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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 IS FIGHTING TYRANNY

IN THE 24th AND 1/2 CENTURY

- EARTH HAS OFFICIALLY SURPASSED MARS

AS THE DOMINANT TECHNOLOGICAL FORCE

IN THE GALAXY,

THANKS TO THIS, PERHAPS OUR GREATEST TRIUMPH.

- IT SURE IS OUR GREATEST TRIUMPH.

WHAT IS IT AGAIN?

- IT'S A R-ROCKET, CAPTAIN.

- NOT JUST A ROCKET, CADET.

THIS ONE RUNS ON THE SAME FUEL WE DO...AIR.

- T-THAT'S WHAT WE BREATHE, CAPTAIN.

- OH.

- W-WHAT ABOUT ASTHMAS 1 THROUGH 12?

- BUT WE'RE CERTAIN NOTHING WILL GO WRONG

WITH LUCKY 13.

THAT'S WHY WE NEED A BRAVE, FULLY INSURED TEST PILOT.

WHAT DO YOU SAY, DODGERS?

- WILL I GET TO BE ON TV?

- ONLY IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG.

- I'M IN.

- NOW, IF ANYTHING MALFUNCTIONS, HIT THE KILL SWITCH.

THAT'S THE BIG RED BUTTON MARKED "KILL SWITCH."

- CHIEF, RELAX. I'M A CAPTAIN.

I FLY SPACESHIPS FOR A LIVING.

AAH!

OH, PAINFUL LIMBS!

AAH! NA NA NA!

UHH!

- DUCK DODGERS...CAPTAIN.

A DUCK BARELY ALIVE.

GENTLEMEN, WE CAN REBUILD HIM.

WE HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY.

WE HAVE THE CAPABILITY

TO MAKE THE WORLD'S FIRST CYBORGANIC DUCK.

DUCK DODGERS WILL BE THAT DUCK,

BETTER THAN HE WAS BEFORE.

BETTER, STRONGER, FASTER.

- AAH!

- WELL, STRONGER AND FASTER, ANYWAY.

AH, DODGERS. GOOD. YOU'RE AWAKE.

HOW DO YOU FEEL?

- YIPE!

- LISTEN TO ME, DODGERS.

WE HAD TO TAKE SOME BOLD STEPS TO SAVE YOU.

- BOLD STEPS?

YOU TURNED ME INTO A CYBORG!

- WELL, TECHNICALLY, YES.

- AAH! MY LEGS, TOO?

I'M A FREAK!

- TEMPORARILY, BUT WHILE YOU HEAL,

THESE CYBORGANIC SHELLS,

WHICH ARE THE PEAK OF CYBORGANIC TECHNOLOGY,

WILL ENABLE YOU TO DO EVERYTHING YOU DID BEFORE

AND MORE.

- REALLY?

AWESOME!

- HEY! AAH!

- DODGERS, THOSE CYBORGANICS AREN'T TOYS.

THEY COST 6 WAZILLION DOLLARS.

- IS THAT A LOT?

- IT'S SO MUCH MONEY,

WE ACTUALLY HAD TO MAKE UP A NUMBER,

THEN MULTIPLY IT BY 6 JUST TO COUNT IT.

- DON'T SWEAT IT. I'LL BE CAREFUL.

- AS COMFORTING AS THAT IS,

I'M ASSIGNING YOU A CYBORGANIC MENTOR.

HE'S A RETIRED LIEUTENANT COLONEL

AND WAS THE FIRST MAN TO RECEIVE CYBORGANIC IMPLANTS.

HIS NAME IS STEVE BOSTON.

YOU PROBABLY KNOW HIM AS THE CYBORGANIC MAN.

- HMM, DOESN'T RING A BELL.

- WELL, HE'S WAITING DOWNSTAIRS.

- C-CAN WE TAKE THE ELEVATOR?

- NOPE. - AAH!

- THERE WAS ALREADY A HOLE IN THE FLOOR.

WHY MAKE ANOTHER?

(LOUD BANGING)

- IT'S LIKE I'M INVINCIBLE.

- T-THAT MAKES ONE OF US.

- YOU DODGERS?

- AND THEN SOME, SIR.

- HERE. THAT'LL HIDE YOUR CYBORGANICS,

AND IT'LL WITHSTAND EVERYTHING FROM NAPALM TO GRAPE JUICE.

- OOH. POLYESTER.

NOT TOO SHABBY, EH, CADET?

- Y-YEAH. UM, D-DO I GET ONE OF THOSE?

- THAT DEPENDS. ARE YOU CYBORGANIC?

- UH, NO.

- WELL, THEN, THERE'S YOUR ANSWER.

I'M AFRAID THEY'RE DESIGNED FOR CYBORGANIC USE ONLY, CADET.

- YEAH, CADET. BACK OFF.

- LET'S HEAD OUT.

- YEAH, CADET. LET'S HEAD OUT.

UH, NO OFFENSE, SIR, BUT...

- CALL ME STEVE.

- REALLY? OK.

STEVE. THAT'S COOL.

STEVE. STEVE.

STEEEVE.

- STOP CALLING ME STEVE.

- RIGHT. ANYWAY, STEVE,

I'M SURE YOU HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN THIS.

I MEAN, CYBORG TO CYBORG,

WE BOTH KNOW I DON'T NEED A BABY-SITTER.

- YEAH, I KNOW. - YOU DO?

- SURE. TO BE HONEST, I'M NOT HERE FOR YOU.

I'M HERE FOR ME.

- WHY? ARE YOU SICK?

- NO. I'M BORED.

I RETIRED BECAUSE I NEED A BREAK.

NOW I NEED A BREAK FROM MY BREAK.

I WANT SOME ACTION.

- HATE TO SAY IT, STEVE,

BUT THERE'S NOT MUCH ACTION AT A HOSPITAL.

(SIREN)

- YOU'RE RIGHT.

EVER BEEN TO INDIANAPOLIS?

- W-WHAT'S IN INDIANAPOLIS?

G-GUYS!

- AND HERE THEY COME INTO THE FINAL LAP

OF THE JET CAR 5000.

DODGERS AND BOSTON HAVE TIED FOR FIRST PLACE.

ODD! GOOD!

- W-WE WON. AAH!

T-THEY WON.

- I'VE COME BACK THROUGH TIME TO ANNIHILATIONATE YOU...

AND GOLF.

- HA HA HA!

THEY SURE DON'T MAKE US LIKE THEY USED TO, EH, STEVE?

- I CAN'T SEE A THING.

- ON OUR LEFT IS THE GRAND CANYON,

AND ON OUR RIGHT, YOU'LL SEE A MAN AND A DUCK

STANDING ON THE WING.

- AW, N-NUTS.

- THAT WILL BE $79, SIR.

- THE LATEST SPY SATELLITE PHOTOS FROM EARTH, SIR.

- I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

ANOTHER CYBORGANIC BREAKTHROUGH FOR EARTH.

THEY'RE BUILDING A BETTER TOMORROW,

AND WE CAN'T EVEN BUILD A BETTER STEREO.

PERHAPS WE NEED A BIGGER SECRET UNDERGROUND LAB.

- IT'S NOT THE LAB.

- THEN WE NEED MORE RESEARCH MONEY.

6 WAZILLION DOLLARS SHOULD DO IT.

- FIRST, THAT'S NOT A REAL NUMBER.

SECOND, WHY COMPETE WITH EARTH?

THEY'RE DOING ALL THE WORK FOR US.

- OF COURSE.

WHY MAKE CYBORGANICS WHEN WE CAN SIMPLY TAKE THEIRS?

HEY, MAYBE THAT'D WORK FOR OUR STEREOS, TOO.

HEH HEH HEH. UHH.

- HEADS UP, STEVE.

HERE COMES THE FOOTBALL...

STADIUM.

- ANOTHER COOL PASS BY THE DUCK, BERT,

BUT HOW LONG CAN HE KEEP THIS UP?

- FORGET THE DUCK, FRANK.

WORRY ABOUT THE STADIUM.

IT'S NEVER FACED THIS KIND

OF SPECTACULAR, RELENTLESS PASSING ATTACK.

- S-STILL DON'T SEE WHY I CAN'T PLAY.

- WE GOT SOME MARTIAN SHIPS INCOMING.

- OH, YEAH. MUST BE TWO DOZEN EASY.

- IT'S AN INVASION.

WE NEED TO WARN I.Q. AND S-SCRAMBLE THE FLEET!

- HEH HEH HEH.

NO. THEY'RE STILL A FEW MILLION MILES AWAY.

PLENTY OF TIME.

- YEAH, CADET.

PLUS, STEVE AND I

CAN HANDLE A FEW MARTIANS BY OURSELVES.

NOW, WHO WANTS A HOT DOG?

- BUT THE MARTIANS ARE COMING.

- YEAH, YEAH. HOT DOGS FIRST, MARTIANS LATER.

- B-BUT...B-BUT... OH, FINE,

B-BUT I'M NOT BUYING.

- PROFESSOR, I THINK A MARTIAN ARMADAS INVADING EARTH.

- FOR THE LAST TIME, KEITH,

THAT TELESCOPE ONLY WORKS AT NIGHT.

IT'S SUNNY OUTSIDE.

WHY DON'T YOU GO TO A BEACH AND ENJOY YOUR YOUTH?

- WAKE UP!

ALL THAT MONEY, AND THEY COULDN'T INSTALL AN ALARM CLOCK?

AAH!

- WELL, THANKS FOR BUYING THE HOT DOGS, CADET.

CADET? WHERE'D HE GO?

- NOT SURE, BUT MAYBE OUR NEW FRIENDS OVER THERE

CAN TELL US.

- YOU ARE NOW BOTH PRISONERS OF MARS.

- I DON'T THINK SO. TRY AGAIN.

- UM, SURRENDER? THERE IS NO ESCAPE.

- EVEN YOU DON'T BELIEVE THAT.

- WE HAVE FRESH PIE?

- PIE? WHAT KIND?

- UM, ALL YOUR FAVORITES.

- IMPOSSIBLE!

YOU'D NEED AN OIL TANKER JUST TO CARRY THEM.

- THAT'S A SHAME. YOU SHOULD NEVER LIE,

ESPECIALLY ABOUT PIE.

- OH, THERE YOU ARE.

CAN YOU TAKE SOME PICTURES OF ME AND STEVE BY THE PYRAMID?

AND YOU SHOULD CLEAN UP BEFORE WE GO BRIEF I.Q.

YOU'RE A MESS.

- GRRR!

- OH, AND YOU'RE ON FIRE.

CHEESE!

HEY, CHIEF, GOT SOME INTERESTING NEWS ABOUT THE MARTIANS.

LOOKS LIKE YOU ALREADY HEARD IT.

- I.Q. ARE YOU OK?

AND D-DECENT?

- HELP! I'M TRAPPED BY MY WORK.

- YOU, TOO? GREAT.

LET'S DITCH THESE DEAD-END JOBS,

HOP ON A TRAIN, AND SEE WHERE THE RAILS LEAD US.

- DON'T THINK HE MEANT IT LIKE THAT.

- OH.

- (GRUNTING)

STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

PLEASE! YOU'RE BREAKING EVERYTHING.

THANKS FOR SAVING ME.

- OUR PLEASURE, CHIEF.

- DID CENTURIONS DO THIS?

- THEY WERE LOOKING FOR CYBORGANIC BEINGS.

AT LEAST THEY DIDN'T CAPTURE YOU.

- NOBODY CAPTURES US UNLESS WE WANT THEM TO.

RIGHT, STEVE?

- EH, W-WHY WOULD YOU WANT THEM TO?

- I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

WHY WOULD THEY COME HERE LOOKING FOR CYBORGANICS?

- BEFORE YOU, WE TESTED THE TECHNOLOGY

ON A SUBJECT WITH ANATOMY SIMILAR TO THAT OF HUMANS.

- WHAT? LIKE A MONKEY OR A CHIMPANZEE?

- CLOSE. ACTUALLY,

YOU MAY KNOW HIM AS BIGFOOT.

- B-BIGFOOT?

THE M-MYTHOLOGICAL MONSTER?

- MONSTER'S SUCH A STRONG WORD.

HE'S ACTUALLY QUITE FRIENDLY.

IN FACT, HE WORKS IN THE BUILDING.

- WELL, WAIT. I KNOW THAT GUY.

HAIRY, REALLY BIG FEET.

OH, HIS NAME'S ON THE TIP OF MY TONGUE.

CARL?

- ANYWAY...

THE CENTURIONS BROKE IN...

INTERRUPTING CRITICAL RESEARCH.

I TRIED TO FIGHT THEM OFF,

BUT THERE WERE JUST TOO MANY.

THAT'S WHEN BIGFOOT CHARGED IN.

HE FOUGHT LIKE A WILD BEAST.

BUT THEY FOUND HIS WEAKNESS...

AND EXPLOITED IT.

POOR BIGFOOT.

HE ALWAYS LOVED PIE.

- WHO DOESN'T? - WAIT.

THEY WERE AFTER ALL THE CYBORGANIC BEINGS ON EARTH?

BUT THAT MEANS JAIME!

- JAIME.

- GRRR!

- JAIME WYNTERS,

THE CYBORGANIC WOMAN.

- SO, NO DODGERS OR BOSTON.

IF OUR SCIENTISTS UNDERSTOOD CYBORGANICS,

WE WOULDN'T HAVE TO KIDNAP PEOPLE.

- I KNOW. THAT'S WHY I'VE HIRED

AN EXTERNAL ROBOTIC SPECIALIST FOR US.

I PRESENT DR. MANIAC!

- ISN'T HE A MAD SCIENTIST?

AND NOT A VERY GOOD ONE?

- HE'S TURNING HIS LIFE AROUND,

TAKING NIGHT CLASSES, WEARING PANTS,

TALKING TO HIS KEYS LESS.

- NO. NO, NO. NOT NOW. LATER, I PROMISE.

- OK.

AND WHAT ABOUT DODGERS AND BOSTON?

THAT'S BOSTON'S WIFE.

SOONER OR LATER, THEY'LL COME LOOKING FOR HER.

- EXACTLY. AND WHEN THEY DO,

THEY'LL FALL RIGHT INTO OUR LITTLE TRAP.

- WAIT FOR BACKUP.

TRYING TO RESCUE JAIME ALONE IS MADNESS.

WE CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE YOU.

MORE SPECIFICALLY, WE CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE

WAZILLIONS OF DOLLARS.

- I APPRECIATE THE RIDE,

BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO HELP ME RESCUE JAIME.

IT'S TOO RISKY.

- NONSENSE, STEVE.

WHERE YOU GO, I GO.

THAT'S WHAT BEST FRIENDS DO.

- WE BARELY KNOW EACH OTHER.

- AND YET, WE'RE SO CLOSE, IT'S SCARY.

- I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO WITHOUT JAIME.

IT'S LIKE WE WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER.

- EH, T-TECHNICALLY, YOU WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER.

- YEAH. JUST LIKE YOU AND ME, STEVE.

C.F.F.

CYBORGANIC FRIENDS FOREVER.

- THAT'S CLOSE ENOUGH, MISTER.

- I'M GETTING A T-THIN CYBORGANIC SIGNAL.

M-MARS MUST HAVE JAIME IN THEIR SECRET UNDERGROUND LAB.

IT'S A GOOD THING THEIR SECRET UNDERGROUND LAB

IS SO EASY TO FIND.

- EXCUSE ME, UH, DOCTOR.

SHOULDN'T I BE ASLEEP?

- YOU ARE ASLEEP.

- UM, ACTUALLY, SHE'S NOT.

- WELL, THAT'S A SHAME BECAUSE, BOY, IS THIS GONNA HURT.

- ARE YOU A DOCTOR? - NO.

- ARE YOU SURE?

BECAUSE WE SHOULD REALLY HAVE A DOCTOR HERE.

- YOU'RE A DOCTOR.

YOUR NAME IS DR. MANIAC, REMEMBER?

- OH, RIGHT. RIGHT. WELL, NEVER MIND. SCALPEL.

- I TOLD YOU. WE DON'T HAVE A SCALPEL.

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BRING ONE

BECAUSE YOU'RE A DOCTOR.

- I AM?

- PERHAPS WE SHOULD RETHINK THIS.

- I'M WITH HER.

- OH, GIVE HIM A CHANCE.

THIS IS HIS FIRST SURGERY.

- FIRST? - FIRST?

- OH, DIDN'T I MENTION THAT?

- DIDN'T I ASK FOR A SCALPEL?

- UH, S-STEVE, I WAS WONDERING.

HOW COME WHEN Y-YOU CYBORGANICS

DO ANYTHING DANGEROUS,

IT'S ALWAYS IN S-SLOW MOTION?

- HUH. NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT. TO BE HONEST, I DON'T KNOW.

- I DO.

IT'S BECAUSE EVERYTHING LOOKS COOLER

IN SLOW MOTION.

CH-CH-CH-CH-CH...

DA-DA-DA-DA-DA...

- STEVE! THEY'RE RIGHT BEHIND ME.

WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW.

- BOY, SHE'S KIND OF BOSSY.

- JAIME, HOW DID YOU...

FORGET IT. IT'S OK. YOU'RE SAFE NOW.

- GRRR!

- SEE? I KNEW SHE WAS NOTHING BUT TROUBLE.

- (GASP) - UGH!

- YOU'RE NOT MY WIFE. YOU'RE A ROBOT IMPOSTER.

- UGH! GURG! ACK!

MUST HAVE BEEN HER GOOD ARM.

- COME ON. JAIME'S STILL INSIDE.

- YOU SEE? OUR ROBOT IMPOSTER BARELY EVEN SLOWED THEM DOWN.

THAT'S WHY WE NEED CYBORGANIC TECHNOLOGY.

- I AGREE, BUT I HIGHLY DOUBT HE CAN HELP US GET IT.

- SERIOUSLY, I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING

I KNOW ABOUT CYBORGANICS

IF YOU'LL JUST STOP MAKING BALLOON HATS.

- EXCUSE ME.

THESE ARE NEURO-INHIBITED DETONATORS.

- THEY'RE BALLOON HATS.

- BALLOON HAT.

- OK, FINE, BIG BOY.

THEY'RE BALLOON HATS FILLED WITH EXPLOSIVE GAS.

ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?

- NOT REALLY.

- OK. HE'S A FRIEND OF MY UNCLE'S,

AND HE NEEDED A JOB.

HE DOES HAVE EXPERIENCE...

AS A CIRCUS CLOWN.

- HOW DO THEY EXPECT US TO SNEAK IN

IF WE CAN'T SEE ANYTHING?

- HOLD ON. I THINK I HAVE A L-LEFTOVER GLOW STICK

FROM HALLOWEEN.

- YOU ARE NOW ALL PRISONERS OF MARS.

- DO WE REALLY HAVE TO DO THIS AGAIN?

- NO. GO RIGHT AHEAD.

- GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

- YEAH. YOU, TOO.

- GETTING ALL DIZZY.

LOSING ALL STRENGTH.

- I THINK I'M GONNA BE ALL SICK.

UHH...

- I-IT'S JUST A SPINNING TUNNEL, GUYS.

N-NO BIG DEAL.

- I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOUR VORTEX TUNNEL WOULD STOP THEM.

- IT DID. - NO, IT DIDN'T.

THEY'RE RIGHT THERE!

- WHO'S RIGHT THERE?

- UGH!

- SORRY. WELCOME, GENTLEMEN.

I'M SURE YOU'VE NOTICED YOUR FRIENDS' ACCESSORIES.

THE HATS, WHILE RIDICULOUS,

WILL DESTROY THE LAB AND EVERYONE IN IT IF REMOVED.

AS FOR THE COLLARS,

THEY USE HIGH-VOLTAGE SHOCKS

TO TURN YOU AGAINST EACH OTHER.

WHOEVER SURVIVES WILL HAVE THE HONOR

OF JOINING OUR NEW ARMY OF CYBORGANIC WARRIORS.

YOU'RE SURE THE COLLARS WILL WORK?

- WORK? I NEVER SAID THAT.

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.

- SO, STEVE, I'M THINKING YOU SHOULD FIGHT BIGFOOT

SINCE YOU HAVE MORE CYBORGANIC EXPERIENCE.

OK. BUT IF YOU WANT TO TRADE AT ANYTIME,

JUST LET ME KNOW.

HEY, BIG FELLA. REMEMBER ME?

- DUCK?

- THAT'S RIGHT.

IT'S YOUR OLD PAL...

- ENOUGH CHITCHAT. START FIGHTING.

- (ROARING)

DUCK!

- AAH!

IS THIS ABOUT PEOPLE TRACKING MUD

ACROSS YOUR FRESHLY MOPPED FLOORS?

BECAUSE I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO DOES THAT EVERY DAY.

- JAIME. - AAH!

- JUST HIT ME.

I CAN TAKE IT.

- ARE YOU SURE?

YOU DON'T HAVE TO HIT THAT HARD.

- SORRY. GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY.

AAH!

- OOH!

- SORRY AGAIN, HONEY.

- AAH!

- C-CAPTAIN, YOU HAVE TO HELP STEVE.

- HELP STEVE?

HE'S FIGHTING THE GIRL.

I'M THE ONE WHO NEEDS HELP.

- DID THAT HURT, SWEETHEART?

- S-STEVE CAN'T FIGHT HIS WIFE.

YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN STOP THIS.

- AAH! - HEY, I WARNED HIM.

HE WAS TOO IN LOVE TO LISTEN TO HIS BEST FRIEND.

- T-THEN DO IT FOR YOUR OTHER BEST FRIEND.

- PIZZA? - NO. M-ME.

- FINE. BUT DON'T TELL PIZZA ABOUT THIS.

- (GASP)

- WHEW.

- L-LOOK AT THEM, CAPTAIN.

ISN'T CYBORGANIC LOVE B-BEAUTIFUL...B-BEAUTIFUL...

GRAND?

- DID YOU HEAR A LOUD BANG?

- I AM SO HAPPY FOR THEM.

YOU KNOW, WE SHOULD BUY THEM A GIFT.

SOMETHING RED.

- COME ON, DR. MANIAC.

I HEAR THEY'RE HIRING AT WAFFLE WAREHOUSE.

- OH, NO. DON'T SAY WAFFLES.

ANYTHING BUT WAFFLES.

WAIT A MINUTE. I'M THINKING OF...

PANCAKES.

NEVER MIND.

- I'M JUST SO GLAD ALL OF YOU AND YOUR CYBORGANICS

ARE HEADED HOME SAFE AND SOUND.

WAIT. DODGERS, WHERE ARE YOUR CYBORGANICS?

- WELL, CHIEF, THE BAD NEWS IS I BROKE THEM,

BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS...

I'M FULLY HEALED.

- DODGERS! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY YOU'VE

COST THE PROTECTORATE?

- WELL, HOLD ON. THIS MAY TAKE A WHILE.

- ACTUALLY, I.Q., JAIME AND I HAVE SOME NEWS, TOO.

WE WANT TO COME BACK TO WORK FOR THE PROTECTORATE.

- SO DON'T GO TOO HARD ON DODGERS.

HE AND THE CADET MADE IT POSSIBLE.

- AND TECHNICALLY, THAT MEANS YOU'RE UP 6 WAZILLION DOLLARS,

NOT DOWN.

- IT'S 12 IF YOU COUNT BIGFOOT.

WAIT. DODGERS, WHERE'S BIGFOOT?

- DON'T FEAR, MY JUMBO-FOOTED FRIEND.

SOON WE'LL CONQUER THIS WAFFLE WAREHOUSE

AND THEN MARS AND THEN...

MORE WAFFLE WAREHOUSES,

ALL THANKS TO MY LATEST INVENTION...

(MUSIC PLAYING)