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Aah!

Huh?

-[theme music playing] -[kids on TV] Aah!

♪ I feel like quackin' So I think I will ♪

♪ I'm gonna quack, quack, quack Until I get my fill ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Got the quackin' fever Got the quackin' craze ♪

[chainsaw cutting]

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ In a dah-dah-dah, in a dah-dah-dah ♪

♪ Duck daze, let's quack ♪

♪ Quack, quack, quack, Quack Pack ♪

♪ Quack, quack, quack, Quack Pack ♪

♪ Quack, quack, quack, Quack Pack ♪

♪ Ahh... Quack Pack ♪

♪ In a dah-dah-dah, in a dah-dah-dah ♪

♪ Duck daze, Quack Pack! ♪

So many comic books.

So little time.

You guys ever think maybe we should quit reading all these comics and do something?

Someone's been reading self-help books again.

Pitiful.

Hiya, boys.

Aah!

Brr. Yuck!

What a mess.

You boys should be ashamed.

Ashamed? About what?

This room.

I want it spotless.

Spotless?

You mean you want us to clean?

Aah!

Aw, gee, you know we'd love to, but we're way, way too busy.

Too busy?

Yeah, see, we got a lot of important stuff to do, right, Dewey?

Yeah, lots. We've got to, uh--

Shop for Christmas, uh, Easter, uh, Arbor Day.

We have to walk Daisy's pet iguana.

Yeah, walk Knuckles. Right, right, right.

If those iguanas don't get their daily exercise, they just...

-Bloat up. -A disgusting sight.

This is a disgusting sight.

How does this always happen to me?

[sputtering]

Clean this room or else.

Clean our room? The nerve of some people.

-We're much too busy. -We got a million things to do.

[together] We got nothing to do.

Oh, it's wonderful that you boys is coming to visit the professor in his laboratory.

There, one chicken liver pizza to go.

Wow, I didn't know he delivered.

How else do you expect me to pay for all of this scientific stuff?

That's a lot of pepperoni there.

Now, what can I do for you kids?

-Well, uncle D wants us to clean our room. -But that's a lot of work.

We thought you might have something that would do it for us.

Okay, what do I got around here?

We got a karaoke simulator,

Belgian cheese duster,

superhero machine over here,

subatomic room cleaner.

What did you just say?

The subatomic room cleaner.

[laughing] That's it.

You know, if you can keep it from exploding and blowing up.

No, no. This: the superhero machine.

Oh, that. This here was designed to give you superhero powers,

but even I couldn't get that to work.

What a piece of junk.

Could this be the problem?

How do you like that?

[laughing] So that's why the kooky thing didn't work.

And there's people who question his genius.

Say, you fellas didn't want to actually try out this thing, would you?

-Would we? -We're there! Crank it up!

All right, here goes nothing.

Fasten your little seat belts, boys.

It's gonna be a bumpy experiment.

Aah!

[door squeaks]

Why, Dewey, that's one fantastic makeover you did there.

Call me Brain Boy.

Now witness the amazing psychokinetic powers of my super brain.

See how my indomitable brain beam twists this sturdy steel post

into a festive puppy.

[dog barks]

My brother Louis, I presume.

Call me Captain Muscle.

Behold my superstupendo strength.

It's our other sibling Hubert.

But wait, he appears unchanged, save for his apparel.

You're right. Tells us, Super H, what powers did you get?

-G'day, mates. -It made him Australian?

No. It made him superfast.

Extreme.

Call me the Really Incredibly Fast Guy,

Uh, until I can think of something better.

And now we're going to return you back to your normal state,

If that's what you want to call it.

-Are you kidding? -Never.

No way. This solves our problem.

Now Uncle D can never make us clean our room again.

Excellently true. He is but a mere mortal.

-[all laugh] -[foghorn blows]

That would be my videophone.

[foghorn blows]

Gasp!

It's the president of the International Organization of United Neighbors.

-The I.O.U.N.? -Big time.

Professor Von Drake, the world as we know it is in dire trouble.

You wouldn't happen to know any superheroes, would ya?

Superheroes?

Funny you should ask.

-We're your men, sir. -Look no further.

Glad to be of service.

Ah, the world is saved.

Henceforth, you shall be known

as the Tremendously Talented Trio of Truly Trusted Troubleshooters

or the T-Squad for short.

-Brain Boy. -Captain Muscle.

The Really Incredibly Fast Guy.

T-Squad, ho!

[screams]

♪ Cry of help ♪

♪ The T-Squad's there ♪

♪ With muscles, brains ♪

♪ And speed to spare ♪

♪ Saving all ♪

♪ From certain doom ♪

♪ Just don't ask them To clean their room ♪

♪ They're best when they're extreme ♪

♪ They drink no caffeine ♪

♪ They are the T-Squad ♪

♪ The mighty T-Squad ♪

♪ The T-Squad, ho! ♪

[narrator] And so, as the world's newest superheroes,

the T-Squad are given a secret, orbital space station headquarters

equipped with a myriad of high-tech gadgets,

crime-fighting equipment, hot lines to the world's leaders,

the latest video games, entertainment center,

and a 30-lane bowling alley.

[ball striking]

Nice digs.

We even have our own narrator.

But no time for the T-Squad to relax.

Yes, at this very moment, calls for help are pouring in from around the world.

I see our calamity-sensitive map is operating perfectly.

Yes, and by the looks of it, we've got our work cut out for us.

T-Squad, ho!

[narrator] And so, the T-Squad springs into action,

making the world safe for you, me,

and the guy who makes those teeny little potato snacks you bake in the oven.

[child crying]

My kite.

What's the matter, little Timmy Miller of 1804 1/2 Farnam Street?

My kite.

Cease your ocular discharge.

I shall amend the situation with my magnifu-caltractonious mind.

-Is that a word? -It is now.

[ray beams]

[fan blows]

[car honks]

[water runs]

There, that should be sufficient.

Thanks, Brain Boy.

Stop, Madame.

These pineapples are not entirely fresh.

Here, these are hot off the tree.

Thank you, Really Incredibly Fast Guy.

You've narrowly averted a major pineapple disaster.

-Ah, all in a day's work, Madame. -[cars honk]

My other sock, it's gone.

Don't be blue. Captain Muscle's here to help you.

[knuckles crack]

[Captain Muscle strains] Hyah!

Come on out, you little rascal.

My sock!

Thanks, Captain Muscle.

Think nothing of it.

[narrator] But not everyone is happy with the T-Squad.

You're darn-tootin'.

Look at this mess.

[narrator] Their Uncle Donald tries desperately to get in touch with them.

[phone calling]

[machine] You have reached the T-Squad.

We are out saving the world right now.

Leave your name, number, and disaster after the tone.

-[answering machine beeps] -Clean your room!

[narrator] After his hundreds of calls go unanswered,

and he is presented with a million dollar phone bill,

Donald takes matters into his own hands.

[narrator] Having learned that Professor Von Drake's machine

is the source of the T-Squad's powers,

Donald goes to investigate.

Aha.

[Donald laughs]

Sneaking quietly through Ludwig's lab,

-Donald approaches the-- -Shh!

[whispering] Approaches the superhero machine.

Uh, could you push the button?

Anything to further the plot.

[machine whirls]

[Donald screams]

Ooh, oh, horror of horrors.

It seems that Donald

has accidentally set the superhero machine in reverse,

transforming himself into the world's mightiest super villain.

The Duck of Doom.

Yes, the Duck of Doom.

Aw, they heard me.

I'll make them clean their room now.

[laughs maniacally]

And so the fiendish Duck of Doom sets off

in search of the T-Squad.

Now, where did they go?

[narrator] With his super telescopic X-ray vision,

the Duck of Doom locates our mighty, yet untidy, heroes.

Good-for-nothing superheroes!

I'll show them!

Yes, the T-Squad must now face the wrath of their Uncle Donald,

alias the evil Duck of Doom!

Who are you, anyway?

Who am I?

Why, I'm the narrator.

Every super villain needs a narrator.

Oh, yeah? Well, take this!

[inhales deeply]

Whoa!

Now for some real fun!

[laughs manically]

-Done that. -Saved them.

Blew that up.

You know what, T-guys?

This superhero stuff can get old fast.

-Yeah. -Especially with no super villains.

Coincidence?

I think not.

It's Uncle D!

And he's wearing tights, too.

[all] Yow!

Strike!

[laughs maniacally]

What's this, air mail?

[all] "Clean your room or else.

Love and kisses, your uncle, the Duck of Doom."

Of course you know what this means.

We're not gonna make it to the Superhero Debutante Ball?

No! The T-Squad must stand firm!

This Duck of Doom will not force us to clean our room!

Hey, that rhymes.

[all] T-Squad, ho!

Let's see...

How shall I reply to this with the proper verve and panache?

Ah! "No way Jose!!"

Return to sender!

"No way Jose"?

[screams]

So... They wanna play tough, eh?

[cars honk]

[laughs maniacally]

That'll get their attention.

Yoo-hoo, T-Squad.

Look what I've done.

So you tied up the freeway, drained the lake,

and put funny glasses on Mt. Rushmore.

-Big deal. - Big deal?

The T-Squad can't be bothered by such, eh, frivolities,

especially when we have to deal with real disasters.

Emergency! There's a pinball machine stuck on "tilt" in Rock Island!

[all] T-Squad, ho!

Those little sapheads.

I'll teach them a thing or two.

Whoa. This can't be happening.

This Duck of Doom has gone too far!

I tremble in unutterable consternation!

Tell the boys to clean their room!

Or else!

The Duck of Doom, formerly my boyfriend,

says he'll destroy all the world's TV sets

unless, of course,

the T-Squad agrees to clean their room.

Hey, wait a second.

If all the TV sets are gone, then... Who am i broadcasting to?

[laughing] Well, since no one's watching...

[Daisy] This is something I've always wanted to do on the air.

[playing bagpipe]

Ah, finally!

Something good on American TV!

Um, sorry. Forgot one.

You must do something about the Duck of Doom, T-Squad.

What will we do without TV?

People may actually have to talk to each other.

It will be the end of civilization as we know it!

You're right. Something must be done.

But this doesn't mean we'll clean our room.

No way, no how! What this means is...

War.

The whole world trembles as the Duck of Doom

prepares to destroy civilization as we know it!

[laughs maniacally]

Stop in the name of all that's electronic!

Spare those innocent television sets!

[laughs maniacally]

This will teach you to clean your room.

Hide your supersensitive eyes!

It's too terrible to behold!

Even for a manly hero like you.

[crash]

You'll pay for that, you fiend!

Ooh! I'm scared.

Yeah! Hit him with your best thought, Brain Boy!

[straining] You'll pay for your villainy!

[humming]

[straining] Can't take anymore.

Bye, bye!

Fear not, super siblings.

I will subdue the brute with my magnificent mammoth muscles.

You let him borrow your thesaurus again, didn't' you?

Do you mind? I'm busy.

Take this, Duck of Doom!

Whoa! How did Uncle D get so big?

It would seem that his anger is fueling his super villain powers.

You mean the madder he gets, the bigger he gets?

Precisely.

So, uh, annoying him might not be such a great idea.

Indubitably.

Uh-oh.

[groans]

[screams]

Why, you little pests!

Clean your room!

Never! You can't make us clean our room if you can't catch us!

[Huey] We're outta here!

[shivering] The North Pole?

Couldn't we hide out somewhere nice, like the Bahamas?

[shivering] Well, it might be a little frosty,

but at least we're safe until we can come up with a plan.

Ho ho ho!

I don't think so.

[all] Yeow! Come on!

Wait! Hold on. An idea's coming in.

Of course!

We can stop him with my cosmic infitibulator!

To the T-Squad space station!

You can never find a cosmic infitibulator when you need one.

Ew! No wonder.

[sniffing] This place is a mess.

Maybe Uncle D was right.

Maybe we should have cleaned up a little.

Nah.

Hello!

Clean your room!

The T-Squad? Never!

Quick! To Pluto!

[Pluto gulps]

Try to hide from me, eh?

[laughs maniacally]

You know, I think he just might be serious about this cleaning thing.

Every superhero for himself!

Clean your room!

We can't! You destroyed it!

Oh, excuses, excuses.

With the entire universe destroyed by the Duck of Doom,

the T-Squad comes at last

to the only thing remaining in the cosmos: Ludwig Von Drake's lab.

Quite a coinkydink, don't ya think?

Let us in!

Uncle D is coming!

And he's one of those destroy-the-universe dudes!

Okay, already. Keep your capes on.

Oh, it's no use.

Uncle D will never give up.

We should have cleaned our room in the first place.

Yeah, it's too much work avoiding work.

Oh, well, I could reprogram the superhero machine,

send you reeling back in time

to the moment before you got your super powers,

but then you didn't want me to do a thing like that now, would you?

-Would we? -Crank it up!

-All right! -It worked!

Let's go clean our room, quick!

[all] T-Squad, ho!

[all hurting] Ow!

[Donald] Clean your room!

So! I caught you goofing off.

Naw, gee, we'd love to rap, Uncle D, but...

We've got a room to clean!

Well, I'll be doggoned.

What got into them?

[theme music playing]