DuckTales the Movie: Treasure of the Lost Lamp

-Faster, Launchpad, faster!

- Slower, Launchpad, slower!

Launchpad, is this a stunt

you learned in flight school?

- Flight school?

- You mean you never took flying lessons?

- I took a crash course.

- Now he tells me.

- Nosedive!

- Cool.

Oh, boy, look at that!

There's the dig!

Did they say what they'd found?

Aye. A hidden chamber.

You think it might have the treasure

of Collie Baba and his 40 thieves?

After all this, I'm not getting my hopes up.

We're making our final approach.

Put seat backs

in their upright position.

Just put the plane

in an upright position.

Please remain seated until

the plane has come to a complete stop.

Landing gear down.

Launchpad, look what you've done

to these ancient ruins.

It could have been worse.

It could have been something new.

Hurry, Mr McDuck.

We've found something.

Bless my bagpipes.

An engraving of Collie Baba.

This could well be the treasure chest

of the greatest thief who ever lived.

Let's see.

He stole clothes?

Nothing but old robes.

40 years of searching and I end up

with Collie Baba's dirty laundry.

At least the box is pretty,

Uncle Scrooge.

There's something in this pocket.

The seal of Collie Baba.

It's a map.

Perhaps this dig

is not a lost cause after all.

That's right. A treasure map

written in Collie Baba's own hand.

At last, after all these centuries,

the lamp will be mine again.

Yes!

You will become more powerful than

locomotive, more faster than speedy bull.

You will leap all buildings

in a single town.

And you shall finally be rewarded

for your dubious assistance.

You mean it?

My own mountain of money?

Yes. Now... give it to me.

- Yes... What?

- The map. Give it to me.

The map? That specific map?

Right here, right now?

You didn't steal it?

Too many people. Only one Dijon.

But look what I did steal.

Several billfolds, this dandy pocket watch,

floss, egg-bake nut bar

and two tickets to the feta cheese festival

for you, master.

Maybe you would like the floss?

Did you at least see where the map leads?

Yes, master.

Into the middle of the desert.

- Where the sand burns like a hot kebab.

- But I searched every square inch.

Perhaps this time I'll let Scrooge

do the searching for me.

Smart move, master.

Let him boil out his brains in the sun.

And you shall

accompany him as his guide.

But I have such sensitive skin.

And my brain boils so quickly.

But who needs brains

to be a guide, anyway?

Gee, Mr McD. A plane ride would

have been less turbulent.

According to the map, the cave

of Collie Baba should be right here,

under the gaze of Mount Badude.

- I don't see anything, Uncle Scrooge.

- Not even a mirage.

Maybe we took the wrong turn

at that last sand dune.

Launchpad, Can't you even ride a camel

without crashing it?

It's not my fault.

Humpy here just had a great fall.

He must have hit this lousy rock.

- Ouch! My tootsies.

- It looks like a pint-sized pyramid.

Quackaroonie. It's bigger than it looks.

- I wonder what's inside.

- There's only one way to find out, lads.

Start digging.

If I read these hieroglyphics correctly,

we may have found the entrance.

Look at this.

All right. Let's go.

- Me first.

- After you.

But the camels will be lonesome.

- Think we'll see a mummy?

- My mummy's expecting me.

It's time for my nap.

Careful. Stay close, Webby. No telling

what kind of dangers we may find.

Looks safe to me.

- Check it out.

- Look at that.

It's a Collie Baba booby trap.

What does the Junior Woodchuck

Guide Book say about booby traps?

It says "Stay alert and use your marbles".

- Boy, good thing I brought some.

- There's another one.

- That could have given me a boo-boo.

- Just keep the light ahead of us, guide.

Keep going, Dijon.

Maybe one of the children

might be wanting to hold the torch.

Look out!

Do not be fearing.

Dijon shall trip the trap.

You see?

Is there a doctor in the pyramid?

Gangway. Coming through.

- Jump-start my heart!

- The treasure!

- Race you to the rubies.

- Look at those nuggets.

Come on, Dijon!

Look at all that gold.

Collie Baba, you old dog.

I've finally found it.

Look at this.

- What an eyeful.

- What a mouthful.

- The money, the rubies, the diamonds.

- The lamp!

- Pinch me, I'm in heaven.

- I'll get it.

Uncle Scrooge.

- Sumo-wrestling scorpions.

- Don't worry. We're safe up here.

- Dijon!

- What? I am not touching a thing.

I am clean, innocent,

like a little baby goat.

- Go get the sacks.

- Sacks?

Oh, yes, sacks. Right away.

Anything you say, sir, I do for you.

Where you going to keep

all this treasure?

I won't keep it all, Most of these

artefacts will go to museums.

- That doesn't sound like Uncle Scrooge.

- That way I enjoy a hefty tax break.

That does.

Looky. Looky. A teapot.

Just an old oil lamp.

Hardly worth taking.

May I have it, Uncle Scrooge?

I can use it for my tea set.

- Well...

- Course, this is pretty too.

Here. Don't say your Uncle Scrooge

never gave you anything.

Thanks.

- That's the last of it.

- You think you can carry it, Launchpad?

No problemo.

Don't lose it.

- Thanks, Dijon.

- Here, I can handle it.

Help!

Allow me.

- Who's that guy?

- Just another tour guide.

- Let me light your path.

- I smell a couple of desert rats.

- Uncle Scrooge!

- Hurry!

You thieving dogs! I've spent my life

searching for that treasure.

Poor fool. Too bad you will not live to

know the real treasure you have found.

Farewell.

I knew that weasel's prices

were too good to be true.

What are we gonna do?

- Cut the ropes, lads.

- Hurry, Louie.

Get away! Shoo!

It's turtle time.

Forward, ho!

Reverse, ho!

If you don't stop crashing,

I'll give you the heave-ho.

Do you hear something?

Quick,

let's turn this over and make a boat.

Hurry, Uncle Scrooge.

Here, Webby, you take this.

Come on!

It's here, master. I saw it. Wait till

you see it. You will be pleased as pop.

Well? Where is it?

- I do not understand. It must be here.

- You have it, don't you?

- Where is the lamp?

- They must have it. They must.

Those dirty thieves.

And such sweet children.

I ask you, what is the world coming to?

You let them steal it from you,

you pathetic pickpocket.

Don't worry. I will help get it back.

No trouble, you bet, here I come.

Yes, right behind you.

I mean, don't wait, Dijon is on the way.

Mamma!

I'd sure like to know where this leads.

- I'm not so sure you do.

- Boy, are we in trouble.

Either the water is getting higher

or the roof is getting lower.

What a ride.

Yeah. I wouldn't mind doing it again.

Now that I know you can live through it.

At least we're all OK.

Speak for yourself.

I just lost the treasure of the century.

Here, Uncle Scrooge. You can have this

back if it'll make you feel better.

That's all right, dear.

It took me 40 years to find that treasure

and I plan to get it back,

even if it takes another 40.

Hello?

Merlock?

Scrooge?

Where is everybody?

- They have vanished.

- But how?

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