewer, you have
the brain petite.
Can't you see
the tower of Notre Dame
is not high enough
for my plan diabolique?
I do not want to chase dogs
just from the neighborhood.
I want every flea-monger
in Paris to flee,
and I want them gone now!
If only I had
a powerful antenna,
I could get rid of them
all at once.
So, that's what
that prissy pussy is up to.
Uh-oh!
I-- It's him!
Coffee anyone?
Gadget: In here!
What's that?
Ever had an art attack?
Dale, I'm sorry
for what I said.
You're important
to the Rangers.
Now, put away that coffee gun
before you sugar and cream us.
I don't know what
you're talking about?
My name's Ramdale.
Ramdale-- the decaffeinator!
Monty: Pallies,
are you in here?
What was that?
Chipper, I found out
what Maltese is
planning to do.
Later, Monty. Right now,
we have to stop Dale.
He's out
of his head.
That's it!
Dale is out of his head.
I bet he has amnesia.
How would he get that?
A conk on the head,
and if that caused
Dale's amnesia,
the only way
to bring him back is--
That's it, Gadget!
You hit the Dale on the head.
Four against one, huh?
Just the odds
I like!
Look out, mates!
Wet paint!
Not paint--
plaster du Paris!
Monty:
It's all up to you,
Chipper!
-That's what I was afraid of.
-(cranking)
Out of beans,
and I thought
they'd be good
to the last drop!
But there's more than one way
to skin a chipmunk.
Enguarde!
-Touche!
-Souffle!
-Allez!
-Say hey!
Take that!
Oh, yeah?
Well take this!
-Take that!
-Take this!
Take that!
Chip's trying to get that
tray of plaster
to fall on Dale's head.
And that! And that!
(giggles) Nyah nyah,
you missed me!
Ouch!
Take that and that!
And... hey,
this is fun, Chip.
Hey, you called me Chip!
How come I'm dressed
like this,
and why do I have
this sudden urge
to say, "yo"?
Dale, you're back!
Forget my back!
It's my head
that's killing me!
Who made that statue
of the Rangers?
Both: We're no statue!
Uh-oh. We better
get them out of there,
while I explain
the whole thing to you.
One more chip off
the old block
oughta do it, mates.
We're free!
(squeaks) Yippee!
I'm sorry, Dale.
This is all my fault.
I never should have said
the Rangers don't need you.
The important thing is
we've got the old Dale back!
Yeah. No, wait a minute.
Maybe we don't want
the old Dale back.
Oh, I get it.
You want Dale
to infiltrate Maltese's mob.
Infiltrate?
But I can't.
I don't know how.
I don't know what to do.
I don't even know
what that word means.
You will in a minute.
Dale: But why me?
You're the only one
who can find out
where and when
Maltese is gonna put his
crazy scheme into operation.
But I-- I never work alone.
You just did, pally.
When you were Ramdale,
you were one ferocious tiger
of a chipmunk.
He's right, Dale.
Somewhere inside you
beats the heart of
a fearless warrior.
Now that I have
finally discovered
the perfect place
to hook up
my Ultrasonic
Poodle Perturber,
it is time to go through
with my plan diabolique!
(laughs)
(all gasp)
Maltese:
So it is you,
Ramdale.
Have you completed
your mission
and disposed of
the Rescue Rangers?
You bet!
They hit me
with their best shot,
but they're such wimps,
I beat them with
one hand behind my back.
Dale's laying it
on a little thick.
So, if you've done
what you say you did,
where is the proof
I asked you for?
(gulp)
Proof?
-Proof?
-(squeaks)
You have
betrayed moi!
Since you have
no proof
that the Rangers
are destroyed,
how do I know
you are not lying?
(gulp) Cross my heart
and hope to die?
Let's hope
this works.
It appears that you
sacre -blew it.
No, no, no.
I didn't.
I have the evidence
here somewhere.
Let's see.
What are you doing
with that hat?
Uhh... I don't know.
Keeping my ears warm?
Evidence. Where did I
put that evidence?
That is the hat
belonging to the leader
of the Rescue Rangers.
Yeah, it is! I told you
I had some evidence.
I was just keeping it
under my hat.
Magnifique,
Ramdale!
You have
proven yourself.
Nothing can
stop us now.
Oh, thank you for not
killing me, mademoiselle.
Very funny.
For too long, Paris has been
raining cats and dogs.
It's time to step
on some poodles!
What exactly
are you gonna do?
I am going to
broadcast
my ultrasonic
sound ray
from the most
powerful antenna
in all of France.
And, uh, where is that?
You will find out
when we get there.
Don't you like
surprises?
Love them.
(footsteps)
They're coming!
Quick! In here!
(laughing)
Onward to glory we go!
Chip: We're locked in!
(grunting)
They're gone!
And Dale's a goner
if that crabby tabby finds out
he's a double agent.
Viola!
There is the key to
my plan diabolique!
Le Tour d'Eiffel.
Looks just like
the Eiffel Tower.
It is the Eiffel Tower,
souffle brain!
There's something about
what Maltese De Sade said
that keeps sticking
in my mind
about how he's going to use
the biggest antenna in France.
That could be
anywhere.
By the time we find it,
it'll too late.
Hmm, it would have to be
big and tall
and made of metal.
Of course!
The Eiffel Tower!
Come on. This street
leads right to it.
Maltese: Ramdale, wait here
and guard the Ultrasonic
Poodle Perturber
with your life
while we look for
the best place to hook it up.
Oui, oui, mademoiselle.
Your little jest
escapes moi.
This is my chance
to pull the plug
on this crazy machine.
The old squeaky dog bone
on the blackboard trick.
Shouldn't be too hard
to dismantle this.
-I'll just--
-What are you doing?
I just wanted to see
how your machine worked.
A dog bone
on a chalkboard.
You're a genius!
Well, yes. I guess
I am that.
Wow, I never worked
with a genuine genius before!
I mean, back when I was
a Rescue Ranger,
I saw Gadget invent
some pretty neat stuff.
Of course, I don't remember
any of that now.
I was Dale then,
but I'm Ramdale now.
Never heard of, uh, Dale.
I can't even think of his name.
So, you have regained
your memory.
Well, I will give you
a conk on the head
that you will never forget.
Take him to the tippy top
of the tower!
Monty:
This is our stop, pallies.
Chip: I don't see them,
but it's so high up.
Monty: What we need
are some binoculars.
I have an idea.
Come on.
Chip:
Higher, Monty, higher.
To the left. Hold it.
-Gadget: Uh-oh.
-Chip: Looks like
Dale's blown his cover.
We got to
bail him out.
We could, but we've got
to get up there fast.
Rangers, get ready
for liftoff.
Alley oop!
(speaking French)
Can we throw him
off now, boss? Please?
Pretty please? We'll shove
his friend from the top.
Not yet.
It's every villain's right
to show off in front
of his adversaries.
I gotta stop him.
The Rangers are
counting on me.
C'est magnifique!
I won't let
the Rangers down
this time. I won't.
I'm a fearless
warrior!
I'm as ferocious
as a tiger!
I'm a fearless
warrior!
What is this pathetic
chipmunk mumbling?
I'm as ferocious
as a tiger!
Aah!
Wha--
No!
Maltese: My device!
She is smashed flat
as a Crepe Suzette.
What have you done?
What have any
of us done?
To exist is to do.
To do is to be done.
What is
the big to-do?
Ha!
Now throw him
to the pavement!
Make him shatter
into 1,000 pieces
like a bottle
of Beaujolais.
(speaking French)
You're a mouse.
I'm a rat.
We're
practically
related.
Now I can destroy
two rodents
for the price
of one.
I will rip you
apart like
a croissant.
But you won't be
so lucky.
Aah!
Ha ha ha!
Monty: Never fails.
Those cats always land
on their feet.
Gadget: I loved Paris,
but it's great
to be home again.
(squeaks) Yeah, you said it.
Dale, I'll never doubt
your abilities again.
The Rangers just wouldn't be
the Rangers without you.
And there's about
a million French poodles
who are forever
grateful to you.
-Girl Poodle: Bravo!
-Boy Poodle: Hooray for
the Rescue Rangers!
We heard
the good news.
We are taking the next boat
back to Paris.
Any time you have
a problem,
just remember to call
the Rescue--
(gurgling)
Rangers!