DuckTales

Here in Duckburg,

life is like a hurricane?

Residents are battening down the hatches

for the worst El Pato storm in decades.

- Hey, Louie! - Ah! What?

Can you give us a hand?

- Yeah, okay. All right, okay. - Huh?

Mr. Chunky's Extra Chunky Chili Chunks.

We could be stuck here for days.

You said we should have plenty of food we won't get sick of.

I said won't get sick from and you know it.

I doubt your mother would approve of the nutritional...

What? Chili cheese dogs put the "hooray" in "hooraycane party."

It's no big deal.

Until we're on day eight of nothing but chili cheese dogs

and we all get scurvy. Again.

Beakley, you gotta let kids be kids. Don't sweat the small stuff.

Is this your parenting strategy

or things you read off a bumper sticker?

Honk if you're a great mom. Honk! Honk!

Nothing, I swear!

Hey, Hue! Why don't you tell everybody

what you're up to in great length?

I'm almost done with my comprehensive report on caveducks.

After months of research, I've written my masterpiece.

This is my chance to get an entry into...

the new edition of the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook.

My brother's gonna be a professional nerd.

We need to bring in all these valuable heirlooms

from the garage before the storm hits.

I'm sorry, valuable?

These are the famous canes of Clan McDuck.

Going all the way back to our very earliest ancestors.

Oh. Sentimental value. Yuck.

Anyway, I've got important, um, stuff to take care of in my room.

- So... hm... - That boy's up to something.

Whoops!

Launchpad, why don't you go and keep an eye on Louie upstairs?

Far away from here.

No problem, Mr. McDee!

Hey, Louie! Wait up!

Louie?

Launchpad, I can explain.

You've got your own tub?! Lucky!

Theme song plays...

*DUCKTALES (2017)* Season 02 Episode 20 Episode Title: "Timephoon"

Step into the future of treasure hunting: the past.

Borrowing Gyro's Time Tub here,

the keen minds at Louie Incorporated can track down

famous lost treasures at the exact moment before they were lost!

Bubba!

Whoa!

No risking time, resources, or, you know, our lives

navigating dangerous temples filled with curses

and booby traps like this poor fellow.

Whoa!

And because these treasures were never found,

taking them doesn't affect the timestream!

Just bwamp to the past, take the artifact...

Whoa!

...and return home a little bit richer.

Time Treasures, a subsidiary of Louie, Inc.:

It's not a crime if it's lost to time. Any questions?

Keeping in mind, again, that it is not a real tub

and cannot be used for bubble baths.

And so the simple caveduck gave way to more advanced...

What was that?

I think I see something out there.

- Let's check it out. - Come back! The storm is starting!

Eh, what are they gonna find out there?

A little rain? Some debris?

Hey, cool! A dead guy!

- A caveduck! - Aw! Hey, little guy!

Ooh! Maybe he was frozen in an iceberg...

And the iceberg melted, and he was washed ashore with the storm!

Frozen in an iceberg. Preposterous.

- It happened to you twice. - Hm.

A real live caveduck!

He could prove my report is accurate to the Junior Woodchuck Council

and guarantee my entry gets in the new guidebook!

- Great! - And possibly disrupt all of time.

Oh. But it's one little caveduck.

Small problems can turn into big problems if not prevented early.

- Step on a butterfly in the past... - Dude!

Why would you step on a butterfly? That's sick, lady. Sick.

- It's a hypothetical situation. - Good. Keep it that way.

Kids, take him to the TV room before the butterfly basher here gets to him.

No, no, I...

We'll deal with these crises in order of importance:

strange storm first, caveduck second.

History is alive!

I made this shelter based on cave paintings from your time.

I couldn't find any mastodon fur so I improvised.

Just like home, huh?

No, you're right.

Cozy blankets are no substitute for mastodon fur.

- Hey! - Mm!

He's got a hat like a person!

Webby! Please, this is serious.

Duckus lopithicus is not a joke!

He doesn't understand your funky fresh ways.

I've reconstructed some rudimentary caveduck language.

Ooh! Ooga! Ah, ah! Oh!

Buh-buh... Bubba! Bubba!

Maybe Bubba is his name! Hi, I'm Wubba!

That's ridiculous. He can't understand modern language, Webby.

I'll offer him some tree bark and leaves as a peace offering.

Mm! Bubba grubba!

Caveducks do not eat cheese dogs!

- They do now! - Man, I am learning so much.

Here, here, here! At least try the bark!

The problem with being this successful

is finding enough closets to hide your loot.

So we're not doing anything wrong because we're finding lost treasures.

But before they were lost. So we're finding found treasures?

Is that stealing?

First of all, those pirates never reclaimed their treasure

and also they were pirates!

Doesn't it just break your heart to think of all this treasure, alone in the ground?

- Unloved? - So it's kinda like we're saving it?

It is exactly like that.

I've planned for every possibility.

There is no way that Time Treasures, a subsidiary of Louie Inc.,

has any side effect whatsoever.

- Whoa! - Stop!

He shouldn't be exposed to wheels for another 10,000 years!

Louie, we've got a new brother! He's a caveduck and his name is Bubba.

- I'm sorry, what's this now? - Wanna hear his theme song?

Whoa!

Whoa!

Bubba flubba?

Ooh, that's good. Lyrical genius, this guy!

Bubba!

Della, clearly you can see there is a problem here.

Kids, if you're gonna let the caveduck skateboard

in the house he should be wearing a helmet.

Problem solved. Good parenting, Della.

Whoa!

Oh! Bubba tubba! Bubba tubba!

- Oh, what does "tubba" mean? - Oh, nothing!

Just caveduck nonsense.

Shut ubba, man! Oh!

If the caveduck is here, are we in the past?

Don't think too about it too hard, okay? It's one little caveduck.

This will have no effect on the timeline. Probably.

- Ahh! - Hey, it's those pirates.

Okay, it might have a tiny effect on the timeline.

The El Pato storm has merged with a terrifying time vortex

that local reporters are calling a "Timephoon."

The Timephoon has unsurprisingly localized itself above McDuck Manor.

For more, we go to our guest weatherman... Benjamin Frankloon?

As history's foremost meteorologist,

what the devil is this box?! Is it stealing my soul?!

Back to you, Roxanne.

We need to find the cause of this Timephoon.

Did anyone touch a cursed artifact?

Or make some kind of improperly worded wish?

Shush. Chrono-protocol suggests that someone

is tampering with the timestream at specific points.

But who? And how?

This could be any of the time shenanigans we've dealt with lately.

- Why assign blame? - Louie's right.

It's not like we haven't faced pirates before.

Each new arrival adds to the rift.

The more contemptible continuumcrashers arrive, the worse the storm gets.

Ah-ha. So you're saying we have to stop these small problems now

so they don't get out of hand and cause big problems later.

I see how you turned this into a lesson on parenting and I am impressed.

Perhaps Gyro has some Time Tech left that will help us identify what's causing this.

Uh, I love where your head's at, Uncle Scrooge!

Oh, too bad we can't go ask him. You know, 'cause of the storm.

Someone stole my Time Tub and destroyed time and space!

Oh, boy.

Ugh, where did he go? Ooh, ooh! Ooga! Ooga!

I don't think he speaks your made-up caveman language.

It may actually be a little offensive.

He is offensive to the field of anthropology!

He doesn't act at all like the caveducks I've researched.

Maybe, and hear me out here, um, your research is wrong?

Don't hurt me!

My research? Wrong? No, no, no, no, no.

The caveduck is wrong. He understands modern language,

has mastered the wheel, enjoys processed meats.

He's far too advanced!