DuckTales (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Episode #3.1 - full transcript
Mayday! Mayday!
Does anybody read me?!
Stupid, no good--
-Della!
-Uncle Scrooge!
Turn back!
It's too dangerous!
The Cosmic Storm's
coming at ya!
Della!
Aah!
Ohh! Oh!
Oh, no!
Oh, no no no!
No no no no!
Yes! Oxy-Chew!
Unhh! Ugh!
Uch! Black licorice?
Aaah! Unh!
Aw, phooey.
I'm coming, boys.
Yes! Ha ha! It works!
Whoo! Take that, science!
Okay, hey, Uncle Scrooge.
Or Donald.
Or literally anybody
who can hear me.
This is Della Duck!
Meh!
Right, so here's what's up:
the freak cosmic storm
knocked out most of my systems.
But because
I am an amazing pilot,
I landed the ship safely.
For the most part.
Eh? Ehhhh?!
Pretty cool robot leg.
I'm still working on it.
Maybe add some jets
or a can opener?
Anyway--
I've been able to survive
in the thin lunar atmosphere
thanks to Gyro's Oxy-Chew.
It provides oxygen,
water, and nutrition.
And tastes terrible.
Black licorice.
Worst flavor ever.
It's fine.
I'm sure the flavor
will wear off soon.
I've activated
my distress beacon,
so if you're getting
these transmissions,
you'll be able to pinpoint
my location and come get me.
I've made efforts
to get off this rock myself.
♪ Na na naaa ♪
♪ Na nnaaa ♪
Aaah!
It did not go great.
In the meantime, I've put
together a pretty boss shelter.
Got a nice comfy bed.
A calendar marking
the days I've been here.
And the, uh... family room.
Bet the boys
have hatched by now.
Not even sure
what they look like.
Ooh! Uh, hold on.
Here we go!
That's better!
Donald, if you're there,
put the screen up to the crib.
Hey, kids! I'm your mom!
I know I'm
on a little trip, for now,
but I'll keep sending
these transmissions.
You'll barely know I'm gone!
I promise I'm coming home,
somehow.
Nothing can stop Della Duck!
Oh, man, we're gonna go
on so many amazing adventures
when I get back.
In fact, there's
this old song about adventure
that I used to sing to--
Ohhh! Unh!
Aah! What are you?!
Aah!
Its face has tentacles!
Good news:
I'm not alone.
Bad news: There's
a horrifying bug monster
out there trying to eat me.
Important life lesson
on bug monsters, kids:
you're gonna be worried
about the pincers,
but, remember, their spit
is corrosive, too.
Hmm.
That's Day 192.
The gum has
not yet lost its flavor.
♪ ♪
Soooo...
it's been a few months.
I haven't heard back
from anyone.
I need to find some other way
to call for help.
Luckily, I found this
in the wreckage!
My old
Junior Woodchuck Guidebook!
"How to survive
a shipwreck.
Create a signal
for passing ships."
Rocket ships.
Mmm!
There!
"Hey, Scrooge,
it's me, Della.
I'm alive on the moon.
Send help. And snacks.
This gum is the worst.
Sincerely, Della."
Perfect!
Oh, no!
Unh!
Well, that was unnecessary.
Oh! Not enough scraps
for a full "S.O.S."
Need something that will
get Scrooge's attention.
Nailed it!
♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪
♪ Happy Birthday to my boys! ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪
Oh. Uhh... uhh... uhh.
I'm sorry I can't be there
for your first birthday,
but I am trying.
Do not mess with me today,
Moon Mite!
Forget cake!
Guess what you're getting
for your birthday?
Your mom!
Hey! Get away from there!
Let's make a deal--
you leave my S.O.S. alone
for, like, ten seconds,
and once I'm off
this stupid rock,
you can eat
my whole dang ship!
Eh? Ehhh?!
Ohhh!
Aah!
Ahh!
Let! It! Goooo!
Oof!
This is Space Eagle
to McDuck HQ.
Looks like some kind of meteor
strike on the surface.
There are
no visible signs of life.
Aah!
Unh!
No! Wait! Come back!
Unh!
Okay. New plan.
Plan C: I'm gonna rebuild
the Spear of Selene!
I mean, how hard can it be?
It's just rocket science.
Oh, boy.
Focus, Della!
Like Donald always says,
do things by the book.
Aah! Aaaaaah!
Puh! Puh!
Good thing Donald's not here.
Whoa! Oh!
Ohhh!
Uhhhhh!
Ah!
Ta-da!
Okay, it took...
a while,
but I finally did it.
I rebuilt the Spear of Selene!
♪ Best mother ev-er! ♪
All right, I just gotta
start this baby up,
and I'm on my way home!
Aaah!
Unh!
Come on!
"Starting the engine:
turn key."
Yeah. No duh, book!
Rrrrr!
It wasn't enough
that Gyro created
the most disgusting
flavor of gum
that somehow gets
more flavorful as you chew it,
but then he had to use
his stupid Gold Tech
to make the engine run!
How am I gonna find stinkin'
gold on the stinkin' moon?!
Unh!
Okay, I spent 20 years
with the best treasure hunter
in the world.
If there's gold on this rock,
I'm gonna find it.
Hup! Ah! Hup!
Hup!
Hup!
Hup!
Welp, there's
no gold on the moon.
"Tear me tartan,
I'm the richest duck
in the world,
but I couldn't possibly spare
any back-up gold,
even though the engine
runs on it."
Life lesson, kids:
adventuring is tough.
- Ya know, sometimes
there's a cursed idol
that turns into a demon.
Or sometimes you
crash land on the moon
and try to stay alive,
but a Moon Mite
messes everything up,
keeping you here
while your kids grow up
with their uncles.
But you still got your health,
a cool robot leg,
and gum that mocks you
with every chew!
Ow!
A gold filling?!
Ah! Ha ha ha!
I had gold in my mouth
this whole time!
I had gold
in my mouth this whole time?!
That's why Scrooge made me
go to the dentist as a kid.
It wasn't
about hygiene at all!
I've got back-up gold!
Nothing can stop me now!
No-no-no-no!
Not this time!
Huh? Aah!
Unh! Unh!
Aaah!
Ha ha!
Aah! Aah!
Oh!
Aah! Ohh!
Huh?
Halt in name of the Moon!
Wait, what? Who? What?!
Oh, no, you don't!
Don't ignore me
when I threaten your life!
Respect my dominance!
Who are you
and how did you get here?!
Hi! Della Duck. I have,
like, 13 million questions!
But right now,
I have to get my ship
and get back to Earth!
Stand down,
Lieutenant Penumbra.
Greetings, Earther.
I am General Lunaris
of the Planet Moon.
What?
The moon's not a planet.
You will treat
the vastly superior Moon
with respect,
or you will suffer
the ultimate consequence.
Look, I'll suffer
whatever consequences you want
after I find the mite.
Uh, ha.
The courageous warriors
of the Planet Moon
have been hunting the beast
for more than three cycles.
So how exactly is a pathetic
Earth-dwelling dummy
going to find it?
Unh!
Unh!
Ohh!
Hey, I found the mite!
Open fire,
Lieutenant Penumbra!
Oh!
Quick! Feed the Earther
to the beast!
While it's crushing
her weak bones, we kill it!
Listen, we both know
how this goes:
first we hate each other,
then go on a life-changing
adventure, then...
Boom!
Best friends!
So can we move
this along, Penny?
My name
is Lieutenant Penumbra!
Huh!
Aaaaah! Uhhh!
Aaaaah!
Stop firing, Lieutenant.
You'll hit Della.
You won't stop me
from getting home to my kids,
ya creepy-crawly crook!
Rraah!
I will not fail them again!
Aaah!
Yah!
Aaaah!
Wait.
The mite isn't a monster.
It's a mother!
Who cares?
The mite isn't our enemy.
It's just trying
to survive.
She put herself in danger,
faced unknown threats,
scoured this entire planet
for any scrap of metal.
Because a mother
would do anything
for the sake of her kids.
Ah... mmph!
Let me try something.
I used to sing
this old song to my boys
before they hatched.
♪ Look to the stars,
my darling baby boys ♪
♪ Life is strange and vast ♪
♪ Filled
with wonders and joys ♪
♪ Face each new sun ♪
♪ With eyes clear and true ♪
♪ Unafraid of the unknown ♪
♪ Because I'll face it
all with you ♪
Quick,
give me your guns.
Ooh, good plan.
Lull the beasts
into a false sense of security
only to
betray them when they're
at their most vulnerable!
Huh, maybe we are
becoming best friends.
Boo! You disappoint me
in every way possible!
We fought the mites
for cycles,
and you turned them back,
not through battle,
but compassion.
If we
simply share the gold,
we will no longer be
at war with the beasts.
You have done
the Planet Moon a great
service today, Della Duck.
There's no way
I can fix this.
Sorry, boys. I tried.
You might not be able
to go home,
but that doesn't mean
you can't make a new one,
with us.
For too long,
the mites have been
attacking our home,
but my people
will hide in fear no more.
Neat house. Huh.
Where I'm from,
we call this a "rock."
General, am I allowed
to disintegrate her yet?
Wha-- ?!
Welcome to Tranquility.
Wait. This whole time
there's been a city here?!
And I've been slumming it
in the moon desert?!
I told you
you were a dummy.
And you guys had food,
and weapons and...
gold!
It's
our most plentiful resource.
We use it for everything.
Sometimes we just throw it
in the trash,
which is also made of gold.
Wow. That is incredibly
infuriating, but amazing!
Ha ha ha ha!
I can fix my ship!
Your attempts to wrestle me
to the ground are pathetic!
See? Best friends!
I can't believe
you're just going
to let that Moon-hater
run free.
You've gone Earth soft.
That Earth-dweller managed
to defeat our greatest enemy
like it was nothing.
She could be useful.
Or dangerous.
Watch your back, Earther.
Does anybody read me?!
Stupid, no good--
-Della!
-Uncle Scrooge!
Turn back!
It's too dangerous!
The Cosmic Storm's
coming at ya!
Della!
Aah!
Ohh! Oh!
Oh, no!
Oh, no no no!
No no no no!
Yes! Oxy-Chew!
Unhh! Ugh!
Uch! Black licorice?
Aaah! Unh!
Aw, phooey.
I'm coming, boys.
Yes! Ha ha! It works!
Whoo! Take that, science!
Okay, hey, Uncle Scrooge.
Or Donald.
Or literally anybody
who can hear me.
This is Della Duck!
Meh!
Right, so here's what's up:
the freak cosmic storm
knocked out most of my systems.
But because
I am an amazing pilot,
I landed the ship safely.
For the most part.
Eh? Ehhhh?!
Pretty cool robot leg.
I'm still working on it.
Maybe add some jets
or a can opener?
Anyway--
I've been able to survive
in the thin lunar atmosphere
thanks to Gyro's Oxy-Chew.
It provides oxygen,
water, and nutrition.
And tastes terrible.
Black licorice.
Worst flavor ever.
It's fine.
I'm sure the flavor
will wear off soon.
I've activated
my distress beacon,
so if you're getting
these transmissions,
you'll be able to pinpoint
my location and come get me.
I've made efforts
to get off this rock myself.
♪ Na na naaa ♪
♪ Na nnaaa ♪
Aaah!
It did not go great.
In the meantime, I've put
together a pretty boss shelter.
Got a nice comfy bed.
A calendar marking
the days I've been here.
And the, uh... family room.
Bet the boys
have hatched by now.
Not even sure
what they look like.
Ooh! Uh, hold on.
Here we go!
That's better!
Donald, if you're there,
put the screen up to the crib.
Hey, kids! I'm your mom!
I know I'm
on a little trip, for now,
but I'll keep sending
these transmissions.
You'll barely know I'm gone!
I promise I'm coming home,
somehow.
Nothing can stop Della Duck!
Oh, man, we're gonna go
on so many amazing adventures
when I get back.
In fact, there's
this old song about adventure
that I used to sing to--
Ohhh! Unh!
Aah! What are you?!
Aah!
Its face has tentacles!
Good news:
I'm not alone.
Bad news: There's
a horrifying bug monster
out there trying to eat me.
Important life lesson
on bug monsters, kids:
you're gonna be worried
about the pincers,
but, remember, their spit
is corrosive, too.
Hmm.
That's Day 192.
The gum has
not yet lost its flavor.
♪ ♪
Soooo...
it's been a few months.
I haven't heard back
from anyone.
I need to find some other way
to call for help.
Luckily, I found this
in the wreckage!
My old
Junior Woodchuck Guidebook!
"How to survive
a shipwreck.
Create a signal
for passing ships."
Rocket ships.
Mmm!
There!
"Hey, Scrooge,
it's me, Della.
I'm alive on the moon.
Send help. And snacks.
This gum is the worst.
Sincerely, Della."
Perfect!
Oh, no!
Unh!
Well, that was unnecessary.
Oh! Not enough scraps
for a full "S.O.S."
Need something that will
get Scrooge's attention.
Nailed it!
♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪
♪ Happy Birthday to my boys! ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪
Oh. Uhh... uhh... uhh.
I'm sorry I can't be there
for your first birthday,
but I am trying.
Do not mess with me today,
Moon Mite!
Forget cake!
Guess what you're getting
for your birthday?
Your mom!
Hey! Get away from there!
Let's make a deal--
you leave my S.O.S. alone
for, like, ten seconds,
and once I'm off
this stupid rock,
you can eat
my whole dang ship!
Eh? Ehhh?!
Ohhh!
Aah!
Ahh!
Let! It! Goooo!
Oof!
This is Space Eagle
to McDuck HQ.
Looks like some kind of meteor
strike on the surface.
There are
no visible signs of life.
Aah!
Unh!
No! Wait! Come back!
Unh!
Okay. New plan.
Plan C: I'm gonna rebuild
the Spear of Selene!
I mean, how hard can it be?
It's just rocket science.
Oh, boy.
Focus, Della!
Like Donald always says,
do things by the book.
Aah! Aaaaaah!
Puh! Puh!
Good thing Donald's not here.
Whoa! Oh!
Ohhh!
Uhhhhh!
Ah!
Ta-da!
Okay, it took...
a while,
but I finally did it.
I rebuilt the Spear of Selene!
♪ Best mother ev-er! ♪
All right, I just gotta
start this baby up,
and I'm on my way home!
Aaah!
Unh!
Come on!
"Starting the engine:
turn key."
Yeah. No duh, book!
Rrrrr!
It wasn't enough
that Gyro created
the most disgusting
flavor of gum
that somehow gets
more flavorful as you chew it,
but then he had to use
his stupid Gold Tech
to make the engine run!
How am I gonna find stinkin'
gold on the stinkin' moon?!
Unh!
Okay, I spent 20 years
with the best treasure hunter
in the world.
If there's gold on this rock,
I'm gonna find it.
Hup! Ah! Hup!
Hup!
Hup!
Hup!
Welp, there's
no gold on the moon.
"Tear me tartan,
I'm the richest duck
in the world,
but I couldn't possibly spare
any back-up gold,
even though the engine
runs on it."
Life lesson, kids:
adventuring is tough.
- Ya know, sometimes
there's a cursed idol
that turns into a demon.
Or sometimes you
crash land on the moon
and try to stay alive,
but a Moon Mite
messes everything up,
keeping you here
while your kids grow up
with their uncles.
But you still got your health,
a cool robot leg,
and gum that mocks you
with every chew!
Ow!
A gold filling?!
Ah! Ha ha ha!
I had gold in my mouth
this whole time!
I had gold
in my mouth this whole time?!
That's why Scrooge made me
go to the dentist as a kid.
It wasn't
about hygiene at all!
I've got back-up gold!
Nothing can stop me now!
No-no-no-no!
Not this time!
Huh? Aah!
Unh! Unh!
Aaah!
Ha ha!
Aah! Aah!
Oh!
Aah! Ohh!
Huh?
Halt in name of the Moon!
Wait, what? Who? What?!
Oh, no, you don't!
Don't ignore me
when I threaten your life!
Respect my dominance!
Who are you
and how did you get here?!
Hi! Della Duck. I have,
like, 13 million questions!
But right now,
I have to get my ship
and get back to Earth!
Stand down,
Lieutenant Penumbra.
Greetings, Earther.
I am General Lunaris
of the Planet Moon.
What?
The moon's not a planet.
You will treat
the vastly superior Moon
with respect,
or you will suffer
the ultimate consequence.
Look, I'll suffer
whatever consequences you want
after I find the mite.
Uh, ha.
The courageous warriors
of the Planet Moon
have been hunting the beast
for more than three cycles.
So how exactly is a pathetic
Earth-dwelling dummy
going to find it?
Unh!
Unh!
Ohh!
Hey, I found the mite!
Open fire,
Lieutenant Penumbra!
Oh!
Quick! Feed the Earther
to the beast!
While it's crushing
her weak bones, we kill it!
Listen, we both know
how this goes:
first we hate each other,
then go on a life-changing
adventure, then...
Boom!
Best friends!
So can we move
this along, Penny?
My name
is Lieutenant Penumbra!
Huh!
Aaaaah! Uhhh!
Aaaaah!
Stop firing, Lieutenant.
You'll hit Della.
You won't stop me
from getting home to my kids,
ya creepy-crawly crook!
Rraah!
I will not fail them again!
Aaah!
Yah!
Aaaah!
Wait.
The mite isn't a monster.
It's a mother!
Who cares?
The mite isn't our enemy.
It's just trying
to survive.
She put herself in danger,
faced unknown threats,
scoured this entire planet
for any scrap of metal.
Because a mother
would do anything
for the sake of her kids.
Ah... mmph!
Let me try something.
I used to sing
this old song to my boys
before they hatched.
♪ Look to the stars,
my darling baby boys ♪
♪ Life is strange and vast ♪
♪ Filled
with wonders and joys ♪
♪ Face each new sun ♪
♪ With eyes clear and true ♪
♪ Unafraid of the unknown ♪
♪ Because I'll face it
all with you ♪
Quick,
give me your guns.
Ooh, good plan.
Lull the beasts
into a false sense of security
only to
betray them when they're
at their most vulnerable!
Huh, maybe we are
becoming best friends.
Boo! You disappoint me
in every way possible!
We fought the mites
for cycles,
and you turned them back,
not through battle,
but compassion.
If we
simply share the gold,
we will no longer be
at war with the beasts.
You have done
the Planet Moon a great
service today, Della Duck.
There's no way
I can fix this.
Sorry, boys. I tried.
You might not be able
to go home,
but that doesn't mean
you can't make a new one,
with us.
For too long,
the mites have been
attacking our home,
but my people
will hide in fear no more.
Neat house. Huh.
Where I'm from,
we call this a "rock."
General, am I allowed
to disintegrate her yet?
Wha-- ?!
Welcome to Tranquility.
Wait. This whole time
there's been a city here?!
And I've been slumming it
in the moon desert?!
I told you
you were a dummy.
And you guys had food,
and weapons and...
gold!
It's
our most plentiful resource.
We use it for everything.
Sometimes we just throw it
in the trash,
which is also made of gold.
Wow. That is incredibly
infuriating, but amazing!
Ha ha ha ha!
I can fix my ship!
Your attempts to wrestle me
to the ground are pathetic!
See? Best friends!
I can't believe
you're just going
to let that Moon-hater
run free.
You've gone Earth soft.
That Earth-dweller managed
to defeat our greatest enemy
like it was nothing.
She could be useful.
Or dangerous.
Watch your back, Earther.