DuckTales the Movie: Treasure of the Lost Lamp Page #4

Are you all right? What's going on?

Come out, whoever you are.

Wait till Merlock sees this.

He will be so grateful.

I can see my mountain of money now.

Wait. Why give him the lamp?

Because the master wants it so badly.

But with the lamp,

you'll be the big cheese,

the hot falafel,

the most powerful person on earth.

Great master.

Master?

Master Dijon?

I like it. I really like it.

Launchpad!

Get me out of here fast.

- Dull party, Mr McD?

- Go! Now!

Don't plan on landing. I don't have time

for any more disasters.

- Good morning, Scrooge, sir.

- What's going on?

At the urging of my genie,

I have decided to seek my fortune.

I never thought he'd wish for

your fortune, Mr McDuck, I swear.

The lamp?

- Gravy?

- That's right.

I get the loot, you get the boot.

You can't do this. Put me down.

I'm your boss, not that bum.

Take him downtown.

You can forget about

this year's Christmas bonus.

Whose name do you think

is on this... building?

Dijon? It really is his.

Wiped out with a wish.

If I ever get my money back,

I promise I'll never make

another wish for myself again.

There's someone to see you, Mr McDuck.

Lads. Webby.

Uncle Scrooge!

Uncle Scrooge.

Sir, good to see you.

Mr McDuck, I'm so sorry.

There, Mr Beakley. I know.

- We all chipped in to set bail.

- We even emptied our banks.

Don't worry. I'll pay you all back

with cash at the mansion.

- The mansion?

- He hasn't heard.

Heard what?

Mr McDuck, I'm so sorry.

Dijon has everything -

the mansion, the factories.

Even your spat collection, sir.

Mr McDuck!

Our home. Our beautiful home.

There, there. I know, ma'am. I know.

First my Money Bin, now this.

Well, at least we have each other.

Think of poor Genie.

If only there was a way

to sneak in and get back the lamp.

But there's so many alarms.

Aye. Hundreds.

And 1 4,657 ways

to trigger them.

And you know each and every one,

don't you, Uncle Scrooge?

Aye.

And maybe the way to shut 'em off?

Aye.

Come, lads. Something tells me

we should plan a full-scale invasion.

Delicious.

Delicious. Good golly, everything smells

more delicious when you're rich.

- Even me.

- Shouldn't we be bird-watching?

Don't worry about Merlock.

He would not dare to confront

the great and powerful Dijon.

Anyway,

I don't think he knows about me yet.

I've got the Bin at 1 2 o'clock high,

Mr McD. Give or take 1 0 minutes.

Snuggy enough, sir?

All right, lads. Operation Lift the Lamp

is about to commence.

Roger, Uncle Scrooge. Over and out.

See anyone coming,

Commander Beakley?

- I don't think so.

- Then wish us luck.

This is it.

C... A... S... H.

Remember, only step on the white tiles.

- I'm on the roof.

- And we're inside.

Good. All you have to do

is break into the security room.

Don't worry. We're almost there.

That's easy for you to say.

Keep going, Webby.

If you can't get through, no one can.

Attagirl!

There's the alarm panel.

I've got Uncle Scrooge's directions

to keep from getting zapped.

Two steps up the middle.

One step to the right,

three steps forward,

and... five steps...

You'd better get back here.

Good thing you had your hairnet.

- What are we gonna do?

- Use our marbles.

Marbles.

You don't have to worry

about any alarms, Uncle Scrooge.

Good work, lads. I'm going in.

Genie, I've decided on my first

important act as a rich man.

I shall plan a vacation. I wonder

which country I shall be visiting first.

Are you sure it's safe to travel?

Merlock could be close.

Do not worry, Genie, I have planned

to take a small army of bodyguards.

Whoever said that money

can't buy peace of mind

must have had the brains

of a garbanzo bean.

Oh, no!

Give that back, you dirty...

Please, Merlock.

No wishes. I can't take 'em.

Relax. It's going to be

like old times again.

Come on. We gotta help.

My talisman now gives me

unlimited wishes, Scrooge.

- And where are you going?

- Just outside, master.

You and Genie

have so much to catch up on,

I thought you might be wanting

a few minutes alone.

- I know I would.

- Genie.

I wish you would turn this

disloyal swine into something fitting.

Just like old times all right.

And now, Genie, I wish

you would transform this mundane Bin

into a fortress

more worthy of its new owner.

Remember our magnificent old home?

Yeah. Casa de Coo-coo.

My money!

- Come on!

- Wait for me.

Help!

Here, Webby, hold on!

My heavens!

I'm so sorry, Mr McDuck.

And now, Genie,

I wish to return home in my new home.

Will you never stop?

This cannot be happening.

You maniac. Return the Bin before

I stuff that lamp down your throat.

- Bad move.

- You threaten me?

Please, Merlock. He's had a lousy day.

Maybe a hot bath

and a warm glass of milk...

Silence. I wish you would

cast him out of my house.

No!

- I can't.

- Do it.

I have no choice.

I understand.

- Good shot.

- Get it, guys!

Uncle Scrooge!

I'll be back for you.

No!

No!

Laugh at me, will you?

I'll show you.

Give that back, you flea-bitten buzzard!

My talisman!

This time you have to make a wish.

Aye. I wish me and my family and my Bin

were back in Duckburg.

Right now.

Good wishing.

Duckburg never looked so good.

Aye,

but it cannot beat my view, laddies.

Has any heather

ever looked more heavenly?

And you still have the lamp,

Uncle Scrooge.

Aye. And one more wish to go.

You sound like you know what it is.

I'm going to stop all this magic.

Even if I must wish for the lamp

to be buried in the centre of the earth.

- What?

- No! You can't.

- Oh, no!

- But Genie'll be gone for ever.

Aren't we overreacting?

We could... hide him in the vault.

And we'll dress him up like a boy

and keep him in our room.

Just like before.

Genie, get ready to grant my last wish.

And yours too.

What do you mean?

I wish the genie

would turn into a real boy.

Shabooey!

I'm a boy.

I'm a real boy.

Now I can do

all the things real boys do.

Run through fields,

play catch, roll over.

Wait. That's a dog.

Uncle Scrooge. What about the lamp?

Look. Without the genie,

it's wasting away.

How can I ever thank you, master?

I'm not your master any more.

That's right.

Can I call you Uncle Scrooge?

You're a sweet kid.

But don't press your luck.

What do you wanna do

on your first day as a boy?

Let me put it this way -

you'll never catch me, coppers.

Oh, boy! I'm gonna getcha!

Are you coming with us, Uncle?

You go ahead, Webby, dear.

We quadzillionaires

have our own ideas of fun.

- You!

- Scrooge, sir. Oh, good golly,

What a time we have been having.

Yes. I was just now leaving. Goodbye.

- But it's only some loose change.

- I'll change your face, you thief!

Somebody stop those pants.

Life is like a hurricane

Here in Duckburg

Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes

It's a duck blur

Might solve a mystery

Or rewrite history

Ducktales

Woo-oo

Every day they're out there

Making Ducktales

Woo-oo

Tales of derring-do

Bad and good luck tales

D-d-d-danger lurks behind you

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