Darkwing Duck

3, 2, 1!

Let's get dangerous.

Darkwing, Darkwing... Duck!

Look out!

Let's get dangerous.

Hey, this isn't my school.

Excellent deduction, Gosalyn.

I'm stopping to deliver this top-secret package.

To a garage?

It only looks like a garage. It's really a SHUSH lab.

Oh, right. Camouflage.

Well, what do you know?

This is where my old school used to be.

And right over there was my house.

Hey, I thought you said you had to walk 12 miles to school.

Just get back in the car. I've got a delivery to make.

Or rather, Darkwing Duck has a delivery to make.

Now wait there, and don't get into any trouble.

Really, what kind of person does he think I am?

Need I remind you about the time with the floor wax

and the peanut butter and my VCR? That was an accident.

Just stay put.

Oh, big deal.

So it's a top-secret lab full of totally cool spy stuff.

Does that mean I'm gonna let curiosity get the better of me?

You bet.

I am the Terror that Flaps in the...Night!

Ah, Darkwing, old boy.

Hello, J. Gander.

I believe you know Sarah Bellum here.

She is just demonstrating a remarkable new device.

It gives the appearance of an ordinary stuffed bear,

but it's capable of firing over a hundred poison darts

with pinpoint accuracy.

We hope to have it ready in time for the holidays.

Whoa. With this stuff, even I could ace the science fair.

Keen gear!

No doubt this insignificant-looking package I brought you

contains some mysterious secret

vital to the safety of the free world. Ha-ha.

Greatest Polka Hits?

You needed a superhero to guard oompahs?

They're not just ordinary oompahs.

Uh-oh. Better hide.

You see, the tape actually contains

encoded programming information

for my latest top-secret invention.

Behold! The world's first time machine.

Wow. It's just what I always thought

a time machine would look like.

That's the refrigerator.

This is the time machine.

The golf cart?

The oompahs operate its time-control mechanism.

Does it really work?

Well, it hasn't been tested yet.

And what do these do?

Careful there, Darkwing. That's SHUSH property!

Yaah-ha-ha-haah!

Oh, what do you know. It works.

Whoa, time travel!

Gosalyn, didn't I tell you to wait in the car? And miss this?

Whoa!

Weird-o-rama!

Something tells me we're not in St. Canard anymore.

Check it out! A Tyrannosaurus!

Yaah!

Great. Now where are we?

I'd say we're in prehistoric times.

I don't believe it. This is my old school.

Hey, I think I know that kid.

Ooh! Lamont.

Ha-ha. What's the matter, Drakey?

Aw, did I mush your little comic book?

"Drakey"? That little geek is you?

No, it can't be.

Come on, Drakey.

My bi-i-ig brother's got a gig for us, man.

Ohh, b-but it might be dangerous.

Ow!

Ow. Ow. Ow... Hey, he can't do that to me.

Whoa! Dad, don't you watch any time-travel movies?

You can't butt into the past.

It'll change the future, and we're the future.

Scary thought, huh?

Aw, you're right. Uh, besides, you'll see.

Drakey's not in any real trouble.

It's probably just a clever trick, yeah, to fool everyone

into thinking that he's - well, a - A wimp?

I am no-Drakey's no wimp.

Come on. I'll prove it.

Lamont, please. No more noogies.

Hey, Boxcar.

You're late. The King is gonna be here any second.

He's not the real King.

My bi-i-ig brother.

They must have gone into one of these stores.

And I think I have an idea which one.

Wow! Look at all this money.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Freeze, evildoers,

or face the wrath of Darkwing - Ahh!

Are you crazy?

You use your gas gun on them,

who knows what could happen to us in the future?

I had a feeling I wasn't going to like time travel.

Um... ahem.

Ha-ha. J-Just go on about your business.

Pretend you never saw us.

Whoa. Yeah, that's one way-out cat.

Guess things aren't always how you remember them, huh, Dad?

I can't believe it, Gos. Me, a common criminal.

Take it easy, Dad.

You weren't a common criminal.

You were a really geeky one.

OK, we're back. Now stay out of sight

until I can distract Dr. Bellum and Director Hooter.

Huh. The-The place looks... different.

They must have dusted while we were gone.

Trouble, Bellum?

It's a coolant problem, Hooter.

Ah! Director Hooter, Dr. Bellum,

boy, am I glad to see... you.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, I get it.

You're working undercover, right?

Well, I brought you back your time machine.

Uh, time machine?

Uh, gotta tell ya,

those disguises would look a lot better

if you'd lose those stupid wigs.

Ow!

Oops.

Look, creep, unless you want a knuckle sandwich,

take your time machine and get out of here. Oof!

Maybe I'd better come back some other time?

The King of St. Canard.

The what of where?

This is all getting very strange.

Uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh, un-huh-huh-huh.

Him? What's he doing here?

What are you doing here?

Here she is, Your Coolness.

Yuck! You look even geekier than before.

B-But it can't be.

Hey, look what we found.

Well, the King's sorry to bust in on you like this,

but y'all are late with your taxes.

But we paid you everything we had yesterday.

Well, that was yesterday,

and yesterday's gone, gone, gone.

My, my. Ha-ha.

The King is sorry about that. Uh-huh-huh. Uh-huh-huh.

Uh-huh-huh.

Yeah, Lamont, baby,

"it's time to get a whole lotta shaki" goin' on.

I am the Terror that Flaps in the Night.

I am the cloud that rains on your hit parade.

Ow! Ow!

I am Darkwing Duck!

Hey, nice act.

Why don't you take it on the road?

Hey, what are you doin'?

Take this off of me. Why don't you get...?

Let me outta here!

Uh, say, whatcha gonna do to him, big brother?

Well, I thought I'd give our little show-stopper an overhaul. Ha-ha.

But that looks d-dangerous.

Yeah? You worry too much about what's dangerous, Drakey baby.