DuckTales (1987–1990): Season 2, Episode 12 - Allowance Day - full transcript

♪ Life is like a hurricane

♪ Here in Duckburg

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♪ or rewrite history

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♪ Every day they're
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♪ Watch behind you

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out to find you

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Just grab onto some

♪ Duck Tales Ooh-woo-ooh

♪ Every day they're
out there making

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♪ Tales of derring-do

♪ Bad and good luck
tales Ooh-woo-ooh

♪ Not ponytails
or cottontails no

♪ Duck Tales Ooh-woo-ooh ♪

Gee, just look at that
aerodynamic design.

And those radical radial tires.

That scooter is state of the art.
And look, guys, it's on sale for only...



Aw... 30 dollars.

None of us has
that kind of cash.

- Maybe if we pooled our money.
- Yeah, good idea.

You boys better hurry,
the sale ends on Friday.

That's tomorrow.

Let's go home and
shake the piggy bank.

[wind gusting]

[Scrooge] I need to take care of
a very important matter, Fenton.

I want you to catch the first
plane to the Banana Republic.

Sounds appealing. What's up?

The lease is up on my Banana
Bran Flakes cereal factory.

You need to sign an extension
on that lease by tomorrow,

or I'll lose the factory to
the republic's shady leader,

General Chiquita.

[Fenton] Hmm,
I hear he's a very slippery top banana.

Remember,
it has to be signed by tomorrow.

Worry not, Mr. McDuck.
This second banana is about to split.

[all] Uncle Scrooge!
Uncle Scrooge!

We only need three more dollars
to buy the scooter of the century.

Could you give us our allowance early?
Please?

- Please?
- Oh, please?

Sorry, lads, you know how I
feel about advancing money.

But, Uncle Scrooge,
allowance day is two whole days away.

Aye, Saturday.
You should be able to wait that long.

But the sale ends tomorrow!

There'll be other sales.
Remember, lads, patience builds character.

- Who wants character?
- We want the scooter!

If I gave you everything you
wanted any time you wanted it,

what kind of character
would you have then?

- The happy kind.
- Aw, what's the use?

Yeah, he'll never give us our
allowance before Saturday.

Hey, what if Uncle Scrooge
thought tomorrow was Saturday?

Then he'd give it to us.

Fat chance of that happening.

Not if we do what we do best...

Be real sneaky.

[rooster crowing]

[Scrooge snoring]

Remember, guys,
we gotta change all Fridays to Saturdays.

[snoring]

[clock ticking]

[ringing]

[yawning]

It's the early duck
that gets the dough.

- [music playing]
- It's rise and shine time

on K-Duck radio.

This is your host, Dick Cluck,
wishing you a very happy Saturday morning!

Eh... Saturday?

[Dewey] That's right.
And here with our Saturday weather report

is Dr. George Fishbeak.

[Dewey disguising voice]
Uh, today, uh...

Weather is going to be just like, uh...
Friday's.

That's it for the
Saturday weather report.

Excuse me, lads, but,
uh, what day is it today?

- Saturday, Uncle Scrooge.
- Are you sure?

It's gotta be if we're watching
Saturday morning cartoons.

I guess so. Leaping Loch Ness!

This week is going by fast.

Well, it wasn't exactly a lie.
These are Saturday cartoons.

Last Saturday's.

Here's your breakfast,
Uncle Scrooge.

Along with your
Saturday newspaper.

And speaking of Saturday...

Aye, your allowance. You see?
It wasn't so hard to wait.

Yeah,
the time went by real fast.

I can't even remember Friday.

It is a wee bit fuzzy, isn't it?

Oh well, lads. It's time for my
morning corporate conference call.

You'd better run along.

We might be a little late getting
home from school, Uncle Scrooge.

Yeah,
we have some shopping to do.

School? On a Saturday?

- Uh...
- Uh...

Uh...

Not, uh, not, uh,
school, but, uh...

- Pool!
- Yeah, that's right.

We're heading to the pool.

Last one in is a
rotten duck egg.

- Yeah, you bet!
- [chuckling]

[all] Good morning, Mr. McDuck.

What business do you
wish to cover today, sir?

What we always cover on this day.
Your Saturday reports.

[all] Saturday? [Muttering]

But aren't we supposed to give you
our Saturday reports on Saturday?

Exactly.
What day do you think this is?

[all babbling]

Correct me if I'm wrong, sir,
but I get the distinct impression

you're indicating that today is, uh...
Saturday?

That's because it is
Saturday, you idiots.

[all muttering in agreement]

How can you run my companies if
you don't even know what day it is?

I assure you, I knew today was
Saturday, Mr. McDuck.

[all agreeing]

It's just that I've been so busy,
I haven't had time to prepare my report.

You'd better make
time, all of you.

Get your schedules back on
track, or else.

Saturday?

Yes, Miss Tailfeathers,
next time keep my schedule straight.

Saturday?

That's right, which means all
these Friday memos are late.

- [all] Saturday?
- That's right. We're a day behind.

So double the speed on
those conveyor belts.

You want to argue with Scrooge?
Be my guest.

Since when has Mr. McDuck
ever been wrong about a date?

Well, I don't know.
Does anybody really know what day it is?

Does anybody really care?

[Louie] Gee,
we were so busy fooling Uncle Scrooge,

we forgot to study
for the Friday test.

Uh, class, I'm so sorry,
but a dreadful mistake has been made.

I just heard from the principal,
who heard from the superintendent,

who heard from the mayor,
who heard from the, um... someone,

that today is really...
Saturday.

[all] Saturday?

[cheering]

I got a feeling this
mistake is no mistake.

So what? We got out of the test.

Now we can get the scooter
even earlier than we hoped.

What do you mean
the sale is over?

I told you boys the price
would go back up on Saturday.

But today is Friday!

I heard it on the news.
Today's Saturday.

Looks like we
outsmarted ourselves.

Jeepers! I wonder how
far this joke has spread.

Today the president assigned a special
task force to determine what day it is.

In our exclusive Duck-TV poll,
we asked the average duck on the street,

"'What day do you think it is?"

Seventy-nine percent
said "Saturday."

Nineteen percent said "Friday."

And two percent hoped it
was Christmas already.

Meanwhile, the day change has
caused mass confusion everywhere,

especially at airports,
where riots broke out

between Friday and Saturday passengers
trying to get on the same flight.

Saddest of all, however,
are those people

who missed their
Friday birthdays.

Now they're not sure
how old they are.

[sobbing]

I don't want to be five again!

And that's the way it is this Friday...
or Saturday...

Or maybe even Sunday,
the way things are going.

If Walter Cronduck is confused,
then things must really be bad.

[man] I am sorry, Sefior Crackshell,
but you have missed the deadline.

According to my deal
with Sefior McDuck,

the extension had to
be signed by Friday.

But, General Chiquita,
today is Friday.

No, Sefior Crackshell,
today is Saturday.

- Says who?
- Turn on the TV. Pick up a paper.

The whole world
says it's Saturday.

Blathering blatherskite!
I've heard of leap years, but leap days?

Thanks to your tardiness, I now own
the Banana Bran Flakes cereal factory,

lock, stock and box top.

No, please, your general-ship!
Please let me sign the extension!

I can't lose Mr. McDuck's
flaky factory!

Show this sniveling
fool the door.

[Fenton] No, please,
I've seen the door!

It's your signature I want.

[moaning] What an off day
this turned out to be.

Jeepers! I wonder what
other problems we've caused

by changing the day of the week.

I don't know,
but if the kids at school find out

it's our fault they missed Saturday
morning cartoons, we're goners!

Fenton, it's Saturday. You were supposed
to sign that lease extension yesterday!

That's what I don't
understand, Mr. McDuck.

I flew out here yesterday. But when
I arrived, it was already tomorrow.

Talk about your long flights.

Wait a minute. You did leave
yesterday, which was Thursday.

That means today
should be Friday.

Right now I'd be happy if it was
Tuesday and this was Belgium.

I smell something
rotten in Duckburg.

Sit tight, Fenton. I'm on my way
there to straighten out this mess.

Twist me tassels!
How could a whole day just disappear?

Because we tricked
you, Uncle Scrooge.

Yeah, we wanted to get our
allowances a day early.

What? How?

Let's just say, if there was a
Junior Woodchucks merit badge

for being sneaky,
we'd all get big ones.

But we never meant for
our trick to go this far.

"Far?" It's gonna
ruin the world.

[gasps] Hold the heather, boys.

This means today's Friday.
I can still sign that lease on time.

I've got to get to the Banana
Republic before it's really too late.

- We'll help!
- Go to your rooms!

You lads have done quite
enough for one day...

whatever day this
turns out to be.

There it is, Launchpad.

Take us down quickly.
There isn't a minute to lose.

Roger that, Mr. McD. I've lost too
many minutes this week already.

We're gonna be in
a lot of trouble

if Uncle Scrooge finds
out we hitched a ride.

After what we've done,
how much more trouble can we get into?

Besides, he might need our help.

I cannot believe it, Launchpad.
You made a perfect landing.

Well, we all have our off
days, Mr. McD.

[both yelling]

[plane crashing]

Looks like I still retain my
perfect record, eh, Mr. McD?

[Scrooge] But General Chiquita,
there's been a terrible mistake.

And you made it, McDuck,

which means the Banana Bran
Flakes factory is now mine.

But general, there's been a slip-up...
Uh, no banana pun intended.

He's right. You see, contrary to
world opinion, it's really Friday.

This whole thing
started yesterday

when my nephews had me fooled
into thinking it was Saturday.

[chuckling] Boys will be
boys, after all.

[laughing] Oh, I get it.
Nephews!

A trick! [Laughing]

That's a good one, McDuck!

[laughing] Right.
So let's sign the lease.

Absolutely not. It's Saturday.

- Friday.
- Saturday.

It's Friday,
you dimwitted dictator!

It's your last day, McDuck.

For assaulting the president
of the Banana Republic,

I order you and your amigo
here shot at high noon.

Is that high noon on
Friday or Saturday?

Take them to prison and
ready the cannon squad.

"Cannon squad?" Don't
you mean "firing squad?"

[cackling] Cannons
are so much more fun.

Take them away.

Bleep! But I'm too young to die!

Too nice!
And much, much too nervous.

[door slams]

Nobody can take that factory
away from me now. [Cackling]

We've really gotten Uncle
Scrooge in a pickle this time.

There's only one way
to save him and Fenton:

convince the general
that it's really Friday.

- How?
- The way we always get out of pickles,

with the Junior
Woodchucks Guidebook.

It says here, "When a day of
the week is sorely missed",

get back on track
with a solar eclipse."

What's a solar eclipse?

You know, when the moon
blocks out part of the sun.

[Huey] Yeah,
according to the calendar,

there's supposed to be an
eclipse shaped like a banana

on Friday at high noon.

That should prove
what day it is.

Let's go tell the general!

See, general?
If today was really Saturday,

the banana eclipse would
have been yesterday.

And there wasn't one, was there?

Well, eh... I don't remember.

It was cloudy
yesterday, like today.

Will you stop the execution
if the eclipse does happen?

But if I can't see it...

You'll see the
eclipse, all right.

Even if we have to move
the clouds ourselves!

Hmm, if those little meddlers are
right, they'll ruin everything.

There's only one
thing left to do.

[birds cawing]

What's going on?
High noon isn't for another hour.

I thought I would save you needless
anguish by moving up the execution.

But... But I was just
starting to enjoy my anguish.

Take them to the firing range!
[cackling]

So you see, Launchpad,
you've gotta help us!

Today at noon,
everybody has to see the banana éclair!

That's banana "eclipse!"

Gonna be tough, fellas.
Look at those clouds.

Can you figure out
a way to move 'em?

No problem.
I got a head for clouds.

Mr. McD says my head's in
the clouds all the time.

[airplane starting]

Macho gracias, amigo buddy.

Here we go!
The world's first cloud plow.

Where's your GizmoDuck suit?

[whispering] Don't worry. It's safe.
It's back home in my closet.

That will be a comforting
thought when the cannonballs hit!

Wait! I got an idea.

But it's a long-distance
long shot.

Let the execution begin!

Uno memento, generalissimo!

Surely every dead duck is
entitled to one phone call.

Hmm... All right.

But this is your last time to
reach out and touch someone.

Uh... Is there anyone
who can give me a dime?

[all muttering]

[whistling]

Oh, please, Mr. McDuck.
Can't you spare one itsy-bitsy dime?

After all,
I am calling our mutual friend.

All right. Here.
Say the magic words.

But remember,
you owe me ten cents.

Five-five-five... G-Z-M-O.

- Mew.
- [GizmoDuck] Hi, this is GizmoDuck.

Sorry I'm not here to rescue
you, Gizmo Buddies,

but leave a message and...

[whispering] Blathering
blatherskite!

[crackling]

Once again,
let the execution begin!

Uh... Wait, wait!
What about a few last words?

All right, but keep it brief.

Friends,
Romans and banana lovers...

I regret that I have but one life
to give to your ridiculous country!

[Huey] Launchpad,
you're a genius!

Thanks! You know, I've never heard
those words in the same sentence before.

♪ Ninety-five bottles
of root beer on the wall

♪ Ninety-five
bottles of root beer

- ♪ You take one down...
- How much longer can he keep this up?

How much longer can we listen?

♪ And the rockets' red glare

♪ The bombs bursting in air...

Enough already!
Let the execution begin.

Mr. McDuck!

Er... Sorry, Fenton.
I just cannot take anymore.

Let's get this over with.
Shoot both of them!

Hey! Isn't that GizmoDuck?

Look out!

[Launchpad] Whoa!

We landed in Uncle Scrooge's
Banana Bran Flakes factory!

That was the crunchiest
crash I've ever had.

Ready!

[gulps] So long, Mr. McDuck!
It's been swell.

Aim!

Gee! I didn't even get
to kiss Mama goodbye

and tell Gandra Dee, toodle-oo!

Fire!

What happened?

Ah! GizmoDuck!

I know, I know,
you want your lousy dime.

Uncle Scrooge, are you OK?

Aye, thanks to GizmoDuck.

You may live,
but the factory is still mine!

[cackling]

Oh, yeah? In one minute,
the eclair will prove ifs Friday!

That's "eclipse!"

It makes no difference,
because there's still one cloud.

We'll never see.

[GizmoDuck] Don't be so
sure, banana-breath!

GizmoDuck is here!

Could you give me
alight, Mr. McDuck?

Good luck, GizmoDuck!

Thanks, Gizmo Buddies!

And don't get any wacky ideas.

Blasting off in cannons is something
only superheroes should do.

- You betcha!
- Aye-aye!

Yes, sir!

Whoa!

[Huey] Look! The eclipse!
A perfect banana!

I don't know.
Kinda looks like an éclair to me.

[an] Yay!

It is Friday!

I'll be signing that lease now.

"[Cronduck] And to recap." today's
dramatic photos of the banana eclipse

proves without a doubt
that today is Friday.

I hope you boys learned
a lesson from all this.

You bet.

We'll never play a
trick like that again.

And that's the way it is.
Friday. I'm sure of it.

[clocks chiming]

Or is it now Saturday?

Aye, it is Saturday.
And way past your bedtimes, lads.

- Gee, if it's finally Saturday...
- Do we still get our allowance?

Well, I suppose so, though...
Wait!

Didn't I already give
you your allowances...

Come back here, you little sneaks,
or I'm going to pinch more than a penny!