DuckTales

So why are we at the gala

for the Flintheart Glomgold wing of the Natural History Museum?

Uch, yeah, and look at this tacky setup.

Somebody is trying waaay too hard.

I'll have a virgin peach julep

in your fanciest glass, thank you!

All these exhibits are just from times Glomgold lost to you.

A pebble from the Lost City of El Dorado.

A singed kilt from that fire pit in Krakatoa.

And this "Glomosaurus Rex"

is clearly just a bunch of random parts stuck together.

Honestly, how could you know it wore a crown?

So what are we doing here anyway?

As upstanding citizens of note,

it's our responsibility to support Duckburg's cultural institutions.

And these cocktail weenies are on Glomgold's dollar.

Aren't you rich?

Why do you need free food?

I didn't get rich by wasting money.

I got rich by besting my enemies.

Stock up, lads!

Uch, these custom suits are the worst.

I think I'm gettin' a rash.

That's the plastic lining.

Saves on dry cleaning and you lose less dip.

It's not the cut of the suit,

it's how you wear it.

Take my playfully loose bow tie.

Is he coming? Is he going?

Did he party so hard it just flew open?

What is it, a cursed villain?

- A villainous curse? - A... um...

Man, I hate going third.

Worse. It's my ex!

*DUCKTALES (2017)* Season 01 Episode 15

Your ex?! As in "ex-girlfriend"?

Ex-partner, ex-rival, ex-everything.

Episode Title: "The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains!"

Watch your wallets, boys.

Please, Scrooge.

I wouldn't steal from children.

Unless they had something I really wanted,

or I was bored, or...

Goldie O'Gilt,

the Ice Queen of Dawson.

I thought I heard the clatter of cloven hooves.

Scroogey McMoneybags, the tightwad of Duckburg.

That clatter was probably your brittle bones settling, ya gilded geezer.

I feel both disturbed and intrigued.

Oh, hello, Scrooge!

This is my date, Goldie.

What's that? Your ex, you say?

How awkward this must be for you.

I'm not your date.

Does it make your blood boil with jealousy, Scrooge?

You're just a sad third wheel.

Deadwood! A...

What?! Gah!

Touché, Goldie.

Let the love games begin.

It's been a long time, Scrooge.

And yet it still feels too soon.

Ooh, your tango's as rusty as your joints, old man.

How's this for rusty?

Oh! Not bad, but let the lady lead.

Ooh!

Ooooh! Scrooge has a crush!

True love is truly ageless.

Ooh-ooooh!

Somebody dance with me!

I need to make her jealous!

You're looking younger than the last time I saw you.

Found a fountain of youth in Wronguay. You?

Stuck in a timeless demon dimension.

Which one?

Pandemonium or Demogorgona?

Demogorgana. Went to stop an uprising.

Get out! I caused that uprising!

Nabbed the Eye of Demogorgon.

Makes you impervious to burns.

I must've just missed you.

Stop one-upping my one-upsmanship!

Dance worse than me!

No can Dewey.

Cut the patter, O'Gilt.

What are you really up to?

Why do you always think I'm up to something?

Because wherever you go, you leave a flaming wreck in your wake.

Can't start a fire without a spark, Scroogey.

Ladies and gentleman, hated rivals,

I am proud to unveil a brand new exhibit,

dug up by me very own oil crew in the Yukon.

Behold!

The feared, the terrible... Glacier Monster of the Klondike!

I know that beast!

What?!

- What's going on? - Is this a surprise?

Goldie!

Step on it, Launchpad!

I need to get to the mansion!

Ooh! Tell us about your new old girlfriend!

Ooh! Did you smooch in the dark?

Ooh, smooching!

We weren't smooching, ya wee nupties.

It was all part of her plan to steal that mammoth skull!

Oooh, so you could smooch it together?

- Eww. - What?

No! Because that was no ordinary skull.

Back during the Gold Rush,

when I was prospecting for my fortune in the Klondike...

Gold Rush? Wait... how old are you?

I let that swindler Goldie repay a claim

by helping me search for the legendary Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains.

But that mendacious minx stole my map!

I managed to catch her,

but in the scuffle, the map tore in half!

Before I could get it back,

we were attacked by the Glacier Monster of the Klondike:

A Woolly Mammoth!

Goldie dodged his attack,

but lost her half of the map inside the teeth of that beast.

We escaped with our lives!

By being promptly frozen in the ice.

For five years I was stuck in that cursed glacier,

forced to stare at her thievin' mug before we thawed.

The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains

is the one treasure that greedy gillie could never find...

until Glomgold dug up the Glacier Monster's skull.

That's the real reason Goldie came to the gala.

Launchpad, brakes!

She's here.

Hey, Moneybags, where's the other half of the map?

Where are Beakley and Webbigail?

How did you let that thief back into...

You reprehensible recreant!

Please stop flirting in front of the children.

Ooohh!

Aah!

Takes a fossil to find a fossil, eh, Goldie?

Says the man who still wears spats and a top...

hat.

Give me my map!

Get your pilfering paws off my headpiece!

I got the map!

Fine. We team up.

With our two halves of the map,

we can finally find the Golden Lagoon.

And why should I trust you?

Ohh, because it's gold.

Because it's a treasure you never found.

And because you're Scrooge McDuck.

- You think you know me so well. - You think you know me so well.

Date! Date! Date!

It's not a date!

I'll take the pickaxe, this lamp,

rope, locator beacon,

uh, and I'll need some buckskin waterproof spats.

We don't carry those.

Fine, fine, I'll take a pair of boots and your sharpest knife.

- Uh, no food? - No.

Just one discount jug of mustard

for these delicious hors d'oeuvres.

And whatever the lady needs.

Uh, what lady?

Goldie, you backstabbing...

Scroogey...

If we're going to make it through this alive,

we need to be able to trust each other.

Agreed.

Now give me back the map you stole from my bag.

Take my girl, will ya?

No one steals from Flintheart Glomgold.

Wait, are those my teriyaki skewers?!

Ahh, the Ice Caverns of White Agony Plains. Ha!

Sure brings back memories, eh, Scrooge?

No matter how hard I try to forget.

One of yours?

You can't blame me for that.

It was over a hundred years ago.

We were different people then.

Aye, that's what worries me.

You've had a century's worth of practice.

What happened to you, Moneybags?

Domestic life turn you soft?

What you'll never understand

is that trust is the cornerstone of...

Wait!

Ooh!

One of yours?