Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

And now I'll be showing slides

of some of the endangered species you've helped

by donating to our Save the Bayou Foundation.

We were extremely fortunate to get this photo

of the rare Yellow-tailed Bayou Water Moccasin.

Notice -

Ohh!

Outta my way, Gumbo!

Hey, I hear you city folk be doin' a benefit for the bayou.

Well, I'm Jambalaya Jake, Bayou born and bred.

Ooh, and that money gonna benefit me real good.

Ooh, I garontee.

Oh! Keep away, you disgusting brute.

Whoo! Flattery don't get you nowhere.

Gimme that money.

Help!

Yum, yum, yum.

All right, woman, you gonna get it now.

Easier than takin' catfish from a snappin' turtle.

Jumpin' crawdaddies! Whoo! It must be eatin' time.

Ahh.

I am the Terror that Flaps in the Night.

I am the scourge that...

pecks at your - uh, your nightmares and -

Launchpad, what are you doing?

Ha-ha. It's a birdie.

Wanna see my doggy? Arf! Arf!

Launchpad!

Sorry, DW.

Ahem. I am the Terror -

Oh, that horrible man is getting away with the donations.

I know that. I know that.

I am the terr-Oh, never mind.

Eat darts, swamp breath.

Let go of my money! Whoa!

Way too small.

I'll have to throw this one back... into jail.

On behalf of all the endangered species everywhere,

I would like to thank you... Thank you for sharing.

Now excuse me while I make an endangered species out of that crook.

Let's head for the swamp, Gumbo.

Time to do some leapfroggin'!

Come on, now.

You know what happens iffen these city folk catch you.

Hey! Whaa!

Those poor rubes haven't got a chance.

Uh-oh. Yikes!

Well, I don't think anybody will be asking for seconds on punch.

This here big city was s'posed to be easy pickin's.

That's why us bayou bad apples move up here...

To show city folk what bad is all about, right?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. So what happens, first job we pull?

It gets all ruinated by some lowdown crime-fightin' critter

flitterin' around like a Louisiana fruitcake.

Tell you one thing, too.

He better jump back and stay on his side of the swamp...

'cause next time he mess with Jambalaya Jake

be the last time, I garontee.

Somewhere, a swamp fiend and his very large alligator

wait for their chance,

but St. Canard can sleep peacefully,

because Darkwing Duck is watching over them.

No matter what rock they've crawled under,

Darkwing Duck will smoke them out.

The city's on fire!

It's the blaze of the century!

Call the fire department! Call the police!

Call my insurance company!

How about a brownie, DW?

You baked them and you used a recipe, right?

You bet. Got it from the Gulping Gourmet on TV.

'Course, I improvised a little.

Ah.

So, you ready for another?

No thanks, Launchpad. I'm on a liquid diet.

Ooh, little more, Gumbo. Come on, now.

Come on, Gumbo.

This one juicy catfish fixed just the way you like it.

Hmm.

Gumbo!

Gumbo, if I wore shoes,

your hide would be in big trouble right now.

Now quit foolin' around.

Let's get some of that mean green.

Me, oh, my, oh!

This is easier than pickin' a possum's pocket.

You be the alligator bag man.

You? How you track us down?

I guess you swamp rats

never heard of burglar alarms?

I'm taking you in,

if I can find a cell small enough.

Ooh!

Don't worry, DW.

They'll never get past me. Ooh!

Ptooey. Well, at least I saved the cash.

Uh-oh. Somebody didn't pay their electricity bill.

No problem, Launchpad.

Darkwing Duck thrives in the dark.

Darkwing Duck flourishes in the - Oh! Ow! Gaah!

Unfortunately, Darkwing Duck can't see in the dark.

Fortuitously, I have my emergency magno-flame pocket lighter.

You did it, DW. Your lighter turned on the fire sprinklers.

Now, how exactly is that gonna help us see in the dark?

Yee-ha!

Now, that's the straw that broke the bullfrog's back.

Nobody make a fool of Jambalaya Jake once,

let alone the number after once,

whatever it be.

Whoo! Yes, sir, we gonna fix him good.

But we gonna do it Jambalaya Jake style -

by stalkin' and tracki" and settin' a trap!

And then...

Whoo-hoo! Ooh, I feel some big fun

comin' on here, Gumbo.

You know, I wish you'd give these brownies a second chance, DW.

No thanks. Maybe when I'm out of hand grenades.

Burglar alarm!

Hey! Hey! We gonna outsmart that city boy

with one of his own burglary A-larms.

There. That jewelry store.

Shh. We gonna trap that one and use him for bait

to hook the papa crawdaddy.

It's coming from that alley.

The nimble Darkwing - his every sense finely tuned to danger -

turns the corner in pursuit of the pernicious perpetrator, and -

Yeow!

Hey, my brownie!

Well, that's the last jewelry heist

that cat's ever gonna pull.

Woo-ooh! Boy! Ugh.

This here smells worse than beaver innards.

Never mind, Gumbo.

Now we're gonna fetch the cook and bait our trap.

I'll teach you how to follow his scent like a good ol' hound dog.

You gotta hunker down low

so's you don't lose the smell.

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

When Honker and Gosalyn get back from summer camp,

they're gonna love these brownies.

Mmm. If I don't eat 'em all myself.

Ha-ha. Nobody likes these babies as much as yours truly.

Must be time for beddy-bye. I'm hearin' things.

I'll just grab a few of these for a nightcap.

Whoa, I better cut down on the sugar.

Whoa! Oof!

Hoo, boy!

It's time to snag me some crawdad bait.

Hey, what's the big idea?

Hey! Hey!

Son of a gun!

We gonna have some big fun tonight.

Yum.

What's all the commotion about?

Whoa!

Alligator footprints

and pieces of Launchpad's scarf.

Either Launchpad's breaking in a new pair of alligator shoes,

or he's in the clutches of that swamp shrimp.

Help! So much for the alligator-shoe theory.

Hang on, Launchpad!

Aha! Those bayou baddies just made a boo-boo.

That alley's a dead end.

Jambalaya Jake, I demand you hand over Launchpad and give yourself up!

There's no escape from Darkwing...

Duck? Where'd they go?