DuckTales

Drop the beat!

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Ach! I was getting to the good part!

Exactly! This is the good part!

Guys! Guys! I don't think--

-Aaah! -

Sorry to interrupt...

but why are you in my bathroom?!

We wanted to give you a taste of our--

-As yet unpaid for-- -global tour!

Now, we know how busy you are.

But we also know how devastated you would be

if you missed out on the chance to sponsor us!

We don't need money--

All we need is equipment, a tour bus,

a plane with our faces on it...

Grrrr.

That's ridiculous!

Scrooge is far too busy and important

to go plane shopping.

You're right. We'll take the money instead.

Fifty million. Tops.

A small price to pay to be a part

of our band's rise to superstardom!

Duckworth!

No solicitors!

That's the fourth rich guy's bathroom

we've been kicked out of.

What are we doing wrong?

We just need someone to listen to us!

Oh. I'm listening.

You wanna be famous?

Uh, sure!

-Absolutely! -More than anything!

And you're willing to do whatever I say,

at any cost whatsoever?

Well, not any--

-Quiet, Donald! -We will pay you twofold!

Then have I got a scheme for you.

Ho boy.

The fastest way to fame is Emma Glamour's IT List.

Ooh!

I know everything about the IT List.

Whatever Emma Glamour posts on her annual online list

becomes instantly popular.

How do you think I found my favorite band?

- -And my signature hairstyle.

If I'm following the trends right,

I think next year's big thing is gonna be sick yo-yo tricks.

Ow. I'll get it by the time the IT List comes out.

Yeah? Sure, Dew.

We just get on this blog!

-But how?! -Why will no one tell us?!

Okay. Okay, just--

Look, Glamour is a famous tastemaker

who only emerges once a year

to post her IT List at--

An exclusive party at the Duckburg Museum.

A night of famous people celebrating how great they are.

These are my people. We're going?!

I get you into that party--

We perform for Glamour--

We get on the IT List before it's posted online--

Then we'll be famous around the planet!

Internet fame. The most important fame of all.

I don't know. How will we get in?

Hmm. This is an exclusive party.

If only someone had a super-elaborate scheme to get in--

Ka-boom!

I give you Louie's Eleven.

A multi-part, multi-person plan

guaranteed to get us in.

The perfect scheme.

Ah, cool. Maybe if we--

Please don't touch the perfect scheme.

But I know all about this party.

And I know all about schemes, dear Dewford.

All you have to do is listen to me.

And sign this legally binding contract

giving me half of any money you make after you get famous.

What?! We can't--

I already signed for you, Donald!

Gimme the pen!

Ahhhh.

All eleven have an important role.

I'm the team leader, obviously.

Caballeros, you're the talent.

And I'm the inside man,

because I know this party inside and out.

What?! No. But don't worry,

I have a very special job just for you.

Oh-ho, ho-ho-ho! Special!

This party is invite only, so we're gonna need...

Ha! And you said calligraphy camp was a waste of time.

Mwah!

Hubert, it is perfect! Welcome to the scheme.

-What scheme? -Nothing. Tell no one!

Next we're gonna need a way to communicate all sneaky-like.

All right. These earpieces are definitely not experimental.

I'm definitely not testing them on you.

And they definitely won't explode in your head

if you wear them too long. Hmm. Have fun at your party!

And lastly, we need to figure out the party layout

inside the museum, which we are doing now.

- Aaah! -

-Aah! -Wha--!

There's Glamour's seat, and there's the stage.

Let's go, everyone!

We want to start fashionably late, not late late.

And remember, nobody gets onstage without a stage pass.

-Who's that?! -Guh. Daisy Duck.

Glamour's personal assistant.

If we want to get to Glamour,

we have to go through her.

Whatever.

Nice placement on the banners, Rosa.

Those shrimp puffs could be puffier, Shaun.

Are these rhododendrons?!

We've gotta get 'em out of here before--

- -she shows up.

Are those rhododendrons?

Run. I'll handle it.

You know I'm allergic to bad taste.

Of course, Ms. Glamour.

I mean, who would bring rhododendrons

to your party?

A rhodo-dumb-dumb?

Hmm.

You have narrowly avoided ruining this party.

For now.

Oh, thank you, Ms. Glamour.

I promise, everything's going to be...

-Perfect. -It already is.

I'm gonna dance on the red carpet!

No! Stick to the plan!

This is Louie's Eleven.

As long as there are no surprises,

we'll be fine.

I swear! I left my invitation in the limo.

It's parked right around the side. I'll go get it!

Unhh!

No party crashers.

Wait a minute. Was that--

Hmph.

Why is Falcon Graves working security here?

He's gonna recognize me and know we're not invited to the party!

-Maybe he won't remember you. -The last time I saw him

I cost him millions of dollars and threw him off a building.

[gasps

Hey, that does make this harder.

New plan. Dewey's not going to the party.

Uh, what?!

You need me in there.

This the Dewey-est party in town!

Ohh! Why was I cursed to be so flashy and unforgettable?

Hmm.

Okay, Dewey. Play it cool.

The c-c-coolest, baby.

Graves: There's something familiar about you.

Hey, pal. This is DJ Daft Duck,

Duckburg's most electrifying funkatronic DJ,

and his entourage, as you can see

from our very official invitation.

Fun times!

Graves, keep the line moving!

Welcome to the party, pal.

-That's mine. -We did it!

No thanks to Dewey showing off.

We almost got busted!

What?! This whole party is for showing off.

I know how it works.

No more improvising, no more showboating.