Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

Six burglars, nine car thieves,

21 muggers, 11 kidnappers,

five international terrorists...

And a voodoo king with an army of zombies.

Boy, for such a slow night, I sure am pooped.

Aw, that's the last of the candied corn chips.

What do you say we stop off for a burger or three, DW?

How can you possibly be hungry?

You've been eating all night.

Hey, you burn a lot of calories thwarting evil.

Fine. Lovely.

I bet Tonto never made the Lone Ranger stop for burgers.

Did I just see...? Wasn't there just...? Nah.

Boy, am I one tired champion of righteousness or what?

Don't shoot. The cash is in the register.

Don't let the mask fool you.

I am Darkwing Duck, protector of the innocent, defender of -

You're not a robber?

Correct. I am not a robber.

You're just some weirdo in a mask.

Correct, I am just some weirdo in a mask. Hey!

You gonna order? But I'm...

I'll have two cheese food product burgers with fries, one Hippo shake

and an apple-flavored pie substitute. How about you, DW?

A new sidekick, perhaps?

That's 6.92.

Thank you and have a pleasant evening.

Uh, can you get this one, DW?

My hands are kinda full. Whoa.

Don't wanna spill any artificial additives on my lucky scarf.

Ooh, tasty.

Can I have an extra... burger to go?

Talk about fast food.

Finally, our bleary-eyed bastion of bravery and bravado

heads home to his warm bed,

soft pillow, blue blankie and...

Oh, no!

Where? What is it? Murder? Fire? Alien invaders?

I left my scarf at Hamburger Hippo's.

A crisis of epic proportions.

Wow, business must really be bad.

Looks like they just up and moved.

Don't be ridiculous, Launchpad. It's a crime!

Yeah, you can say that again. This was my favorite place.

Do you realize what this means?

Uh, uh, I need to get a new scarf?

Something bothering you, citizen?

It... They had... I...

Perhaps if you begin at the beginning.

I thought I heard a noise out back.

I went to look, and when I turned around,

the whole place was gone.

Just like that. Poof. Gone!

I see. And did you see who did this?

No one. Nothin'. No one.

Put your worries in the deep fryer.

I'll solve this burger burglary

before your buns cool off.

With the midnight Mallard on the case,

no detail will be overlooked.

Let's see, now.

Whoever heisted the Hippo must be a very shrewd operator.

They didn't leave a thing. If only I could find a clue.

If only I could find my Hippo burger.

How can I sift clues when I'm hungry?

Maybe we're missing something,

something right under... our noses.

My burger! Gee, looks a little rare.

Don't be a booby, Launchpad. It's just ants.

"Well, they're steali" my burger. Gotcha!

Hey, let go! It's mine!

Don't feel so bad, LP.

After all, ants can lift more than ten times their weight.

Big deal. Anybody can lift ten times an ant's weight.

Right.

Well... there's nothing more to be learned here.

"We could learn where those ants are taki" my burger.

Must you get so obsessed with irrelevant trivialities?

Come, Darkwing Duck must disappear...

with the dawn.

What are you trying to do,

lead Darkwing Duck right to me? Ohh!

I invented this headgear so I could talk to you.

But do you listen? Unh-unh. No.

All you ever do is just munch, munch, munch, munch, munch!

Of course you can keep your burger. Ohh!

Yippee!

Onto the truck, double time.

Now, let's hope that Darkwing Ducky doesn't pick up our trail,

'cause we've got lots of shopping to do.

Ohh! How can I choose?

I'm like a kid in a candy store.

It's no use. Ha-ha.

I'll just have to take them all.

Oh, it's all like a beautiful dream.

What a collection I'll have.

Hurry, now, hurry.

It'll be light soon, and we've got to get our new little toys home.

Ohh! Yaah!

Fore!

An easy six iron, wouldn't you say, Honker?

Have I ever told you the story of the little girl,

the golf club and the firing squad?

Now, please, I just want a little sleep.

Did you forget?

I never forget.

But, just out of curiosity,

which of the many things I haven't forgotten are you referring to?

The one where you take me and Honker to Goony Golf.

I was afraid it was that one.

Um, Gosalyn...

You're not trying to weasel out of this one, are you?

Actually, yes. OK, fine.

It's just that I'm so tired. No, it's fine.

We'll just play inside today.

Sometimes being a parent makes crime-fighting seem easy.

Gosalyn!

Honker, we're going!

Yippee! Goony Golf, here we come!

Hey, DW, look at this stuff.

That looks just like the St. Canard Trade Center downtown.

Nothing but a bunch of cheap papier-mâché models.

Yuck.

Greetings, Goony Golfers!

Admission for two adults and two tiny terrorists.

And a hot dog. I'm hungry.

Hey, more ants.

Give me that! Heh-heh. Uh...

Happy golfing!

Boy, what a dumb place to put a water main.

This isn't brain surgery, Honker. Just hit the ball.

I'm afraid the hole's in the opposite dir...

Oof!

Nice shot, Honker.

Thank you, Mr. Mallard.

You look kinda tired, DW.

Why don't you take a little nap

while I show these kids how the pros putt?

No, no, no, that's not - that's not... necessary.

Hamburger Hippo?

Launchpad's scarf. Hmm.

Either I'm dreaming, or this is a job for...

William Drakespeare! Oh, gah...

Wrong costume. Ha. This is no time for poetry.

It's time for... Darkwing Duck!

All right. Who's the joker with the flashbulb?

Boy, they really oughta mow the grass around here.

Now, I wonder where Launchpad went.

I might need some help on this case.

Whoa. Must be the jumbo economy size.

Wow! Some of these miniature golf things look almost real.

OK, fine.

I'm... dreaming. Yes, that's it. Ha!

I'm dreaming, and to prove this, I shall pinch myself.

Ouch!

Nice snail. Pretty snail.

I'm surrounded by giant ants, but that doesn't bother me.

After all, I am the terror that flaps in the night.

I am...

the smallest, weakest thing in the whole place,

and I am also outta here.

Wait a minute. I can't panic.

I'm Darkwing Duck. So what if I'm in a land of...

Giants?

Yike!