OW!
OK, DUCK, IT'S YOUR SHIFT TO MONITOR ALL COM TRAFFIC.
REAL CRIME FIGHTERS DON'T TAKE SHIFTS.
WE'RE ON DUTY 25/8, 9 DAYS A WEEK,
55 WEEKS A YEAR.
I GUESS REAL CRIME FIGHTERS
DON'T SPEND MUCH TIME IN SCHOOL, EITHER.
HEY.
WHAT A WASTE OF TALENT--
STARING AT A BUNCH OF BLINKING GIZMOS,
AS IF ANYONE KNOWS WHAT THEY MEAN.
WHAT THIS CRIME FIGHTER HERO NEEDS
IS A CRIME FIGHTER HERO SANDWICH.
MMM!
HEY, CHOMPER,
THAT MELON YOU'RE CHOMPIN' ON IS NO MELON.
THAT'S YUMMY.
HEY, IT'S DARK,
AND I'M COVERED IN SLAM SLIME.
HMM!
HERE WE GO
NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL A SNACK.
DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.
YAAH!
Computer: YOU HAVE 26 MESSAGES.
MR. DUCK, MY PWANET'S BEEN INVADED.
I NEED THE HELP OF MY GOOD FWIEND AND TOP KNIGHT.
MR. DUCK, WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!
PWEASE HURRY!
HA! LITTLE EXAGGERATOR.
MR. DUCK, THE FIGHTING HAS GROWN MUCH WORSE!
WHERE ARE YOU?!
UH!
MR. DUCK, I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE
WHY YOU'RE NOT THERE,
AND NOT JUST OFF MAKIN' A SANDWICH.
HEH HEH!
MR. DUCK?
MR. DUCK?!
MR. DUCK! MR. DUCK!
* ROCK 'N' SET, LOONATICS, LET'S JET *
* REV, LEXI, AND TECH *
* SLAM, AND DUCK *
* ROCK 'N' SET, LET'S JET *
* ACE IS COOL AND LEADS THE PACK *
* LASER SWORD STRIKES 'EM BACK *
* WHEN BIG, BAD BOTS SMASH AND ATTACK *
* LEXI'S BRAIN-BLAST MAKES 'EM CRACK *
* QUACKIN' IN, QUACKIN' OUT *
* DUCK WILL MAKE INVADERS SHOUT *
* ACTIVATE, REGENERATE *
* MAGNETIC POWER LEVITATES *
* ROCK 'N' SET, LET'S JET *
* BAM, SLAM *
* TORNADO ZING BLING BAUBLES *
* SET, LET'S JET *
* SUPERSONIC REV HEATS 'EM UP AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT *
* SET, LET'S JET *
* R-R-ROCK 'N' SET, LET'S JET *
* WHOO! POWERS TO PROTECT AND SERVE *
* TONS OF EGO, LOTS OF NERVE *
* NEVER QUESTION, NEVER SWERVE *
* LOONATICS UNLEASHED *
MR. DUCK? MR. DUCK, YOU MUST COME AT ONCE
TO DEFEND MY KINGDOM.
AND BE SURE TO DWESS IN YOUR FULL KNIGHT GEAR!
OH, GEE!
Computer: THAT WAS YOUR LAST MESSAGE.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAVE YOUR MESSAGES?
UH, NOPE.
Ace: DUCK?
YIKES!
UH-HUH.
UH...UH, I WAS GONNA TELL YA.
I JUST DIDN'T WANT TO BORE YOU WITH THE DETAILS.
SANDWICH?
Ace: OK, LOONATICS.
READY, SET, LET'S JET.
NEXT STOP, PLANET BLANC.
I STILL DON'T SEE WHY I NEED TO DRESS
LIKE I'M GOIN' TRICK OR TREATIN'. AAH!
TWEETUMS WANTED YOU TO WEAR YOUR KNIGHT OUTFIT, DUCK.
THERE MUST HAVE BEEN A REASON.
YEAH, BELLY LAUGHS.
EVERY TIME I DEAL WITH CHICKEN NUGGET,
I'M THE ONE WHO WINDS UP NEEDIN' STITCHES.
SO, GUYS, WHAT'S GOIN' DOWN
AT THAT LITTLE SPINNIN' ROCK WE CALL HOME, HUH?
I PLACED ACMETROPOLIS ON CODE RED ALERT.
AND ACTIVATED THE OUTER SHIELDS.
SOUNDS LIKE SOMEONE'S EXPECTING SOMETHING UNEXPECTED.
WE SEEM TO BE GETTING SOME VERY UNUSUAL FLUCTUATIONS
IN THE SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM.
YOU MUST BE AWFULLY PROUD OF THAT DICTIONARY OF YOURS.
HEY!
SIMPLY PUT, SOMETHING ODD IS HAPPENING
TO WORMHOLES ACROSS THE UNIVERSE,
AND I HAVE A FEELING THAT THE KEYBOARD MAN IS BEHIND IT.
WHEN HE STOLE ZODAVIA'S POWERS WITH A COSMIC GUITAR,
LITTLE DID HE KNOW I PUT A TRACKING DEVICE ON IT.
WHICH HAPPENS TO HAVE BEEN MY IDEA,
EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT ONE TO TRY TO GRAB CREDIT,
EVEN WHEN THE CREDIT I'M TRYING NOT TO GRAB
IS MY CREDIT TO GRAB IN THE FIRST PLACE. HM HM!
Tech: AS YOU CAN SEE, IT'S A DIRECT MATCH
TO THE FLUCTUATIONS EMITTING FROM THE BLACK HOLE
THAT WAS LAST KNOWN TO CONTAIN OPTIMATUS.
SO WHAT DOES ALL OF THIS MEAN?
IT'S WHAT I FEARED MOST.
KEYBOARD MAN HAS FOUND OPTIMATUS.
IF THEY JOIN FORCES AND CAPTURE TWEETUMS,
THEY'LL BE UNSTOPPABLE.
OH, WHO DOESN'T LOVE LITTLE TWEETUMS?
THE ROYAL TWEETUMS REIGNS OVER BLANC,
AND BLANC IS NO ORDINARY PLANET.
IT'S THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE,
WHICH MAKES IT THE HUB OF ALL WORMHOLES.
Ace: KINDA LIKE GRAND CENTRAL WORMHOLE.
SO, WHOOP-DI-DO.
IT'S FREEWAY-CLOSE TO OTHER PARTS OF THE GALAXY
I DON'T WANT TO VISIT.
OPTIMATUS COULD USE THE WORMHOLES
TO STRIKE ANYWHERE AT ANY TIME.
BUT TO CONTROL THE WORMHOLES,
HE WOULD FIRST NEED TWEETUMS' ROYAL SCEPTER.
WITHOUT IT, HE'D NEVER FIND HIS WAY OUT.
Ace: PLANET BLANC STRAIGHT AHEAD.
Duck: THE UNHAPPIEST PLACE IN THE GALAXY.
Ace: TIME TO ARMOR UP, CRIME FIGHTERS.
EVIL WAITS FOR NO ONE.
ZODAVIA, WITH TECH AND REV BACK AT HQ,
YOU BETTER HANG HERE
AND MONITOR THEIR COMMUNICATIONS.
REMEMBER, ACE,
THE FATE OF THE UNIVERSE HANGS IN THE BALANCE.
Danger Duck: NO BIGGIE, BOSS LADY.
REMEMBER, YOU GOT A SECRET WEAPON ON YOUR SIDE,
AND THAT WEAPON IS...
DANGER DUCK!
YAH! HA UNH!
HA HA!
UH, JUST THE SAME, WE MAY STILL STAND A CHANCE.
HMM?
LET'S JET!
HEY, DUCK, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ROYAL OUTFIT?
I DON'T WEAR ANYTHING THAT MAKES ME FEEL
THE NEED TO SAY, "TRICK OR TREAT."
WHOA! THE ROYAL NEST IS A ROYAL MESS.
LOOKS LIKE IT'S ALL OVER,
EXCEPT FOR THE FAT LADY SINGIN'.
Danger Duck: OR THE FAT CANARY.
UH-OH, THAT SOUNDS LIKE TROUBLE.
DID I HEAR SOMEONE CALL FOR AN ENCORE, BABY?
UNLESS YOU WANT TO FEEL THE WRATH OF DANGER DUCK'S
CAGE-FREE, CORN-FED EXTRA JUMBO EGGS,
I SUGGEST YOU DROP YOUR WEAPON
AND GIVE ME THE BIRD!
NOTHIN' WOULD GIVE ME MORE PLEASURE.
Optimatus: HA HA HA HA!
SURPRISE, SURPRISE.
IF IT ISN'T MY FAVORITE CRIME-FIGHTING COTTONTAIL.
Ace: HEY, UH, OPTIMATUS,
I GOT A QUESTION FOR YA.
DO YOU GET CABLE WITH THAT EYE THINGY?
YOU'RE AN ANNOYING CREATURE.
YAH!
AAH!
RRAHH!
AAH! OHH!
HMM. THAT CHOO-CHOO LOOKS AWFULLY FAMILIAR.
Deuce: FLOPPY EARS. HA HA HA!
SO, LOOK WHO CRAWLED OUT OF THE OLD WORMHOLE.
WHAT'S UP, DEUCE?
JUST HERE TO SETTLE SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS,
BUNNY RABBIT.
YOU SEEMED PRETTY FINISHED THE LAST TIME WE MET.
IF YOU'RE LOOKIN' TO RELIVE THE PAST,
I'D BE HAPPY TO PLEASE.
GUARDIAN STRIKE SWORD, ATTACK!
DEUCE, COVER ME WHILE I KICK UP THE TEMPO.
I'LL COVER YOU, ALL RIGHT.
NOW, DEUCE!
AAH!
RAHH!
OPTIMATUS, I SAVED YOU.
WHAT ABOUT OUR PARTNERSHIP?
I ALREADY HAVE A PARTNER.
AAH!
THOSE ARE WHAT I CALL CHORDS OF MASS DESTRUCTION.
NOO!
OPTIMATUS HAS ZODAVIA'S POWERS AND DEUCE WORKIN' FOR HIM.
HOW ARE WE EVER GONNA GET OUR ROYAL FLUFFBALL BACK?
IF OPTIMATUS HAD TWEETUMS,
WHAT WAS HE STILL DOING HERE?
I DON'T THINK HE FOUND WHAT HE CAME FOR.
MAYBE TWEETUMS GOT AWAY.
AFTER ALL, THE ROYAL HIGHNESS IS A PRETTY CRAFTY BIRD.
HMM, MAYBE MR. MUZAK HERE
CAN SHED SOME LIGHT ON THINGS.
Deuce: IF WE'RE GONNA CONQUER THE GALAXY,
WE'RE GONNA NEED HELP.
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.
WITH ZODAVIA'S POWERS, YOU SHOULD HAVE NO TROUBLE CARRYING OUT MY PLAN.
SOON YOU WILL HAVE YOUR THRONE, AND THE LOONATICS WILL BE DESTROYED.
HURRY NOW! I WILL KEEP LOOKING
FOR THAT WRETCHED BIRD WHILE YOU'RE GONE.
LISTEN, GUYS, IF I KNEW ANYTHING,
I'D SING LIKE A CANARY
AFTER WHAT THOSE MANGY CATS DID TO ME.
THAT'S NOTHIN' COMPARED TO WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO TO YOU,
LIKE MAKE YOU WEAR LEXI'S SHOES
AND DANCE TO DISCO MUSIC!
UH, DUCK, WE DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE.
JUST THIS LAST TIME?
OK, LIBERACE, TELL US WHAT YOU DO KNOW.
AFTER I STOLE ZADIE'S POWERS,
I HAD MY ONE CHANCE TO MEET THE OPTI-MAN
AND CONVINCE HIM TO LET ME JOIN HIS COURT OF HIPSTERS.
I USED THE GUITAR
TO FUNK MY WAY THROUGH A WORMHOLE
INTO A BLACK HOLE...
WHERE I FOUND THE OPTI-MAN DOIN' THE PRISON SCENE.
I SANG HIM MY MOODY BLUES
ON HOW I BOOSTED MY WAY TO THE PENTHOUSE
AND COULD SET HIM FREE AS A BIRD.
ALL I ASK IS THAT YOU GRANT ME A PLACE ON YOUR COURT.
HA HA. GRANTED.
AND MAKE MY TUNE THE FILENGIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM.
BUT WE ALREADY HAVE A NATIONAL ANTHEM.
COME ON!
ONLY TWO REQUESTS--JUST TWO.
ALL RIGHT, OK.
BUT I WILL NEED YOU TO FIND MY GREATEST GENERAL--
DEUCE.
Keyboard Man: ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS TO FIND THE MAN WITH THE PLAN,
WHO HAD HIS OWN IDEAS ON HOW TO BAG THE WORLD.
Optimatus: DEUCE, THE ROAD TO CONQUERING THE UNIVERSE
RUNS THROUGH PLANET BLANC.
I WANT YOU AT MY SIDE AS WE TRAVEL THAT ROAD.
A ROAD THAT WILL SOON BE PAVED
BY OUR FALLEN ENEMIES.
Keyboard Man: SO I POWER-CHORDED A WORMHOLE
TO THE MERRIE MELODY GALAXY,
AND WE GOT THE DROP ON THE CANARY KING.
OH!
Keyboard Man: DESPITE SCRAMBLIN' ALL HIS EGGS,
TWEETUMS SOMEHOW GOT AWAY.
I NEVER THOUGHT OPTIMATUS WOULD DOUBLE-CROSS ME.
ZODAVIA, COME IN.
WHAT IS IT, ACE?
LOOKS LIKE SOMEBODY INVITED THE DEUCE MAN
TO OUR LITTLE PARTY.
HMM...MY BROTHER HAS BEEN VERY BUSY.
BETTER ALERT TECH AND REV
TOSTEP UP SECURITY AT THE RAIL YARD
JUST IN CASE DEUCE GETS ANY IDEAS
ABOUT CALLIN' UP HIS OLD ROBO ARMY.
I'LL CONTACT THEM IMMEDIATELY.
TIME TO PUT THE PEDAL TO THE METAL
AND BLOW THIS TACO STAND.
WE GOTTA FIND TWEETUMS BEFORE OPTIMATUS. LET'S--
YO, CATS?
WHAT ABOUT ME?
YEAH, I'M AFRAID YOU WERE JUST A ONE-HIT WONDER.
LET'S JET.
TECH, REV, COME IN.
DON'T YOU HATE IT WHEN OLD ENEMIES DROP IN WITHOUT CALLING?
UNH!
AAH! OH!
SWEET DREAMS.
HEY, GUYS, REMEMBER ME?
WELL, IF IT ISN'T SYLTH VESTER,
THE BAD OLD PUDDY TAT.
I'M NOW THE GOLD OLD PUDDY TAT.
I CAN SEE THAT.
NICE SPECIAL EFFECTS.
THO, UH, HOW ABOUT OPENING THE THELL?
SORRY, CATNIP, WE GOTTA BAIL.
WE'VE GOT THE ROYAL FEATHER BALL TO FIND.
OH, I CAN HELP YA FIND FEATHER BALL--
I-I-I MEAN, TWEETUMS.
I'M A NATIVE OF BLANC,
AND I KNOW THIS PLANET LIKE THE BACK OF MY PAW.
HMM. YOU KNOW, WHISKERS DOES HAVE A POINT.
HE COULD PROVE USEFUL AFTER ALL.
SLAM, DO YOUR THING.
RAAHH!
HEY! HE TOOK MY LUNCH.
CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY.
AT LEAST YOU STILL HAVE YOUR FINGERS.
AAH! WHA!
UGH. HUH!
OHH!
HUH?!
HEY, GUYS I THINK I FOUND SOMETHIN'.
BIRDSEED,
TINY BIRD PRINTS,
AND FEATHER DUSTER'S LITTLE YELLOW FEATHER.
IT LOOKS LIKE WE'RE FOLLOWING IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF ROYALTY.
MR. DUCK! OVER HERE!
LOOK! IT'S OLD FAST FOOD.
OOH!
BETTER STOP HERE.
THE TUNNEL'S MOST LIKELY BOOBY-TRAPPED.
HO HO HO!
YOU EXPECT US TO FALL FOR THAT ONE?
YOU WANT TO SLOW US DOWN
SO YOU CAN GRAB BUFFALO WINGS FOR YOURSELF.
AAH! LET GO! HEY!
YOU WERE THAYING?
FOLLOW ME.
MAYBE IT WAS A GOOD IDEA WE BROUGHT SYLTH ALONG.
HEY, WASN'T YOUR COMMUNICATOR THAT WAS TURNED TO FAIRY DUST.
I GOTTA GO WITH DUCKSTER ON THIS ONE.
I DON'T TRUST PUSS IN BOOTS
ANY FURTHER THAN I CAN THROW HIM.
HELLO?
SEEMS WE'VE GOT AN ORION CLASS CRUISER
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCKIN' ON ACMETROPOLIS'S DOOR.
EQUIPPED WITH A QUAD PROPULSION ROCKET BOOSTER,
A CARBON-COATED TITANIUM OUTER HULL,
A KLAZER LASER NAVIGATION GYRATION STABILIZER,
A TECH E. COYOTE HOMING DEVICE,
AND WHY DOES THAT ALL SOUND SO FAMILIAR?
BECAUSE IT'S OUR DRAGON SHIP.
ACE, ZODAVIA, COME IN.
COME IN! I DON'T LIKE IT.
IF IT WERE THEM, THEY WOULD HAVE CONTACTED US BY NOW.
COME ON, REV, WE'D BETTER GET
TO THE RAIL YARD RIGHT AWAY. REV?
HEY, TECH! YOO-HOO!
IT'S DEUCE.
HE MUST HAVE COME FOR HIS ROBOTIC ARMY.
BUT WITHOUT ACE'S SWORD,
THERE'S NO WAY HE CAN ACTIVATE 'EM.
A WELCOMING PARTY.
HOW THOUGHTFUL.
UH, EXCEPT WITH THAT COSMIC GUITAR.
WE CAN'T LET DEUCE GET TO THE CARS.
DISTRACT HIM WITH THE INFINITY MANEUVER
WHILE I TAKE HIM OUT WITH MY NEURON NET IONIZER.
HEH HEH HEH HEH!
Rev: * HA HA HA-HA HA * MISSED ME!
HA HA HA HA HA!
AW, YOU CALL THAT GUITAR PLAYING?
YOU COULDN'T PLAY A RADIO! HA HA!
CATCH ME IF YOU CAN.
WOO-HOO! AH HA HA HA HA!
YEAH, BABY! HA HA HA!
NOW, TECH!
NO!
WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE ONE OF YOUR INVENTIONS WORKED FOR ONCE,
NOT THAT THEY DON'T ALWAYS WORK OR ALWAYS NOT WORK.
BUT I CAN DEFINITELY SAY THIS TIME, WHEN WE NEEDED IT TO WORK...
PERHAPS I'VE SAID ENOUGH.
HA HA HA HA!
I TAWT I TAW A PUDDY TAT!
THAT LINE'S GETTIN' OLD, CHICKEN LITTLE.
I DID! I DID TAW A PUDDY TAT!
OH!
NOW I GOTCHA RIGHT WHERE I WANT YA!
SYLTH VESTER, BACK OFF!
YOU OK THERE, TWEETUMS?
SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT.
IT'S PROBABLY 9 LIVES HERE.
HE GIVES ME THE HEEBIE-JEEBIES, TOO.
NO, IT'S NOT THAT.
IT'S...IT'S...IT'S...
OOH!
GOTCHA! NOW WHERE'S THE SCEPTER, YOU LITTLE WINGED RODENT?
YOU'RE A BAD, BAD MAN,
AND I'LL NEVER TELL YOU!
THEN I WILL KEEP SQUEEZING UNTIL YOU DO!
AGH!
GO AHEAD, BUT YOU'LL BE SOWWY.
OH, HOW CAN ZODAVIA PUT UP WITH THIS--
OHH!
YOU'RE A ROBOT!
I ALSO HAVE A SELF-DESTWUCT MECHANISM.
All: * AIN'T WE SWEET? *
* AIN'T WE SWEET? *
* I ASK YOU VEWY CONFIDENTIALLY, AIN'T WE SWEET? *
I TAWT I TAW A PUDDY TAT!
Sylth Vester: NOT AGAIN!
WE DID! WE DID! WE DID TAW A PUDDY TAT!
THUFFERIN' THUCOTASH!
THERE'S NOTHIN' WORSE THAN A TWEETUMS,
EXCEPT A BIRDBATH FULL OF TWEETUMS.
ACCORDING TO TECH'S BIO-SCANNER,
THESE ARE ALL ROBO-TWEETUMS.
THEY MUST BE DECOYS
TO HELP KEEP THE REAL TWEETUMS SAFE.
HEWWO, MR. DUCK.
YEAH? WHAT DO YOU WANT, ROBO
I AM CARRYING A VEWY IMPORTANT MESSAGE
FROM THE REAL TWEETUMS JUST FOR YOU, MR. DUCK.
WELL, I DON'T GOT ALL DAY. SPIT IT OUT.
OH, GOODY. I SEE YOU FINALLY GOT HERE, MR. DUCK.
BUT NOT TO WORRY.
I'M SAFE, AND WHEN YOU FIND ME,
YOU CAN SCWUB MY WITTLE BACK.
OH, YEAH, I'LL COUNT THE MOMENTS.
SO WHERE IS HIS LITTLE HIGH AND MIGHTY?
SINCE THIS MESSAGE COULD BE INTERCEPTED,
I'VE BEEN PROGWAMMED NOT TO TELL.
THEN HOW WILL WE FIND TWEETUMS?
WELL, I'VE BEEN PROGWAMMED TO GIVE MR. DUCK CWUES.
CLUES?
YES. THE ROYAL TWEETUMS
KNOWS HOW MUCH MR. DUCK WUVS TO PLAY GAMES WITH CWUES.
AND THE HITS JUST KEEP ON COMIN'.
THE JOURNEY WILL TAKE YOU DOWN A TWEACHEROUS PATH
WHERE YOU WILL FACE ALL SORTS OF DANGERS.
JUST WHAT I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO.
SEE? TWEETUMS WAS WIGHT ABOUT YOU.
OBVIOUSLY, YOU WEREN'T PROGRAMMED FOR SARCASM.
NO, I WAS PROGWAMMED TO IGNORE IT.
AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO SELF
ONCE I AWAKEN MY ARMY OF ROBOTS,
I WILL CONQUER ALL WHO STAND IN MY WAY.
RISE!
I COMMAND YOU TO RISE!
SOON, I WILL LEAD THE GREATEST ARMY OF ALL TIME
ON THE GREATEST MISSION--
TO CONQUER THE UNIVERSE!
AH HA HA HA HA HA!
AAH.
ACE? ACE, COME IN!
Ace: WHAT'S UP, TECH?
I'M AFRAID WE'VE GOT BIG TROUBLE.
Rev: YEAH, THE KIND OF TROUBLE THAT CAN END THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT
AND MAKE ALL OF MY FEATHERS STAND ON END,
WHICH IS A PRETTY AMAZING AND DISTURBING SIGHT,
AS YOU CAN SEE.
HA HA HA HA HA!