03x13 - Escape from the ImpossiBin!

[bunniefuu]

FOWL, the Fiendish Organization
for World Larceny, is back.

Long thought to have been
eliminated by agents of SHUSH,

they've risen again,
led by a devious traitor.

[Scrooge] Bradford Buzzard.

The head of my
Board of Directors

and my most trusted
business partner

was surreptitiously spying

like a sanctimonious
snake of secrecy,

sinisterly slithering
his slimy...

FOWL's next betrayal could come
from anywhere or anyone.

These are our top suspects.

- Huh?
- Dewibolical.

[Scrooge] I have secured the bin

with the most devious
defense system known to man.

I need you, the two most
cunning individuals I know,

to spot any weaknesses.

All right,
but only becausel love the money...

I mean, you.

[sips]

We have to be ready
for another sneak att*ck.

But with Webby's help,
I will train this family

to become the best-prepared
defense team of all time.

We will be armed

for every eventuality.

Prepared for any possibility.

- So, what say you?
- So, what say you?

[all] Yeah!

[squawking]

The traitor is probably
not Donald.

♪ Life is like A hurricane ♪

♪ Here in Duckburg ♪

♪ Racecars, lasers Airplanes ♪

♪ It's a duck blur

♪ Might solve a mystery

♪ Or rewrite history

♪ Duck Tales, whoo-ooh

♪ Every day they're out there
Making Duck Tales, whoo-ooh ♪

♪ Tales of derring-do
Bad and good-luck tales ♪

♪ Whoo-ooh

♪ D-D-Danger lurks behind you

♪ There's a stranger
Out to find you ♪

♪ What to do?

♪ Just grab on
To some Duck Tales, whoo-ooh ♪

♪ Every day they're out there
Making Duck Tales, whoo-ooh ♪

♪ Tales of daring bad And good ♪

♪ Not pony tales
Or cotton tales ♪

♪ No, Duck Tales, whoo-ooh

[Della] Traps, huh? No problem.
Where are they?

Here? No.

Here? Nada.

Here? Here?

Oh.

[grunts]

Please don't waste those.

Each room of the bin
has its own unique traps

designed by Duckburg's most
dementedly dangerous minds:

Gyro, Quackfaster.

Is it weird that the most
"dementedly dangerous minds"

are all friends of ours?

I'll set the system
to test mode.

You two will try to b*at
each of my defenses.

And if you make it outside
without being driven

to the brink of madness,
I'll buy lunch.

He really does not expect us
to make it.

Behold, the ImpossiBin.

[computer]
ImpossiBin now in test mode.

Well, that sounds ominous.

Bradford won't best me again.

So where do we start?

We'll start simple,

with the Hallways
of Hidden Horror!

Oh, boy.

[metal dragging]

So Beakley wants us to be ready
for a fight, huh?

Well, get a load of this.

This... this...

Come on! You know what?

I don't want to terrify the
enemy this early in the game.

Strategy. What are you doing?

There has to be something
in here about FOWL,

or Bradford, or how they tie

to the Missing Mysteries
of Isabella Finch.

Right. When was the last time
a book solved a problem?

The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook
has the answer to everything.

Well, we're the Duck family,
and we are ready for anything.

Now, pass the toast.

- Boom!
- Aah!

[gasps]

[panting]

Excellent, Webby.
I see you've already started.

FOWL can strike anywhere, at any time.

For your training today,

Webby will pretendto be a FOWL agent.

She will launch an attackon both of you

when you least suspect it.

At any time? Any place?

But how can we prepare for that?

In the meantime, Donald and I

will secure the rest
of the mansion.

Training starts now.

Ooh, this'll be fun.

[whispering]
I am Webby, bringer of death.

- [elevator dings]-So,
what do we got? A minotaur?

Lava? Snakes made of spiders?

I'm ready to be impressed.

[gasps]

[saws buzzing]

Aw, saw blades?

I mean, the purpleis a weird touch,

but otherwise this is pretty
standard.

Bless me bagpipes, you're right.

Oh, I've wasted my hard-earned
money on standard,

easy-to-avoid traps.

Ooh, well,
maybe I should do this!

Wait, where didthe saws go?

And why can I still hear them?

[saw buzzes]

The Gearloose Ultraviolet
Ultra-Violent Bulb.

It emits a special
violet-colored light

that make anything purple
completely invisible.

Including the saws.

Now this is a challenge!

You got this, Mom.

- Aah!
- Uh-uh.

- We got this.
- [saws buzzing]

The suit of armor?
No. Predictable.

Hidden doorway
behind the candlestick?

Meh. Cliché.

- Aah!
- [grunting]

Dewey, that ridiculous sword
isn't going to save us.

Clearheaded logic is.

I'm trying to figure out

possible points of att*ck
for Webby.

Webby? Where? Hyah!

Well, she's not hiding inthat vase, so...

- [chuckles]
- A well-trained Woodchuck

prepares for any att*ck.

She could be anywhere.

Ha! Gotcha, Web... Huh?

[Webby] Did you enjoy
my Scherenschnitte?

The ancient art
of German paper cutting?

- Aah!
- Aah!

[sighs] Very clever.

You may have
fooled us this time,

but you won't fool us again...
Aah!

I've also been working
on throwing my voice.

- Aah!
- Aah!

Oh, and by the way,
this isn't the att*ck.

Nice sword.

[yelps]

[saws buzzing]

- [whimpering]
- Pep me.

[buzzing]

It seems you might just be
a tad bit doomed, you oafs.

- [cackles]
- This is hard enough.

Do you have to insult us?

Yes, yes, yes.

Making you feel bad
is all part of the trap.

Another Pep.

That was the last one. Sorry.

Trying to survivemakes me thirsty.

Okay, plan B.

I can't see the saw blades,

but if I can use my robot leg
to find them...

[screams and laughs]

This is so cool!

[saws buzzing]

[gasps]

And I'm stuck.

Yes. If you lot can't work
your way through here,

then FOWL doesn't
stand a chance.

Right, I'll just enter my
password, shut the system down.

[beeps]

Uh, well, that's odd.

I must have got a number wrong.

You're the oldest man
in the world.

How is your password not "1234"?

I am the only person on Earth

that knows thispassword.

[computerized voice]
Password incorrect.

You are now locked out
of the system.

We're what now?

Oh, it's nothing.

It just means that I no longer
have the ability

to turn the security system off,

and all communications
are blocked

until the system is shut down.

So you're saying...

We cannot call for help.

If we want to get out
of my bin alive...

We'll have to survive
the ImpossiBin for real.

Okay, no big deal.

We're trapped in a room
filled with invisible saws,

but I've been in worse spots.

I mean, I escaped the moon.
Granted, that took years.

You have to admit, I've really
done us in this time.

Stop sounding proud of that.

Ugh. Stupid Gyro's
stupid BulbTech.

[whirs]

Wait. BulbTech.

Whenever Gyro's Bulbs get mad,

they always turn red
and try to k*ll us.

But they never do,
because they're so glitchy.

[buzzing and whirring]

When it's red,
we can see the saws.

Gyro allowed a flawinto my system?

I paid millions for this
wilty-watted waste.

That's it, Uncle Scrooge.
We have to keep insulting.

I've heard of dim bulbs before,

but you've got to be the
biggestburnout I've ever seen!

[saws buzzing]

Another classic Gyro failure,

along with his weird
tiny glasses,

and his dumb tiny hat,
and his complete inability

to perform even the basic
functions required

to pass for a human being.

Wow, Mom, you had that Gyro
insult locked and loaded, huh?

A man makes you chew
black licorice for a decade,

you come up with some insults.

Uh, Mrs. B? A word?

While I really appreciate
you training us, so fun,

it's a bit hard to focus when
anattack could happen at any time.

That's the point
of the exercise.

- We need to be prepared.
- But I am prepared.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Wait, this is a secret chamber
underneath the house

that I never knew about
until just now?

I see.

New information. No problem.

Old Huey's great at rolling
with the punches.

We know nothing!

Whoa, Huey, calm down.

It'll be fine.

I know Webby's really good,

but I've just come
up with the perfect plan.

She can't find us
if we're not us.

Hey, take it easy.

I know this is scary,

but I also know I've never met
anyone smarter than you.

We're the Duck Boys.
We'll be ready.

Hey, Huey. Hey, me.

Wait, what?

[whimpering]

Also, I've perfected the art
of impersonation.

[in Dewey's voice]
Boom! Dew-pleganger.

Oh, and this still
isn't the att*ck.

[whimpers]

[Della, Scrooge and Louie
screaming]

Whew! We finally got out
of that time loop room.

Whew! We finally got
out of thattime loop room.

- Whew! We finally...
- Snap out of it, Mom!

Okay, what do we have next?

We've made it to the archives.

Quackfaster designed this room.

She kept her plans a secret,
even from me.

But if I know Quackfaster,

we should be prepared for
something manically mystical

at any moment.

I was sure something
would have happened by now...

Oh!

What the...? Hmm.

Ah! Quackfaster, you genius.

Look around the room, kids.

The tiles.

Ancient Rosa Runes.

They change your field
of gravity.

Oh, I'd like to see FOWL
deal with this.

That would involve us
surviving this.

How do we get you down?

Huh!

I may need a wee bit of help.

Don't worry. I got this.

Wait, Mom, that rune
is pointing...

Whoa!

Yeah, I'm going
to need help too.

There, lad, look.
That's the master rune.

If we touch that, all our gravities

should return to normal.

We just need a way to reach it.

Atta-lad.

One, two, three, jump.

Steady now, lad. Steady.

- [gasps]
- [Louie] Ready, Mom?

[all scream]

We're alive. We did it.

Oh! Lousy, ineffective
death trap.

That is a good thing!

[Huey]
I can't take this anymore.

Just att*ck us, already!

This is no way to live.

Wait. Live. That's it.

I get it. This must all be a lesson

on how we can't live in fear.

That doesn't seem like
a Beakley lesson.

That's what makes it so clever.

She fooled us.

Ha! There was never
going to be an att*ck.

- This is the att*ck.
- [gasps]

[both scream]

Whoa!

[sighs] Finally. It's over.

Oh! Whoa!

Ow. No, no, no.

How can I be ready
when I can't trust what I know?

Betrayal lurks
behind every corner.

It's game over!

- [knee cracks]
- Ow!

Huey?

- Let me see.
- [whimpers]

Well, done, Webby.
You've cornered your target.

As for the boys, they've proven
themselves unprepared.

Now, incapacitate him.

Granny, this doesn't feel right.

Look what this training
is doing to us.

Well, mainly them.

FOWL is coming. We could lose everything.

But we're family.

If you won't train him, I will.

Huey, defend yourself.

No.

All right, then.

If you want to train this way,

let's do this.

This is excitingand horrifying.

[elevator dings]

[monster roaring]

Well, kids, the bad news is,

we've almost defeatedall my traps.

Almost? You mean there's more?

[sighs] I never thought
I'd hear myself saying this,

but isn't the money safe enough?

Not yet. One final perfect trap.

It uses all of the best
defenseswe've seen thus far,

combined with the fighting
techniques

of the greatest warriorof the past century.

Curse me kilts.

You spent my futureinheritance

on a robot of yourself?

Of course.
Though I have to admit,

I thought it would look
a bit more impressive

considering what I paid.

[chugging]

Curse me kilts.

Ah, now that's better.

So this robot was designed

after your greatest warrior?

- That's right.
- Sure you can't think

of anyone else
you could have used?

Maybe a tough,
professional adventurer

who's never lost a fight?

You mean Donald?

What? Why you no-good,
rassafrassin'...

[grunts]

Knew that would get her.

[Della] Let me at him!

[grunts]

- He's gone ultraviolet!
- This is going to be a bummer.

- [blow lands]
- [grunts]

Louie, look out.

You had another can of Pep
this whole time?

It's Cherry Pep.

Do you know how hard it is
to find Cherry Pep?

Aah! Lad!

[electricity crackling]

Aah! Whoa! Stupid Rosa Runes.

[grunts]

[machinery powering down]

- [both] Yes!
- [Scrooge] No!

Uncle Scrooge?

We b*at it. We b*at the robot.

Yeah, and we survived.

Be happy.

If we can b*at it,
so can Bradford.

And then he'll b*at us.

Please. You're Scrooge McDuck.

And what if that's not
enough this time?

Bradford knows everything
about me.

My business. My weaknesses.

[Bradford]
Your security passwords.

Greetings, Scrooge. Others.

- Bradford?
- My associate, Agent Dee,

has hacked into your system.

I assumed your password was
a number known only to you:

The total sum
of all your wealth.

What do you want,
you sour-pussed scavenger?

If I told you that,

I wouldn't be a very effective
shadowy nemesis.

Oh, and I'm afraid
I'll be leaving the company.

Consider this
my two weeks' notice.

[all scream]

[grunts]

- Excellent kick.
- I learned from the best.

But you still struggle
withplanting yourself firmly, I see.

Okay, I'll admit,
this isthe coolest fight I've ever had,

but maybe we should
stop for now.

Not until you're ready for FOWL.

Webby, up here.

Whose sword's stupid now?

I've never seen her
push me like this before.

Something's wrong. Ah!

[both scream]

Why did we thinkthis would work?

Aah!

Mrs. B, this has gone too far.

We have to keep them safe.

But not like this.

She's my granddaughter.

I'll determine
what's best for her.

We must be ready to fight.

[Webby grunts]

Ah!

Granny!

[Donald grunting]

We won't get strongerby
attacking the people we love.

But FOWL...

We're not FOWL.We're family.

The one thing we know for sure
is that we trust each other.

Right?

Webby, I... I...

[phone beeping]

We need to get to the Bin. Now.

[all scream]

This would be
much more efficient

if you simply give up now.

Never, you curmudgeonly carrion!

Come on, Scrooge!
You can b*at this!

I... I don't think I can, lass.
It can do everything I can do.

There's something we can do
no robot ever could.

Hey, you worthless Bulb Bot.

Why don't you pick on someone

significantly smaller than you?

[steam whistles]

Agent Dee,

the robot appears
to be getting angry.

I can't control it anymore.

And it's definitely too dumb

to get me inside
of all this money.

[gasps]

[Scroogebot] Curse me kilts.

[grunting]

[electricity crackling]

Lad, how did you knowto do that?

Because of half the crazy stuff
we survived today.

And, you know,
the past few years.

Yeah, the only reason we were
able to b*at all these traps

is because
we're basically amazing.

We're the Duck family.

FOWL may have all kinds
of crazytricks up their sleeves,

but we know how to adventure
better than anyone.

And we earned
that knowledge square.

You know what? You're right.

If we stick together,
there's nothing we can't...

[Beakley] We have a situation.

Haven't you checked your phone?

No. Our communications
were blocked.

Did I miss anything important?

[Goldie, on phone] Scrooge,
you double-crossing cad.

Did you take
the Fountain of Youth?

Because we had agreed
to keep it a secret,

but when I went back to steal
itagain myself, it was gone.

The Harp of Mervanawas just, like,

stolen by theseegghead guys.

And our positive vibes
did, like, nothing.

[Darkwing]
Some bruiser with a steel beak,

didn't catch his name,
stole the Solego Circuit plans.

Hi, Scrooge.
It's me, Gene the genie.

Someone is stealing me.

It was a distraction.

While we were trapped
inside the Bin...

FOWL stole every Missing
Mysterywe've found so far.

But why?

We're done playing defensively.

If FOWL wants the rest
of those artifacts,

they'll have to contend
with the greatest family

of adventurers and treasure
hunters of all time.

So the race is on.

And they're not ready for us.

Not even close.

[grunts]

Okay.

[all grunt]