DuckTales (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Storkules in Duckburg! - full transcript
Louie attempts to start his own business but doesn't know what the business should be. When Storkules appears in Duckburg, Louie recruits him to start a monster fighting business. Storkules...
[music plays]
Introducing...
Louie, Incorporated!
It's a business.
It's a dream.
It's a movement.
Suits. Ties. Charts.
Numbers. Yachts.
Jet skis. You?
Louie, Incorporated! It's a
dream, business, movement.
[music switches off] -Did you
just do an Internet search
for the word "business"?
That's a trade secret.
So is it...
some kind of
lemonade stand or...?
It's a dream of tomorrow
made manifest today.
Okay, so there's some things
I haven't figured out yet.
Like what your business
sells, does, and is.
Sure, yeah, but... this
business is everything to me.
I want to be a successful
businessman like you,
'cause you're, like,
my idol and...
possibly angel investor?
You cannae just set out
to make money.
You have to find a problem
and offer a solution.
My problem is,
I need money.
And if you would just give it to
me already, problem solutioned.
Louie, Louie, Louie.
Look at your Uncle Donald.
He saw there was a housing
shortage in Duckburg,
so he's renting out the spare
room in his houseboat.
Problem, solution.
He's helping people, and...
Is he stealing my chandelier?
Oi!
But it takes money
to make money, right?
I just need a tiny little bit,
and I'll get out of your hair.
All right, lad.
How much do you need?
- 2.5 billion, please.
- [snickering]
[uproarious laughter]
[laughter continues]
- Fancy!
- [thudding]
Waah! Earthquake!
Batten down the hatches!
[gasps]
Aw, phooey!
O glorious day!
The gods smile
upon our meeting. Ha, ha!
Storkules?
You gotta go.
My new tenant will
be here any minute.
Me wonderest what blessed
soul be so fortunate
as to share quarters with
the legendary Donald Duck, hmm?
I don't know. Go,
before you scare him away!
But wouldst that
even be possible
if your new roommate
were incapable
of feeling fear, hmm?
Oh, no.
If indeed he were the Defender
of Delphi, the Lion of Lindos...
- Oh, no.
- For what if he
be I, Storkules!
Slumber party!
[shouting]
♪♪ Theme Song Plays...
♪ Life is like a hurricane ♪
♪ Here in Duckburg ♪
♪ Race cars, lasers,
airplanes ♪
♪ It's a duck-blur ♪
♪ We might solve
a mystery ♪
♪ Or rewrite history ♪
♪ Ducktales, whoo-ooh ♪
♪ Every day they're out there
making Ducktales ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh ♪
♪ Tales of derring-do ♪
♪ Bad and good-luck tales ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh ♪
♪ D-d-danger lurks behind you ♪
♪ There's a stranger
out to find you ♪
♪ What to do? ♪
♪ Just grab on
to some Ducktales ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh ♪
♪ Every day they're out there ♪
♪ Making Ducktales ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh ♪
♪ Tales of daring
bad and good ♪
♪ Not ponytails
or cottontails ♪
- ♪ No, Ducktales! ♪
- ♪ Whoo-ooh! ♪
*DUCKTALES (2017)*
Season 02 Episode 05
Episode Title :
"Storkules in Duckburg!"
Ah! Ha, ha!
Why, oh, why?
Why do our journeys
cosmically intersect
like Damon and Pythias?
No, why are you here?
Oh. Father Zeus grew
agitated with my lute playing,
so he rained a hail of harpies
upon my merriment,
causing much chaos
in Maceduckia.
As punishment
for my childish gaiety,
Father cast me out
and ordered me to become...
a responsible adult.
So I thought,
who better to teach me
than the most responsible
man I know?
Oh...
A successful business must
find a problem and solve it.
And that, my employees, is what
we are here to figure out.
We're not your employees,
we're your family.
At Louie Inc., family are the
greatest employees of all.
I mean, except Dewey. Dewey
would make a terrible employee.
[inhales sharply]
This is clearly
a bad idea.
Well, then, I guess
Webby will have to be
- Chief Chart Officer.
- [gasps] Ooh!
Yeah. Gonna need a lot of charts.
And checklists.
Plus maybe checklists for those charts.
Webby'll be great.
- Gah! Okay, fine. I'm in!
- [Webby grumbles]
Okay team, let's brainstorm.
What do people need?
Infinite cookies! Crocheted
hand grenade holders!
Oh! Free hugs! -Why don't
you just sell lemonade?
Ugh. Lemonade
is small potatoes.
- Oh! Potato-ade!
- [groans]
[snoring]
- [crashing]
- [exclaims]
[smoke alarm beeping]
Cohabitant Donald!
Good morrow!
My kitchen! -Oh, Donald,
'twas nearly disastrous.
Your sto-o-ve...
made a horrible hissing sound
when activated.
Clearly a foe filled it
with dangerous vipers.
So I wrested
the infernal snake box
from the wall
and threw it to safety!
But now, we eat
and restore
our heroic vigor.
So... how long
do you plan to stay?
Why, until I become a
responsible adult like you.
"Roommate Responsibility."
What hallowed creed be this?
"Quiet hours
from 7:00 to 6:00." Hmm.
"Don't use my toothpaste."
Uh-huh.
And pay your rent on time.
Rent? Why,
I assumed I'd pay
with good cheer
and eternal friendship.
Ahoy-hoy!
- "Friendship is not money." Hmm.
- You need a job.
By Helios's Chariot!
A jo-o-b.
That sounds most responsible.
[screeching]
They followed me
from Greece!
I must wrangle those wretches
so I can get back to
my glorious labor
of roommate responsibility.
No pets!
By the way, there is orzo
in the slow cooker.
Do not open it...
[gasps]
lest the pasta fail
to absorb the broth!
- Bye!
- Waah!
But, Louie, how can we have
a corporate retreat
if we don't even know
what the business is yet?
That's why we're here...
To kick loose.
You know,
let the creativity flow.
We'll come up with
a business idea in no time.
Hmm. We've already spent
our entire annual budget
on skee-ball,
so... company done?
Everyone relax, okay?
Our company just needs to
find a problem to solve.
- [patrons screaming]
- [both gasp]
[screeching]
Just any problem at all.
- [screeches]
- [screams]
My eyes!
My delicate costume eyes!
[all screaming]
Sit! Heel! Shoo!
[game beeping]
Ha!
- [screeches]
- [crying]
Where fun is in the...
[powers down]
[crying]
[screeching]
Harpies, be gone!
Woo-hoo-hoo!
Thank you, kind sir!
You saved us!
How can I repay you?
A hero labors not for
personal gain, only...
$500 plus tax.
We also accept
Funzo Bucks.
You're hired!
[gasps]
You mean, a job?
Welcome to Harp-B-Gone,
- a division of Louie Inc.
- Hurrah!
Oh, roommate
responsibility.
[gasps]
Oh, no. The toga holder.
[grunts, exclaims]
What's going on?
Oh, nothing.
[chuckles]
Just going to work.
I'm off to my job.
Nothing like the dignity
of a hard day's labor.
[camera beeps, whirrs]
Mother, Father, what a
beautiful and harpy-free day
for a helpless mortal tot
like me to enjoy.
Goo-goo and gah-gah!
Yes, sirree. So glad
there's no harpies around.
Right, sweetums?
You said it, hubby.
Who wrote this?
- [screeching]
- A harpy!
Oh, what's a hapless babe
to do?
I hath made
a mighty boom boom
in my diapie!
I'm Louie Duck,
founder and C.E.O.
of Harp-B-Gone.
We're the leading task force
dedicated to humanely capturing
those pesky winged beasts
infesting Duckburg.
Remember,
if you hear a "skree,"
call Louie.
Harp-B-Gone not responsible for any
shredding, pecking, clawing, tinnitus,
exploding ear drums and-or
permanent fear of birds.
Employer Llewellyn,
if I may,
why do we play dress-up when
there are still harpies afoot?
If someone sees a harpy,
they have to know who to call
and pay lots of money
to get rid of it.
You better hope someone calls,
because we're already broke.
Guys, are the harpies
really so bad?
Instead of capturing them, why don't
we just channel their passion
into something positive
for society.
The problem can't be
the solution, Webby.
That's just business.
If we're gonna trap them, we're gonna
have to figure out what they want.
No mortal can know the mind
of the featherless beast face.
Ha! The Junior Woodchuck
Guidebook knows.
Harpies: flying beats of myth
that steal... -[screeches]
Oh, no!
The thing I love most!
"Steals the thing
you love most."
Huh, says it
right there. Hmm.
We're in business!
[phones ringing]
Harp-B-Gone, please hold.
Harp-B Gone, please hold.
- [alarm ringing]
- [screeching]
[laughs]
[screeching]
[screeches]
[cash register rings]
[screeching]
[cash register rings]
[screeches]
[shouting]
[cash register ringing]
[screeching]
[laughing]
[screeching]
[mumbling]
[male announcer]
L-L-Live from McDuck Manor,
it's Dewey Dewnight,
with our very special guests,
the hottest name in
supernatural pest removal,
Harp-B-Gone!
So-ho, Louie,
my bro, C.E.O.,
what's next for
Harp-B-Gone?
Merchandise!
I gotta tell you,
selling out is everything
I've dreamed it would be.
We got Harpy-B-Gone
pop-up books...
[gasps]
The harpy talon
grabber arm.
And the kids love this one...
The harpy skree-mask.
- Foul hex of Hades, they've reproduced!
- [groans]
Stop squirming,
vile harpy child!
Storkules, it's me, Huey!
So you've been at this
for weeks.
When are these Harp-B's
finally gonna B gone?
[laughs
Who knows? Years, decades,
hopefully never?
Worry not. The harpies
are vanquished.
We captured the last cur today!
Huzzah!
[gasps] We what? Meeting at
headquarters in 10 seconds.
Storkules, the harpies
aren't really gone, are they?
Indeed they are.
Our business endeavor
is a smashing success!
And my heroic labor of
responsibility is nigh complete!
There's no business
without the harpies!
But I thought wrangling the beasts
was the point of the business.
The point of the business
is to make money!
Or we could work
with the harpies.
I've been training them.
I already got them to roll
over a couple of times...
before they gnawed
through the floor.
I've been figured out how
to get them to listen, and...
Or we could keep
the monsters locked up,
you can pay us,
and we'll call it a day.
Oh, yeah. [laughs]
Right. No problem.
Yeah.
I'll just reach
into my pocket,
where the money is...
[chuckles]
and your money
is comi-i-i-ing...
You spent all the money on the
merchandise, didn't you?
Yep, sure did.
But we can sell it
and make billions!
Or I could pay you
in-in grabber arms, perhaps?
I cannot pay my rent.
I hath failed my heroic
labor of responsibility.
If I be not a hero,
be I a... zero?
Don't worry, Storkules.
I will figure something out.
[harpies screech]
[snoring]
[muttering]
- [squeaks]
- What?
Huh? What? Huh?
Ah...
- [screeching]
- [gasping]
[yawns, snores]
[relieved sigh]
- [gasps]
- [gasps]
Corporate Overlord
Llewellyn!
What art thou doing?
I just wanted to check to see
if they were locked in safely.
[screeching]
Yep, everything looks good,
so you can just go, I guess.
Of course! Employer Llewellyn,
you have the honesty
and integrity
of a true hero,
- just like your uncle.
- Fine.
I was gonna let them out, okay?
I have to save the business!
[snores]
- Quick, hide!
- [duck squeaks]
Sometimes your solution
to a problem is so good,
there's no more problem,
which is itself a problem,
so you have to make
a new problem
so you can sell
a solution.
Do you see my problem?
[screeching]
Oh, vexing riddle!
If we unleash the savages,
they'll destroy Duckburg and take
countless innocent lives, but...
if we leave them here,
I'll miss my rent payment.
[screeching, pounding]
[grunting]
Help, lest
the harpies disturb
Donald's
delicate slumber!
Hey, what's going on?
[chuckles]
Just, you know,
getting a midnight snack.
Rumbles in the tumbles.
[gulps, groans]
We should let you get back
to your beauty rest.
Not that
your classical visage
could get
any more statuesque.
Yep.
Whatever he said.
[exclaiming]
[screeching]
What is that?
It's just a... a pet.
They followed us home,
Uncle Donald.
Can we keep 'em?
Please?
I told you... no pets!
Honorable Donald, please!
I can explain! Listen...
No! You're out!
- You and your pets!
- No, Donald!
No! You mustn't
let the beasts out!
[screeching]
[gasps]
[screeching]
[gasping]
Down! Heel!
What did you do, Louie?
[exclaiming]
Oh, magnanimous Donald,
please see it fit
in your saintly heart
to forgive me.
I only did it to honor
your most hallowed house rules.
Just go away!
Donald, no!
Our treasured friendship
is one the thing
I love most!
[screeching]
- [all] Uncle Donald!
- [exclaims]
That was most unwise
of me.
What the... The solution to the problem
became an even bigger problem!
Unless... Oh, no,
I'm the problem!
Yes, of course.
Obviously!
No, this is the problem!
- Waah!
- [screeching]
Humbled Llewellyn,
are you prepared
to do the right thing?
Okay, yes.
Wait! No!
I take that back!
[Storkules]
Friend Donald!
Harpies, get ready to B gone!
Trademark: Louie Duck.
We'd better think fast.
- Just let us down!
- No!
- We're a hundred feet high!
- [screeching]
- [creaking]
- [gasping]
[shouts]
Uncle Donald!
Hold on!
Roommate Donald, I dare not
disrespect your boundaries,
but may I have permission
to enter your personal space
for the sole purpose
of saving your life?
Yes, yes!
My beloved merch!
[screeching]
- [grunts]
- Help!
[screeching]
Goodbye, Harp-B-Gone,
a subsidiary
of Louie, Incorporated.
[straining, shouts]
[exclaiming, gasps]
[blubbers]
[screeching]
Aah!
[grunting]
[screeching]
What are you doing?
Solving the problem.
[screeching]
What a fine home you've made,
noble Donald.
And for a brief moment,
as your roommate,
I tasted that perfection.
But alas,
it seems I be not worthy
to share quarters with
the noblest duck in the world.
Okay, fine.
You can stay.
- Ha, ha!
- In an apartment,
and I'll help you
find it.
Father will be most proud!
I shall never forget this,
my inseparable chum, Donald!
Oh! Nor your grave lesson
of roommate etiquette
and personal space.
[screeching]
Where were you?
- [screeching]
- [gasps]
Had a business opportunity
in Cape Suzette.
So, you lost it all,
did you?
Yep. Big-time.
Oh, here's
your investment back.
Consider it payment
for that new idea you gave me.
You opened
a lemonade business?
Enjoy it.
That's the only can.
We couldn't figure out a cost-effective
way to transport the lemons
from Cape Suzette
to the juicery in town.
- [exclaims]
- [screeching]
Huh?
No!
Heel! Sit!
Huh. No one ever asked
what they love most.
[exclaims]
Looks like Scrooge McDuck
is turning lemons
into lemonade?
Mr. McDuck's new
Fair Trade Lemonade
is 100% organic
and sustainable,
from the farm-fresh lemons
shipped in from Cape Suzette
to the rehabilitated harpies
that deliver and squeeze them.
That's right, Roxanne.
No shipping costs,
no fuel emissions.
And we pay them
in the thing they love most:
delicious
McDuck Brand Lemonade.
Hup!
Because as C.D.O.,
- Chief Delivery Officer...
- Unpaid intern.
Not now.
I believe in
turning problems
into solutions.
But how do you keep the harpies
from stealing all your lemonade?
- [screeching]
- [gasps]
We are still working
on that particular problem.
♪♪ Theme music plays...
Sync corrections by srjanapala
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Introducing...
Louie, Incorporated!
It's a business.
It's a dream.
It's a movement.
Suits. Ties. Charts.
Numbers. Yachts.
Jet skis. You?
Louie, Incorporated! It's a
dream, business, movement.
[music switches off] -Did you
just do an Internet search
for the word "business"?
That's a trade secret.
So is it...
some kind of
lemonade stand or...?
It's a dream of tomorrow
made manifest today.
Okay, so there's some things
I haven't figured out yet.
Like what your business
sells, does, and is.
Sure, yeah, but... this
business is everything to me.
I want to be a successful
businessman like you,
'cause you're, like,
my idol and...
possibly angel investor?
You cannae just set out
to make money.
You have to find a problem
and offer a solution.
My problem is,
I need money.
And if you would just give it to
me already, problem solutioned.
Louie, Louie, Louie.
Look at your Uncle Donald.
He saw there was a housing
shortage in Duckburg,
so he's renting out the spare
room in his houseboat.
Problem, solution.
He's helping people, and...
Is he stealing my chandelier?
Oi!
But it takes money
to make money, right?
I just need a tiny little bit,
and I'll get out of your hair.
All right, lad.
How much do you need?
- 2.5 billion, please.
- [snickering]
[uproarious laughter]
[laughter continues]
- Fancy!
- [thudding]
Waah! Earthquake!
Batten down the hatches!
[gasps]
Aw, phooey!
O glorious day!
The gods smile
upon our meeting. Ha, ha!
Storkules?
You gotta go.
My new tenant will
be here any minute.
Me wonderest what blessed
soul be so fortunate
as to share quarters with
the legendary Donald Duck, hmm?
I don't know. Go,
before you scare him away!
But wouldst that
even be possible
if your new roommate
were incapable
of feeling fear, hmm?
Oh, no.
If indeed he were the Defender
of Delphi, the Lion of Lindos...
- Oh, no.
- For what if he
be I, Storkules!
Slumber party!
[shouting]
♪♪ Theme Song Plays...
♪ Life is like a hurricane ♪
♪ Here in Duckburg ♪
♪ Race cars, lasers,
airplanes ♪
♪ It's a duck-blur ♪
♪ We might solve
a mystery ♪
♪ Or rewrite history ♪
♪ Ducktales, whoo-ooh ♪
♪ Every day they're out there
making Ducktales ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh ♪
♪ Tales of derring-do ♪
♪ Bad and good-luck tales ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh ♪
♪ D-d-danger lurks behind you ♪
♪ There's a stranger
out to find you ♪
♪ What to do? ♪
♪ Just grab on
to some Ducktales ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh ♪
♪ Every day they're out there ♪
♪ Making Ducktales ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh ♪
♪ Tales of daring
bad and good ♪
♪ Not ponytails
or cottontails ♪
- ♪ No, Ducktales! ♪
- ♪ Whoo-ooh! ♪
*DUCKTALES (2017)*
Season 02 Episode 05
Episode Title :
"Storkules in Duckburg!"
Ah! Ha, ha!
Why, oh, why?
Why do our journeys
cosmically intersect
like Damon and Pythias?
No, why are you here?
Oh. Father Zeus grew
agitated with my lute playing,
so he rained a hail of harpies
upon my merriment,
causing much chaos
in Maceduckia.
As punishment
for my childish gaiety,
Father cast me out
and ordered me to become...
a responsible adult.
So I thought,
who better to teach me
than the most responsible
man I know?
Oh...
A successful business must
find a problem and solve it.
And that, my employees, is what
we are here to figure out.
We're not your employees,
we're your family.
At Louie Inc., family are the
greatest employees of all.
I mean, except Dewey. Dewey
would make a terrible employee.
[inhales sharply]
This is clearly
a bad idea.
Well, then, I guess
Webby will have to be
- Chief Chart Officer.
- [gasps] Ooh!
Yeah. Gonna need a lot of charts.
And checklists.
Plus maybe checklists for those charts.
Webby'll be great.
- Gah! Okay, fine. I'm in!
- [Webby grumbles]
Okay team, let's brainstorm.
What do people need?
Infinite cookies! Crocheted
hand grenade holders!
Oh! Free hugs! -Why don't
you just sell lemonade?
Ugh. Lemonade
is small potatoes.
- Oh! Potato-ade!
- [groans]
[snoring]
- [crashing]
- [exclaims]
[smoke alarm beeping]
Cohabitant Donald!
Good morrow!
My kitchen! -Oh, Donald,
'twas nearly disastrous.
Your sto-o-ve...
made a horrible hissing sound
when activated.
Clearly a foe filled it
with dangerous vipers.
So I wrested
the infernal snake box
from the wall
and threw it to safety!
But now, we eat
and restore
our heroic vigor.
So... how long
do you plan to stay?
Why, until I become a
responsible adult like you.
"Roommate Responsibility."
What hallowed creed be this?
"Quiet hours
from 7:00 to 6:00." Hmm.
"Don't use my toothpaste."
Uh-huh.
And pay your rent on time.
Rent? Why,
I assumed I'd pay
with good cheer
and eternal friendship.
Ahoy-hoy!
- "Friendship is not money." Hmm.
- You need a job.
By Helios's Chariot!
A jo-o-b.
That sounds most responsible.
[screeching]
They followed me
from Greece!
I must wrangle those wretches
so I can get back to
my glorious labor
of roommate responsibility.
No pets!
By the way, there is orzo
in the slow cooker.
Do not open it...
[gasps]
lest the pasta fail
to absorb the broth!
- Bye!
- Waah!
But, Louie, how can we have
a corporate retreat
if we don't even know
what the business is yet?
That's why we're here...
To kick loose.
You know,
let the creativity flow.
We'll come up with
a business idea in no time.
Hmm. We've already spent
our entire annual budget
on skee-ball,
so... company done?
Everyone relax, okay?
Our company just needs to
find a problem to solve.
- [patrons screaming]
- [both gasp]
[screeching]
Just any problem at all.
- [screeches]
- [screams]
My eyes!
My delicate costume eyes!
[all screaming]
Sit! Heel! Shoo!
[game beeping]
Ha!
- [screeches]
- [crying]
Where fun is in the...
[powers down]
[crying]
[screeching]
Harpies, be gone!
Woo-hoo-hoo!
Thank you, kind sir!
You saved us!
How can I repay you?
A hero labors not for
personal gain, only...
$500 plus tax.
We also accept
Funzo Bucks.
You're hired!
[gasps]
You mean, a job?
Welcome to Harp-B-Gone,
- a division of Louie Inc.
- Hurrah!
Oh, roommate
responsibility.
[gasps]
Oh, no. The toga holder.
[grunts, exclaims]
What's going on?
Oh, nothing.
[chuckles]
Just going to work.
I'm off to my job.
Nothing like the dignity
of a hard day's labor.
[camera beeps, whirrs]
Mother, Father, what a
beautiful and harpy-free day
for a helpless mortal tot
like me to enjoy.
Goo-goo and gah-gah!
Yes, sirree. So glad
there's no harpies around.
Right, sweetums?
You said it, hubby.
Who wrote this?
- [screeching]
- A harpy!
Oh, what's a hapless babe
to do?
I hath made
a mighty boom boom
in my diapie!
I'm Louie Duck,
founder and C.E.O.
of Harp-B-Gone.
We're the leading task force
dedicated to humanely capturing
those pesky winged beasts
infesting Duckburg.
Remember,
if you hear a "skree,"
call Louie.
Harp-B-Gone not responsible for any
shredding, pecking, clawing, tinnitus,
exploding ear drums and-or
permanent fear of birds.
Employer Llewellyn,
if I may,
why do we play dress-up when
there are still harpies afoot?
If someone sees a harpy,
they have to know who to call
and pay lots of money
to get rid of it.
You better hope someone calls,
because we're already broke.
Guys, are the harpies
really so bad?
Instead of capturing them, why don't
we just channel their passion
into something positive
for society.
The problem can't be
the solution, Webby.
That's just business.
If we're gonna trap them, we're gonna
have to figure out what they want.
No mortal can know the mind
of the featherless beast face.
Ha! The Junior Woodchuck
Guidebook knows.
Harpies: flying beats of myth
that steal... -[screeches]
Oh, no!
The thing I love most!
"Steals the thing
you love most."
Huh, says it
right there. Hmm.
We're in business!
[phones ringing]
Harp-B-Gone, please hold.
Harp-B Gone, please hold.
- [alarm ringing]
- [screeching]
[laughs]
[screeching]
[screeches]
[cash register rings]
[screeching]
[cash register rings]
[screeches]
[shouting]
[cash register ringing]
[screeching]
[laughing]
[screeching]
[mumbling]
[male announcer]
L-L-Live from McDuck Manor,
it's Dewey Dewnight,
with our very special guests,
the hottest name in
supernatural pest removal,
Harp-B-Gone!
So-ho, Louie,
my bro, C.E.O.,
what's next for
Harp-B-Gone?
Merchandise!
I gotta tell you,
selling out is everything
I've dreamed it would be.
We got Harpy-B-Gone
pop-up books...
[gasps]
The harpy talon
grabber arm.
And the kids love this one...
The harpy skree-mask.
- Foul hex of Hades, they've reproduced!
- [groans]
Stop squirming,
vile harpy child!
Storkules, it's me, Huey!
So you've been at this
for weeks.
When are these Harp-B's
finally gonna B gone?
[laughs
Who knows? Years, decades,
hopefully never?
Worry not. The harpies
are vanquished.
We captured the last cur today!
Huzzah!
[gasps] We what? Meeting at
headquarters in 10 seconds.
Storkules, the harpies
aren't really gone, are they?
Indeed they are.
Our business endeavor
is a smashing success!
And my heroic labor of
responsibility is nigh complete!
There's no business
without the harpies!
But I thought wrangling the beasts
was the point of the business.
The point of the business
is to make money!
Or we could work
with the harpies.
I've been training them.
I already got them to roll
over a couple of times...
before they gnawed
through the floor.
I've been figured out how
to get them to listen, and...
Or we could keep
the monsters locked up,
you can pay us,
and we'll call it a day.
Oh, yeah. [laughs]
Right. No problem.
Yeah.
I'll just reach
into my pocket,
where the money is...
[chuckles]
and your money
is comi-i-i-ing...
You spent all the money on the
merchandise, didn't you?
Yep, sure did.
But we can sell it
and make billions!
Or I could pay you
in-in grabber arms, perhaps?
I cannot pay my rent.
I hath failed my heroic
labor of responsibility.
If I be not a hero,
be I a... zero?
Don't worry, Storkules.
I will figure something out.
[harpies screech]
[snoring]
[muttering]
- [squeaks]
- What?
Huh? What? Huh?
Ah...
- [screeching]
- [gasping]
[yawns, snores]
[relieved sigh]
- [gasps]
- [gasps]
Corporate Overlord
Llewellyn!
What art thou doing?
I just wanted to check to see
if they were locked in safely.
[screeching]
Yep, everything looks good,
so you can just go, I guess.
Of course! Employer Llewellyn,
you have the honesty
and integrity
of a true hero,
- just like your uncle.
- Fine.
I was gonna let them out, okay?
I have to save the business!
[snores]
- Quick, hide!
- [duck squeaks]
Sometimes your solution
to a problem is so good,
there's no more problem,
which is itself a problem,
so you have to make
a new problem
so you can sell
a solution.
Do you see my problem?
[screeching]
Oh, vexing riddle!
If we unleash the savages,
they'll destroy Duckburg and take
countless innocent lives, but...
if we leave them here,
I'll miss my rent payment.
[screeching, pounding]
[grunting]
Help, lest
the harpies disturb
Donald's
delicate slumber!
Hey, what's going on?
[chuckles]
Just, you know,
getting a midnight snack.
Rumbles in the tumbles.
[gulps, groans]
We should let you get back
to your beauty rest.
Not that
your classical visage
could get
any more statuesque.
Yep.
Whatever he said.
[exclaiming]
[screeching]
What is that?
It's just a... a pet.
They followed us home,
Uncle Donald.
Can we keep 'em?
Please?
I told you... no pets!
Honorable Donald, please!
I can explain! Listen...
No! You're out!
- You and your pets!
- No, Donald!
No! You mustn't
let the beasts out!
[screeching]
[gasps]
[screeching]
[gasping]
Down! Heel!
What did you do, Louie?
[exclaiming]
Oh, magnanimous Donald,
please see it fit
in your saintly heart
to forgive me.
I only did it to honor
your most hallowed house rules.
Just go away!
Donald, no!
Our treasured friendship
is one the thing
I love most!
[screeching]
- [all] Uncle Donald!
- [exclaims]
That was most unwise
of me.
What the... The solution to the problem
became an even bigger problem!
Unless... Oh, no,
I'm the problem!
Yes, of course.
Obviously!
No, this is the problem!
- Waah!
- [screeching]
Humbled Llewellyn,
are you prepared
to do the right thing?
Okay, yes.
Wait! No!
I take that back!
[Storkules]
Friend Donald!
Harpies, get ready to B gone!
Trademark: Louie Duck.
We'd better think fast.
- Just let us down!
- No!
- We're a hundred feet high!
- [screeching]
- [creaking]
- [gasping]
[shouts]
Uncle Donald!
Hold on!
Roommate Donald, I dare not
disrespect your boundaries,
but may I have permission
to enter your personal space
for the sole purpose
of saving your life?
Yes, yes!
My beloved merch!
[screeching]
- [grunts]
- Help!
[screeching]
Goodbye, Harp-B-Gone,
a subsidiary
of Louie, Incorporated.
[straining, shouts]
[exclaiming, gasps]
[blubbers]
[screeching]
Aah!
[grunting]
[screeching]
What are you doing?
Solving the problem.
[screeching]
What a fine home you've made,
noble Donald.
And for a brief moment,
as your roommate,
I tasted that perfection.
But alas,
it seems I be not worthy
to share quarters with
the noblest duck in the world.
Okay, fine.
You can stay.
- Ha, ha!
- In an apartment,
and I'll help you
find it.
Father will be most proud!
I shall never forget this,
my inseparable chum, Donald!
Oh! Nor your grave lesson
of roommate etiquette
and personal space.
[screeching]
Where were you?
- [screeching]
- [gasps]
Had a business opportunity
in Cape Suzette.
So, you lost it all,
did you?
Yep. Big-time.
Oh, here's
your investment back.
Consider it payment
for that new idea you gave me.
You opened
a lemonade business?
Enjoy it.
That's the only can.
We couldn't figure out a cost-effective
way to transport the lemons
from Cape Suzette
to the juicery in town.
- [exclaims]
- [screeching]
Huh?
No!
Heel! Sit!
Huh. No one ever asked
what they love most.
[exclaims]
Looks like Scrooge McDuck
is turning lemons
into lemonade?
Mr. McDuck's new
Fair Trade Lemonade
is 100% organic
and sustainable,
from the farm-fresh lemons
shipped in from Cape Suzette
to the rehabilitated harpies
that deliver and squeeze them.
That's right, Roxanne.
No shipping costs,
no fuel emissions.
And we pay them
in the thing they love most:
delicious
McDuck Brand Lemonade.
Hup!
Because as C.D.O.,
- Chief Delivery Officer...
- Unpaid intern.
Not now.
I believe in
turning problems
into solutions.
But how do you keep the harpies
from stealing all your lemonade?
- [screeching]
- [gasps]
We are still working
on that particular problem.
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