DuckTales

*DUCKTALES (2017)* Season 01 Episode 23

Episode Title : "The Shadow Wars"

Got it.

Got it, got it. No!

- Louie, pull your weight! - Um,

I'm stabilizing.

Grunts lift. Leaders stabilize.

Ahh, life on a boat, huh?

The lively rocking of the waves!

Sleeping next to a dangerous boiler!

And what's that? A longshoreman cursing?!

Fun!

Anything's better than the mansion

with that selfish old miser.

Aw, that's not fair.

Scrooge isn't that old and selfish.

Okay, but in the most lovable way!

Home sweet home. Huh?

Umm... I got snacks!

Uhh... heh.

Hmm? Ah...

Mmm!

Wait, where's Dewey?!

Nope. Right here.

- Not stealing the boat. - Oh!

Yep. Back to the good ol' days. Woo-woo.

Woo!

Bbbb blah.

Big day, Magica. Real big day.

The eclipse is at hand,

my plan is flawless.

Let. Me. Go!

Oh, that's right. I forgot you were here.

I won't let you do this!

Yeah, uh-huh.

Oh, except at the moment of the eclipse,

my powers will finally unleash,

and I'll be an invincible juggernaut of dark magic!

So, you know...

Now that you've gained the trust of Scrooge's brats,

I can use your body to get inside the house.

Then I'll weaken Scrooge with this,

snatch the Number One Dime at the height of the eclipse,

unleash my full power,

and use it to destroy everything Scrooge has ever loved!

Ha ha ha! Unh!

Howdy, Mr. McDee!

Don't worry, I'm not here to check on you

on account of everyone moving out

because the boys blame you for launching their mom to space

and orphaning them.

I'm here to take you out for ice cream!

Mmm, sounds good, right?

Family crisis! I mean, ice cream!

Go away.

Out?! Moved?! Ice cream?!

Without those kids to let me in,

how am I supposed to get my evil, evil vengeance?!

No. I will defeat Scrooge McDuck.

I am the dark shadow lying in wait!

I am the stuff of nightmares

lurking in the hidden recesses of your mind!

I am... Aaaah!

All right. Just have to convince Scrooge

that I'm a typical little girl.

Gee whiz, mister.

It's me, that insufferable whelp, Lena.

The little urchins invited me over to...

Uh... what do children like? Play marbles?

The children are gone.

Leave me alone. Forever.

Aw, shucks. Webby said this would happen.

What did she say?

That you wouldn't be able to handle the kids leaving

and have an old man meltdown.

I thought better of you.

Guess I was wrong.

At last. A vanquishing for the ages,

a final clash between the Sorceress of the Shadows

and the world's greatest adventurer, Scrooge Mc...

Wait, what?

Hey, guys, I think you misplaced this box.

We're throwing that away.

Yah!

What?! The Druid's Cup?

This Mount Neverrest T-shirt?

The Golden Khopesh of Toth Ra

that you conned Launchpad out of?!

Those artifacts are special!

It's just old junk.

Yah!

Goodbye.

Ah!

Sploosh.

- Seriously? - You're still holding it.

Oh, fine!

- Ah! - Aaah!

No no no no no no no no no!

I can't believe it's really over.

I mean, they're falling apart and they're family.

Are we next?

Don't worry.

I've crashed literally hundreds of Mr. McDee's vehicles,

and he always gets over it.

The boys will, too.

I don't know. This feels different.

They blame Scrooge for their mom's disappearance.

It'll blow over.

They'll be a happy family

living in the mansion before you know it.

Boys! Good news!

Where have you always wanted to go?

Into the water to go get my Khopesh?

What? No. Cape Suzette!

We're moving there tomorrow!

- A new town?! -Finally. - Cape Suzette, here we come!

- They're moving tomorrow?! - They're moving tomorrow?!

We have no time!

The only family I've ever known gone forever!

Ohhh! What do we do?!

This is bad! Real bad!

Will Dewey and I still be friends?!

Who will I call for advice?!

Do they have phones in Cape Suzette?!

Okay, okay, one of us needs to stay calm here.

So... you?

All we need is a simple plan

to remind Scrooge and the boys

- how much they need each other. - Huh?

- An amazingly fun and elaborate - An amazingly fun and elaborate

- farewell dinner party scheme. Yes! - Farewell dinner party scheme. Yes!

Step one, we throw the boys a farewell party

to convince them they don't want to move.

Step two, reveal surprise guest... Scrooge...

And remind them how much they all miss each other.

Step three... There is no step three,

because we just nailed it in two steps!

Whoo!

Ow! - Ow!

- Whooo! - Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Ugh! How long has your housekeeping staff been gone?

Three days.

So how are my so-called kin?

Miserable, no doubt, living on that disgusting boat.

I'm obviously doing much better than they are.

Ah! Pesky possum!

Keeps eating my anchovies!

Scrooge!

That sad sack of feathers is not Scrooge.

The Scrooge McDuck I know is a shrewd, conquering hero of legend.

Mm. Eh...

Unless... this is all a trick.

Yes, that's it! Of course!

He senses something.

He's trying to convince me he's a pathetic loser,

hoping I'll make a mistake!

Ha ha! You can't fool me, Scroogie!

I am the one who fools!

One sip. Lights out. Grab the dime.

Then I enact my vengeance!

Thanks for the pep talk, Lena.

Huh. It says here that Cape Suzette has a pretty neat park.

They just got a second swing.

And the Cape Suzette saltine cracker factory gives public tours.

And they let you sample the crackers at least.

- Yeah. - I mean,

this place used to sound exciting, right?

Ho ho! Meet the new Dewey,

the dashing, debonair yachtsman of Cape Suzette!

Ah! Fancy boat shoes!

Pain worth it for the fancy boat shoes.

Eee! Yah!

"Dear Hubert, Dewford, and Lew-...

you are cordially invited to your own dining room

for a dinner full of heartwarming memories

and surprises, question mark.

Will you attend, 'yay' or nay"?

- They're coming! Whoo! - They're coming! Whoo!

Ooh!

Now we just have to get Scrooge to show up.

But how?

We're gonna have to be subtle.

Hello, Mr. McDee! Come to a party on Donald's houseboat

for, um...

Oh, uh... Mm-mm, uh, hmm?

Um, a game of charades?

- Free food! - I'll be there.

You will?!

But I'll only eat the finest lobster,

caviar, canapés.

And make sure no one starts eating until I get there,

as I consider it the height of rudeness.