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FROZEN IN A TIME AND SPACE DIVIDE
BUT HOW WOULD THE UNIVERSE SURVIVE?
DUCK DODGERS OF THE 24th AND 1/2 CENTURY
PROTECTING THE POWERLESS AND THE WEAK
DUCK DODGERS, HE'S FIGHTING TYRANNY
IN THE 24th AND 1/2 CENTURY
- LIEUTENANT O'HARA, HOW'S THAT ORDER COMING?
- I'M AFRAID WE HAVE A PROBLEM, CAPTAIN LONG.
- A PROBLEM?
- IT SEEMS THAT FONG'S IS OUT OF MU SHU CHICKEN.
- SIRENS OF TITAN!
WELL, I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO GO
WITH THE BEEF AND BROCCOLI, THEN.
- AYE, CAPTAIN.
- AND DON'T FORGET TO ORDER
THOSE CRISPY LITTLE NOODLES I LIKE.
PATROLLING THE OUTER BOUNDARY WOULD BE UNBEARABLE
WITHOUT DECENT CHINESE TAKE-OUT.
(BEEPING)
- HMM, THAT'S STRANGE.
- IS IT THE CHINESE FOOD?
DON'T TELL ME FONG'S CHANGED THEIR PACKAGING AGAIN.
- NO, CAPTAIN.
THESE THINGS BROUGHT THEMSELVES ON BOARD,
AND I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THEM.
- SECURITY TEAM TO THE EVAPORATOR ROOM.
- WHAT IS IT?
- (SCREAMING)
- AAH!
(GIGGLING)
- WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?
- UNH! UNH!
(GIGGLING)
- OH, MY.
- (GIGGLING)
- AAH!
OH!
I MUST WARN THE EARTH...
AAH!
(GIGGLING)
- I CLAIM THIS ASTEROID AND ALL ITS MINERAL WEALTH
IN THE NAME OF MARS.
ISN'T THAT LOVELY?
AAH!
- BACK OFF, MARTIAN!
I'M CLAIMING THIS MOON PEBBLE FOR THE EARTH!
- TOO LATE, I SAW IT FIRST.
- OH, YEAH, WELL, EAT PLASMA, SHORTY!
- YAH!
SEE HERE, DODGERS,
THE LANGUAGE IN THE TREATY OF "FINDERS VS. KEEPERS"
IS QUITE CLEAR!
- I...I'M AFRAID HE'S RIGHT, CAPTAIN.
- GIMME THAT THING! HMM.
MAYBE IF I STARE AT THIS PIECE OF PAPER LONG ENOUGH,
PEOPLE WILL THINK I CAN READ.
- I WONDER IF HE'S REALLY EVEN READING THAT TREATY.
- WHO'S H-HE TRYING TO KID?
I...I KNOW HE RETURNED THE...THE READING TAPES
I GAVE HIM L-L-LAST CHRISTMAS.
- I THINK I FOUND A LOOPHOLE.
WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT, JUDGE JUDY?
- I CAN'T ABIDE A SCOFFLAW.
- HOW ABOUT YOU, CADET?
OH, I'VE GOT SOME OINTMENT BACK IN THE SHIP
THAT'LL TAKE CARE OF THAT.
HA HA! SURPRISE JETPACK!
LITTLE BIT HARDER HITTING A MOVING TARGET.
NICE SHOOTING, ANNIE OAKLEY!
- WHOA! - LOOKEE WHAT I FOUND!
A PAIR OF SMELLY OLD SNEAKERS.
- WHOA!
- AND THEY'RE ATTACHED TO A SMELLY OLD MARTIAN.
- NO!
- WHAT'S THE MATTER, MARCIA? AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?
- MY FATHER ONCE DANGLED ME FROM A BALCONY
JUST TO IMPRESS THE PAPARAZZI AND LOOKEY-LOOS.
- AW, POOR LITTLE PIPSQUEAK.
WHOOPS! - WHOA!
- HEH HEH, ALMOST LOST YOU THERE.
- THAT DOES IT, GIVE ME THAT JETPACK!
(GRUNTING)
- SIMMER DOWN, KETTLEHEAD.
- GIVE IT TO ME!
- BOY, YOU REALLY DO HATE HEIGHTS!
- T-THIS IS GONNA END IN DISASTER.
(TOGETHER) HUH?
- AAH!
- YAH!
(BOTH SCREAMING)
- HELP, CADET!
AAH!
- UNH!
- EH...EH...W-W-WHAT'S THAT?
- I BELIEVE WE'VE DISCOVERED
SOME SORT OF UNIDENTIFIED ELEMENT.
- I BET IT'S AN ENCHANTED MAGICAL ROCK.
HEED MY WISHES, MIGHTY STONE,
FOR I AM YOUR NEW MASTER!
(ALL SCREAMING)
(THUD)
- UH, EH, C-CAPTAIN?
UH, BE...BE...THE ROCK DIDN'T LISTEN TO YOU.
(ALARM SOUNDING)
- I DON'T LIKE THE LOOKS OF THIS!
CAPTAIN LONG'S STARSHIP IS DANGEROUSLY CLOSE
TO THE MARTIAN BORDER!
COME IN, PROTECTORATE STARSHIP.
I REPEAT, COME IN.
CAPTAIN LONG, YOUR SHIP IS OFF COURSE
AND DRIFTING INTO MARTIAN TERRITORY.
CAPTAIN LONG?
- (GIGGLING)
- OH, NO.
THE FUDD!
CAPTAIN, IS THERE ANYONE ELSE ON...
OH, THIS IS BAD;
VERY, VERY, VERY BAD!
THIS IS I.Q. HI PLACING AN EMERGENCY CALL
TO THE QUEEN OF MARS!
- ARE YOU AWARE THAT ONE OF YOUR SHIPS
HAS CROSSED INTO MARTIAN TERRITORY?
THAT'S THE SECOND TREATY EARTH HAS BROKEN TODAY!
- I TAKE UMBRAGE AT THAT, YOUR MAJESTY.
EARTH WOULD NEVER KNOWINGLY VIOLATE A TREATY.
- ROLL THE CLIP.
- DODGERS. - SO, FAIR WARNING.
WE'RE COMMANDEERING YOUR SHIP.
- I WOULDN'T DO THAT, YOUR HIGHNESS.
THAT SHIP HAS BEEN INFECTED BY THE FUDD.
- OH, IGNATIUS.
YOU NEVER WERE A GOOD LIAR.
- COMMANDER, WE'VE BEEN CLEARED
TO TAKE CONTROL OF THE PROTECTORATE SHIP.
- LAUNCH THE BOARDING TEAM.
- FOLLOW ME, MEN.
MIGHTIOR OF THE MARTIAN EMPIRE, I...OH, NO!
- (GIGGLING)
- THE FUDD!
RETREAT!
WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!
AAH!
- WE'VE ASCERTAINED THAT ONE OF THE INFECTED SHIPS
IS HEADING FOR EARTH!
- AND THE OTHER FOR MARS.
- WE CAN'T ALLOW THIS THING TO SPREAD.
RECALL ALL UNITS!
- OK, NOW, I'VE GOT YA RIGHT WHERE...
- EXCUSE ME, CAPTAIN DODGERS,
BUT I'VE JUST RECEIVED AN URGENT M-M-MESSAGE FROM EARTH.
- PRETTY LAME TO INTERRUPT A BATTLE...
- AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE FOR YOU, COMMANDER.
- RETURN TO MARS IMMEDIATELY.
FUDD SPREADING RAPIDLY!
- HMM, I WONDER WHAT MINE SAYS.
- (FUDDS GIGGLING)
- LOOKEE THERE, ZEKE! A FALLIN' STAR!
(BOOM)
- LET'S GO SEE WHERE IT DONE FELL, COOTER.
WHAT IN TARNATION?
AAH!
(GIGGLING)
- REPORTS ARE COMING IN FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD:
BEIJING, NEW YORK, RIO DE JANEIRO.
THE WHOLE PLANET IS TURNING...GAH!
(GIGGLING)
(POUNDING)
- BARRICADE THOSE DOORS.
WE'RE EARTH'S LAST HOPE!
WE'VE GOT TO KEEP THEM OUT.
- HI, FELLAS. - HUH?
- HEY, YOU MIGHT WANNA OIL THOSE HINGES.
THAT DOOR'S STICKING A BIT.
HEY, HOW DID YOU GET THROUGH THE FUDD UNAFFECTED?
- I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA.
- BUT NO ONE IS IMMUNE TO...
- (GIGGLING)
- THE FUDD!
NO, NO, STAY AWAY!
NO!
(GIGGLING)
- HEY, DOC, GOT YOUR MESSAGE!
SORRY I'M LATE.
THE STREETS ARE FULL OF CHORTLING LUNATICS.
GLAD TO SEE YOU'RE NOT ANGRY.
HA HA HA!
WOW! I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER SEEN YOU IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD.
YOU'RE USUALLY SO SERIOUS AND CRABBY.
- EH...EH, CAPTAIN DODGERS!
W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- JUST HANGIN' WITH MY BUD DR. I...
B...
CREEPY!
AAH! AAH! HA!
GET HIM OFF OF ME! GET HIM OFF OF ME!
GET AWAY FROM ME!
YOU CREEPY FREAK! NO MEANS NO!
(PANTING)
UGH!
- W-W-WE'VE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE.
EVERYONE'S INFECTED WITH TH-TH-TH-THE FUDD.
- DOUBLE YUCK.
- NO! NO!
GET AWAY FROM ME!
- (GIGGLING)
- MOMMY!
- I'VE SCANNED EVERY CONTINENT,
AND WE SEEM TO BE THE ONLY T-T-TWO EARTHLINGS
UNAFFECTED BY THE FUDD.
- ARE YOU SURE? I'M LOOKING A LITTLE PUKEY.
- W-W-WE'RE FINE, CAPTAIN.
I...I...I ONLY WISH I KNEW WHY.
- AS DO I.
FOR MARS HAS ALSO FALLEN TO THE FUDD!
- MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST ZAP THOSE LOSERS WITH THAT MAGICAL ROCK!
- MUST YOU ALWAYS BE SO STUPID?
- HE MIGHT BE ONTO SOMETHING.
P-P-P-PERHAPS THAT STRANGE RADIATION EH-R-R-RENDERED US
SOME SORT OF IMMUNITY.
- YEAH. YEAH! WHO'S STUPID NOW, STUPID?
- THEN THE 3 OF US SHOULD BAND TOGETHER,
SAVE OUR PLANETS,
AND PUT AN END TO THIS MINDLESS MENACE!
- AND NOW, IF WE STRIKE THE MINERAL STONE
AT PRECISELY THE SAME ANGLE...
- THE IMMUNITY RADIATION WILL BE RELEASED
AND CAPTURED IN THIS JAR!
- SOUNDS SIMPLE ENOUGH.
- THEN BEGIN THE PROCEDURE!
- OH, FUDD. ER, FUDGE.
- EH...EH...THAT DIDN'T WORK.
- TRY TO HIT IT HARDER!
- I HEAR, AND I OBEY.
- I-I-IT'S WORKING!
- ACTIVATING THE IMMUNITY JAR.
NOW WE MAY BE ABLE TO STRIKE DOWN THE MOTHER FUDD
AND FREE OUR PEOPLE!
- WE? OUR? OH, NO, YOU DON'T.
WE'RE ON OPPOSITE SIDES.
- BUT DON'T YOU SEE?
WE'LL HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER.
WE'LL HAVE TO FORM A TEAM!
- T-T-TEAMWORK IS THE ONLY WAY!
- HMM. A TEAM, YES.
BUT MORE THAN A TEAM, A FAMILY!
I'LL BE THE DADDY, YOU CAN BE THE MOMMY,
AND YOU CAN BE THE BABY...
ONE BIG, HAPPY FAMILY UNIT!
- UH, HOW ABOUT WE START WITH THE TEAM AND SEE HOW THAT GOES?
- W-W-W-WHY IS CAPTAIN DODGERS ALWAYS TRYING TO GET ME
INTO A D-D-D-DIAPER?
- THERE SHE IS...
THE MOTHER FUDD'S SHIP.
SO, ARE YOU READY, FAMILY?
- I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO BE A TEAM.
- RIGHT. THEN, FAMILY IT IS.
- (VOICES CHANTING INDISTINCTLY)
- NOW TO FIND THE MOTHER FUDD.
- I'M READY! - M-M-ME TOO.
OH, MY.
- (CHANTING)
- IT'S THE MOTHER FUDD!
- KIND OF REMINDS ME
OF THE MACY'S THANKSGIVING PARADE, YOU KNOW?
JUST ADD A COUPLE OF BATON TWIRLERS,
AND YOU'VE GOT A TIMELESS CLASSIC.
WE'VE GOT TO GET CLOSER.
- I'VE GOT AN IDEA.
- ARE YOU SURE THIS WILL WORK?
- I...I'VE SEEN IT WORK BEFORE.
- OH, YEAH? WHERE?
- T-T-THE WIZARD OF OZ.
- WHO'S THAT? - UM...
HE WAS ONE OF OUR GREATEST MILITARY TACTICIANS.
YOU KNOW, IF EVER A WIZ A WIZ THERE WAS?
NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. THIS IS A TRIBUTE, PEOPLE.
- (MANIACAL LAUGHTER)
FELLOW FUDDS!
WE STAND ON THE BRINK OF OUR GREATEST VICTORY.
THE ENTIRE SOLAR SYSTEM WILL SOON BE UNDER OUR CONTROL.
- I WISH I HAD A NICKEL FOR EVERY TIME
I HEARD AN EVIL TYRANT DESPOT SAY THAT.
- NOW, WITH THE COMBINED FORCES OF EARTH AND MARS,
WE WILL FINALLY BE ABLE TO...
INVADE THE SUN!
- HE'S CRAZY AND STUPID.
- THE SIGNAL TO BEGIN THE INVASION OF THE SUN
IS ALREADY BEING BROADCAST TO OUR BRETHREN ON EARTH AND MARS
BY THIS POWERFUL BEACON!
- INVADE THE SUN!
- INVADE THE SUN!
- INVADE THE SUN!
- ONE SOLAR SYSTEM UNDER FUDD!
- (GIGGLING)
- I'VE GOT AN IDEA, BUT WE MUST HURRY!
WE'LL ATTACH THE IMMUNITY JAR TO THIS BEACON
AND ADMINISTER THE ANTIDOTE TO OUR PLANETS.
ONE OF US MUST CLIMB TO THE TOP OF THIS TOWER
TO ACHIEVE PERFECT TRIANGULATION,
AND THE OTHERS MUST FIND THE MAIN CONTROL
AND BOOST THE POWER OF THE SIGNAL.
- W-W-WE CAN DO THAT,
BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO CLIMB THE TOWER
AND ATTACH THE IMMUNITY JAR.
- BUT I'M...I'M... I'M SCARED OF HEIGHTS!
- NOW, LISTEN HERE, BUSTER!
THE FUDD HAS GOT US DOWN. WE'RE IN A TIGHT SPOT!
AND THINGS LOOK BLEAK FOR OUR SIDE.
IT'S THE BOTTOM OF THE NINTH, AND IT'S ALL UP TO YOU!
SO YOU'RE GOING TO CLAMBER UP THAT RICKETY LADDER
TO YONDER HEIGHTS,
AND YOU'RE GONNA BE SCARED,
PLENTY SCARED.
BUT YOU'RE GONNA DO IT FOR THE GIPPER!
- FOR THE GIPPER!
WHO'S THE GIPPER?
- HA HA HA!
HUH? INTERLOPERS!
- NOW, TO FIND THOSE CONTROLS!
- HA HA HA!
FEEL THE WRATH OF MY GIANT HEAD, YOU NASTY INTERLOPERS!
- AAH! HEY, WATCH IT, MOYEL!
THAT WAS A NEAR BRIS!
- (LAUGHING)
YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM THE MOTHER FUDD!
- NOW, IT'LL TAKE SOME FANCY FOOTWORK
TO STALL OLD CHROME-DOME.
- ? COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE ?
- ALLEY-OOP!
- YOU'RE MAKING MOTHER ANGRY!
- NOW TO FIND THOSE CONTROLS!
- ALMOST THERE.
I'VE MADE IT!
OH, DEAR.
- WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
MAKE A NEST AND ROOST UP THERE?
- NO. AS A MATTER OF FACT, I'M HERE TO...
D-D-DANCE.
- (GRUNTING)
YOUR BUCK-AND-WING IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!
- THE CONTROLS!
- CURSE THESE RIDICULOUSLY SHORT ARMS!
- I MADE IT.
- NOW, TO BOOST THE POWER.
HUH?
OH, NO! WORDS!
- IF I CAN'T GRAB YOU, I'LL CRUSH YOU!
- N-N-NOW, THAT SOUNDS LIKE OVERCOMPENSATION.
- HA HA HA!
BYE-BYE, PIGGY!
- W-W-WHAT WOULD GENE KELLY DO IN A PINCH LIKE THIS?
- HA HA HA!
OOF!
- G-G-GOTTA DANCE!
AAH!
- NOW, TO ATTACH THE IMMUNITY JAR.
ALMOST GOT IT.
- A-A-AY CARAMBA.
MI CABEZA ES MUY SCRAMBLED.
C-C-CAPTAIN DODGERS, WHERE ARE YOU?
- I'M RIGHT HERE, BOYO.
- D-D-DID YOU BOOST THE POWER?
- WELL, NOT EXACTLY.
- HURRY, CAPTAIN, HURRY!
- WELL, BUT I CAN'T. I...THE INSTRUCTIONS ARE...
I CAN'T READ.
- OH, CAPTAIN,
WHY DID YOU RETURN THOSE R-R-READING TAPES?
- WELL, AFTER I LEARNED ALL THE SONGS,
I THOUGHT I'D RETURN THEM FOR A CHEESE GRATER.
- YOU LEARNED THE SONGS?
- YEAH. THEY'RE PRETTY CATCHY.
- ? EACH LETTER OF THE ALPHABET IS YOUR FRIEND ?
- ? THEY ALL MAKE FUNNY NOISES THAT FORM WORDS IN THE END ?
- IF YOU KNOW ALL 26 VERSES, YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO READ!
J-J-JUST SOUND THEM OUT!
- HMM.
P-UT. PUT!
TH-E. THE!
- Y-Y-YOU'RE DOING GOOD, CAPTAIN!
L-E-V-ER.
LEVER!
I CAN! - HE CAN!
- I CAN...
READ!
- THERE!
THE IMMUNITY RADIATION IS BEING FED
INTO THE BEACON.
THE REST IS UP TO YOU, DODGERS!
- TO INCREASE POWER,
USE SEQUENTIAL BUTTONS TO OVERRIDE
NUCLEAR POWER LIMITERS.
- HURRY, CAPTAIN! W-WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!
(BOOM)
- YOU'VE ALREADY RUN OUT OF TIME!
HA HA HA!
- AND NOW, PUT THE LEVER IN THE "ON" POSITION.
- ALL PROTECTORATE CAPTAINS BEGIN THE INVASION OF THE SUN.
- AHEM.
THAT THING ABOUT INVADING THE SUN...
LET'S FORGET ABOUT THAT.
- INVASION OF THE SUN CANCELED.
- (GIGGLING)
UGH! THEY ACTUALLY DID IT!
- (GIGGLING)
(MOANING)
- ZEKE, I THINK OUR BODIES WAS JUST POSSESSED
BY A MYSTERIOUS ALIEN LIFE FORM!
- WHOO!
IT WAS EITHER THAT OR SOME WICKED SWAMP GAS, COOTER.
- (GIGGLING)
- BOB, ANY IDEA WHY WE'RE WEARING MATCHING OUTFITS?
- HOORAY! IT WORKED!
- NOW I'VE GOT YOU, YOU WASCALLY WARTHOG!
HA HA HA!
HUH?
- W-W-WHOA!
- AAH!
SHOULDN'T I BE HUNTING WABBITS?
(GIGGLING)
- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
WE ARE ASSEMBLED HERE TO HONOR
THE SAVIORS OF BOTH EARTH AND MARS,
WITHOUT WHOM OUR PEOPLE WOULD BE DESTROYED.
- (CHEERING)
- W-W-WELL, I GUESS WE LEARNED SOME V-V-VALUABLE LESSONS TODAY
ABOUT CONQUERING OUR FEARS
AND THE VALUE OF A P-P-P-PROPER EDUCATION.
- THAT'S RIGHT, KIDS!
STAY IN SCHOOL, DON'T SASS YOUR ELDERS,
AND ALWAYS COLOR WITHIN THE LINES,
BECAUSE IF YOU'RE GOOD AND LUCKY,
YOU'LL GROW UP TO BE JUST LIKE ME.
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