Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

This is the desert...

A cruel oven where the sand is the baking dish

and mystery is the casserole.

Gosalyn, quit wasting tape!

It would be nice to have a little left

for our actual vacation.

You don't want to stunt the growth

of a young and up-and-coming filmmaker, do you?

Here's your close-up, Launchpad.

Show us the real you.

Launchpad! Keep your eyes on the road!

This is great! I love the tension, the pathos.

After this I'll be ready for some big-time slasher films.

Then, pow! The megabucks start rolling in.

Sure, sure, sure. That's what you said about your chain of lemonade stands.

It would've worked if Launchpad hadn't drunk the profits.

Hey, I-I-I was thirsty. Building lemonade stands is hard work.

What was that?

I don't know but here it comes again!

Boy, night sure comes on fast in these parts.

Well, here's the best that Cowboy Doug's Dude Ranch

has to offer.

Hope you all like it.

I should do a western. That's classic cinema.

But the idea's gonna need some top spin.

Maybe some chain saw zombies.

Give it a rest, Scorcesi.

The point of a vacation is to relax.

Eee! And you can relax to your heart's content

soon as I fix this bed.

Eah, that thing was tighter than ma's corset ties.

Um, ooo, why-why-why would we need a third bed?

Hmm, beats me, but that's what you ordered.

Sorry. No refunds.

And remember, breakfast at six

Cowpoke aerobics at seven.

Night, y'all.

Excellent. At least we have a TV.

Gosalyn, we're supposed to be getting back to basics.

Dad, it's a black and white set.

How basic can you get?

If I knew you were packing this much

I would have rented a forklift.

Well, it's not mine. We experimental filmmakers travel light.

Well, then, if it's not yours, whose is it?

Launchpad?

Dad! Over here. Hurry!

Gosalyn, we didn't come all the way out here

just to watch sleazy Sci-Fi movies.

Look at those cheap alien suits.

You can almost see the zippers.

And look how Launchpad is overacting.

Launchpad?!

Uh-wuh-wuh...when did he do a movie?

Dad, these are my home videos.

I think I'm beginning to remember.

Keen gear! Real aliens!

Eat your heart out, Spielberg.

I'm gettin' a close-up.

Hey!

Are you crazy?

You don't know what they're after.

To them, we could be the lunch special

at the galactic bar and grill.

No, ah-huh...I think I know these guys.

So, uh, heh-heh, uh, hey...what brings you boys to this neck of the woods?

Yow!

Hey! Come back with my sidekick!

Or at least hold still till I focus.

Hey, watch it now. You're tickling.

Ooo, come back here, you kidnapping cowards!

Looking for a close encounter, uglies?

Well, encounter this.

He must've zapped us with a memory eraser.

That's why we forgot about Launchpad.

Well, they didn't realize they were dealing with Darkwing Duck.

The devoted Darkwing Duck delves into the desert

diehardedly digging for documentation

of his pardner's departing.

Ulp!

Aliens!

Some alien, Dad.

Uh, yeah, well, one never knows

what fiendish form an extraterrestrial might take.

So there.

Boy, Launchpad has all the luck.

I'd make a great specimen.

Why couldn't the aliens abduct me?

Perhaps your reputation precedes you.

Funny.

Hey, look!

I found a clue.

And before you, too.

This isn't a clue. It's just a flashlight.

Ok. Yeah, fine, it could be a clue. Sure. Good.

Wow! Dad, we're about to have our second close encounter.

and I wasn't too happy about the first one.

Stay behind me, Gosalyn. I'll handle this.

How could you misplace the Ablovian atomizer?

Stop! Once we return to Zarlox 5,

I'm going to see you boiled in Crebus Oil

and left out for the Zavacos.

Huh! These guys don't look so tough.

Now find that atomizer.

Hunnh...you see the trouble you've caused.

We'll take our atomizer back now if you don't mind.

Sure. Right after you hand over Launchpad.

Oh, a threat. How typically earthling.

Heeeey!

Put me down!

All right. Special effects.

The atomizer, please.

Thank you.

Fantastic, Dad, but I was switching batteries.

I need a retake.

The memories of these matters shouldn't have worn off.

Perhaps I'll use a more permanent method

of dealing with them.

Hey, hey, Don't worry about it, bleeb.

They're with me.

Haaahhh, as you wish, Launchpad.

Sorry about that, D.W.,

but you know how extraterrestrials get carried away.

Oh, I bet they dissected you into a quadrillion little pieces

then stuck you under a microscope.

Can I see your stitches?

Haw-haw, nothing like that, Gosalyn.

These guys are really nice.

In fact, we're kind of like old friends.

You see, I didn't always love to fly.

In fact, I was afraid of heights.

Of course, uh, heh, that doesn't go over real big with a family of pilots.

So, Dad decided that the only way to cure me

was to take me flying

while he practiced his routine for the air show.

It certainly did teach me one thing...

Always make sure you fasten your seat belt.

I thought I'd eaten my last birthday cake.

But that's when I met Tia.

It was like at first sight.

Heh...in fact, I liked her so much,

that I forgot to be afraid.

To pay her back for teaching me to like flying,

I showed her how to have fun.

Something she didn't get to do much on her planet.

Oh yeah, she, uh, heh, also helped me with my landings.

Ahhh! Aliens!

But first she needed a disguise

to make her look more like an earthling.

Heh-heh, gee, I wish this could go faster, don't you?

Hee hee hee hee!

Ha ha ha ha!

Yep, it was the most fun I've ever had.

Until they came for her.

I was zapped back to my Dad like nothing ever happened.

You're looking a little woozy, son.

Eh, maybe we better go back down.

So why did they come back?

They came for me.

You see, since Tia and I first met,

she's become queen of the galaxy.

Wow!

Nice promotion.

But what's that got to do with you?

Launchpad and Tia are to umpah.

Hey, hey, hey!

You watch your language.

Ha, ha, ha. It's not what you think, D.W.

Tia and I are getting married.

I'll be the new king of the galaxy.

Talk about a credibility gap.

Way to go, Launchpad.

Give me the galactic film rights and I'll cut you in for 15%

of the profits, gross, of course.

Cut the show biz buzz, Gosalyn.

I want to know the real reason she wants to marry Launchpad.

Face it, he's not even a homeowner.

You inferior being!

You dare question the queen's choice?

For that, the punishment is deevolution.

Ha! I've had worse shocks from my living room rug.

Ha! Yourself.

Oh, Dad!