Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

It's impossible! Incredible!

Ta-da!

Absolutely unbelievable!

Remember, Dad, you said I could have whatever toy I wanted if I cleaned my room?

Uh, yes, but I never thought it would actually happen.

ordering one Megablasting mutants of death video game. sign here!

I'm very proud of you, Gosalyn.

Aah! No, Dad, don't!

Ahh, don't what, honey? Whaaa!

Ahh, you cleaned your room, hah?

Uh... of course I may have missed a few spots.

There will be no mutants, Megablasting or otherwise,

until this room is clean.

It was worth a try.

Ohhh, didn't I just do this a year or two ago?

Gosalyn's room!

Something terrible is happening!

We gotta save her.

How are we gonna, you know, get dangerous?

No need, Launchpad.

Gosalyn is just cleaning her room.

It's worse than I thought.

She's been brainwashed.

Ya-ha-ha ha-ha-ha!

Make my day, Lintball.

Ammonia pine... when clean isn't enough. Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Yecch! Time for this baby to suck suds.

Will you stop that, Ammonia?

Huh-huh...stop!

F.O.W.L. high command.

I thought you were smudges.

Oh, dear.

Listen up, Pine. Due to a slight F.O.W.L. cash-flow deficiency,

you are hereby ordered to implement Emergency Extortion Plan 23C.

23C!

23C! Oh, goody!

I'm so... I wonder what it is.

Ahem.

Because of the importance of E.E.P. 23C,

you'll be working with a partner.

Wait. Wait. Now hold it!

I work alone.

Not anymore you don't, honey.

Oh, no!

They couldn't. They wouldn't.

They didn't!

They sure did, you overgrown wetmop.

Ample grime!

Is it really you?

Well, it ain't the department of sanitation.

Sister!

Yecch!

Your gunk dirtied up my uniform.

Your uniform cleaned off my gunk.

There. That wasn't so hard.

Come in.

Oops.

Sorry.

Ohh...

That's okay, Honk.

You can make it up to me by taking out the garbage.

You mean all this?

No, silly. I'm keepin' this.

I meant that.

Wow. You oughta consider recycling some of this stuff.

Never! This stuff has real sentimental value.

Like, this was my first ever can of koo koo kola.

A real collectible.

Well, okay, Gos,

but recycling centers do pay fairly well.

Money? Why didn't you say so?

Drink up, Honker!

We only need $48.23 to buy Megablasters.

Oh, so that's plan 23C.

Actually, I think it's pistachio.

Do you mind? I'm trying to keep this place clean.

How does this thing work anyway?

First, my super gunk-a-matic spray does its thing.

Then the fun's over.

You mean the fun begins.

A simple flip of a switch and bingo!

The clean machine extractor beam

sucks up every cent in St. Canard!

Ha ha ha!

I can't wait to build it!

You? I'm just itchin' to get at it.

Last one at the rubber factory is a dirty bird!

Ha-ha-ha-ha! I'm gonna get you for that one.

And stop making such a mess!

Come on, Honk, what's the problem?

We've got 20 cases to go.

Gross!

I wonder if I can do that?

Never mind where are the koo koo kola is, L.P.

That's my Darkwing remote alarm terminal.

My new and improved state-of-the-art D.R.A.T.

will pinpoint any crime in St. Canard.

Aha! According to this readout,

there is definitely a break-in at the rubber works...

Or at the mousetrap factory.

Th-th-that's impossible.

Okay, okay, okay. So it still has a few bugs in it.

Oh, I can't believe

we're finally working together.

Oh, I believe it.

Yecch!

You couldn't be more disgusting!

Wanna bet?

Yeeooww!

Boy, you're no fun at all.

Not you. Th-th-that!

I am the Terror that Flaps in the Night.

I am the raspberry seed you can't floss out.

I knew we shouldn't have gone to the mousetrap factory first.

Time to wrap it up, Darkmeat Duck.

Oh, no.

Leftovers again.

Now it's grime time.

My cape!

You'll get my cleaning bill, you walking tar pit!

Hey, watch what you call my sister.

Sister? Sister?

Can't you see the family resemblance?

Families that pull the crime together,

do the time together.

Allow me, sis.

Sic 'em, boys!

Ooh, anything but little black dots.

Did you really think you could stop me with...

What are they?

Just my pet lice.

A little to the left. Harder!

I just can't figure it.

Why would anyone steal two giant hoses?

They'll siphon off St. Canard's oil supply.

No motive.

I hear they're going to spew toxic waste into the reservoir?

No profit.

They're going to drink every bottle of soda in St. Canard?

No... deposit.

Well, how 'bout this? They're gonna create

an army of giant bloodthirsty hose monsters.

Hmm... been done.

How's the recycling goin', kids?

The exchange rate on trash is a little lower than I expected,

and we're out of stuff to recycle

Hey, Dad, do you mind if I recycle some junky old things of yours?

Sure, honey. Now, where were we?

Oh, okay. Uh, uh...they're building a giant machine

to...to glue everyone in St. Canard to the ground,

uh, yeah...while they turn a vacuum on them to rob them blind.

Nah! Too predictable.

The Ratcatcher?

Your Dad'll have a fit.

Drat! It's the D.R.A.T.

What's going on? Where is everything?

KRYM... all crime, all the time.

This just in...

A break-in on the museum of really expensive things.

Okay, let's get dangerous!

Where's the statue?

Now I know something's going on.

Uh, what was your first clue, D.W.?

What the devil is going on around here?

Uh, elves? Or possibly really large mice?

Never mind.

To the Quackcycle!

Right! To the... Quackcycle?

Oh.

This Quackcycle.

Really, Ample. You have no respect for beauty.

Who sez?

I am the Terror that Flaps in the Night.

I am the squeaky brakes that stick... oh, nuts.

Gee, I guess the Quackcycle doesn't have brakes.

I noticed.

Suck gas, evildoers!

"One recycled gas gun."

What citizenship, D.W.

Recycling your only gas gun.

It's not me, it's Gosalyn!

She's recycling everything.

I'm gonna have to have a talk with that girl.

Well, charades are over.

Now let's play clean up! Ho-ho!

What a team!

Eww! Gross!