Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

Nunh-unh. Impossible. No way.

A big, fat positive negative.

In other words... no can do.

You mean you don't think you'll be able to find the missing ape lady?

I mean I don't think I'll be able to shut this stubborn suitcase!

And, for your information,

Dr. Bruté is not an ape lady.

She's a famed anthropologist in the employ of SHUSH,

which is why SHUSH called Darkwing Duck in on the... case.

Yee-haw!

Never fear, ol' bring-'em-back-alive Gosalyn's here!

Sorry, Gosalyn, you're not going. What?

I said, you're not going.

No fair.

I know more about blood-sucking jungle leeches than anyone.

You are not going, and that's finale, fini, end of discussion.

If you think that's going to change my mind, you are sadly mistaken.

I am unshaken, unmoved and...

Unbelievable!

This place is totally Tarzan.

Sounds like a pretty tough neighborhood.

Not tough enough for Darkwing Duck.

Especially since SHUSH made sure

we have all the latest

state-of-the-art jungle survival equipment.

For example, this may look like an ordinary coconut,

but it's actually a cleverly disguised bomb.

To explode it, all you have to do is...

twist the top.

Oops. Here!

Whoa! Give me that!

Now just push that button, and I'll toss it out.

This one? No.

Aah! Guess I should have buckled up.

Ah...

Aah!

Well, at least it was a safe landing.

Um, perhaps I spoke too soon.

Aah!

Ouch.

And double ouch.

Hey, are you all right, Dad?

Peachy. Now where'd you park the plane?

Right over - Uh-oh. They're hurtin' my baby!

Looks like the natives are getting restless.

Way cool!

Gosalyn, get back here.

This is better than going to the zoo!

Get down here.

Whatever you do,

don't make any sudden moves.

Eat that and you're dead meat!

Here's a new word for you, Gosalyn.

It's called "diplomacy." Learn it.

Hey, knock that off.

Yeah, this isn't what you think it is.

In fact, it isn't even close.

Help! I'm about to become twins!

Hey, you, come on...

Yaah!

Uh-oh.

Ew, monkey hairs.

Hey, there's writing in here.

"Dr. Beatrice Bruté, famed anthro-

anth-ro-po-lo-gist."

What?! Do you realize what this means?

Yeah. You're not gonna let me keep it.

It means we found Dr. Bruté's safari hat.

Now all we have to do is find the rest of her.

Ha! If there is a rest of her.

Hmm. I'll bet those apes are responsible

for Dr. Bruté's disappearance.

Either that, or they have a thing for hats.

Hit the dirt!

Blast it! Those monkeys have eluded us again.

"Who you calli" a monkey?

I'm Darkwing Duck.

Darkwing Duck, eh?

Hmm. Prove it!

Certainly.

Watch this.

Hi-yah! Hoodama hoi!

Mwi-ya-hey! Hi-yah!

Ooh-hoo-hoo!

Uh-oh.

Not another coconut.

Hmm, I say...

That's Darkwing Duck, all right.

So, Major Trenchrot, you say you knew Dr. Bruté?

Like a sister.

In fact, I was so fond of the dear,

I was plannin' to make her a partner in my banana plantation.

"But alas, one day whilst I was donati" free bananas

to those ungrateful apes,

they kidnapped her.

And that's the last anyone's seen of the old girl.

Hey, Major!

What's in here?

Uh, nothin'. I-I mean, something,

but you can't go in there.

Why and how come?

Because, uh, that's where we peel the bananas,

and some of them are quite bashful, you know.

And besides, Gosalyn,

we've got to find those gorillas before Dr. Bruté is history.

No need to find them. They'll find you.

Those horrid gorillas attack my plantation every night.

Perfect!

Night is my favorite time of day.

Boy, DW, how'd you get Gosalyn to go to bed so easily?

Launchpad, the secret of being a good parent

is letting your child know who's boss.

'Course, offering a ten spot never hurt, either.

All I need are some bananas for bait,

and I'll have the perfect gorilla trap.

Uh-oh.

I thought I told you to stay away from here.

From here? Oh, you mean from here!

I thought you meant another here, not this here here.

I'll teach you to disobey.

Oh! Uhh!

Ow!

Come on. Could be gorillas.

Whoa. Or very large termites.

Gosalyn? Trenchrot?

I didn't do it!

Why, of course you didn't.

Then just what were you doing?

Trying to catch gorillas?

Ha-ha! She was trying to catch gor-

Gee, your trap worked.

Too bad DW isn't a gorilla.

Gosalyn.

Uh, I think I'm supposed to be in bed.

The audacious avenger,

always mindful of menacing misdoers,

keeps his senses tuned to the silence of the night.

Gorillas!

Oh, Darkwing, just in time.

Those maniacal monkeys are stealing my bananas!

Why would they steal ba-nah-nas

when you give them away?

Because they're rotten to the core.

Why, they'll take anything that's not nailed down!

Hold it, Trenchrot. They've got Gosalyn!

No, Dad! Watch out for my...

Gorilla trap.

OK, they've kidnapped Gosalyn

and they've kidnapped Dr. Bruté.

But we'll find those tree-top terrorists.

No one messes with Darkwing Duck and gets away with it.

DW, I think there's something you oughta know.

What's that, Launchpad?

Launchpad?

Buddy?

Ahem.

Despite the disconcerting disappearances,

the undaunted do-gooder

demonstrates his daring by... ducking!

Uh, banana, anyone?

Oh, boy.

It looks like we may have to fight our way out of this one, DW.

Au contraire, mon frère.