Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

Let go of it!

What do you mean...?

Let go of it!

Hey, you, let go of it! Give it to me!

Holy snowplow. What a bunch of pushy poinsettias.

Christmas shopping gets more dangerous every year.

Why do I always wait till the last minute

to do my shopping?

Ah, perfect!

The galleria garden shop!

Hmm, let's see now.

I've still gotta get something for Daisy,

Iris, Lily, Rose. Mmm, one of these might be...

Get out of there!

Oh, well, this watering can will be just fine.

Yeah, right! I'll take it!

Excuse me, sir, but I believe I was here first.

Happy holidays.

Ooh, a pretty plant.

Ow! Hey, kid! Easy on the foliage, huh?

Wah!

It's a plant monster!

Where, where, where?

Oof! Ow, ow! Stop it! Ouch! Ooh!

Yah!

Plant monster!

Christmas. Bah grub-bug.

Everyone treats me like last year's fruitcake.

Well, I'll fix this sappy season. And when I get done with Christmas,

St. Canard will be glad it only comes once a year!

Ah, Christmas. What a shame it only comes once a year.

Now, then. Let's get... decorative.

Ah! Not bad, eh, LP?

Launchpad?

Sorry, DW. I guess I got a little... caught up in my work.

You know, there's something about this time of year

that makes everything seem peaceful.

Yahoo!

- Gosalyn, stop! - Sorry! No brakes!

Uh, sorry, Dad.

But I found this cool prehistoric sled and couldn't wait to try it.

That is my prehistoric sled.

- Not anymore. - In that case,

I better open my presents early.

I'm sure I put a sled on my Christmas list.

Yep, here it is.

Right between the Shetland pony and the stereo.

Gosalyn, I told you before: It's a Christmas tradition

to open your presents on Christmas morning.

Oh, no. Please, please, don't make me wait that long.

I'll never make it! It's no use! It's impossible!

- It's tomorrow morning. - Oh, all right.

I'll wait... not.

Captain Gosalyn scans the horizon.

A-ha! Target sighted.

I am the Terror that Unwraps at Night.

Gosalyn!

You're not trying to open your presents, are you?

No, Dad! Just replacing an ornament!

After all, I wouldn't want to break a Christmas tradition.

- Don't you dare! - My dad, the Christmas cop.

Calling all trees. Calling all trees.

The time has come to turn the yuletide, to break your popcorn chains,

to toss off your tinsel and to rise up against your oppressors!

Now, fall in and onward to victory!

Hup, two, three, four! Hup, two, three, four!

Hup, two, three, four!

Calling all trees, calling all trees.

Prepare for Operation Christmas Cheer.

Wah! He stole my dolly!

You thief!

- Take that! And that! - Ow!

- And that, and that! - Ow and ow and ow!

Happy holidays. Peace on Earth.

Ouch!

Hey, gimme that, you creep!

Now that's the holiday spirit.

Spoiling Christmas is gonna be easier than I thought.

- Why, I oughta... - Now, for phase two:

Sinister Santa.

Ho, ho, ho!

Have a candy cane. And have a merry Christmas!

Ho, ho, ho!

Ho, ho... ho!

And what do you want, little boy?

- I want a drum. - Good, because I want you to beat it.

Oh, looks like you're last, little girl.

Too bad I'm all out of gifts.

And I'll need this dolly for next year.

Wah!

Ho, ho, ho!

- What are you looking at? - You don't fool me. You're not Santa.

- You're too skinny and too green! - Ow!

That hurt!

Tank!

Now where's that boy off to?

Hey, it's Santa Claus!

Oof! Aren't you a little big for this?

Hey, you, Santa!

You made my little girl cry!

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Cut that...!

Get that stinking Santa Claus!

Ho, ho, ho.

Gee, DW, did you really need to buy this many gifts?

Of course! This is Christmas, remember?

A time of giving, a time of sharing, a time of...

My fruitcake! Help! Someone stole my fruitcake!

Hmm. Who would steal fruitcake?

I wish I knew. I can never get rid of the stuff.

- Someone stole my purse. - Someone stole my bell.

Launchpad, this is a job for...

Santa Claus?

I meant to do that.

Sure. Disguised as Santa,

I'll hunt down these holiday havoc-wreakers and...

There he is! There's Santa!

Ah! Looks like some of Santa's fans, Launchpad.

- Ho, ho... ho? - Get Santa!

Hmm. Something tells me that some sinister force

is sapping the season's spirit.

I'm really not sinister, just misunderstood.

A-ha! Bushroot!

I should have known that you were really at the root of this riotous ruckus.

Everyone's gotta celebrate in their own way.

Well, the Christmas party's over.

Maybe for you, but we're just warming up.

- We? - Yoo-hoo, boys!

Yipe!

This time, you've gone too far, Bushroot.

Using Christmas trees to ruin Christmas!

Why it's... it's... it's...

It's just not Christmas-y.

Well, sorry I can't stay to see you get your feathers flogged.

But we've got a Christmas to kill!

Merry ho, ho, ho!

Gee, DW, it looks like we could really be up a tree this time.