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♪♪

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

♪ Sometimes some crimes

♪ Go slippin' through the cracks

♪ But these two gumshoes

♪ Are pickin' up the slack

♪ There's no case too big, no case too small

♪ When you need help, just call

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale's

♪ Rescue Rangers

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale

♪ When there's danger

♪ No, no, it never fails

♪ 'Cause once they're involved

♪ Somehow whatever's wrong gets solved

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale

♪ Rescue Rangers

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale

♪ When there's danger

♪ No, no, it never fails

♪ They'll take the clues

♪ And find the wheres and whys and whos

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale

♪ Rescue Rangers

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale

♪ When there's danger

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale ♪

(BOTH GASPING)

Dirk, they know we have the microfilm.

How will we get out?

No problem, Oddshoe.

I'll just use my double-O agent belt rope.

Wow! Look at that thing.

I wish I had a double-O belt like his.

Dirk Suave has a secret agent trick for every emergency.

(SQUEAKING)

SO-SO: Not so fast, Mr. Suave.

(BOTH GASPING)

It's Dr. So-So.

I want the microfilm, Suave.

(LAUGHING) Sorry, So-So. You didn't say, "Please."

Wowzers! A secret jet pack.

Nobody can top Dirk Suave, double-O super spy.

Oh, no. Not again.

Looks like Dale's enjoying another one of his spy movies.

Goodbye, Mr. Suave.

Quick, Oddshoe, the cufflinks.

Thanks for showing us the way out, So-So.

Not again!

(SCREAMING)

Dirk Suave, double-O super spy, saves the world again.

He always saves the world. Big deal.

You should've been with us looking for cases at the police station.

But this is our business, too.

If we could learn his spy tricks,

we would be better Rangers than ever.

Next thing you know, you'll wanna stuff us in tuxedoes

and hide hand grenades in our trouser cuffs.

Wake me when me cummerbund is ready.

(YAWNING)

Come on, Dale. Even double-O spies need sleep.

(SNICKERING)

(SNORING)

What's that?

(RATTLING)

It's comin' from your workshop, Gadget.

I'll check it out with my nightscope.

GADGET: Dale?

Uh, yeah. I mean...

I'm Double-O Dale, super spy.

How are we supposed to sleep

with you goofing around in Gadget's workshop?

Super spies do not goof around but we do get around.

(DALE SCREAMING)

(THUDDING)

MONTEREY: I can see the get around part, pally,

but how are you gonna get down?

No problem.

My double-O spy belt buckle will have us down in a jiffy.

(THUDDING)

Well, that worked.

Kind of rough on the landing, though.

I guess maybe there's still a few bugs to work out.

But isn't this stuff great?

Thank you, Gadget.

I even have a secret spy camera. You see?

(CHUCKLING) Maybe it works a little too well.

But I know these are gonna work,

my super spy stink and smoke cufflinks.

Oops!

All clear, Chip.

Thanks, Gadget.

Let's get back to bed, everyone.

Including all double-O spies.

How about a little sleep, Dale?

(GROANING) I would probably mess that up, too.

I'll never be as good as a double-O spy.

Oh, Dale, you're good at lots of things.

Yeah. Like making people laugh when I mess things up.

Good night, guys.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(SNIFFLING)

If Dale wants to be a secret agent, then I'm gonna help him.

Your jet tank is a brilliant invention, Professor White Bread.

I imagine the bidding will be quite high

for a tank that responds to thought.

(LAUGHING)

All right, boys. Get me in there.

FRANCIS: Hey, you twerps. Quit pushing me.

MOE: It was Louie. He pushed me.

LOUIE: I did not! Hey!

What would I do without my little rodent helpers?

Perfect.

Hard to believe this can turn thoughts into orders for the jet tank.

Now, where would they keep it?

(GASPING)

(BEEPING)

You idiots. That's going to bring every guard in the place.

I'll handle the soldiers. You take the microfilm home.

Francis, whose home are we supposed to take the film to?

Our home, Moe. Our home!

Gosh, why didn't I think of that?

'Cause you don't think, Louie.

Oh, right. I forgot. Thanks, Francis.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Where is everybody?

I suppose we messed up so bad last night

they didn't even want us with them.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(GASPING)

Please, help me.

(GULPING)

My cousin Gadget said that if I ever needed help,

I could count on the Rescue Rangers.

Right, they'll be back any minute now.

But there's no time to wait.

This microfilm must be delivered immediately.

You'll need this map to find my contact.

You must be careful.

Enemy agents are everywhere.

My contact will know you by the password,

"Seven shy spies stole the shyster's secrets."

I know you won't let me down, super spy.

Good luck. Remember the password.

Right. "Sheven spy chais see the stylox egrets."

Got it.

Bonzer job there, Gadget.

Just like a real femme fatale.

Thanks. Maybe this game will make Dale feel like a real spy.

You didn't have to kiss him.

Golly, isn't that what spies are supposed to do?

It's all pretend, Chipper.

We did hurt Dale's feelin's last night, makin' fun of his spy stuff.

So this little adventure will make him feel better.

He looked like he was feeling pretty good already.

Right, Zipper. Boy, oh, boy, a secret agent kind of case.

Now's our chance to be double-O spies for real.

GADGET: Shh! Here they come.

We'll have to hurry to beat him to the checkpoint.

Knowing Dale, we'll be lucky if he finds the place.

This traffic is gonna kill us.

Quick, in the sewers.

Do you mean there's quick traffic in the sewers?

FRANCIS: Follow me.

I can't tell which end of the map is up.

Oops.

FRANCIS: Hey, who has the microfilm?

There it is.

Zipper, the microfilm.

(SQUEAKING)

Thanks, pal. We sure wouldn't wanna lose this.

Let's go.

I can't tell if we're supposed to rendezvous

with the agent on hole three or four.

MAN: Fore!

That's what I thought.

Now, don't forget, we have to be careful.

Enemy agents are everywhere.

Stick 'em up!

(BOTH SCREAMING)

I'm an enemy agent.

Give me that microfilm.

Um... What microfilm?

The microfilm behind your back.

See? Nothing.

Hand it over, bug.

Oh, Chipper's really enjoyin' his role.

Maybe too much.

He's supposed to let Dale outwit him.

(LAUGHING) You double-O spies are no match for...

Oops!

It worked.

Come on, Zipper, before he climbs out.

MAN: Fore!

(PANTING)

I think we got away.

(SQUEAKING)

Dirk Suave would never run away.

We gotta go back.

(SQUEAKING)

We have to meet a friendly agent on hole four.

Besides, maybe that enemy spy is gone by now.

Remember, Zipper, "Seven spy guys stole the..."

CHIP: I don't care. That stupid rat nose itches.

You're just sore 'cause Double-O Dale got the drop on you.

Besides, the game's nearly over.

Game?

Oh, be a sport, Chip.

Get the microfilm and make sure

Dale follows you back to headquarters.

None of it was real. It was all a fake.

But it was fun.

And it could be even more fun now that we know it's a game.

BOSS: This isn't my microfilm.

This is a bunch of nature photography.

Hey, I know that place.

Me, too. That's the park.

If you idiots don't bring me my microfilm,

I will personally demonstrate my better rattrap.

I want that microfilm tonight!

Oh. He sure sounded mad.

No sweat.

These guys must've gotten our film.

If someone's gonna fry tonight, it ain't gonna be us.

(LAUGHING) This time I'm really gonna scare Dale.

Looking for someone, Mr. Enemy Agent?

Huh? How'd you...

(CLEARING THROAT) Hand over that microfilm.

You forget that you're dealing with Double-O Dale, super spy.

Aren't you afraid I'm gonna shoot you?

Not if I shoot you first.

Smile.

(GRUNTING)

Hey!

(SCREAMING)

Fore!

That does it. I feel like a drowned rat.

Don't I get credit for being a good sport?

Well, I'm through with this stupid spy game.

Besides, I think Dale figured out... Huh?

What's going on here?

(GRUNTING)

Let go. Put me down.

Put a lid on it, nut breath.

What do you know about this?

What are you doing with our vacation photos?

Uh, yeah, what are we doing with their vacation photos?

Quiet, numbskull.

We figure if we got your film, then you got ours.

But we gave that film to... To Dale!

Oh, I knew he'd mess up.

Well, let's just hope that you know how to get our film back

so we don't have to mess you up.

(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)

(GULPING)

Uh, s-s-sure.

Take these two back to the boss's place for insurance.

Right.

Gee, does the boss sell insurance?

We'd like to investigate other policy options.

Yeah, we're disappointed

with the premiums on our long-term life annuity.

Just go! Go! Go! Get out!

This spy game is great.

I wonder what's next.

CHIP: Dale! Zipper!

Looks like it's time to face the bad guys again.

Boy, am I glad I found you, Dale.

That's Double-O Dale to you, Mr. Enemy Agent.

Who's your goofball sidekick?

Don't, Dale. He's a spy.

- Isn't everyone? - (SQUEAKING)

That film you have is real microfilm.

Oh, yeah?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Well, then you can have it.

Smart, very smart.

Just tell me the password.

(GROWLING)

Password, smashword.

Just give me that film.

No need to get teed off.

If you want it, come and get it.

Come back here with my microfilm.

(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY) He, uh, he thinks this is all a game.

Well if it is, you just lost.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Golly, why'd you bring us to a farm?

What are you gonna do?

Milk us to death?

No, meathead. We're gonna put you out to pasture.

Hit it, boys.

I hate that.

When the boss comes back, he's gonna want that microfilm.

Even if we had it, we wouldn't

turn it over to enemy agents like you.

Not a wise choice, chipmunk.

But maybe I can make you see the light.

Press the button, Moe.

(ALL GASPING)

Boy, this game is getting pretty sloppy.

They didn't even give us a clue to follow.

It was lucky you picked up the trail.

(SQUEAKING)

Wowie! This is just like a real spy's hideout.

That's the guy with the film.

Double-O Dale, super spy, at your service.

Run, Dale, or they'll get you, too.

Get him, boys.

Gosh. This almost looks real.

The first rule of super-spydom, Zipper, is always be alert.

Oh, we have company.

Smile pretty now.

(SQUEAKING)

Ow!

(GRUNTING)

Attaboy, Zipper.

That's how a super spy right-hand fly does it.

Guess we taught them there's no point

to messing with double-O super spies.

Oh, Mr. Super Spy?

We got your point right here.

The old needle-in-a-haystack trick.

Hmm. How would Dirk Suave, super spy, handle this one?

(SQUEAKING)

Works for me.

(SCREAMING)

Wowie! A light show.

No, no, Zipper, it might be a laser.

Here, we'll test it with this.

No, you dummies. You'll fry the film.

(SQUEAKING)

(SIGHING)

This sap thinks this is all a game.

Come here, Louie, and bend down.

Time-out!

Can you help me with my buddy's costume, Mr. Double-O Dale?

Surely. I need a break, too.

He ruined the microfilm.

Here, let me give it a try.

Don't do it, pally.

They're real spies.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, come on, guys. I know this is all really a game.

(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)

And that really was real microfilm? Huh?

(SQUEAKING)

(GULPING)

That camera of yours better work

or Moe here might have to do some shooting of his own.

MONTEREY: I can't stand sittin' here

while those dirty wombats make Dale help 'em.

But with that thing on his head,

all Moe has to do is think, and we'll be fricasseed Rangers.

If only we could distract him.

Gadget, do your secret agent act for Moe, like you did for Dale.

What? I couldn't do that.

I don't even know him!

You have to.

It's the only way to help Dale.

(WHINING) Oh!

(GADGET WHISTLING)

You dummy. What are you doing?

All right, Zip. Let's do our double-O duty.

(ALL SCREAMING)

Go on in, Professor White Bread.

I'm not going to wait for those idiot rats to find the film.

I got in once. I can do it again.

What happened to Dale?

(ELECTRICITY ZAPPING)

(ALL GASPING)

DALE: Double-O Dale strikes again.

Come on up, you guys. This is great!

This thinking stuff isn't as hard as I thought, I think.

Uh, this don't look so good, Francis.

It won't feel so good, either.

Let's scram out of here!

Ah! There.

What?

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

That must be their spy boss.

Just leave it to us super spies.

Whoever is in that tank will find I'm not defenseless.

(RANGERS SCREAMING)

That's what those Rangers get for taking the tank for a spin.

And now we turn up the heat.

Do something, Dale.

All right, no more Mr. Nice.

This is fantastic!

And you were always complainin' that he was lightheaded.

Agent Double-O Dale, you're the best spy I know.

Give 'em all you got.

(ALL CHEERING)

That's givin' 'em the old hotfoot.

Thanks, Monty.

Oops!

This was all your fault.

Chipmunks?

The greatest spy in the world was beaten by chipmunks?

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Well, looks like that's the end of this spy adventure.

Yup. All in a day's work.

But how about next time, let's do something really exciting?

After all, we are double-O super spies.