DuckTales

All right, Woodchucks. Happy National S'more Day.

A very real holiday,

according to one source on the Internet.

-Let's get mallowing. -

Okay, .8 ounces of marshmallow

per every two 1 3/4-inch graham cracker squares,

three minutes per s'more.

If we keep s'mores at 1.6 ounces of chocolate per cracker,

then we'll have the perfect s'more.

Bleep-blop.

I make food for robotic consumption.

Careful. Those roasting sticks have been cut

according to specific Junior Woodchuck Guidelines.

I'm adding doughnuts and cookie dough.

But that's not in the recipe.

Hue-bot engaged. Uh-oh.

Need oilcan-can-can.

Aw, not even a modern robot.

Try being a kid for once, Hue-bot.

- -Guys. Guys?

That's not a textbook... s'more.

Wow, these roasting sticks are cut precisely

to Woodchuck Guidelines.

Yes. Thank you.

Hi, I'm BOYD, a definitely real boy.

I'm Huey, also real.

Would you like to be friends?

Sure. Wow, that was easy.

BOYD, why don't you start the campfire.

Absolutely, pal.

According to the JWG,

"Following the right procedure..."

"...leads to carefree fun-time leisure."

You've memorized the guidebook too?

Practically downloaded in my head.

Yes! There's nothing weird about doing things

exactly the right way.

That doesn't make us robots.

We're just kids.

Definitely.

You get me, BOYD.

We're a rare breed, you and I.

You are a rare bread.

Ah!

Hey, Fenton, is Dr. Gearloose around.

We've got a glitchy piece of tech here.

Huey, I'm more than an intern. I'm a scientist.

I can easily assist you with all of your scientific needs.

-Who's your friend? -Hi.

I'll get Dr. Gearloose.

-Dr. Gearloose? -Intern.

Can we have a word?

Oh, here's two: leave now.

-Nothing can distract me-- -Dr. Gearloose?

Where did you get that thing?

I haven't seen you since...

I can't remember.

Manny, get this dangerous machine out of my lab.

You know my friend BOYD?

BOYD? What idiot called it that?

It's name is 2-BO.

And, yes, I know all about it.

It is not your friend, it is not a boy.

It is a failed experiment.

I helped build 2-BO

years ago in Tokyolk,

when I was just a lowly intern for the infamous Dr. Akita.

You were an intern like me?

Nothing like you.

Great. You can fix him, then.

Ugh! 2-BO's hard drive is a mess.

I can stop the glitches for now,

but it's been overwritten so many times

I can't get to its core to fix the problem.

I swore I'd never go back,

but left in this state, 2-BO could endanger us all.

There's only one place that has the equipment we'll need:

my mentor's old lab.

-Road trip! -We're going to Tokyolk?

You're not going.

Gizmoduck is.

We'll need him to protect us.

From it.

Aren't you overreacting?

Look at him. He's a kid like me.

Just wired a little differently.

Besides, dozens of your inventions

have tried to kill us,

and you always say they're "wildly misunderstood."

I understand 2-BO all too well.

Don't get too close to it.

Remember, no one can know we're here.

We have to remain discreet.

Gearloose!

Oh, no. Hide 2-BO.

Ah, Inspector Tezuka.

Konnichiwa.

What are you doing in Tokyolk--

Ow!

Keeping it safe from evil robots.

You got a lot of nerve

showing your mech-loving mug around here.

We both know I was cleared of those crimes.

-Ow! -Crimes?

But your mentor, Dr. Akita, wasn't.

So where are you hiding him?

I haven't seen Akita since he disappeared.

I don't have time for this.

I am here on a very important... field trip.

You, bright eyes, what did you say your name was?

I'm BOYD, a definitely real boy.

Robot! Stop in the name of the law!

Keep moving. Quickly. Quickly.

Wait, we're not going to break in here?

Of course we're not.

Gizmoduck, break through the wall.

For science.

Blah!

Easy.

Easy...

- -

Easy.

This place is so familiar.

What is all this?

It was Tokyolk's most advanced research lab.

This is where 2-BO was built.

And where Dr. Gyro Gearloose was born.

Was this your lab coat? Was this your stool?

Was this your Trinocular Inverted Metallurgical Microscope?

Ah! Dust in my eye! The dust of genius!

All right, knock it off, intern.

Let's get to work.

We have to search through all of 2-BO's memories

and programming to get to its core.

Then I can stop this malfunctioning for good.

No need to be scared.

Just a normal checkup

where we jam wires into your computer brain

to view your digital memories and--

Okay, this is not even a little normal.

We'll analyze 2-BO's memories with its previous owners,

starting with the newest ones.

No more gravy baths?

I'll show her.

BOYD, break this with your robo-muscles.

Won't mother be upset if we damage her necklace?

I don't want to break anything.

Then why must you insist on breaking my heart?

I'm sorry, do you need a hug?

No! It's attacking me with love!

- -

No way!

A robot boy.

Dreams do come true.

Hi, I'm 2-BO,

a definitely real boy.

Ooh, that's not going to work for me.

Let's see, how about Beaks Optimistic Youth Droid?

BOYD. Yeah.

A real name? Thank you.

Okay, no hugs, chief.

I do not like touching. And you smell like garbage.

Now, into the cart you go.

Seems like the little guy has had it tough.

It doesn't feel anything.

At it's core, 2-BO is just a machine.

I told you to get a travel adapter.

Come on, I'll find you a replacement here somewhere.

The rest of you, stay put.

Fenton, do you really think BOYD is just a dangerous machine?

Of course not. He's a machine for good.

If we fix his programming, he could be a superhero like me.

Jewelry store robbery in progress, Shinjuku ward.

Serendipity! This is his chance.

Let's go.

What's going on?

-Destiny in the making. -I don't know if--

Whoa!

In retrospect, we probably should have used the first hole.

A breach.

At former Akita Labs International.

Hm. How curious.

Computer, pause.

Boop.

Zoom and enhance. Woosh.

Intern?

2-BO.

Welcome back.

Mwah.