DuckTales

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.

-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. -

- Fancy! -

Waah! Earthquake!

Batten down the hatches!

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!

*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.

This is clearly a bad idea.

Well, then, I guess Webby will have to be

- Chief Chart Officer. - 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! -

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! -

- -

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.

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...

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.

- -

Just any problem at all.

- -

My eyes! My delicate costume eyes!

Sit! Heel! Shoo!

Ha!

- -

Where fun is in the...

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!

You mean, a job?

Welcome to Harp-B-Gone,

- a division of Louie Inc. - Hurrah!

Oh, roommate responsibility.

Oh, no. The toga holder.

What's going on?

Oh, nothing.

Just going to work.

I'm off to my job.

Nothing like the dignity

of a hard day's labor.

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?

- - 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?