Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

As a cleverly concocted crime wave crashes over St. Canard,

a drowning police force calls Darkwing Duck

to turn the tide.

And so, armed with an awesome array

of crime-fighting gizmos and - and thingamabobs,

our hero is sure to sift out

even the slightest shred of evidence.

Aha! Fingerprints.

A perfect match.

You might as well confess.

Your fingerprints are all over this place.

B-But I'm the bank's president.

Of course. I knew that.

Well, that's just great.

Whoever took the money didn't leave a single clue behind.

Clue? They didn't even leave the safe behind.

Just like all the other robberies.

It's like the vault just got up and walked away.

What did you say? Well, that's stupid.

Come on, Launchpad. There's nothing more here.

We'd better check on the armored car shipment.

With all the robberies goin' on in town,

money just isn't safe in safes anymore...

which is why old Herb Muddlefoot

is keepin' his money where no crook will ever look.

Oh, I don't remember my daisies here.

The poor dears look parched.

Herb! Hiya, honeybunch.

Whatcha doin' out?

Singing my plants to sleep. They just love soft music.

Uh, what are you doing, dear?

Well, I was just enriching the soil.

Trying to get those darned azaleas to grow, you know.

Oh, good.

You should try some of that Mr. Mulch fertilizer.

It's supposed to make anything grow.

Boy, wouldn't that be nice?

But money doesn't grow on trees.

Oh, we'll never get rich at a penny a weed.

Especially after we pay back my mom

for all the plants you ruined.

Well, this gardening stuff isn't easy.

Those weeds look like flowers, those flowers look like weeds,

and these flowers look like dollar bills.

Honker, scope this out.

Wow.

Do you think it's real?

Real enough for me. It's our very own money tree!

Shh. We gotta keep this a secret.

Come on, let's put it some place safe.

There. Now we can just sit back

and watch our money grow.

What do you think, Honk man?

I say it's harvest time.

Sounds good to me.

Yes!

Boy, this sure beats living on my allowance.

Getting a raise out of Dad takes forever.

Gee, DW, it's takin' forever to catch this crook.

That's why we're gonna set a trap.

I'm willing to risk a considerable amount of my own money,

which I have right here in my... safe.

Looks like they took the bait, all right.

Yeah, the whole 20 bucks.

You were gonna bait the trap with 20 bucks?

Well, that and the family jewels.

And they just don't make rhinestones like that anymore.

OK, OK. We'll buy an electron microscope tomorrow,

but only because the record store ran out of CDs.

Gosalyn!

Where'd you get all this stuff?

And more importantly, how did you pay for it?

Uh... won the lottery?

Don't try to fool me. I'm not a normal father, you know.

Well, call the papers.

Fine, be a hard case,

but a chain is only as strong as its weakest link,

isn't that right, Honker?

Whoa! Uh, uh - I-I - Oof!

OK, that's it. That's final.

I don't care where you got the money,

but these things are going back right now.

But that's not fair. We paid for it.

How?!

Well...

All right, I'll tell ya.

H-He seems so different.

Do you think there's something wrong with him?

Nothing an exorcism won't fix.

1, 3, 5, 9, what I've got is mighty fine.

Yay, money!

I'll take that.

Hey, that's ours.

You're much too young to manage all this money. That's what parents are for.

But, Dad - No need to thank me.

Just run along. I'll take care of everything.

Hey!

Now, let's get serious.

First a bit of fertilizer

to make our assets grow.

Plenty of light to brighten our future.

Don't you think you're overdoin' it a bit there?

Nah. Just makin' sure business keeps blooming.

I guess we better find some place safe to stash all this.

Ow!

Well, of course, of course.

This will all go into a savings account.

Just as soon as I pick up a few odds and ends.

Did you order a pizza?

Gee, I wonder how much of this is for me.

Got a treat for you right here, Gos.

Whoa-ho. Pretty impressive duds there, DW.

Well, one does have to keep up with trends.

It's one of the burdens of my lifestyle.

A key ring?

It's a genuine Gucci-Goo.

It's the absolute trendiest.

I'm underwhelmed.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

it's all part of the lifestyle

of the new Drake Mallard.

Well, Mr. Trendo,

are you dumping the old Darkwing Duck, too?

Gosalyn, perish the thought.

The city has never been safer.

Yes, sir.

Scurry on out and scour the streets of crime, won't you?

Yes, sir.

Darkwing Defenders, Incorporated.

A security franchise available in most metropolitan areas.

Oh, another delivery.

From now on, every day is Christmas.

And how nice. A police escort.

Here. I believe that's COD.

No, it's CIA - caught in the act.

Have ya red-handed.

Your bills have the same serial number

as the phony ones floating all over town.

Watch that. What do you mean phony?

As in you're under arrest for counterfeiting.

But-But you don't understand.

That money was planted.

Right. Planted all over town.

No. No. I mean, I grew it.

I've taken a few security precautions.

There. Now you'll see.

It may not have been printed,

but that money is 100% natural.

Aah!

So that's your money tree, huh?

You've been watching too many cartoons, duck.

"Come on, they're waiti" for you downtown.

My dad's no crook!

Although he does short me on my allowance every chance he gets.

Don't worry, DW. We'll find a way.

We'll help ya!

We'll just lock up this funny money for evidence.

Oh, and I certainly don't want to forget the money tree.

This is real important evidence.

Oh, this really blows.

Kids shouldn't have to cope with such harsh reality.

Yeah, it's rough havin' your dad in jail.

Huh? No, I mean, I can't believe

we've gotta return all this stuff we bought.

But getting Dad out of jail wouldn't hurt, either.

Hey, chase those clouds away.

All we have to do is make DW's bail.

I'll give him my last dime.

Oops. Hee-hee. Guess I spent that, too.

All I've got is my allowance.

Well, that's more than me.

All that's in my piggy bank is some change

and a bunch of that phony money.

That won't do anyone any good.

What's goin' on?

Looks like ol' Piggy Wiggy wants to do the hokey-pokey.

Aah!