DuckTales

Hm. Spiffy.

Double-O Duck?

This is Dewble-O Duck.

You need to find enemy agent, Red Feather,

and say the password

"Cold pastrami on rye, hold the mustard."

Mm. Yummy.

-What are you doing? -

What I Dewey best.

Uh, hi.

Can I help you?

Ham and cheese--

Uh, no, pepperoni--

No. Oh, gosh, no, now I'm hungry.

Uh, ketchup? Er--no--uh...

Thousand Island? I can't remember when I'm hungry.

Sorry, Double-O-Duck. The kitchen is closed.

Man, I can't believe we lost the game so fast.

I had a sassy quip ready and everything.

LP? Game over.

It's a little too real.

Yay! You won!

No, we totally lost.

So you're done roaming around

in that forsaken room?

It is a super high-tech game.

When you put on these glasses, you're in a different world.

Haven't you ever wanted to plug into a thrilling

high-stakes adventure?

Can we play one more time?

Pretty please, Uncle McDee.

It is bad enough I had to set foot

in this contraptionary carnival to pick you up.

Now you want me to stay here?

You know, Uncle Scrooge,

I've always wanted to introduce you

to the Captain's Quarters Arcade.

-Come on! -All right, LP.

Let's jack in and reboot their butts.

I don't know. Maybe you should do this one on your own.

Hey, we're a team. We got this.

No pressure, LP.

Just a simple spy game.

What could go wrong?

Black Heron. Steelbeak.

We have intruders.

McDuck is here.

McWhat?

I hate that guy.

F.O.W.L. chose this absurd location

because he'd never step foot in a place like Funso's.

I miss the old lair, the Sat-a-Lighthouse.

Classic villain lair.

Get them out of here without rousing suspicion.

Director Buzzard is right.

They can't discover my Intelli-Ray.

Intelli-buh?

The Third Eye Diamond,

a mystical relic pulled from the F.O.W.L. archives.

It increases the intellect of its target.

Observe.

This simple rodent had a brain the size of a pea.

Sound familiar?

Rats are dumb, right?

I centupled its intelligence.

I raised its IQ.

I made the dumb rat smart.

Oh! I see. What you got there is a Smart Rat ray.

Why didn't you just say that?

But if I could reverse this beam,

I could use this weapon to make Scrooge McDuck

dumber than the dummies.

Any questions?

Did the rat make that jumpsuit on a regular sewing machine,

or did it build it on it's own tiny sewing machine?

Either way, I'm very--

Just get rid of them, stupid.

I'm not stupid. I'll go.

Not because you told me,

but because there's no trap like a steel trap.

- -Go!

You know, because my beak?

It's made of steel.

Put in a token,

then whack at these moles with this hammer.

I pay for the privilege of doing someone else's yard work?

Pass.

So that's a no to video games,

Uke or Puke, Mole Whacker, and sitting quietly on a bench.

I am sorry, Webbigail,

but these videographic adventures

will never compare to the real...thing?

There's gold in them hills!

Yes! Skee-Ball.

Roll the balls into the point holes and get--

-Gold? -And tickets!

A fun diversion,

but it'll never compare to the actual thrill of--

Eureka! 100 points.

Oh! Stand back, Webbigail.

These sidewinding claim-jumpers

won't stop me from striking it ticket rich.

Oh!

There we go.

Can't let Dewey down. Got to be smart, got to win.

You lose, we all go home.

Calm down, LP. It's only a game.

Our last game. And the last of my allowance.

But don't overthink it.

All right. Okay, bud. You can do this.

I'll have your back this time

so nothing goes wrong.

Remember, we say the passcode, win the card game,

locate the villain's lair.

Once there, find the secret weapon, save the world.

-Then we get pizza! -Yes. Pizza.

But first, we take out Odd-Duck.

Huh?

Can I help you?

Uh, cold...

Pastrami on rye. Hold the mustard.

...pickles, no onions.

Hm.

I am Red Feather.

Duck. Dewey Duck.

Pad. Launchpad.

McQuack, my name is Launchpad McQuack.

Men of exquisite taste.

Follow.

I never saw the game do this before.

Maybe he's a secret boss?

Name's Steelbeak.

You boys enjoying you spy games?

We are, thank you for asking.

The game is baccarat chemin de fer.

Stakes on the bank hand,

but customers holding the shoe.

I get it.

Yes, I do as well.

Go fish.

Old maid.

Uh...

crazy eights.

Checkmate.

Well played.

It was?

I guess you were outsmart-guyed.

Ha! I don't know about schmantzy card games.

But how about a game of 52 pickup...

your teeth!

The pain feels so lifelike.

Aah!

Looks like the cards were stacked against--

Hey!

- -Aah!

-Whoo-hoo! -We did it!

Bonanza! 100 points.

I knew you'd love this.

Oh, hey, let me show you this trick shot.

Not now, lass. I'm on a roll.

I need to keep my strength up.

Fetch your uncle a tin of mutton.

I think they just have nachos.

Ow!

Ah!

I gotcha.

- -Ah!

Huh?

- -

Thanks for playing.

Dewey?

Launchpad? Oh, man.