Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

You'll never catch me!

Turn right, DW. We're gaining!

That was amazing the way you foiled Quackerjack's plan, DW.

Never saw anyone diffuse a bomb that way before.

Fortunately, my body absorbed the force of the explosion.

Where'd you plant the tracking device on Quackerjack, DW?

That pesky duck will never find

my secret hideout, Mr. Banana Brain.

Not unless someone spills the beans.

- Which way, Launchpad? - Turn right.

You stopped me from blowing up

the yo-yo factory, Darkwing Duck,

but I'm not done yet. Heh-heh-heh-heh!

The jig is up, you jaded jugheaded jack-in-the-box.

Is it my fault no one will buy my toys?

All anyone wants are yo-yos.

If I can't destroy all the yo-yos,

I'll destroy just one.

The first yo-yo. Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Hey, where'd he go?

That's funny. According to this thing, he's still there.

Uh, DW, why are we borrowing the SHUSH time machine?

Because, Launchpad, that was no ordinary top.

Quackerjack is still in St. Canard,

only 700 years in the past.

We're going back in time, Launchpad.

Oh, boy! In time for what?

In time to stop Quackerjack from destroying the first yo-yo

and altering the course of toy history.

Set time coordinates for the year 1291.

And don't mess up.

What happened in 1291?

According to this almanac,

that's the year the yo-yo was invented.

By the king of medieval Canardia.

1291, Launchpad. No freeway congestion,

no skyscrapers blocking out the sun,

and no Darkwing Tower!

Gadzooks!

What manner of strange fish be these?

- Binkie? - Nay. Binketh be my name.

She must be Binkie's ancestor.

Ooh, what strange cloths you wear.

From whence do you hail?

What would you say if I told you

I was from 700 years in the future?

I would say you must be an evil warlock

and should be burned at the stake.

We're from Sweden.

Ooh, well, welcome to Canardia, strangers.

Alloweth me to assist you in your travels hereth.

Make way for the King!

Just the man I wanted to see.

Ooh, but none may see the king.

His new minister will not allow it.

He'll see me.

I'm Darkwing Duck.

I demand to see the king.

Halt!

Herb Muddlefoot?

'Tis King Herbeth to you.

- Quackerjack! - That's Sir Quackerjack.

Sire, this man is a fraud, a fiend and a known felon.

Hold thy tongue. Sir Quackerjack is my trusted new advisor.

The sire and I are great pals.

This guy cracks me up. No lie.

You... you jackanape!

Guards! Guards!

That puny cracker box is no match

for my sophisticated knowledge

of modern technology.

Ooh, but if thou wouldst allow me to helpeth.

Step aside, little fair maiden lady, I'll handle this.

I am the mighty Darkwing Duck.

And I pity the poor fool who stands in my way.

Whoa, boy!

Where brute force fails, try agility.

If thou wouldst but listen...

I have calculated the precise height of the castle wall

and the exact arc of the trajectory!

Give or take a few feet.

Where brute force and agility fail,

try ingenuity.

A present for the king!

Brilliant. Now, all I have to do

is wait for Launchpad to climb out

and open the castle door.

- What door, DW? - Doh!

Oh, woo-hoo! Up here.

How'd you get up there?

I tried to telleth you.

They never locketh the back door.

Let me place you out of harm's way.

Grave danger may await us.

Darkwing Duck creeps toward his destination

with the grace and cunning of the alley cat.

- Halt! - Oh.

Do you have a phone I could use? My car broke down.

It's... crazy.

Oh, spies, sire! Spies and infidels!

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Darkwing Ducketh.

Magician extraordinaire, here to offer my humble services

to the king.

So you are a sorcerer

who consorts with the powers of darkness.

Great. I could use a good sorcerer.

Yeah, that's right, a sorcerer.

I'm a sorcerer.

I'm an inventor, myself.

Wanna see my new invention, huh?

I would be honored.

Hot dog!

You'll never get that yo-yo.

How did you find me?

I planted a homing device in your pal.

Traitor! Backstabber!

How could you?

You'll never get away...

Glad to see youse two getting along.

You're gonna love my new invention.

I call it the yo-yo.

- What do you thinketh? - Well, needs work.

But I like it.

Oh, well...

I guess it's not much compared to your feats.

Yes. Why don't you put on a little show,

mighty sorcerer?

That'd be great.

Oh, gee, I'd love to, but I left my magic wand in my other suit.

- I just happen to have a spare. - Then we're all set.

The show will commence tonight at 7:00.

I'll wow the king with a few cheap tricks,

and Quackerjack will be on the street in no time.

This better be good.

It's showtime.

Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to see

has never before been seen on stage, screen or...

On with the show, dungeon bait.

Television.

Oh, look, sire, he's got someone hidden behind the curtain.

Let's give a warm welcome to my lovely assistant, Binketh.

Yeah, and, oh, good.

Thank you, great.

Such loveliness I have never seen.

Methinks I am smitten by his handsomeness.

Bravo, bravo! Bravo, bravo!

On with the show and stuff.

Now, for my first trick, I will pull a rabbit out of my hat.

It's an elusive little critter!

- Where could he be? - Here, bunny.

Here, bunny. Hey, come here.

The sorcerer is a fraud.

So, what's a nice peasant like you

doing in a palace like this, hmm?

Hee, hee, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee...

OK, moving right along.

For my next trick, I will separate these metal rings.

Lousy piece of junk!

Oh, look, sire, he's a fake! A fake, a fake!

So, uh, wanna be my date

for the royal barbeque tommoree, hmm?

Well, if it pleaseth you, sire. Ho, ha, hee, hee, hee...

And now, a feat never before attempted.

This lovely maiden will vanish before your very eyes.

Here, here, bunny, come here, here, bunny rabbit,

Here you go.

Abracadabra.

Bravo, bravo!

Hold your applause till the end. And now, before your very eyes,

she will reappear!

Hey, hey, hey! Where'd she go?

Bring her back!

Not... not to worry. It's all just part of the, uh, umm...magie.

Woe is me. She has vanished.

He has destroyed the beautiful maiden.