DuckTales

The Legendary Cornelius Coot.

Surrounded by his foes, he drew his storied saber

and fought back the marauding Beagle militia.

Coot was like a ghost.

His musket fire came from all directions.

The confused Beagles ran for their lives.

Coot single-handedly saved this very fort.

And that's the story of how he started

a little town called...

...anyone?

- Duckburg. - Duckburg - Duckburg - Duckburg

Coot stamped himself upon our history in a way few ever will.

We'll see about that.

As a special treat today,

Coot's descendant, Della Duck,

will skywrite the letter "C" to commemorate him.

Just a "C"?

Uncle Scrooge charges by the letter.

I'm parched. You got any refreshments?

Maybe some Pep?

In this village we only have traditional victuals:

saltwater jerky and raw buttermilk.

Hey, guys, check me out.

I'm churning butter like Cornelius Coot.

Churn, baby, churn!

Yeah. Yup.

And I'm bored.

This is... what's the word?

The most horrible place ever?

Yes, exactly, thank you.

This capotain isn't even itchy enough to be authentic.

Let's see if we can fly with mom.

Sure, we could go...

unless we want to uncover

the greatest mystery your mom never solved!

Whoa, is that...?

Della's old journal.

She was searching for a top secret family treasure

from the non-McDuck side of your family.

The Beagles weren't just after the fort.

They were after the golden armory of Cornelius Coot.

Untold treasure.

Undiscovered history.

Unparalleled adventure.

Della couldn't crack it, but we can.

Not if I get there first.

*DUCKTALES (2017)* Season 02 Episode 20 Title: "The Golden Armory of Cornelius Coot!"

Ah, the perfect day.

Just me, the open sky,

the Cloudslayer, and...

Where's my plane?

Right here, Miss D.

And there. And a bit over there.

Don't worry, the Sunchaser has been through

way worse than this.

It has?

Yeah. We've been through hundreds,

maybe thousands of crashes together.

If this old girl could talk...

Listen, LP, I need to fly

over Fort Duckburg in T-minus three hours.

Don't worry, we can stitch this baby back together in no time.

Just need to find Spinnyboy.

Spinnyboy?

There he is.

Webby, most historians consider this stuff to be a myth.

"Coot was a ghost with a golden armory."

"He was everywhere at once." All myths.

Yeah, everyone and their mother went looking for that treasure.

Correction, everyone and your mother.

We've solved some big mysteries before, but this...

this is the one that could make us legends!

Aah!

Everyone thinks Coot is some big dang hero,

beating up 60 defenseless Beagles.

But we're going to set things right,

force the tour guide to give up the goods,

and reclaim the treasure of Fort Beagle-burg.

- What? - Ma! Ma!

Ya'll forgot me at the junkyard.

I chased you here.

Must not've heard me yelling to slow down,

because you rolled the windows up.

Whoa!

Big Time, if the Beagle Boys Organization

is going reclaim its former glory,

we're going to have to go in a different direction.

A non-failure direction.

You're a failure as a criminal,

a Beagle and a son.

So, what are you trying to say?

You're no longer a member of the gang!

Because I'm more of a gang leader, right?

Ugh! Come on, boys, let's go grab us a tour guide.

He'll figure it out eventually.

Nothing to see here. History is a living document.

Archeologists at work here, people.

All right, where do we dig?

It says here "Find the truth beneath the legend."

Hmm.

That's it, I'm digging.

Oh, no. My delicious gloppy history treat.

Shh, listen.

There's something under here.

"Truth beneath the legend!"

That used to be me out there getting slapped by Ma.

Innkeep, another buttermilk for which to drown my sorrows.

- It'll be a minute. - That's all right.

I's got nowhere to be.

- Whoa! - Whoa! - Whoa! - Whoa!

Told you. Now let's go.

The Coot gold.

The McDuck brats are going to get to it first.

I got to tell...

...nobody.

It's Big Time's time to make a name for himself.

Innkeep, make that buttermilk for the road.

Come on, come on. Hurry up, hurry up!

I did it.

I found a photo of what the plane is supposed to look like,

so we can piece it together.

Let's start from the corners.

Whoa!

Ew, why is everything sticky?

I used to use superglue to assemble the plane,

but it proved tricky.

Now I use gum.

So you, like, don't know what you're doing at all?

When it comes to planes, everyone knows their own way.

Is... is that a hamster wheel?

Yeah, well, obviously, a gerbil couldn't spin the propeller.

Cool. So this is our tomb.

All right! Let's go!

Everyone feel around.

Okay, rocky... Ooh, stony.

Pebbly...

Oh!

Pointy? Metal?

Gold?

Nope. Rusty shovel. Gross.

It's an arrow pointing ahead. We're on the right track.

I'm coming for your treasure, Coot!

Ah!

This wall here is not a wall.

Coot must have made a decoy wall out of peat moss.

Ingenious!

All we have to do is push ever so slightly

- and... - Whoa!

Take that, moss wall.

Hmm, it doesn't taste mossy enough to be moss.

What is that texture?

Just relax, Louie, think of all the stuff you're going to buy

with the treasure, okay?

An Empire Brothers ottoman,

a case of imported Pep Supérieur,

an emerald-studded hoodie.

Do not laugh in the face of my danger.

I'm not. Huey's tickling me.

- No, I'm not. - Yes, you...

Webby, turn your phone light on.

- It is on. - Well, I can't see a thing.

What? Oh, dear.

Help me.

Aww, she's smiling.

Happy plane, happy flight.

Ooh.

Don't. Paint's still wet.

Don't. I just detailed that.

Don't. Because I... I...

don't want you near my plane at all.

Sorry, it's not personal, it's just that...

you know you're a bad pilot, right?

No, no, only in the sense that you crash every time you fly.

Look, maybe with a couple of lessons...

That's it. I can be your co-pilot.

What? No.

I should learn from the best, right?

How do I say yes without agreeing to this?

Yeah! Best teacher ever!

Oh, no, don't do that.

Don't... get on the plane.

Nice try, Coot, but you'll never break us.

So many legs!

Everywhere!

I want to go home!

Huh? Oh.

Hey, is it me, or does she seem a little more Webby than usual?

Yeah, this is starting to feel less like

a "fun adventure" thing and more like a...

"Dangerous obsession that kills us all" thing?

Maybe we should head back.

Yeah, this adventure's a bust.

You know, Dewey, we should go.

No sense getting distracted by riding this amazing mine cart.

I'm sorry, mine cart?

This is the ultimate!

Everybody in!