DuckTales the Movie: Treasure of the Lost Lamp Page #2

With the lamp, you fool.

And you will help me get it back,

or their sting will seem like

a tickle compared with mine.

- Duckburg Daily News on line one, sir.

- For what?

I believe they want to ask

what happened with the treasure.

None of your business.

Whenever I get my mind off the treasure,

the press presses me about it again.

- I have some news to cheer you up.

- What's that?

You've finally received your invitation

to the Archaeological Society ball.

I cannot face those old fossils again.

Every year I tell them

"I'll find Collie Baba's treasure."

And every year

I come back empty-handed.

But you did have it for a little while.

- Does everyone have to remind me?

- Sorry.

I can't work, Mrs Featherby.

I'm going home.

- But what about your lunch?

- Sell it.

- Here's the polish, Webbigail.

- Thanks, Grammy.

As soon as I'm done polishing my teapot,

we can have a tea party with my dollies.

- Thanks for the warning.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

But I've been summoned

to pick up Mr McDuck.

Apparently, he's having

another one of his chipper days.

- Oh, dear.

- Maybe we'd better play outside today.

- Hey.

- What?

It shook.

- See?

- Quackaroonie!

Well, there's nothing in it.

What is it, a Mexican jumping lamp?

Wonder of wonders!

I'm free at last.

Shabooey!

- It's a genie, isn't it?

- It's not the tooth fairy.

What the...?

Who are you? Where's Collie Baba?

Did Rome fall yet?

We rubbed the lamp.

We're sorry if we did anything bad.

My new masters.

I am eternally grateful.

Finally, there's room to stretch.

My foot's been asleep for six centuries.

Cool kasbah.

Mind if I look around?

Cold food closet.

Where do you hang the chicken?

- Don't tell me. A rug beater?

- Egg beater.

Yes, I see.

Back, you foul eggs. Back I say.

Shabooey, it's alive!

Wait! Come back!

- Where'd he go?

- What do you know?

Las Vegas must be some place

if Caesar moved his palace there.

- What are you doing?

- Catching up on the 20th century.

You read the whole encyclopaedia?

From cover to cover to cover to cover to...

What's this? A baseball? A bowling ball?

Cinderella's ball?

No, it's a globe of the earth.

Get back.

The earth isn't flat?

I must have missed that part.

He has been in that lamp a long time.

- I gotta check this out.

- Wait a second.

- What about our wishes?

- Wishes?

- Do I look like a birthday cake?

- Come on, you can't fool us.

- A genie's supposed to grant wishes.

- Yeah, three wishes for every master.

- Darn. Everybody remembers that part.

- How does it work?

- How does it work?

- OK!

First you have to hold the lamp.

Then say "l wish."

- Yeah?

- Then wish for something.

That's all?

Jeepers. It's even user-friendly.

I know the first wish.

I'm going to wish for a million wishes.

Get serious. That never works.

I guess one of us oughta wish for

peace and happiness all over the world.

- These are wishes, not miracles.

- What if we wish for a pet?

- That's more like it.

- I know what I've always wanted.

I wish for a baby elephant.

Oh, no! Please.

Shabooey!

- Now look what you've gone and done.

- What's wrong? She's cute.

And big. Big wishes spell big trouble.

The bigger the wish, the bigger the trouble.

He's right. One look at that and

Uncle Scrooge'll want to know what's up.

Everyone who sees it will,

and they'll all be fighting over me,

and the wishes'll get out of control and

I'll be buried for another 1,000 years.

Ah, jeepers. I hadn't thought of that.

So, please, make small wishes.

- It's our nanny.

- Hurry. Hide the elephant.

Like where?

Shabooey! I'm in trouble already.

We all are.

Elephant! Pink! Hurry!

Down, girl! Please!

Here, Louie, you wish Pinky away.

I'm not wasting one of my wishes.

You do it.

- No way.

- Will somebody do something?

Here.

I wish Webby never made her stupid wish.

Let's get outta here

before anybody sees Genie.

In here, Mr McDuck.

It's gone.

Mrs Beakley, is this a ploy

to get some vacation time?

It was here. Honest.

An elephant wearing a big pink bow.

You think I'm crazy, don't you?

Maybe not.

- I think he saw us.

- Quick. Get back in the lamp.

Not the lamp.

The dog house, a madhouse,

even a house of pancakes.

- Anywhere but the lamp.

- In here.

Hello, Uncle Scrooge.

Hello, Uncle Scrooge.

Don't you "hello" me. What kind of trick

are you kids playing on Mrs Beakley?

- Who, us?

- Tricks?

- Never.

- Not us, Uncle Scrooge.

Then what's going on?

- Nothing.

- Not much. Nope, not a thing.

What was that?

- The crash in the closet?

- We didn't hear it.

Give me five. Get down,

get bad, get real, get a haircut.

- Who is this?

- G... Er... Gene.

Yeah, G.

- You're new around here?

- Kinda. I pop up every now and then.

He just came over to visit.

For the night.

The night? You mean, sleep over?

- Yeah. Can he?

- Please.

We'll be good Junior Woodchucks.

- Woodchuck's promise.

- Ditto.

All right. But stay out of trouble.

I'm in no mood for mischief.

We're flying now!

- What else should we wish for?

- I'd like a small steamboat.

Sure. You want that

with or without an ocean?

- A little much?

- Just a tad.

I know. I wish for the world's biggest

ice cream sundae.

But not too big.

Ice cream sundae, come on down.

Gotta watch out for that wind shear.

- I'm starving.

- That's cos it's getting late.

Betcha Uncle Scrooge'll wonder

why we missed dinner.

Maybe we should go now.

Nah.

Oh, dear. No sign of them yet.

Should I call the police?

Aye, to hold me back

when those rascals finally get home.

They'll be grounded for a month.

No video games,

no television and no more friends...

-..spending the night.

- We're back.

Children, I think your uncle

has something to say to you.

Aye. Welcome home.

Can I get you and Gene anything?

Cookies? Milk? Ice cream?

- No, thanks. We're kind of full.

- And sleepy.

That's because it's past your bedtime.

Scoot along, my wee ones.

Good night, Uncle Scrooge.

- Nighty-night.

- Sleep tight.

That's telling them, sir.

So this is how it feels

to be one of the guys.

- It's all I've ever wished for.

- How many wishes do we have left?

- Just my last one. And Webby's.

- We'd better make sure they're special.

It's him!

Hide me! Hurry! Chase him away!

But it's just an old owl.

- An owl?

- He comes around here every night.

I thought it was my meanest master,

the one Collie Baba stole the lamp from.

- Your master was a bird?

- He could change into anything.

- He's an evil sorcerer.

- But he can't still be alive.

- He'd be ancient.

- Yeah. Older than Uncle Scrooge even.

Except his first wish

was to live for ever.

Good wisher.

No.

Bad wisher. You don't know.

He made me do the worst things.

Like what?

D'you ever hear of Atlantis?

It was everybody's favourite resort

until Merlock couldn't get reservations.

Then down she went. And poor Pompeii.

Mount Vesuvius would have never blown

its top if Merlock hadn't blown his.

But what are you worried about?

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